#hive sex ritual

[ourflagmeansgayrights]

Okay so this is completely random but I’m hoping you or someone who sees this can help me. Did you ever read this fic?: Stede was some kind of tentacley mer creature who got captured and put in a tank. Ed was assigned to look after him. They communicated in a kind of telepathy. Ed managed to help Stede escape (with the help of Olu and Jim) and they were happy and free. It was such a good fic and I so wish I could find it again!

YES i love that fic it’s in my bookmarks!! here ya go

[babisawyer]

very brave of the yellowjackets writers to be like 'hey, what if eating your friend was a bad thing?'

[leiascully]

Fic: POANG (M, MSR)

4400 words; rated M for a lot of real and imaginary sex; the solve high hits Scully right in the libido and a trip to IKEA doesn't help. happy birthday, @laurencem (ao3)

There’s a novelty to working a case in a city. They’re usually in smaller towns, out on the edges of things where the fields blur into the woods and the monsters wear animal skins. Today’s monster is human, or something that resembles one. Scully doubts sometimes that it’s possible to be so brutal and retain humanity.

They’d been called in on this one on the suspicion of witchcraft. There had been a series of killings: bundles of herbs left at the scene, dead bees scattered about, cedar smoke lingering in the corners of the rooms, corpses ritually disfigured. The perpetrator turned out to be more ecofascist than druid. No caltrops for him, and no nice trip to the woods for her and Mulder. This killer has been cultivating poison plants, including the kind of mushrooms that reduced a person’s liver to a liquid. He raved as they put him in the car, something about the city being a hive and its denizens mere drones. Scully tuned it out.

Case closed by noon and they’re back at the hotel. It’s not a particularly nice one: no restaurant, no pool, no premium channels. They’re close to the airport, far from most of the amenities. The closest landmark is an IKEA looming blue and yellow by the highway. Scully regrets making them drop off the rental car early, but Skinner’s been making noises about expenses again. Frugality and a high solve rate are the better part of valor. There’s a free shuttle to the airport, but their flight isn’t until tomorrow morning.

“Where do you go to eat around here?” Mulder asks the college-age kid at the desk.

The kid shrugs. “IKEA.”

“To eat?” Mulder sounds skeptical. It’s music to Scully’s ears. She settles her hip against the wall and watches him.

“I mean it’s not where I would take a date, but they’ve got food,” the kid says, glancing between them.

Mulder turns to Scully. He lifts an eyebrow.

“IKEA it is,” she says.

It’s a short walk, at least. Scully’s used to the touristy part of DC, which this is decisively not. She’s used to walking next to Mulder in a suit and heels instead of jeans and flats. It feels different. She never feels small, walking next to Mulder. He makes space for her, even when they’re out on their own time, like this. She wonders if that makes it look like they're on a date, when they’re out of uniform.

She wonders, just a little, if they’re on a date.

The automatic door of the IKEA opens invitingly, a wide mouth to swallow them up. Mulder ushers her in, an ironic little twist to his lips that tells her he knows what she’s thinking. The maw of capitalism. An ecosystem where the consumer is the consumed. Clearcut forests shimmering with ancient insects.

Also, meatballs.

The end-of-case adrenaline is starting to hit her. All the emotion she locked down in the moment comes back, rerouted from fear to something more feral. She’s restless. She is, truth be told, a little horny. Some confluence of her cycle and the solve high has her wishing she’d stayed in the hotel room. The bathtub looked clean enough. She could have enjoyed herself. Instead she’s letting Mulder lead her through a labyrinth of simulated lives and enticingly arranged furniture. He stops to mosey into one of the staged spaces and beckons her over.

“Look at this, Scully.” He spreads his arms. He can almost touch both walls of the fake apartment. The grey t-shirt he’s wearing stretches in such an enticing way over his chest and shoulders. She gets a whiff of his deodorant and it makes her toes tingle. There’s something about the scent of artificial woods layered over just a hint of sweat that makes the feral part of her flex its claws. She’s always susceptible to the scent of Mulder, but this is something else. She could duck under his arm and sink her teeth into the bare skin of his bicep.

Some part of her is mortified to think of him in this way. Most days, that part gets the upper hand. Today, it’s been outvoted and overpowered. Want prowls back and forth in her belly. She steps closer.

“Can you imagine living here?” he asks. “Actually, you probably could. It’s about the size of a ship’s cabin.”

“Compact,” she says.

His eyes crinkle as he smiles at her. “Just like you.”

I’d compact you, she wants to say, even though it makes no sense. She wonders if her pupils are dilated as she gazes up at him. She wants to push him up against the wall, but there’s a cabinet in the way. He’d hit his head, and he’s had enough cranial trauma. She’s his doctor. She knows better.

He’s still smiling at her and for a moment, her wild desire recoils, rebuffed by doubt. How would he react if she lunged for him? Does he even think of her that way? There have been hints over the years, but Mulder’s mouth writes checks the rest of him isn’t willing to cash. In his mind, are they just on a nice little outing, two work colleagues grabbing dinner? Was he planning on going back to his hotel room to watch whatever film features a leggy brunette wearing the fewest clothes?

“Kidding,” he says, and she realizes she’s staring at him. “Scully. I’m kidding.”

“Right.” She takes a step back as he lets his arms fall to his sides.

“Are you all right?” He ducks his head. “You look a little flushed.”

“I’m fine,” she says automatically.

“I guess it’s been an exciting day.” He meanders out of the fake apartment onto the floor of the store. They seem to be in the seating section. Scully doesn’t need a sofa, and she doesn’t need to look at sofas and imagine on them herself cuddled into Mulder’s side. None of these options are as sexy as his leather couch anyway. Oh god, when did she start thinking his couch was sexy?

