#foil-in-a-thunderstorm

[vacantgodling]

perhaps you all will get lesbians in vdtrt… as a treat….

[frozenlight-gvf]

It's a Scream, Baby

summary: (dom!jake x fem!reader) it’s the night before Halloween, and your boyfriend Jake takes inspiration from your favorite scary movie to fulfill a twisted fantasy of yours

word count: 5.8k

warnings: 18+ minors DNI— language, brief talk of murder/killing, masks (obvi), oral sex (m-receiving), bondage (handcuffs), blindfolding, overstimulation, fingering (f-receiving), penetration (f-receiving), period sex and blood kink... starts super fluffy then dissolves into filthy madness and then gets fluffy again

a/n: this resulted from marathoning the scream franchise, having impure thoughts about jacob, and all the blood talk on this hellsite... so enjoy this disgusting smut (also pls listen to gus black’s cover of “don’t fear the reaper”)

***

The scent of cinnamon swirled through the air, the essential oil diffuser working diligently to infuse every surface in the house with the cozy spice. Cold rain from a late-night October thunderstorm pattered on the windows. The sky outside was black and plastered with turbulent clouds, but you had never felt more at peace: wearing your favorite Halloween pajamas, you stood on a step ladder hanging up orange and purple fairy lights, casting your face in a colorful, festive glow. Even the screams coming from the shitty horror movie that you had on while you worked couldn't pull you out of your contentment.

The last of the lights had been hung, and you stepped down from the short ladder to admire your work. The living room was now softly illuminated by the stringed lights, the diffuser, and the jack-o-lantern you had carved-- the electric tea light inside flickered warmly; it couldn't replace a real flame, but you couldn't risk burning down the apartment you just started renting with your boyfriend. Not yet, at least.

Satisfied, you dusted off your hands and placed them on your hips. Then, you grabbed the remote that had been haphazardly thrown on the couch, putting a definitive, long overdue stop to the recently-released movie that everyone told you you simply had to watch, that it was the scariest thing they'd ever seen. You had given it an honest try, but once again, your theory that horror peaked pre-2000’s had once again rang true.

Your slippers-- which were covered in cartoon bats, matching the little ghosts on your soft, orange pants-- shuffled on the worn wood floor as you ambled towards the dark kitchen.

You opted not to flip on the lights, enjoying the lingering light leaking in from the living room. The digitized red numbers on the stove read 10:28. You were going to wait until you had company before you started the movie you really wanted to watch, but it seemed that he wasn't going to be home anytime soon.

The spark on the stove ignited a small woosh of flame, your unfocused eyes contemplating the tendrils that curled and licked at the chilled air. You hugged your jacket tighter to your body, trying to thaw the frost from your bones as you scrounged the cabinets for the Jiffy Pop you had bought specifically for tonight.

As you set the pan on the heat, the kernels rattled in their tin foil cage, slowly bursting one by one.

Just like the movie. You smiled, taking comfort in pretending to be in that world even for just a moment.

Suddenly, too much like the movie.

You jumped as the landline rang, rattling against the wall.

Rationally, you had a good chance that there wouldn't be a serial killer on the other end, but after all, Casey Becker had thought the same thing. You felt your heart beat quicker, blood surging through your veins. Scenes of Casey's losing battle with Ghostface flashed through your mind, picturing yourself instead of her with the knife buried in your chest.

Shaking your head, embarrassed at your shaking fingers, you answered timidly, "H-hello?"

"What's your favorite scary movie, pretty girl?"

"Jesus, Jake," you exhaled into the phone, clutching your chest, the voice of your boyfriend bringing you immediate comfort. "You scared the shit out of me."

"Hm, never heard of that one. What's it about?"

"You're hilarious," you said dryly, trying to hide the smile in your voice.

"So..." Jake started, doing his best to mimic Ghostface's rasp over the phone, "You gotta boyfriend?"

"I do, actually, his name is Jake. He's strong and he's handsome and he plays guitar in a famous rock band."

"He sounds perfect."

"He is, except he's not here right now, so I'm all alone and vulnerable," you said, coating the words with theatrical drama, but letting some disappointment slip in under it all. "I might even forget to check if the door is locked."

"Oh, no, well that's not good," he teased, picking up on your bit.

"I hope he comes home soon and saves me before I'm brutally murdered."

His studio session with the band had run really late, leaving you alone on the night before your favorite holiday. It stung, but you kept reminding yourself that it wasn't Jake's fault. And besides, the joy that decorating for Halloween brought you was enough to keep you entertained.

"I'll be home soon, darling. I promise I'll make it up to you," he paused. "Save me some popcorn."

"No promises, angel," you said, shuffling the the aluminum pan, the foil tent gradually rising. "Drive safe, please. Love you."

"Love you most."

You hung up the phone, flicking off the fire when your popcorn was done, slightly mourning its comforting warmth. You settled on the couch, cocooning yourself in a thick blanket, as you cycled through your purchased movies and selected Scream.

***

It was about midnight when you heard keys jangling at the door, briefly startling you as Sidney Prescott finished off Billy Loomis with a shot between the eyes. "Not in my movie," you moved your mouth to quote with her. You heard Jake sigh and set his bags down heavily in the hallway, guitar case clunking against the floor.

He called miserably from the entryway, "Hey, pretty girl, I'm so sorry I'm late, the session was-"

"Don't worry about it," you said, tossing the blanket off of you to stand up and meet him. You pressed a sweet kiss to the corner of his mouth. The tip of his nose was slightly pink and cold from the chilly October air. "I'm just glad you're here now."

"I know, but it's your favorite holiday," he whined, rubbing his hands up and down your covered arms.

You glanced back at the stove clock in the kitchen. 12:14 AM. "Well, now it is," you smiled weakly.

He hummed, looking down at you. "Happy Halloween, darling." He wrapped his hands around your waist, kissing you deeply as you felt any ire you held up against him melt away into nothing, leaving only fondness. "Mmm," he said, licking his lips once he pulled away, tasting the remnants of the salt from your snack. "Did you save any for me?"

"Nope," you said plainly, biting your bottom lip to hold back a grin. "But feel free to kiss me again if you'd like another taste."

Jake's second kiss was deeper, hungrier. He walked you backwards against the couch as his tongue swiped over your lips, trying to taste more of you. You happily granted him entry, letting him lick into your mouth, the pair of you breathing heavily. His cold fingers brushed the soft hair at the nape of your neck, holding you firmly against him, the sensation causing a tingle to run down your spine. Warmth was blooming in your stomach, and you felt yourself growing damp between your legs as he pushed his knee into those sensitive parts.

"Over the phone," he started, talking against your lips.

"Mhm?" you prompted, pecking him.

"I promised I'd make it up to you."

"Oh, yeah?"

"I've got a surprise," he said, kissing you again. "Wait right here."

He disappeared out of sight to the entryway where he had dropped his bags. The absence of him left you shivering. You stood-- slightly breathless-- exactly where he left you, leaning your hips back on the couch, anxious to see what Jake had up his sleeve.

After some rustling, Jake reappeared a few seconds later with an evil little smirk, holding something behind his back.

"What's this?" you giggled, genuinely curious about his behavior.

He coyly quirked an eyebrow. "Close your eyes."

You gave him a questioning look, but he smiled and rolled his eyes a bit, silently asking you to humor him. You sighed and closed your eyes.

"Jake, what is this?" Slightly exasperated, you wished he would just forgo all the games and fuck you.

After a few seconds, Jake spoke, his voice dripping with desire.

"It's a scream, baby."

You opened your eyes to Ghostface standing only a couple feet from you. A gasp shot out of you as you flinched backwards-- completely on instinct. But the fear that coursed through you soon dissolved into pure adrenaline once you cognized that it was Jake under the mask.