Mulder stops by a chair with a light wood frame. “POANG,” he reads off the tag. It’s got white cushions and a sort of modern look. “Oh hey, it’s a rocking chair.” He tips it with one finger and it obligingly rocks. “Maybe you need one of these for your living room.”

Scully is possessed by a vivid image of the chair as it might look in her living room. Mulder is sitting in it, jeans yanked open and shirt rucked up, and she’s straddling his lap and riding him until the runners squeak under them. The motion of the chair accentuates the motion of her hips and her tits swing until he captures them in his big warm hands and and and…

“Maybe,” she says. “But Mulder, we have an IKEA closer to home.”

He drops onto one of the sofas and stretches out. He’s obnoxiously long. His shirt rides up, revealing a wedge of golden skin. “You’d probably rather have something vintage anyway. You’ve got champagne tastes, Scully. You like your creature comforts.”

“Is there something wrong with that?” She crosses her arms.

“No.” His lip twitches in amusement. “Although I have to say, if I had your bed, I’d never get out of it.”

Please, she thinks, fervent as a prayer. “Is that why it took you so long to stop sleeping on the couch? Your inherent slothfulness?”

“What can I say.” He brushes his hand over his stomach, smoothing his shirt down. She bites her lip and looks away. “I’m a man of many vices.” His voice is low, almost a purr.

It’s exactly this kind of fucking behavior that feeds the poor confused wild thing inside her. Does he know that? She knows him better than anyone else in her life and she has never been able to decide if it’s real, not even the time they almost kissed. Her need for him gobbles up every scrap of plausibly deniable flirtation, simultaneously satiated and starving.

She looks away from him. The next section is more innocuous - lots of cute little baskets and boxes. “I thought you were hungry.” She can’t imagine a magazine holder stoking her libido.

“Right,” he says, rolling off the couch. “Date night.”

She rolls her eyes. “It’s lunchtime.”

“Who knows how long it’ll take us to get to the restaurant?” He shades his eyes with his hand, as if he’s peering over some dim horizon. “This place is engineered for maximum distraction. Think of all the lives we could live between here and there, Scully.”

She manages to haul him through the living room storage without too many detours, although she does have a wistful moment over another one of the staged living spaces, imagining the two of them sharing an apartment. She shoves the thought away. They spend so much time together she should be sick of him. She should fantasize about freedom, or solitude, or meeting a handsome stranger in a tiki bar on a tropical beach. But even when she loathes Mulder, she longs for him. Even the way he examines a Billy bookshelf gives her a rush of fond familiarity at the way he devotes his whole attention to it.

“Should we get you a desk?” he teases as they enter the next section.

Only if you’ll fuck me on it, she doesn’t say. Instead, she rolls her eyes and marches toward the shortcut, knowing he’s drifting in her wake. They skip the kitchen section, which is good; she doesn’t have to imagine herself with her hands braced on a countertop as Mulder presses against her from behind, one hand palming her tits and three fingers of the other inside her. They proceed through dining. In her head, she’s definitely not bent over this table as he takes her from behind, or sitting on that one as he has her for dinner, his lips moving eagerly over her thighs.

There’s something wrong with her. The heat deep in her belly keeps building. It’s Mulder’s damn grace and the way he smells and the fit of his jeans and the way the t-shirt strains when his arm flexes. It’s been too goddamn long since she had sex - years, and that was the once, and years before that - and something has awoken inside her, stirred out of sleep by the moon or the tides or who knows what the fuck. She’d go out on a limb for ancient prophecy at this point. That’s how primal her desire feels. It’s wild inside her, barely contained. And it’s so fucking stupid to feel all of this in the middle of an IKEA - a sanitized, flatpack world of sexless confused caricatures and beds that look too flimsy to fuck in.

Beds. So many beds. Acres of beds. And they do look flimsy, but she imagines fucking in them anyway. That one has a slatted headboard she could attach restraints too. That one has storage drawers for her collection of sex toys and Mulder’s collection of dirty magazines. She’d fuck him in a trundle bed at this point. Hell, she’d fuck him on the floor and let security drag them out and shove them into the cop car still coupled together, because there’s no way she’d let him go.

She somehow makes it through beds.

“You must be hungry,” he says at her shoulder. “Or else you took up competitive speedwalking.”

“That continental breakfast was a long time ago,” she says without looking back. She doesn’t need to look. She can sense him: his heat, his bulk. She could reach out for him and know exactly what she’d touch. That’s the problem with her fantasies. She knows him too intimately.

The wardrobe section doesn’t trouble her much, aside from a brief vision of dragging him into a small dark space and having her way with him. She doesn’t even flinch when they get to the children’s section, or at least not outwardly. Her eyes are on the prize and for once, it’s not Mulder’s ass. It’s the IKEA bistro at long last.

They dine. Mulder has meatballs. Scully has the salmon. The meatballs look suspiciously pale to her, but Mulder assures her they’re delicious. He holds out his fork for her, won’t take no for an answer. She relents and he feeds her a fragment of meatball dipped in the sharp sweetness of lingonberry jam. It’s better than she expected. She eats her salmon and wonders at her impulse toward the ascetic. Mulder is supposed to be the one who’s chosen a lonely, constrained life, but she’s the one denying herself mashed potatoes and a potential heaping helping of Mulder. If his flirting means anything, and that’s the if of her life at this point.

She sighs and puts her fork down on her plate. Mulder eats the last bite of her salmon, but only when it becomes clear she isn’t going to eat it. He smiles at her and her heart and her loins both throb. Fuck, she loves him so much.

They escape the IKEA without any further purchases. Fortunately, most of the rest of the store is small goods and packaged furniture, so the only thing to tempt her is the occasional surface that looks firm enough to support them both.

“Call me when you want dinner,” Mulder says when they get back to the hotel. She locks herself into her room and scans her notes on the case. She waits five minutes, fifteen, an hour. There’s no knock on her door. She starts to run a bath. Her whole body feels congested. She knows it’s not possible to die from metaphorical blue balls, unless it is and she’s about to be in the X-Files again. She wants him so much she feels like a teenager again. If they’d grown up together, he would have been her first kiss. She knows that. Four years would have made a difference until it didn’t. She would have waited for him to finally, finally see her.

She’s waiting for that now.

There’s a full length mirror near her door and she stands in front of it. There’s nothing wrong with her, surely. She’s not as buxom as some, not as curvy as others, but he’s dragged his eyes up and down her body a hundred thousand times. She’d know what that meant from anyone else. With Mulder, who knows? It could be sacred geometry. He could be comparing her to the women in the tapes he stashes under his tv. Maybe she’s just in his line of sight and he’s thinking about something else, sinusoidal curves or what inhabits the bleak depths of space, and it only looks like interest.

She squeezes her breasts, thumbs her nipples. Her own hands aren’t what she wants, but they’re familiar. She slides her palms over her body as the water thunders into the bathtub. If she closes her eyes as she tugs off her t-shirt and unbuttons her jeans, she can imagine it’s him. Fire follows her fingertips as she draws a topographical map of her body with his phantom hands. She’s down to her bra and panties when someone raps on the door.

“Just a minute,” she calls, and turns off the water. She peers through the peephole, wrapping a towel around herself. It’s Mulder. Of fucking course, it’s Mulder, interrupting her at exactly the moment she would want him to, so that he can tell her about fairy rings or the exciting properties of silicon instead of fucking her through the hotel bed.

She lets him in, rolling her eyes at herself.

“I went back to the IKEA,” he says. “In the vein of the heroes of old. I conquered the extremely domestic wilds of the main floor and I may have ordered you a POANG chair to be delivered. Also, I brought cake.” He puts two plastic boxes on her dresser. “But I didn’t know if you’d want chocolate or strawberry.”

“Why?”

“Why? We solved the case, Scully. I think a little celebration is in order. Or why the chair? I thought it would look good in your living room. I don’t have the space for one.” He looks her up and down all too briefly. What a gentleman. “Are you busy? I can come back later.”

“I’m not busy,” she says, just to see if he’ll accept it. For two people so passionately devoted to the truth, they lie to each other all the time. Maybe it’s plausible that she frequently sits around her room en déshabillé and he’s just missed it every time.

“Chocolate or strawberry?” He produces two forks. “Although I guess we can share.”

“Mulder, does it look like I want cake right now?”

He does the slow pan up and down her body this time. Heat rushes up her body, a sudden blaze that stokes the furnace in her belly to a roaring flame. She can feel the flush in her cheeks and down her chest.

“I admit, you don’t seemed dressed to dine,” he says at last.

She opens her hand, a gesture that invites him to follow his thoughts to their logical conclusion and leave.

“The cake was a ruse,” he says abruptly, ignoring her hint. “I wanted to check on you. You seemed a little off earlier.”

“Off?” She sits on the edge of the bed.

“Yeah, maybe frustrated or angry.” He drags the standard-issue chair over, sits with his knees almost brushing hers. “I wanted to make sure you were all right. It was a weird case.”

“I told you, I’m fine,” she says.

He stares at her. There’s a long, long moment, during which she thinks about kissing him. She can’t stop looking at his mouth. As if he senses her gaze, he licks his lips. “Okay.”

“Okay what?” she asks, still half-mesmerized.

He taps her knee with one finger. “You said you were fine. Okay. I’ll let you get back to whatever you were doing.” He gets up.

“What?” she says, flummoxed by his sudden pivot. “Mulder, the cake.”

“You can have it,” he says. He tosses the forks on the dresser by the cake. “Eat it in good health. I’ll be back later.”

“Where are you going?” she asks.

He paces back and forth. “I don’t know. It kind of feels like you don’t want me here.”

She opens and closes her mouth. “First of all, I’m in a state of undress.”

“I don’t care about that, Scully.”

“You don’t care?” She stands up. “What if I care?”

He makes a dismissive gesture. “I’ve seen you undressed, you’ve seen me undressed, it doesn’t have to be weird.”

“It doesn’t.” Her voice is flat with disbelief. “It doesn’t have to be weird.”

He shrugs. “Not unless you want it to be weird.”

“Fine.” She’s fed the fuck up. It’s been a long, weird, fairly excruciating day. She drops the towel.

This time Mulder really looks at her. She can feel the way his eyes drag over her skin, stopping to caress each rounded nipple, dipping toward the elastic of her panties.

“Not weird at all,” he says, but his voice is hoarse. He shifts, which makes the bulge of his erection more noticeable. Fuck it, Scully thinks. You don’t get to the moon if you never fire the rockets. She feels drunk. Mulder’s full attention has always been 100 proof.

“I wanted to fuck you in the POANG chair,” she says conversationally.

“Yeah.” He shifts again. “I wanted that too. Maybe that’s why I bought you one.”

“The way it rocks,” she says, and shivers a little, which makes him shiver too.

“I wanted to play house in those little apartments,” he tells her. “You and me, falling asleep watching tv, but in the same place for once. You and me, sharing a bed.”

“Yeah,” she says.

“Is that why you seemed mad?”

She nods. “Also I was hungry.”

“Where else did you want to fuck me?” he asks, stepping closer. His eyes have gone dark green. His pupils are wide.

“Everywhere,” she tells him.