"Jake," you breathed, already starting to squirm, "are we finally doing this?"

You could hear him starting to breathe heavily under the mask. With tingling fingers, you reached for the buttons on his navy shirt— he had already done most of the work for you by wearing it sluttily half-open despite the fall weather. You licked your lips, hypnotized by the rise and fall of his smooth, defined chest.

“You wanna play psycho killer?” you quoted, the sound coming low and sultry from your chest. You slid each little pearlescent button from their respective holes on his shirt teasingly slow.

Jake nodded, the distorted white face moving up and down slowly.

You leaned in close to his ear once you had his shirt completely undone. “Can I play the helpless victim?”

Jake nodded once more, sealing your fate.

Arousal flooded your body as he slid off the slouchy zip-up hoodie you had hanging on your shoulders, revealing the dark spots of your hardening nipples under your white tank top. A barely-audibly groan came from under the mask, the rubber and fabric muffling any noise Jake made.

His sly fingers toyed at the sensitive skin right below the waistband of your fleece pants, making you pay for the teasing you had dished out to him earlier. You pushed Jake’s shirt all the way off of him, leaving his torso bare. The orange light in the room cast his skin in a warm, sensual glow. You hummed a sigh, beyond pleased at the situation you found yourself in.

“Living room or bedroom?” you whispered, running your hands up his body, resting them on his chest.

You had yet to christen-- so to speak-- the living room of the new apartment, so a sliver of you was hoping he would take you right there on the couch surrounded by all the festive decorations, but when he nodded his head back towards the bedroom, you knew he had something devilish planned.

Suddenly, he reached down to grab your thighs, scooping you up so your legs were wrapped tightly around his waist. He was always deceptively strong, making you feel like putty in his arms. You rested your hands around his neck, feeling where the ends of his soft brown hair emerged from the edge of the mask. In this new position, the urge to have his warm lips on yours again grew overwhelming, so you started to lift his mask up from the front, eager to see his pretty face.

Jake quickly slid one hand from his firm hold on your ass and grabbed your wrist roughly, stopping you in your tracks and pulling a surprised whine from your throat. He shook his head slowly, the grotesque face silently chastising you. You felt your core clench against his sturdy abdomen. Tonight was gonna be fun.

***

Jake carried you to the dark bedroom, and you stared into the mask's large black eyes the whole way, unable to see even a sliver of your boyfriend's face. He then tossed you on the mattress, jostling a yelp from you. The storm outside had long passed, and the clouds had parted to reveal the stereotypical Halloween night full moon. Its gray light slotted in through the open blinds, slicing through the blackness of the room. The cold glow lit Jake’s bare chest enticingly, and it made the bright white mask look even more haunting in the semi-darkness.

He crawled on top of you deliciously, leaning down so his head next to yours. “Remember our safe word, pretty girl?” his voice raspy, positively dripping with lust.

You nodded, “Wes Craven.” A smile creeped over your lips.

Jake sat up and nodded, clearly satisfied and ready to begin. Tingles fluttered through your skin; they started in your toes and snaked their way up through your legs, finding their destination at your throbbing heat.

You squirmed, unable to contain your desperation for his touch.

He climbed off of you and kneeled at the edge of the bed, tugging on the ankles of your pants. You lifted your hips so he could pull them off, leaving you in nothing but your panties and your barely-there tank top. You shivered in the cold air, your nipples perking up even more.

The night hadn't even gotten past a PG-13 rating, as Sidney would say, and yet, the tent that had formed in Jake's pants already looked painful. Forgetting your own pleasure, your mouth watered at the idea of taking care of his.

You slid off the bed and kneeled on the floor in front of him, so close you could hear his quickening breath. You tapped the tops of thighs to signal that you want him to stand up. Jake did so slowly, almost unsurely, looking down at you the whole time. With deft fingers, you made quick work of the button and zipper of his jeans, pushing the rough denim down low on his hips, not having the ability to tease him anymore.

His thick, defined print through his boxers almost made you moan. You ghosted your fingertips along his clothed length, in awe of him. He spasmed hard under your touch, making you gasp in surprise. There was no way he was already this sensitive.

You leaned forward, mouthing him through the cotton, creating a warm wet spot on the fabric. A pained groan sounded from above you, and you looked up to see that Jake had not moved his head the slightest bit, meaning that, under the mask, his eyes were still locked on you; he was taking great pleasure in watching you make a mess of his underwear.

Smirking, you pulled his boxers down, and he sprung free, bobbing appetizingly up and down. You were in disbelief at how hard he was already; Jake always got off on giving you pleasure, not the other way around. Could it be that he was enjoying your fantasy as much as you were?

You took his heavy length in your hand, his skin velvety-soft. Pumping him slowly, you traced the fingers of your other hand over his hipbone, considering your next move.

You decided to do something you'd never done before, just for the fuck of it. You had an urge to reward Jake for fulfilling this fantasy of yours. So, slowing removing your hand from him-- really wanting to make a show of it-- you brought your palm to your lips and spit thickly into it. A string of saliva hung between your mouth and your hand as you resumed stroking his cock, gripping him tighter this time. The muscles in his abdomen visibly flexed, and you could tell Jake was holding back a whimper from the choked noise he was making. He gathered your hair out of your face into his fist at the back of your head.

You knew he wanted to fuck your mouth, but you weren't going to let him just yet. You were going to savor this, assuming it would be your last few moments of being in control for the rest of the night.

You began pumping him faster, the slick of your saliva making the movement sickeningly easy. You rested your free hand on his thigh, feeling his muscles tense and contract repeatedly. As soon as he thrusted his hips into your hand, you broke all contact, making Jake exhale heavily, a whine sneaking in at the end.

Looking up at him and batting your eyes, you stuck your tongue out flat, moving it so that the head of his cock rested on it.

You flicked the tip of your tongue at that sweet spot under the head, and his dick twitched madly. You persisted your kitten licks, knowing that you were slowly swelling up his desire to throw you around and have his fucking way with you.

You wrapped your lips around his throbbing head, swirling your tongue around it and tasting the precum that leaked from it. You purposefully moaned loud and long so that the vibrations went straight into his dick, making him quiver.

Daringly, you pushed your mouth further down his cock, and the fist Jake had wrapped around your hair tightened, slightly pulling your chin upwards. Once your nose was brushing the soft hair at his base, you hollowed out your cheeks, pulling your head back and sucking him hard all the way up his shaft and back down again. His knees almost buckled.

You would have murdered the rest of the town of Woodsboro to see the pleasure splashed out on his face. His cheeks always grew so prettily pink, his lips red and parted, gasping for air.

You shamelessly ground your covered pussy into the floor, aching for friction. Jake noticed this, and he used the leverage he had on your hair to yank you away from him. You whined in protest, but he wasn’t having any of it. The realization sparked in your mind that the reason he stopped you was because you had almost made him cum. Already.

He pointed his finger stiffly to the bed, instructing you to get back on top of the sheets. You did so quickly and obediently while he tugged his pants and boxers all the way down and off, leaving him fully, stunningly naked, save for his silver medallion necklace and the Ghostface mask.

God, you had dreamed about this pretty much since you met the guy at that Halloween party back in college. You were a slutty vampire, and he was, of course, dressed as Ghostface, and you would have bet money that the mask he was wearing tonight was the very same one from all those years ago. The sentiment had almost distracted you from the feeling of his fingers fidgeting with the hem of your tank top. You nodded, thinking he was asking for permission to bare you to him, but he just kept rubbing the seam between pinched fingers. Humming with understanding, you sat up and reached to grasp the fabric where his fingers were. Closing your eyes seductively, you slowly revealed the skin of your torso bit by bit, inch by inch, letting your breasts be the prize you made him wait for.