“Wanna start with this bed and see how far we get?” His hands settle on her hips, so lightly, as if he’s afraid she’ll pull away. Instead, she drags his head down, breathes against his lips for a moment, and then kisses him.

The universe implodes. That’s what it feels like, anyway. But even if it were the end of all things, she couldn’t stop herself. He smells like pine and musk and his neck tastes like salt and she’s kissing him everywhere, everywhere. He lifts her and she wraps her legs around his waist and he has one arm around her waist and one hand under her ass and his fingers are stroking the outside of her thigh and she thinks if he’s not inside her in the next minute, she’ll just die.

He laughs and she realizes she said that out loud.

“I think so too,” he says. But he’s still dressed, he’s still wearing all his goddamn clothes, and she tugs at his shirt until he takes the hint and drags it over his head. She lets go and works on the button of his jeans. His jeans and his boxers come off together when they shove at them, and then he’s less dressed than she is. He kicks off his shoes and the tangle of denim and silk and she undoes her bra because she trusts his competence, but also she doesn’t. Need has made them so, so foolish.

“I want to,” he says, and swallows the rest of his sentence, but he hooks his thumbs into her panties and she lies back and lifts her hips. He skims the fabric down her legs. There’s hunger in his eyes. She lets him look, dropping her knees wide. He swallows hard and crawls up the bed to lie next to her.

“I wanted this to last,” he tells her.

“Me too,” she says. “I thought it would be different.” The light in his eyes dims slightly. He starts to turn his face away and she presses her palm to his cheek and turns it back. “Mulder, no. I wouldn’t change anything about this.”

“You sure?”

For answer, she kisses him, throwing her leg over his hip. Maybe it’s not what she expected. But she’s had years of self-denial, and she’s finished with that. There will be opportunities later for endless foreplay (as if every interaction since their handshake in the basement hasn’t been foreplay) and romance and slow indulgence, but she doesn’t have the patience for that. She’s already reaching for him, already wrapping her hand around his hand around his cock so they work together to guide him in. It’s such a relief that she almost cries, even though she aches as she stretches to accommodate him. And then he’s moving in her and it’s the rhythm of the universe, the pulse of existence. They’re not being safe and she doesn’t fucking care. He’s inside her, he’s touching her, he’s kissing her, and she’s wrapped around him like she can fuse their bodies together.

Every texture of him is a revelation: the hot satiny skin of his cock, the sleekness of his belly, the light fur on his chest. She knows them all and yet. And yet. It’s so different now. She feels the slickness of his lips and the rough friction of his tongue in her mouth and on her skin. It’s everything. Finally, she’s filled up, satisfied, satiated, maybe for the first time in her life. She wants more, oh God, she wants more of him. She wants to live under his ribs like that conjoined twin. She wants her bones jumbled with his. She wants him to fill her every way he can think of. She wants to buy a whole new range of sex toys and treat him just right. But for now, this is enough.

“More,” she says, and he pushes her onto her back without sliding out of her. She spreads her legs wider. He pins her, lacing his fingers into hers and stretching their arms over her head. His hips jolt as he shoves into her, harder and deeper, and she arches up to meet him. Every cell of her body feels like it’s filled with sparks of pleasure; she could map her nerves for him if she still had the power of speech. But he understands her incoherent cries. He always understands her.

She’s whimpering under him, helpless in the throes of her pleasure. The tingling starts in her extremities and washes through her, a tide rising higher and higher. She can feel his muscles tensing. His stomach is trembling. He’s holding back, wanting her to come first. One day, she thinks, she’ll indulge him, urge him to think of himself, but not tonight. She squeezes around him, taunting him. He groans and looks at her. She smirks at him and he growls in his throat. Now it’s a challenge: he has to make her come first, not just wish for it. He doesn’t let go of her, but drags their joined hands down her body. He rubs their fingers against her clit, tight circles that have her gasping. And then she’s coming, her body bucking under his, and he makes her ride it out before he’ll let go.

“Please,” she says, and he thrusts into her shivering body and she wraps her legs around him and holds him so tight as he buries his face in her shoulder and yells. He tries to roll off her right away but she won’t let go. She wants his weight, all of it, and after a moment he surrenders and lets her take it.

“We’re definitely going to fuck in that chair,” she whispers in his ear after a while.

He laughs into the curve of her neck. “We’re definitely going to fuck a lot of places.”

She kisses his ear and he turns his face so that his lips meet hers. “Making up for lost time.”

He shakes his head slowly, eyes sparkling. “We haven’t lost anything,” he says. “We’ll make our own time.”

For some reason, her eyes prickle with tears. She kisses him again, threads her hands through his hair. She believes him. Maybe they have a future full of flatpack furniture and charming antiques and lazy mornings in bed. Maybe they can celebrate all their cases like this.

“Let them eat cake,” she says, and he laughs again and holds her close.

[lesbianjackies]

Thoughts on elaborate Period Rituals

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Okay.

so we’ve talked about this in travnation obviously but for those who do not know (literally everyone else) i really want periods to become a significant part of the wilderness cult and the rituals the yellowjackets partake in — specifically in the sense of their periods syncing up: shared blood and shared womanhood.

now. i want to talk about how this pertains to travis.

we’re going to analyze this from the assumption that travis is becoming a woman through her integration into the cult. i will give a full analysis on transfem travis if people are interested but for this we’re just gonna go off that assumption so i can delve deeper into the period aspect of it specifically.

travis has always had this sort of fixation on periods. i noticed this recently — in blood hive she plays it off as disgust but it’s not, really, if you examine the way she talks about it.

her response to nat’s teasing “are you scared of our menses?” remark is anxiety — she replies with a nervous “well i didn’t say that.”

the truth is — or, at least, how i read it is — that she is. but it’s not in the way you might think. she’s not disturbed, or disgusted, or intimidated by the girls’ menstrual cycles. she’s fascinated. she’s intrigued. she’s, in some way, jealous of this bond the other girls have, this connection they have with each other through the blood of their womanhood.

i think she wants in on it.

fast forward to qui, when shauna’s having her baby — who is the first to suggest the ritual to keep her safe? who is the first to spill blood, the first to bleed upon the altar of shauna’s womanhood and say, “we hear the wilderness and it hears us”? travis.

travis is the one who slices a knife across her palm, spilling her own blood as shauna bleeds next to her. i think shauna and travis are very connected in an often overlooked way — and i can talk about this, too, if anyone would like to hear it — and i think it is very apparent in this moment, in the intersection of their coming of ages, of their coming into womanhood.

shauna is giving birth. this is what is culturally and societally seen as the peak of womanhood, the fulfillment of a woman’s true purpose. next to her, travis is willfully shedding the first of her blood, the first step a girl takes into becoming a woman.

i would argue this moment is travis’s metaphorical first period.

now, there’s a subversion of the expectations of a woman going into labor here. shauna loses her baby. she doesn’t give birth to life, but to death. shauna is losing her cultural womanhood in this moment. she’s losing her connections to her life before the wilderness; she’s becoming less of a person dependent on others (on jackie, on jeff, on her baby) and more of a woman who belongs to the wilderness.

travis is going through a similar event. she has lost her father. she believes herself to have lost javi (though really that comes later). her only significant relationships now are nat and lottie — two opposing female forces in her life. she’s already given herself to them (edible complex sex scene — check out this analysis by @the-lonelyshepherd), but now she must fully give herself to womanhood, to the wilderness, to shauna.

that’s what’s going on in that scene.

now, to conclude, i believe this spilling-of-blood-as-travis’s-period thing is going to continue into season three and get more intense as it goes on — or, at least, i would like for it to. i think the spilling of specifically travis’s blood is important to the way these rituals are structured — she gives blood when shauna is giving birth. javi’s blood is hers and he’s the one the wilderness chooses. i think the other girls are going to become aware of this. i think travis’s blood is going to keep getting spilt.

and she’s going to spill it herself.

[kit-williams]

Chaos Tulio: Superbeast

This is a Loyalty swap for Tulio. Not based off of any fan heresies a lot more work goes into those and I'm not willing to build from the ground up an alternate Horus Heresy. However all of the boys (Except Tyberos and other actual 40k characters) will be getting a Loyalty swap. There will also be a "Falling to Chaos" version for the Loyalists and (tentatively) a "Rising to Redemption" for the Traitors.

Also Psychi in this story has descriptions due to the more... graphic nature of this one to lessen any ick someone might feel about a reader insert

Word count: 3542

Tag List @bispecsual @egrets-not-regrets @moodymisty @bleedingichorhearts

@liar-anubiass-blog @thevoidscreams @barn-anon @sculptorofcrimson

Thank you to @squishyowl for the dividers

tw: sex ahoy, dubious consent, will also tag as noncon as well, yandere, Tulio is his own warning

Readers Discretion is Advised

The traitor realm of Ultramar was the largest holding of traitors outside of the eye of terror. Controlled by the fallen Primarch Robute Guilliman; it fell overnight following the charismatic leader that was the primarch of the 13th legion. The realm was a beautiful hell... a hell where they knew exactly how much worth you had in you the moment you were brought into their clutches. For a thing of Chaos... even the Chaos was calculated and planned for... for the Primarch hated surprises.

Tyranids were a surprise that the Lord of Ultramar despised and thus he dedicated several thousand of his sons to dealing with it and the profane rituals to insure that they could protect the realm of Ultramar. Profane rituals blessed these sons of Ultramar as to defeat their seemingly endless xenos foe... they chose to become like their foes. To become the beasts.

Lieutenant Tulio Sydo had secured a large victory for his Primarch, at the cost of thousands of his men, a few warp drives, and his fellow Lieutenant... the Hive Fleet barreling towards Macragge was no more... the splinters of the hive fleet would be hunted down but for now he was told to recuperate... to relax... to partake in revelry... as his worship of the four was far too lopsided according to the chaplain... the youngest deserved his worship.

The room smelt of sweat and sex as concubines bodies moved against mutated flesh. The four armed and eight eyed Lieutenant was watching the depravity... they couldn't be too rough given theses were the modified concubines... surely someone's seed would take. His lounged as his digigrade legs were spread open, his cheek rested on one of his hands, another held a goblet of wine, a third resting near a weapon, and his fourth hand laced through the blonde hair of his once favorite concubine as she took his cock in her mouth. He was fused to his armor in certain locations... his thighs, the tops of his hands and arms, and from the nose up was now twisted with a large singular horn coming from his forehead.

He could smell her... his black tongue lazily swiped over his needle like teeth. His eyes closer to the back of his head could watch her... his Psychoula. Comparing her to the concubines they looked far prettier... healthier... with a glow to their skin. His eyes darted to the symbol of the Prince on his former favorite's tongue just working her best to please him. Psychi feared him... he could see it in the way tears gathered in the corners of her eyes... those plain brown things. How thin her dirty brown hair was but oh what a rich chocolate brown it could be when cleaned. He had the pleasure of seeing her look good once... once again when his favorite was failing to make him feel alive.

Slaanesh wasn't his favorite of the four... Khorne was his main patron and it was hard to drag him back to the center of worship that being so high up in his father's good graces required. So Tulio had to... excessively indulge in Slaanesh to balance out his souls humors. Yet this... neglected looking thing drove him to feel such licentiousness desires. His eyes, the ones that could see her, focused on her as he churned his hips. Hand gripping the hair tighter as he closed those still green eyes of his just picturing those sad looking brown ones looking up at him.