Pausing in disbelief at the plucky acoustic guitar that had begun to whisper through the room, you swallowed hard as you listened close, praying you were hearing what you thought you were. A breathy, haunting voice began to sing,

"All our times have come,

here but now they're gone..."

The very same voice that serenaded Sidney and Billy in the movie.

Jake was setting his phone down on the bedside table right beside the Bluetooth speaker. You were hazily astonished by how he was able to do that in the time it took for you to take off your top.

“You... are…” you started, unable to hold back the arousal-soaked laugh that shook from you as his knees straddled your upper thighs, “unbelievable.”

He said nothing as he tucked a finger in the waistband of your panties and ripped them off of you, making you gasp at the sudden roughness that punctuated the serene, yet painfully arousing music. He held up the pathetic strands of fabric that your underwear had now become, dangling them so that you got a good look of what he could do to you. You hummed a moan behind closed lips, loving the overt display of dominating masculinity. Tossing the ruined panties aside like the garbage they now were, he touched the pad of his thumb to your bottom lip, pulling it down and prying your jaw open. The action dizzied you with seduction, and you let loose a loud, uninhibited moan, giving him just what he wanted as his fingers dipped into your wetness and brought them up to rub small circles on your clit.

The fire inside you was scorching every crevice, your edges smoldering. You were more than happy to let Jake take you all the way to the edge and over it just with his skilled fingers, which you knew he was more than capable of doing. But that’s clearly not what he had in mind when you felt his weight suddenly absent from the bed. Your eyes lazily blinked open to stare at the ceiling when you heard a drawer open, knowing that there was a whole variety of things he could be grabbing to use on you…

Ghostface reappeared in your field of vision, necklace and hair dangling a foot or two above you.

As well as the strip of black silk and the fuzzy handcuffs he was holding.

You were so overcome with anticipation that your vision went blurry, the back of your head pressing deep into the pillows.

“Wow," you gulped, gasping for air, "you’re really running with the ‘psycho killer’ theme, huh?”

You did your best to hide it, but your voice betrayed exactly how turned on this made you.

Jake nodded tantalizingly.

First came the blindfold. Once the cold silk was tied securely around your eyes, the rest of your senses were instantly enhanced; you felt every fiber of the sheets beneath you, and you could even faintly smell the cinnamon wafting in from the living room.

The handcuffs came next, but not before Jake took both of your hands and pinned them above your head. He closed one of the soft loops around your left wrist, the clicking sound and the almost-too-tightness sending a flood of arousal through you— you were surely soaking the sheets by now.

You heard him thread the free loop through the bars of the headboard and close it around your other wrist, hissing at the sensation. You tested your new range of movement, finding it deliciously limited. Your clit prickled with pleasure, knowing that whatever happened next was out of your control. You'd put up a good fight, but now you were thrilled to just lie down and take what was coming to you.

“Alright, pretty boy,” your voice silky with pleasure. “Do your worst.”

He let you lie untouched for a moment, your need growing rapidly.

Then, his fingers attacked to your hot center, rubbing up and down your folds, collecting the wetness that had gathered.

You whined when his fingers left you once again, starting to regret wanting this. He could tease you and edge you like this for hours.

What hit your ears next had you gushing. There was an obscene slurping sound as Jake sucked your slick off his fingers. The vulgar noise alone caused you to moan loud and long, your hips writhing.

He stilled your movements with a strong arm across your pelvis, pressing you down into the bed as he punished your clit, rubbing harder and faster, his fingers lubricated with his own spit. You felt your legs start to go numb, your chest and face flushing hotly.

You couldn’t help but wonder if Jake still had the mask on even though you couldn’t see it; the only reason he'd have it on now is if he wanted it. But when he finally pushed a finger inside you, a groan escaped him despite his best efforts-- still muffled by the rubber.

When he brushed the pad of his finger against your g-spot, you let out a high-pitched moan. The stimulation was divine, but it wasn't near enough to get you off, which you needed more than you needed oxygen in that moment. You desperately wiggled your hips under his arm, desperate to be more filled. He acquiesced, pushing a second finger inside, stretching you delectably. Jake started to pump in and out, rubbing the pad of his thumb on your throbbing clit.

You were submerged in euphoria when you felt a warm liquid drip down from your pubic bone and into your folds-- Jake had spit on you. Like you were some dirty slut. Fantasizing about being fucked by a masked serial killer? Yeah, you were a filthy whore. And you loved it. Clearly, so did Jake.

A pitiful whine slipped past your lips as Jake picked up the pace, pumping and rubbing faster and harder, the pornographic squelching noise it made had your mind going numb. The blood in your veins had seemed to be replaced by pure liquid pleasure as the feeling of Jake’s fingers on and inside your most sensitive parts shot you ever-closer to your looming peak, threatening a vigorous collapse.

“Jake, please,” you pleaded. “Shit…need more,” you panted. You meant that you wanted his thick cock shoved deep inside you, but he simply kicked up his fingers a notch or two, sending you hurtling straight into the wall of your high, but excruciatingly unable to climb over it.

“Fuck, Jake!” You grappled with your restraints, wanting nothing more than to grab his wrists and pull him away from you. The pleasure was way too much. Pathetically overstimulated, it took you way too long to realize that Jake knew exactly what he was doing to you.

“You’re evil,” you sobbed, tears soaking the black silk over your eyes. Your mind couldn't understand or perceive anything but Jake’s merciless fingers at your cunt, the sensation beyond unbearable.

Just before you thought you were going to explode into fire, leaving nothing but ash and cinders, Jake relented.

Tear-stained and absolutely dripping wet, you were sure you were a sight to behold.

“Fucking bitch,” you spat, trying to catch your breath. It took you a good minute to remember where you where.

You then felt his strong palm come down hard on the side of your hip, sending you right back up into the stars. “Ow, Jesus, Jake!” you shouted, swallowing hard. But you both knew how much you liked being smacked around. His hand soothed the red mark he left.

His thumb gently brushed your cheeks, drying the tears that had flooded beyond the silk covering your eyes.

He grazed his hand from your chin, down your exposed neck, to your collarbone, and down to trace where the swell of your breasts began, obviously reveling in the image of your naked body all tied up and leaking for him. You felt his calloused fingers pinch one of your hard nipples while his free hand kneaded your other breast, making your back arch up into his touch, feeling divinely sensitive. A whine left your throat, your hips bucking pitifully.

His hands dragged down the sides of your waist and hips, finally settling and digging his fingers into your skin. You inhaled sharply as you felt his throbbingly hard cock run through your folds, sending shockwaves up to your head, fogging up your mind once more.

“Please,” you whispered a prayer, hungry for his cock.

Stars exploded behind your eyes when suddenly, Jake forcefully thrusted into you all the way, not giving you even a moment to get used to his size.

Your whole body was attacked with tingles, that familiar heat growing in your stomach again when you felt Jake lean over you, shivering at the feeling of the cold metal of his necklace landing on your chest. The heat and softness of his bare skin on yours felt so intimate compared to the outrageously obscene slapping sound that was erupting from between your two pelvises. Your pussy was exponentially wetter than normal, attributing it to the arousal of your long-time fantasy playing out on your favorite night of the year, as well as Jake’s talented cock brushing your g-spot with each quick snap of his hips, leaving you a moaning, blubbering mess.

“Jake, please, I’m almost there, I need more.” You had the urge to reach down and rub your clit to skyrocket you to your peak, momentarily forgetting your restraints; the sound of the metal chain that connected the loops rattling against the headboard along with your desperate whines seemed to encourage Jake. He started thrusting into you even faster and harder. One of his hands left your hips, and before long, his pointer and middle fingers were pushing past your lips. You sucked on them eagerly, moaning around them as you greedily swirled your tongue all over his skin, tasting his salty sweat and your own lingering arousal.

Sufficiently slicked, he pulled his fingers from your lips with a ‘pop,’ bringing them down to rub your clit hard. At this point, you were screaming in pleasure, writhing against your restraints, chanting Jake’s name like he was a god. He was everywhere; on top of you, inside of you, within you. It was overpowering.

Your toes began to curl as you felt yourself teetering on the edge you wouldn’t be able to come back from, about to be launched into the most extreme pleasure you’d ever felt.

“I’m about to cum, Jake, fuck!” you sobbed, breathing so heavy that your head started to spin.

One more particularly expert thrust of Jake’s hips sent you screaming into the deep, vast abyss of unimaginable pleasure. Your walls clenched like a vice around Jake’s cock, wetness flowing out of you. Your whole body went white-hot numb, making you forget your existence in this reality.

All the while, Jake was still thrusting into you, riding you through the waves of you unbearable euphoria.

Blinking hard, your breath gradually slowed as you regained feeling in your body. Jake was caressing your hips, helping to bring you back down to earth.

Once your breathing evened out, you felt him peel his torso off of yours, the both of you damp with sweat.

“Shit,” you heard him exclaim breathily— the first time he’s spoken this whole time— the single word drawn out in pure incredulity. The click that followed was him turning the dim bedside lamp on.

“What? What is it?”

“See for yourself.”

He removed your tear-soaked blindfold, your vision blurry and stinging from being in total blackness for so long. You squinted as your eyes adjusted in the low lamplight to see what had Jake so amazed.

Streaks of red were splattered between you, painting the both of you with fresh, dark blood.

“Oh, fuck, Jake, I’m so sorry,” you gasped in utter disbelief and embarrassment. “I didn’t know I was starting, or else I wouldn’t have-“

You trailed off as you watched Jake remove the Ghostface mask: his brown hair was disheveled, eyes half-lidded and lips open, visibly stunned. He tentatively dragged his fingers across a particularly thick streak of blood on his stomach and held up his hand as he watched it drip down over his palm. He was entirely dumbfounded, like there were no other thoughts in his mind except your blood on his skin. He pulled out of you, still hard and twitching.

You watched in hazy awe as Jake began to slowly pump his cock, using your slick blood to glide over his length. His eyes were locked onto to his streaked fist. Gradually getting faster and faster, his breathing quickened and high-pitched moans and whines started to slip past his fucked-out pink lips. He threw his head back, and the sweat on his flushed neck glistened in the low light. His eyebrows furrowed, concentrating hard on his impending release. He grunted deep and long as he came on your already-painted stomach, shooting hot and hard.

His chin fell to his chest, every ounce of his energy drained from him as he collapsed back to sit on his heels.

“Holy fuck,” he whispered, still breathing hard and admiring the red blood marring the pale white flesh on his hand and his cock.

You didn't have the words to express how turned on you were. You simply stared at him as he sat between your shaking legs.

"Oh, shit, I'm sorry," he breathed, wiping his bloodied hand on his waist and sliding off the bed, rushing to your side to release you from your handcuffs.

He took your hands and kissed both of your wrists, your soft, sweet Jakey resurfacing. Without a word, he scooped you up into his arms, carrying you towards the bathroom.

***

As the warm water of the bath Jake drew for you soothed your aching muscles, the fog in your brain slowly dissolved into bliss. You watched as steam swirled around the white-tiled room. Jake, having quickly cleaned off and changed into a sweatshirt and flannel pants, had returned from the kitchen with two classes of cold water. He passed you one as he kneeled beside the tub, stroking your hair.

You cleared your throat to try and rejuvenate your weak voice. "That was amazing."

"I couldn't agree more,” he said, kissing your forehead. “Are you ok?"

You nodded and hummed a response, leaning into his touch on your jaw.

"Never thought I'd get so hot and bothered at the sight of you covered in blood," you said with a giggle.

"Well, we already knew you were a bit twisted, what with you wanting to be ruined by Ghostface," he joked, a grin spreading over his lips.

"And ruined, I was."

Jake held out his hand to help you step out of the bathtub, handing you a fluffy white towel. Once you were dry, he tied his soft robe around you, taking a moment to worship the sight of your body.

You turned to head towards the linen closet to grab a fresh set of sheets, thinking about the crime scene that was yours and Jake's bed.

Jake grabbed you by your waist and turned you around to face him. "Mm-mm. Already done, pretty girl. You have nothing to worry about." He placed a sweet kiss on the tip of your nose.

"You already changed the--?"

"Yep. All clean."

You hadn't any idea where he had found the time to do that, but you almost moaned at the idea of sinking deep into the fresh sheets next to Jake.

Once more, you found yourself with your legs wrapped around Jake's waist as he carried you back to the bedroom, your chin propped on his shoulder.

He set you down on your back on the mattress, leaning over your body to kiss you deeply. It was passionate, yet spilling over with tenderness. In that moment, all you knew was Jake's solid body and his soft lips.

You gasped and chuckled at the feeling of Jake already hard again between your legs.

He looked down at the bulge in his pants. "'God, you see what you do to me?'" he quoted Billy Loomis with a smile, talking against your lips.

"No, I don't," you said coyly, returning his smile and wrapping your arms around his back, pulling him flush to you. "Why don't you show me?"

*

PART TWO!!

taglist post!

[notapradagurl7]

First Bite.

Tyler, The Creator x Black Fem! Reader.

Summary: In which, While spending a Halloween night alone in his house, Tyler, thinking he is being robbed, unintentionally comes face to face with a vampire who turns out to be his former lover.

(a/n: I love Tyler. 😩❤️)

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His deep brown eyes fixed on the television with his back leaned against the plush, beige armchair, The rhythmic tapping of rain on the window filled the room, a peaceful silence disrupted by the raging storm outside. A exhale of relief left his lips. The glow from the television cast a light on his chocolate-toned skin. The eerie creaking sounds around the house made his eyebrows furrow, the black remote rested on the gleaming brown coffee table, the scent of his potent cologne wafted in the air, The young man was enclosed within four walls bathed in a deep navy blue, decorated with framed family photos and petite mirrors in the spacious bedroom.

At the sound of the breaking glass ringing out through the house and the dull thumps echoing around, his ears became alert. Footsteps filled the hallway, accompanied by the low whine of the door's hinges.

On the evening of Halloween, as young children prepared for spooky tricks and sugary candy, plans were abruptly foiled by an unexpected thunderstorm. He made the decision to remain indoors on the frosty night, Unbeknownst to him, an unknown presence lurked within the walls of his home.

He swiftly grabbed the remote from the coffee table and promptly shut off the TV, before carefully placing the remote back on the table. Anxiety flooded him as the room became shrouded in darkness, and he cautiously made his way through the cramped hallways, the unsettling creaking sound persisting with each step he took.

In the midst of shattered glass ehoed from the kitchen, Tyler swiftly snatched the bat from its resting place in the living room corner. With a sudden surge of adrenaline, he swung the bat towards the back of the intruder's head.

However, in a surprising display of strength, the intruder effortlessly seized the bat, swiftly bending it in half, and shattering it into numerous broken pieces.

As his gaze locked onto two piercing crimson eyes amidst the shadows, the stranger boldly advanced towards him.

A shiver ran down his spine as the intruder's voice, now tainted with an eerie demonic resonance, echoed through the air, "Are you aware of my identity?"

In a swift motion, Tyler flicked the light switch, instantly illuminating the expansive kitchen. Standing before him was none other than his ex-partner, Y/N. Your cocoa skin shimmered under the bright fluorescent lights, while a mischievous smirk spread across your face.

Tyler sensed a malevolence emanating from you, an inescapable aura of darkness.

"Y/N? What happened to you?" Tyler asked you, his deep voice resonating through the room.