He grew to dislike his erstwhile concubine when she had caught sight of her, of course ignorant of his interest in the feeble little thing, and simply upturned her nose to the poor little thing. But, her mouth was a good replacement until he could get those pale lips to wrap around his own cock one day soon. Oh yes orgy first then rewards for his men as they had all chosen their desired pitiful creature to have as theirs and theirs alone and he could tell they all were watching, or trying to not watch, nervously. He sees her tense as he catches her eyes dart over and notice how he looks at her and what is going on between his legs. Tulio can't help but grin as he lets out a groan letting the whore between his legs drink it up.

"Brother Cyrus." Tulio started as he was being cleaned off. His second also appeared to be boredly watching the festivities but really Tulio knew his eyes were focused on some one armed black haired waif. Such a tiny looking frail thing... Tulio might have been tempted to lust over such a cute looking thing but his Psychi caught his eyes first.

"Yes Lieutenant?" He replied with a bored sigh.

"You want a go at this?" He gestures to the concubine in his lap who looks at him confused. Cyrus looked over clearly uninterested before Tulio purred out, "Might make sure you don't... break your little waif... if you get some of that eager passion out. Whole point of this orgy really... don't need any of my closest men sobbing about breaking their new toy."

They ignored the concubine trying to get an answer to beg for her master's affection and Tulio could have ignored her but he looked down at her boredly, "You were always on loan to me my dear. I just tend to get possessive of my things." He says grabbing her chin and pushing her lips together, "However, I'm about to get a tight new toy..." He says before brother Cyrus grabs her and drags her into a side room.

The wine ran down his throat so smoothly cleaning away the acidic feeling from gorging himself earlier. He looked at the empty goblet holding it to the side and just gently rolling his hand as he watched his timid little Psychoula come over to fill the glass. Her cheeks flushed from the debased acts and the pleasured moans... perhaps glances from the women to entice them to join in and enjoy.

"What do think about this my dear?" He trilled to her watching confusion crawl across her pretty face slowly like a body divided below the waist... refusing to die and dragging it out like intestines across the ground.

He watched her mouth open slightly a few time as her eyes darted around trying hard to look away but knowing that she had to maintain eye contact with him. "I... I... its... it's not exactly... my first choice?" She tried her best not to stutter and if it was anyone else he would be offended at the lack of respect given to him. Tulio knows he'll teach her better manners she's just not use to his divinely gifted aura yet. Few mortals could manage to not be intimidated or struck with fear the first few times meeting him.

"Oh?" He cooed to her moving to him now lounging on his side giving her his attention. The saliva clinging to his cock has dried off and he was eager to replace it with something else. One of his hands began a languid stroke, "What brings you such hesitations Psychoula?" Tulio did his best not to have a predatory grin as he could see the other rewards looking at her with pity and fear as they tried to ignore the mewling and moaning throng in the center of the room.

His eyes dilated for a moment watching her pink little tongue wet her dried and chapped lips. His eyes wandered down to the front of her stolla where the fabric revealed the tattooed symbol of the Ultramarine's on her collarbone like all slaves. "It... it looks rather violent." She just says uncomfortably, he could tell she wanted to beg to be dismissed but she was trapped.

"Oh it is. But," He pauses taking a drink, "they are modified to handle such carnal appetites. Only the prettiest things can become like them..." Tulio leans in watching her start to shake but like a good girl she doesn't move, "I think you're pretty enough to become one." He whispers into her ear pulling back to watch her stiffen with fear. Those tears gathering in the corners of her eyes as she whimpers just biting on her bottom lip resisting the urge to beg for mercy.

Tulio stops playing with himself and sets his goblet down as his clawed hands grab her feeling the barest of resistance as he pulls her into his lap. This lower set of arms pulls on the low quality fabric apart causing her to start crying as everything below her waist was now revealed... he could feel how boney she was. One upper hand retrieved his gobelt... the other upper hand worked on throwing the last bits of her ruined stolla away... one lower arm was groping her ass, his cock twitching with excitement, as his other worked her breasts.

"You're so small zoi mou." He stated as her breasts were small from lack of food... lack of nutrition... oh they wouldn't do. Two of his hands rushed down and grabbed her ass with a smack causing her to yelp as he felt up the slightly boney thing, his cock leaking again with excitement at her being in his grasp and his hands felt up her body. "This won't do at all." He said tutting softly as he grabbed her chin. He loved to watch her cry... it stirred something noble feeling in his chest. She was a soft and frail thing that needed someone to protect her and he was going to be that one to do so.

"You'll fatten up soon enough and have breasts as enviable as any of the other concubines getting ravaged here." He made her look at one of the women face down on the floor with a pleasured look on her face as cum oozed down her thighs while one of the battle brothers was roughly rutting with her. She was too speechless only making whines of pleasure... he could smell the shameful arousal from Psychi... "Fat breasts for me to grope and hold," he whispers in her ear, "fattened hips for me to grab and feel my balls clap against." He turned to have her look at him, "You want to be in that position, dont you?"

He watched her shake her head and just chuckled, "I can smell you." He poked her nose like some amused child and not a being of twisted transhuman dread and the simple dread of the profane gifts he has gotten. He pushes her against his cock and she jerks in his grip.

"Please you're too big my lord please! Mercy!" She finally sobs and Tulio shivers, one of his hands gathering up his cum on some fingers.