Your eyes bore into Tyler's soul, the crimson shifted to your natural chestnut brown eye color.

Your voice, laced with a hint of sadness, whispered, "Tyler, baby, I'm a vampire and I've been crushed to live as this creature of the night.."

Confusion and concern washed over Tyler's face as he struggled to comprehend the revelation before him. Memories of their passionate love flooded his mind, intertwining with the present reality.

He could still recall the taste of your lips, the warmth of your embrace, and the way your laughter filled his heart with joy.

But now, everything had changed.

You took a step closer, your movements fluid and graceful, like a predator stalking its prey. Tyler's heart raced in his chest, torn between fear and an inexplicable desire to understand what had led you down this dark path.

Their lips crashed into each other passionately, their lips smacking noise that echoed throughout the kitchen, "I missed you.." he whispered, his thumbs rubbing across your cheeks.

"I missed you too, but how about you show me..."

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Your hands clutched the wooden desk of your vanity mirror with your ass deeply arched in the air, his strong hands clutched your hips in place as he thrusts into you at a slow yet rhythm from behind, his brown eyes watched your face contort in pleasure in the reflection of the mirror.

With your nails slightly chipped from gripping tightly, you struggled to find your voice, "Tyler..." you murmured, your eyelashes fluttering back as your wet walls tightened around him, responding to his every thrust, his pace shifting effortlessly, "you look so beautiful." he groaned lowly. Their skin colliding filled the room after every merciless thrust.

Resting your head gently on his shoulder, the vanity mirror trembled and shattered. "T-Tyler! I love you so much," you whispered softly. Your juices spilled over his dick,  "You're so fucking wet for me too." Tyler playfully taunted, littering youd neck with kisses as his hand gave your ass a firm spank, leaving a handprint, The slight sting brought your pleasure-filled moans to life, revealing your fondness for a hint of pain.

Your stomach tightened, your body trembling beneath him, your legs growing numb. Your fingertips dug into the wooden surface, leaving behind trails of blood from the scratches. "I... I'm cumming!" you gasped, Tyler's voice came in a hushed whisper, "Let go, beautiful," as he gently kissed your lips. Your hand cradled the back of his neck, pulling him into a passionate kiss, their tongues twirling.

Tyler swiftly pulled out of her wet core and his warm liquid landed on her back, he grabbed a warm washcloth and wiped the mess off of her back. He then tenderly wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close to him.

Their breaths slowly returning to normal. You turned your head to look into Tyler's eyes, your gaze filled with a mix of love and vulnerability.

"I never wanted it to be like this," you whispered, your voice filled with regret. "I never wanted to hurt you."

Tyler caressed your cheek, his touch gentle and reassuring. "I know, baby," he replied softly.

A tear rolled down your cheek as you nodded, your emotions overwhelming you. "I love you," you replied, kissing his lips again. "I love you more than anything." he replied, he pecked the back of your hand.

Tyler kissed your forehead, his lips lingering against your skin. "I love you too, Y/N," he whispered.

As the sun began to rise with the rays peeking through the curtains, their night of passion was one that they will never forget, their soft snoring filling the bedroom, the couple tangled in light bedsheets, the blankets wrapped around their waists. The soft rustling of their bodies went on.

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[x-i-l-verify]

Okay, so while I may be shadowbanned on tumblr currently, I need to get this out there just for the record, because I have not seen a single other person in the Poppy Playtime community talking about this, and if it turns out any of my musings are right, I want to be able to point to this post and say I called it.

So. We know that the new character Dogday from the Smiling Critters line of toys will feature prominently in Chapter 3. In the accompanying cartoon show, he is described as the bright and energetic leader of the Critters, with a sun motif to contrast main antagonist Catnap’s moon motif.

However, the name "Dogday" is also a reference to “dog days,” which you might have heard in Florence + The Machine’s Dog Days Are Over. From this website right here:

“[The term “dog days” are a reference to] the Dog Star, Sirius. When it was closest to the Earth, all the animals would get languid and sleepy and when it moved away, they’d wake up. Sirius is the brightest star in Earth’s night sky. The term refers to the time when Sirius would appear in the sky just before the Sun which was believed to mark the beginning of the hottest days of the year somewhere in July. In other cases, this period was also associated with bad luck since the heat brought about thunderstorms and droughts.”

This potentially gives a ton of insight into where the devs might be taking Dogday’s character in chapter 3, and there are basically two different outcomes I can come up with right off the top of my head.

1) Dogday’s name is a clue as to his real nature. He is not an ally to the player, and even if he might not be working directly with Catnap, he will be hostile to the player. Catnap could have also possibly broken him due to the imprisonment and torture, and he might be doing Catnap’s bidding through direct or indirect control. Either way, he lives up to the original meaning of his name.

2) Dogday is a staunch ally to the player throughout the whole game, because his name is meant to be deeply ironic while also being a pun of a dog character being associated with the sun and daytime. It’s a similar way to how the name “Catnap” is both a pun and deeply ironic. A “catnap” is a brief, light sleep, like a power-nap. Catnap the character, however, puts people into long, deep sleeps. The character is also a cat associated with the moon and nighttime. So, with this logic, the meanings of their names fit the characters on the surface, but the deeper meanings are subverted.

Of the two theories, personally, I believe 2 is much more likely. Dogday has already been set up through context clues to be a foil for Catnap both thematically and narratively, and while yes, Mob Games could subvert that for shock value or because they have a different direction for the story to take in mind, I personally think it would be much more interesting if we had Dogday on our side during the entire chapter. For example, him “chasing” us through the Playcare in that brief clip in the trailer could easily be explained away by him simply following us around, like we’re escorting him somewhere. He doesn’t have to necessarily be chasing us down to murder us.

So yeah, them’s be my thoughts. Only time will tell if I’m right or not.

[wereh0gz]

Hello, I’m one of the contestants of the AU Sonic Smackdown, @delightrolls, the creator of the Sonic Thunderstorm AU. I was trying to decide who to vote for between you and @eloaholiveira, but the decision is proving to be difficult. Would you kindly tell me more about your Old Man Sonic AU? Anything and everything you feel comfortable sharing about your outstanding story! And if you want some more specific questions I would like to ask:

Why has Eggman Nega returned to Sonic’s Dimension?

How did Eggman Nega learn that Sonic is immortal?

If Eggman Nega is present, is Eggman also present and if so, what does he do?

Where and how does your Sonic respawn?

What is Omega like in this AU? Has he managed to destroy all Eggman robots? If so, what is he doing now?

What is Chip like in this AU? If Chip is present, is Dark Gaia as well?

How did Sonic, Tails, and Shadow handle the deaths of their other friends?

Was Tails born as a Kitsune or did something make him like that? If some made him like that what happened? If he was born like that, are there other Kitsune?

Can Tails still fly despite the greater number of tails?

And one just out of curiosity, what would happen if your Sonic were to be killed while all the Chaos Energy in his body has been neutralized? Would he find a different way to come back or would he actually die? I ask because after my Sonic, Duality, gets corrupted by the End in Sonic Frontiers they gain the ability Chaos Cancel from the End’s Absence Energy which allows them to neutralize all Chaos Energy in a certain range though that energy will eventually come back. Could my Sonic theoretically kill your Sonic?

Thank you for your time and regardless of whether you win or lose I think your story is outstanding :)

OH WOW THAT'S A LOT OF QUESTIONS

I'd be happy to answer them all for you :]

(Answers under the cut bc this got really long lol)

1. Why has Eggman Nega returned to Sonic's dimension?

From my understanding, Nega has some conflicting lore about his origins, so in this AU he's actually just Eggman's descendent from Silver's future and not from another dimension entirely.

2. How did Eggman Nega learn that Sonic is immortal?

It actually took a while to figure out, since Sonic keeps to himself a lot more than he used to, and he's really slippery and hard to capture or kill. He wasn't even sure if that old blue hedgehog getting in his way was actually Sonic for a pretty long time.

He did kill him once, though. Managed to stab him through the head with one of his mechs in a fight, basically lobotomized him. You see that scar under his floppy ear? Yeah.

Shadow, Omega, Silver, and Tails got Nega to retreat, but he was sure Sonic was gone for good. Turns out he was wrong, as Sonic came back months later to foil his plans for world domination again, quieter and much, much angrier than before.

This leads to Nega looking into his past in as much detail as possible, as well as trying to capture Sonic and study him to find some way to get rid of him for good. And that one death would not be the last caused by him.

3. If Eggman Nega is present, is Eggman also present and if so, what does he do?

Eggman is long dead by this point, as this AU takes place 200 in the future from when most Sonic games take place. Can't do much when you're six feet under lol.

4. Where and how does you Sonic respawn?

He doesn't really *respawn* so to speak, he regenerates from whatever is left of his body after dying. I guess you could call it respawning if he's reduced to atoms, as he would technically have to come back from nothing, but that (thankfully) has never happened.

Whenever he dies, he's usually taken to one of Tails' workshops by Shadow so that Tails can oversee his regeneration/recovery. He's built machines that help speed up the regeneration process using Chaos Energy. They're like special beds that blast him with high amounts of energy until he can come back to life and recover from his injuries on his own.

He can regenerate without the machines if needed, but it takes a lot longer and he doesn't like it. He hates the feeling of a "restless death", as he calls it, and would rather come back as fast as possible even if he wakes up scarred and in pain.

5. What is Omega like in this AU? Has he managed to destroy all Eggman robots? If so, what is he doing now?

Omega is pretty similar to how he is in canon. Still very much the rage-filled lover of extreme violence and destruction we all know and love, but he's ever so slightly more open to showing affection to his friends now (even calls them his friends outright sometimes!)

He's destroyed as many of Eggman robots as he possibly could, which, as far as he's aware, is all of them, so he's satisfied on that front. However, he does have the newfound goal of destroying all of Eggman *Nega's* robots, too, ensuring Eggman's legacy is wiped out completely. So he joins Shadow and Silver in fighting Nega whenever he can.

Achieving this new goal gets progressively more difficult as his body becomes harder and harder to repair, though, but he won't give up until his job is done (or until he finally kicks the bucket).

6. What is Chip like in this AU? If Chip is present, is Dark Gaia as well?

Chip actually comes in later on in whatever semblance of a cohesive story I have in my head, after Nega's properly defeated. They'd basically be the focus of the second major arc in this story.

They actually fused with Dark Gaia after their premature release from the planet's core, seeking to embrace each other and end the cycle they were a part of, reforming into "True Gaia". After some time, their seal eventually weakened again, which led to parts of them escaping back into the surface and forming a new physical body.

He struggles a lot with his identity and guilt as both Light and Dark Gaia's identities and memories suddenly merged into one. It's hard to tell where Chip ends and Dark Gaia begins. He's still kind and curious, like he was when Sonic first met him years ago, but he can also be prone to mood swings and even act animalistic and feral sometimes. The most notable change, though, is that he is very sleepy all the time.

It would travel the world with Sonic and Tails to energy "hotspots" scattered around the planet in order to absorb the parts of it still sealed inside the core, all while helping Sonic connect with the current world in the process.

7. How did Sonic, Tails, and Shadow handle the deaths of their other friends?

Shadow had time to come to terms with the fact that he would outlive his friends. He'd known he was immortal for much longer than Sonic or Tails, so he could at least try to prepare for it long before it happened. Of course, it still hurt when they eventually passed away, but he continues to move forward.

He looks back at the times they shared fondly and keeps their memory alive in a series of journals he's written.

Tails didn't have as much time to prepare himself like Shadow did, but he handled it alright. He misses them a lot, but he lives on because it's what they would've wanted. He often regrets not having spent more time with them, though.

He keeps a database of all the information (both public and private) he could possibly have about them, including biographies, images, videos, even things like chat logs in a cloud network he created to ensure they'd never be forgotten.

Sonic... didn't take it so well. It's like he never really processed that he would outlive his friends at all. He never thought about it, never *wanted* to think about it, despite the fact that he learned of his immortality well before that time came. So when it eventually happened, and he had to watch his friends eventually die one after another, it hit him *hard*.

He isolated himself and started hoarding anything and everything that reminded him of them, from gifts he was given years ago to pictures that had begun to fade. He avoided facing that grief head on for as long as he could, but he eventually began to forget what they were like, and was forced to move on.

He still grieves them, but now it feels like he's grieving phantoms instead of actual people. He hates it.

8. Was Tails born as a Kitsune or did something make him like that? If something made him like that what happened? If he was born like that, are there other Kitsune?

He was born a kitsune! There are others like him, but they're extremely rare and only really heard of in legends, so he's the only one we would actually see in this AU.

9. Can Tails still fly despite the greater number of tails?

Yes! He can fly without having to spin his tails now, too, but still does it out of habit.

10. What would happen if your Sonic were to be killed while all the Chaos Energy in his body has been neutralized? Would he find a different way to come back or would he actually die?

Sonic cannot truly die unless his soul is destroyed, which is nigh impossible as the forces of Chaos themselves forbid that from happening.

Neutralizing the Chaos Energy inside him would temporarily halt his regeneration, though, so he wouldn't be able to heal at all as long as the neutralization effect is active. Since that effect is temporary and his soul is (I assume) still intact, he will eventually come back.

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Thanks for asking about my AU!! I love thinking abt him and The Horrors he's gone through <3

[herzzgeist]

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The crewmate tries to give the captain more space in this small closet

"Sorry for this situation captain...b-but at least it's more quiet in here" (small shy chuckle)

One Piece Dating Simulator - Law x fem!reader

Pairing: Law x Kura | Word count: 600 | Warnings: none

A/N: My dearest Kurage, I felt cheeky and made it a bit more immersive for you, hope you don't mind me using your username :3 HAPPY VALENTINES

Dividers by cafekitsune ~

So here you are - stuck in a cramped closet with your heart beating fast and a clump in your throat. Law's about to speak, however you manage to initiate in breaking the ice first.

"Sorry for this situation captain...b-but at least it's more quiet in here", you let out a small chuckle, shy and afluster from this overly specific predicament you find yourself in. All you hear is the man push out an irked sigh and he shifts uncomfortably in place.

Law utters: "Quiet, but bothersome nonetheless. Sharing enclosed spaces with another person isn't really on my daily schedule." Although he said this, after a short pause he looks at you with a softened gaze.

"But I'm not opposed it to be you, Kura-ya."

Silence. Nothing but awkward silence fills the closet and you can't bring yourself to answer his statement. Time is no longer a concept as you only hear Law's somewhat faster paced breathing. Is he nervous? A highly rare occassion to witness such behaviour in him.

You can sense his body moving your way. The faint of light beaming through the closet's cracks enframes his austere face and you can discern a warm smile crossing his lips as he approaches you. It is then where Law whispers: "Not opposed in the slightest."

The wall behind you catches you from walking backwards any further and an arm cages you in as it props above you. The warmth of Law's body envelops you, for he stands only inches away now.

This took a turn you cannot fathom at all, your breath catches in your throat and your mind goes for a spin. It's all the same for your Captain, his steel eyes staring down at you - now that the both of you are "alone", there is a point he wishes to prove, though rather through actions than through words.

His free hand reaches for your face, cupping your cheek, the gentle and soft circulations of his thumb lulling you into a state of spirales in your head. The tall and slender frame is forced to bend down a bit to take a proper look at you, Law slouches and leans closer.