"Hmm you're right... how about we change that." He leans her back slightly pouring the far too rich wine into her mouth. She lets out a sputtering noise as his cum covered finger pushed into her. She pushed the goblet away and coughed as the red wine stained her skin and wetting her hair as Tulio worked his finger in and out of her at a fast beat smearing just a light coating of his thick cum into her unprepared sex.

She felt her body relax and react to the way his finger moved in and out of her quickly and filled her with a thickness akin to a cock. Tulio's barbed tail twisted and coiled around itself in its own way to express its master's twisted glee. "Yes," he dulcetly crooned, "be a good girl and relax for me." A clawed hand moved over her stomach... claws gently tapping against those visible lower ribs of hers. Tulio loved the way she cried... the pitiful expression she wore just stroked something in him. Tulio felt that same sentimental twinge itch in the back of his mind... was this what loyalists felt over their charges?

He drags out a gasping moan as his index joins his middle finger. He pulls her dirty hair free of the frazzled braid and watches it spool out over the lounging chair. His eyes all focus on her... drinking in the full picture of her pleasure... his hands dance over her body. He held a memory covetously close to his wicked hearts... having seen her smile. Having seen her express a pure spark of joy even in hell. Her smile made such a frail looking creature like herself look radiant and glowing.

She whimpered under his ministrations as she writhed on the large lounging chair unable to stop squirming. Her eyes screwed shut as she was torturously close... Tulio leaned in as his long thin black tongue glided out of his mouth like some predatory beast and it moved into her... finding her clitoris... she squealed as she orgasamed and she tasted like he was expecting... unhealthily... but he wasn't a fully selfish lover... she'd taste like dark chocolate to him one day... that delightful bitter and salty combination mixed with an essence uniquely her's.

He knows she should have asked if there was anything else he needed... but his answer would have been a yes. His hooves touched the stone floor as he grabbed her by her upper arm and dragged her to another room, her legs seemingly failing her. She caught those pitying looks from the others but they would soon have to worry once the concubines were sent away with cum filled cunts. The sexual frenzy of his brothers would end soon... but he was going to indulge in his reward first.

Pressing her hands against the wall in the second room he rocks his cock against her back as he takes his time letting his eyes meander and wander over her body... again far too thin for his liking... he'd find out what fruits and sweets she'd like and help her indulge... oh he certainly was feeling the high that others got from the Prince of Pleasure. She was surly placed in his path by him to keep Tulio from giving it all to Khorne... just as the Weaver of Fate kept his mind sharp... and the loving Grandfather kept him hearty and hale... he would return to balance with his now continued indulgence of his dear Psychoula.

He tossed the empty metal goblet away as all of his hands moved over her body, two hands grabbing and squeezing her breasts on the edge of being too much for her body he could feel her try to flinch away but she was very much well trained... hardly flinching away at all. "I'll enjoy breaking you in... have you begging for my cock again."

She whimpered choosing to remain silent... Tulio clicked his tongue feeling a bit ignored. The way her eyes widened in horror as his palm talon shot out and punched a hole into the metal wall. How her body trembled against his as Tulio leaned in whispering, "I expect you to answer when I tell you something zoi mou. I'm being oh so very nice," He hissed into the shell of her ear, his hands on her breasts shifting to let his nails dig into her oh so frail flesh... "I could rip your flesh right off your body." That got a sob out of her, "Answer honestly my dear..."

He savored with sick delight as her mouth opened and closed as tears were flowing down her cheeks like rain. "Please just don't make it painful." She managed to squeak out of her without sobbing.

"Awww, zoi mou, is that what you're worried about?" He said grabbing her chin and having her look up at him. Of course, she'd be pain adverse for their first time together... perhaps they would work up to that... or not... Tulio just wanted her to be begging for his cock. To see her smile at him with a coy lustful grin in his bed as she wiggled her ass and bare sex to him just wanting to fill her. "I will do my best to make this a moment you want again." He kissed her temple.

She could feel the pointed head of his cock force its way between her prepared folds... it started out thin but got thicker towards the base. She pressed her forehead against the wall, forced to the tips of her toes as Tulio sunk inch after inch into her. Tulio on the other was clenching his jaw trying his best to not just break her and rip her apart for his first time with her. He had to be gentle...

His eyes snapped open, he didn't realize he closed them all, he licked the inside of his mouth as he adjusted his hips and began the slow thrust in and out of her divine sex. It's how he didn't burn himself out... he savored each time he had sex keeping them far enough apart that it made it feel so wonderful and new... he probably would be indulging so much more often if this is what was waiting for him.

Psychi whimpered as he picked her up, hands still on her breasts on the edge of being so painful. The way he wrapped his arms around her... she could feel him starting to squeeze... more and more. Her moans became less and less sure as the distraction of the sex was waning and the impending dread returned.

Tulio tilted her back and started to squeeze causing her to thrash around him, her walls fluttering around his cock causing him to groan as those tears rolled down her cheeks, "Lord Sydo! Lord Sydo please!" She screamed fearfully as she has seen what an Astartes can do to normal human flesh...

"Tulio." He hissed, "Call me Tulio... moan that out for me!"

"Tulio! Tulio!" She screams trying to moan but she just sobs as she can feel the pressure against her body... she was going to die.

"You say my name so sonorously how I am compelled to listen." He trills to her before tossing her naked body onto the bed in the room . He watches her try to recover but he is upon her swiftly and he plunged his cock back deep into her as once again she feels it dance on the edge of painful but Psychi can't help but moan slightly.

Tulio has been a kind lover... as he is certain she has orgasmed at least 4 times since he started giving her attention. The soft whimpers as his cock gently grinds against her cervix... perhaps he lied a little promising that this time wouldn't hurt... it would hurt a bit... one of his upper arms traps her in a headlock, he watches those eyes look at him with fear.