Albeit his hesitance slowing down his advances, he gathers all the courage he can muster - his eyes seeking yours, acting as silent ask for confirmation that you're not against this.

Inch after inch his lips aim for yours, wanting nothing more but to give this sweet and delectable cherry skin of yours a taste of what he's withheld from you - something he'd never dare to speak out aloud, for he just realized it is now or never.

Almost - closer, they graze your cupid's bow and-

"7 MINUTES ARE OVER GUYS", the closet door slams open - an overly cheerful Shachi shamelessly tore open a rift in your little world forming around you. Law, who is more than displeased with how this ended, slowly turns to face the orca hatted idiot, a thunderstorm roiling above the surgeon's head.

Someone is going to die tonight. "Shachi, I suppose you run for your life now . .", the Captain growls, a menacing grin flashing his teeth as he cautiously breaks away from you, to hunt down the fool who foiled his plans.

The last thing you hear is Shachi's screams of terror and Law's room expanding across the submarine.

However, he hasn't forgotten that heart fluttering moment with you - hence he's determined to make it up to you, for he didn't make it to prove his point on Valentine's day.

[zemkzone]

That Rare Arctic Thunderstorm: Ch15 (on AO3)

Happy 2024, y'all!!!

FULL FIC LINK HERE

Caitlin’s life had taken unexpected turns in the last two years. After the particle accelerator explosion, she’d grieved the loss of her fiancé by burying herself in work within the broken remains of what had once been a renowned scientific institution. Months later, when she’d been at her lowest, she’d been given two mysterious coma patients to care for. Nearly a year after the explosion, the Flash and Captain Cold were born. Impossible, improbable things became her new normal. She worked with metahumans to defend the city against other metahumans. She got her fiancé back, and he was now her husband. She’d also gained an extended found family. And learned things about herself she wasn’t sure she wanted—was ready—to know. She put that uncomfortable thought aside as Professor Stein and Hartley stepped into the morgue and closed the doors behind them. “Does Lyla have everything she needs?” she asked. “They’re as comfortable as they can be,” Professor Stein replied with a tight smile. “Considering that they’re in a room with a portal to another dimension, guarding an evil telepathic gorilla in a medically induced coma,” Hartley amended. Caitlin shuddered. She still couldn’t wrap her head around how the captive primate she’d once spent hours monitoring, playing with, and taking care of had become something out of a nightmare. On the way from the airfield, Lyla had kept the details to a minimum, but Caitlin had guessed the worst from the agent’s grim expression. Ronnie, wrapped in an emergency foil blanket, rubbed her shoulder from the seat to her left as Cisco grimaced on her right. Grodd wasn’t their most pressing concern now, though. From the way Barry was rubbing his fingers and rocking back on his feet, their latest dilemma was the farthest thing from simple. “I take it you haven’t told this lot about Leonard and the Eye of Calm.” The strange British magician who’d introduced himself as John Constantine rolled his shoulders and passed a transparent glass sphere between his hands. “No,” Barry replied in the guiltiest tone Caitlin had ever heard. He wouldn’t look anyone in the eye. “Len and I kept it to ourselves.” “What’s this eye thing?” Ronnie asked, pulling his blanket even tighter around his himself. “It sounds like the title of an Indiana Jones movie.”  Harry, a hoodie and baseball cap firmly covering his head in case someone walked in, snorted loudly from where he’d been looking at metahuman remains in the drawers. “It sounds like another secret that shouldn’t have been one.” “This has nothing to do with you!” Barry snapped, uncharacteristically explosive. His arms were vibrating as he rounded on Constantine. “And this wouldn’t have happened if you hadn’t given Len that magic necklace in the first place!”

READ THE REST OF THE CHAPTER HERE

[roamingbadger]

List five things that make you happy, then put this in the inbox of the last ten people who reblogged something from you, get to know your mutuals and your followers! 🌟🥰

Thank you so much for this! 🥰

Today’s five things:

1. I got a carnitas burrito for lunch and the person making it for me started to write the type of meat on the foil. But she gave up after three letters. So that’s why my burrito is labeled “car.” We laughed about it together. Love the small moments of shared humanity.

2. Barry’s tea, gold blend. Splash of cream NOT milk. It’s so good.

3. Amelie soundtrack

4. A cloudy day in summer that smells like a thunderstorm

5. Sneaking in a few pages of a really good book during the day

[dreaminlittlenightmares]

What is everyone's earliest memory?

>>;

The Maw

Six: Sea form and the smell of salt the Janitor: A loud, mechanical crashing sound the Twin Chefs: One remembers the tastes of strawberry jam, and the other remembers stealing crackers and cheese from a board the Lady: Sharing scary stories with a childhood friend the Granny: Eating a very sour exotic fruit the Runaway Kid: Having his real mom tuck him in after a bad nightmare

Pale City

Mono: Crumpling foil into balls the Hunter: Petting a wild animal's fur the Teacher: Pushing someone into a river the Doctor: Hearing a song he still hasn't found all these years later the Thin Man: Whispers from a static-y tv screen

The Nest

the Raincoat Girl: Watching a thunderstorm and being fascinated by it the Craftsman: Trying to bite a jawbreaker the Butler: Imagining bending a metal spoon with his mind the Pretender: Exploring somewhere with her parents

[bestworstcase]

the hare is a jackalope

jackalopes have folkloric associations with lightning (they only breed during thunderstorms)

jaune’s knight doppelgänger hangs out with the hare, and jaune himself appears in the op in connection with clocks—(two o’clock, two days wrong, there’s something here)—which insinuates jaune into the role of the hatter…

…who is an accused murderer (of time) and in through the looking glass, as hatta, one of the white king’s messengers, freshly released from prison after serving his sentence for a crime he had not yet committed, can barely speak but cries when haigha asks after him (“Hatta looked round once more, and this time a tear or two trickled down his cheek; but not a word would he say.”)…

and here’s where this gets really fun, through the looking glass also very obliquely connects the hatter and the hare to lightning, by way of this passage:

“Don’t let us quarrel,” the White Queen said in an anxious tone. “What is the cause of lightning?”

“The cause of lightning,” Alice said very decidedly, for she felt quite certain about this, “is the thunder—no, no!” she hastily corrected herself. “I meant the other way.”

“It’s too late to correct it,” said the Red Queen: “when you’ve once said a thing, that fixes it, and you must take the consequences.”

“Which reminds me—” the White Queen said, looking down and nervously clasping and unclasping her hands, “we had such a thunderstorm last Tuesday—I mean one of the last set of Tuesdays, you know.”

Alice was puzzled. “In our country,” she remarked, “there’s only one day at a time.”

The Red Queen said “That’s a poor thin way of doing things. Now here, we mostly have days and nights two or three at a time, and sometimes in the winter we take as many as five nights together—for warmth, you know.”

“Are five nights warmer than one night, then?” Alice ventured to ask.

“Five times as warm, of course.”

“But they should be five times as cold, by the same rule—”

“Just so!” cried the Red Queen. “Five times as warm, and five times as cold—just as I’m five times as rich as you are, and five times as clever!”

Alice sighed and gave it up. “It’s exactly like a riddle with no answer!” she thought.

(the hatter of course being the character notorious for posing riddles to which he doesn’t know the answer.)

but hey! “it’s too late to correct it; when you’ve once said done a thing, that fixes it, and you must take the consequences” sure is salient to this moment in jaune’s arc, huh! and this, again, connects him symbolically to the hatter, whose close relationship with time is irrevocably severed when the queen accuses him of murdering the time during a musical performance and strands him in a perpetual teatime; it’s always six o’clock at the hatter’s tab—

(oh. the clockfaces behind jaune in the op have two twelves; if you instead halve twelve you get six. it’s a fucking pun. lmfao)

anyway salem’s heroic foil has stealth lightning symbolism now

and he’s the messenger who goes, who carries; we have seen him weep but not a word has he spoken. he can’t escape the consequences of his choices, he can’t undo the past—and he has, like hatta, also been punished for crimes he hasn’t yet committed. that’s what the divine ultimatum is. punishment for the defiance the god of light anticipates, because salem defied him and he sees the rest of humanity as a mere extension of her. the threat of annihilation is justified by the presumption that humankind will, on the day of judgment, make demands of the gods, defy them just as salem did.

jaune is going to curse the gods.

[messier51]

crime raccoon update

so the other day i saw one of the western bluebirds! they’re back! I heard a woodpecker recently too. but the bluebirds are super pretty

[photo by Kevin Cole from Pacific Coast, USA from wikimedia commons, cc by 2.0 (en:User:Kevinlcole) - Male Western Bluebird (Sialia mexicana)]

so i hung up a little birdfeeder with a few sunflower seeds in it.

it’s been less than a year since the raccoons climbed up the pole on my porch, across the rafter, and crashed an empty glass hummingbird feeder to the ground in the middle of a thunderstorm at night, and you would think i would know better

and yet, the lure of the pretty birds is strong

so a pair of raccoons showed up, one of them scaled the porch and shook the bird feeder to the ground, and then they feasted on sunflower seeds.

the next night they came back but there was nothing there for them, no cat food bowls or sunflower seeds to steal. but I do have a nice bit of footage showing that two of them were chilling up in the porch rafters for a little while.

it’s also pretty funny to watch them climb up and down the post.

today, my grocery box was delivered early enough that I could bring it inside before leaving for work, thankfully.

sorry raccoons, today you have been foiled.

[penofdamocles]

You know actually maybe it’s for the best that I couldn’t really fly as a robot because I’m so damn used to being entirely immune to being targeted or electrocuted by lightning that I absolutely would have thrown my fully conductive metal ass into a thunderstorm and come out of that looking like the results of turning on a microwave lined with tin foil.

[daechwitatamic]

41, 51, 57…for research 👀

41. Who's your favorite character you've written?

From Complete Faith I'm really, really fond of Nikki and Jimin. From What Was Hidden that Tae is *chef's kiss* to me, I am forever a Kiko stan, and I'm oddly fond of my Jungkook. Also I have a shelved project that only @kookstempo has seen but the character's name is Suri and we fucking stan her, prepare yourselves.

51. Does what you like to write differ from what you like to read?

I read a lot of smut, humor, and SMAUs and those are not my wheelhouse to write. I would LOVE to write these and I have tried and it just doesn't come as easily or end up as good as when I stick to angst and drama.

57. How conscious are you about including foreshadowing or symbolism in your fics?

Extremely!!! I have tricks on tricks on tricks! I also sneak in things like repetition or flip-flopping themes/conversations (ie CF Ch 7 the question "are you okay" is answered by oc "of course i am" and in CH 9 answered by Tae "of course I'm not".... or the repetition of the storm in WWH from the snowstorm in Ch 6 to the thunderstorm in Ch 15), or how I named Luz so purposely because it means "light", or how on Tae and OC's first waffle date she DOESN'T ACTUALLY ORDER A WAFFLE but on their waffle date in the end she does??!!! jfhaksjfhakjsfh i love my tricks :') i also love foils (Kiko and Yoongi falling apart as Tae and OC get together, etc). I also love a chance to throw in some metaphors like I did in all of Yoongi's lyrics. In my roomie!joon wip, oc is in the poetry program and I am having a GREAT time with making those secretly very meaningful >:) great question, pamitha

Thank you so much for playing! I'd love to get more :) Writing ask game

[psidrako3]

The Little Things: A chronological and vauge saga of my Europe trip.

Mario Kart Wii kart selection music over airport waiting.

When I started this idea.

Airplane pillow surplus

Star-shaped purple helium balloon that saw Iceland.

Outdoor boarding.

Iceland Chocolate.

Beef Jerky discarded.

Granola! oh shit it went everywhere.

Overstimulation from being awoken from a jetlagged nap.

Exotic clothes display cases.

A bronze statue featuring a bear, an inflatable ball, and man with a dog's head.

Brand soda bottle with cap designed to stay on the bottle.

Stage play Spirited Away.

Ea Nasir's Shitty copper.

Plush cat of the goddess Bastet.

Struggling in UK TSA.

Abandoned infrastructure ft C148's "The End".

Haunted by a Hyperfixation.

Really Cool Pharmacy Sign.

Sandwich Friend (Wasp)

Dog walking, but parkour dog.

Lock bridge.

Citywide prep for the Olympic Games, Giant logo on Eiffel Tower.

Only I was able to get through the transit gate.

Big Macaron.

Sections of wood paneling in repair.

Topiaries.

Held an outlet converter in place in a bad socket.

I legally didn't exist in a train.

Munich thunderstorm.

Devil's Foot.

Overstimulation at Hofbräuhaus.

Book of Mormon in our hotel room instead of a phone book.

Quaint German Countryside.

Decorative fountains for filling water bottles.

Me being right about us not being on the path to The tour entrance gates at Neuschwanstein Castle sare the same sounds as the entrance gates at my hometown ski mountain.

Salzburg Day Passes.

Why was the fountain fenced in? Water crimes.

Key man.

Public giant chessboard. [Forgot to take a photo when I was down there so here it is!]

That's a lot of change that people drop down there.

Steep slope Railcar.

Wierd lighting where a figure in a painting had a circle of shadow around his head, forming a halo.

A travel group wearing full black robes, on a hot day.

The crosswalk characters were in love!

Barcode Sticker not placed flat.

Pillar stuck in wall

"Maybe You're allergic to Austria." -Mom

Artificial creek water feature that lets you send ballpit balls floating to the bottom.

*Goes to watch choir performance.*

Dragon statue on funky roof between two larger buildings.

Ambushed by a Trick Fountain.

Stood inside a Cloud.

Air density science w/ a Coca-Cola bottle.

Couple of high-end cars with numbers 69 and 72 printed in gold.

Some form of interference turns a 3 hour train ride into something else.

Mom couldn't Escalator correctly.

Private seating on Train.

KitKat cereal.

Unofficial The Amazing Digital Circus plushies.

Duck Boutique.

City Tour tram decorated like a steam train.

Black Bagel Burger Bun (Say that 5 times fast).

Scale models of buildings in Prague, each with a ruined portion.

Sat around outside.

Choir Performance 2: String Instrument Boogaloo.

Elevator with a swinging door.

Mom getting so turned around by Google Maps we take a Taxi. (We have come to the conclusion that Mom's bad at Google Maps and we just had it good this whole time)

Choir 3 & Wellerman by The Longest Johns (At Beethoven's funeral Venue XD???)

Beethoven's grave.

Alto Clef Floral arrangement.

Finally rained again.

gm_[make joke later] (I'm not doing that it's the spiral parking lot)

Recalling important buildings from the trip.

Lack of bag storage foils day plans.

I was certain that I heard the sound of electricity flowing in our hotel room.

A very well dressed Rabbi.

Older sister being a suitcase clutz.

Overstimulation from the weight distribution of a double Decker Bus.

Shit. (Took Airline Bus without party.)

Burnt trees make mountains look fuzzy from the air.

Glitchy Iceland airplane advertisement roll.

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[aideshou]

When your 🍯 comes to foil the “solstice taco party outside” (day after solstice 😆) and as soon as he starts his annoying weedwhacker like I thought would be equally as funny, thunderstorms that weren’t supposed to hit us did, and while he has to stop, oh my god is it funny to see those people (questionable 👽 🐍 🦎) run away to their cars with their soggy tacos in clutch 🐖 🌮