He promises zoi mou! Just let him breed you right now! You will come to love this! He thinks deliriously as his body suddenly floods with the right cocktail of chemicals and neurons firing. The tip of his cock pushes against the very back of her being... Psychi feels something move inside of her before she feel the pressure and she starts to just scream as it hurts. She claws at those ceremite ridges on his arm holding her, she's thrashing as she feels something move inside of her as Tulio's profane biology goes to work flooding his system with hormones as he lets out a soft groan as he finally releases inside of her.

I can't breathe! Is Psychi's last thought as it's too much for her... the racing of her heart... the painful pressure... his arm around her. She cannot hear the bellowed order from Tulio then the screaming from the "gift" mortals. No she gets no closure... as it all... fade... to ... black.

For the first time in her miserable short life... everything feels quiet... everything feels safe. She can feel sleep languidly pulling away from her but whatever she is on is soft. A gentle clean breeze kisses her cheeks and she can feel a gentle warmth on her skin that feels so comforting like a babe's blanket. She does her best to ignore the gentle light that dances across her eyelids occasionally.

She lets out a contented sigh and feels like all of that hardship... it was all a dream and she was finally dead. Something rustles behind her and a warm voice... strong... assured of itself... but it whispers to her, "Welcome Home." The voice says before gentle kisses are pressed against the back of her neck coaxing her back into the deep slumber. Home... what a funny word to here but if this was home... then she never wanted to leave.

Tulio Sydo Lieutenant of the Tyrannic division of the Traitor Primarch Robute Guilliman's Ultramarine legion... sighed contently watching his new wife, consort, concubine, possession. Return to her sleep as they were back in the Ultramar system and he was back home. He once more pressed kisses to the back of her neck as he thought how she would be modified soon... for now he would just enjoy finally having his zoi mou all to himself. His tail lazily swayed behind him as he closed those grass green eyes of his and trilled contently.

[i-did-not-mean-to]

Silm September 2024

September is a busy month for me, and I'll be on holiday...

BUT, for what it's worth, I'll try to get a few of these in!

Fire - Silvergifting - Drabble

I want you cause we’re both insane - Finrod x Maglor - 115

Chains - Maedhros x Sauron - Drabble

Open me up - Finarfin x Eärwen - Drabble

Power Dynamics - Haleth x Caranthir - 105

Now come and fuck me, baby - Melkor x Mairon - Drabble

Stars - Varda x Nienna - Double Drabble

The innocence is gone - Melian x Thingol - Drabble

Butt plugs - Erestor x Glorfindel - Drabble

In the most biblical sense, I am beyond repentance - Maedhros x Fingon - Double Drabble

Mutual Masturbation - Aredhel x Celegorm - Drabble

I want your leather studded kiss - Oromë x Celegorm - Drabble

Scars - Nerdanel & Anairë & Eärwen - Drabble

I drink the honey inside your hive - Aulë x Yavanna - Double Drabble

Outdoor sex - Nerdanel x Anairë - Triple Drabble

And I don't care what you say, I want to go too far - Finrod x Turgon - Drabble

Hidden Identity - Maglor x Daeron - Drabble

I try to talk refined for fear that you might find out how I’m imagining you - Fëanor x Nerdanel - Double Drabble

Seed - Curufin x fem!OC - Drabble

Darling, you're so pretty it hurts. - Finrod x Celegorm - Double Drabble

Ritual Sex - Galadriel x Celeborn - Drabble

Canine teeth in the side of my neck - Thranduil x Finrod - Drabble

Feathers - Gothmog x Eönwë - Drabble

And I run for miles just to get a taste - Aredhel x Thuringwethil - Drabble

Worship - Fëanor x Fingolfin - Double Drabble

[lucyghoul]

i need more of your natlottietravis thoughts pleassseeeee youre the only one who cares as much as i do. like can you talk about the stag thing and how lottie is so otherwordly and spiritual that she calms travis down once and he cant have sex with his gf without vividly seeing lottie instead. like.

YEAH LET'S TALK ABOUT THE STAG! and travis's virginity of course.

the stag always makes me think of artemis transforming actaeon into a stag and him being torn apart by his hounds. the basis of the story is there: huntress queen, rabid girls. but the power dynamic is swapped. travis did not spy on them and betray their chastity. he betrayed his OWN chastity. of course he didn't really- jackie took advantage of him while she was sober and coerced him into sex. but lottie (LOTTIE) takes it upon herself to be the priestess of travis's virginity. ("you took something that doesn't belong to you. this has nothing to do with [nat]. you don't matter anymore. it's in all of us. even him even you.") the wilderness wanted travis's virginity offered up in some way and jackie took it first. so lottie punishes her for it, and tries to reclaim some part of travis for the wilderness. all of the girls participate in first sexually consuming travis (mari biting him and drawing blood, lottie tearing his clothes off with her teeth). and then when he escapes they try to literally consume him.

so unlike actaeon, travis's transformation into the stag isn't a punishment or a reversal of power dynamics. instead it reaffirms them. travis is being shown that he is the weakest member of the group. he is prey to them! he's been rejecting their girlhood all season by staying away from them and mocking them during blood hive, only talking to ben and javi, attempting to be vulnerable with nat only. he's positioned himself outside (we all have our roles) so by doomcoming, his role is that of the sacrificial virgin. and when jackie takes the virgin part, all that's left is the sacrifice.

but nat saves him!! nat who rejects the wilderness's claim on ANY of them. but lottie won't let him go so easily (the wilderness won't. it came back for him 25 years later, didn't it?). so in season two, we see travis joining in with the girls' rituals, even as ben and javi stay away, we see him accepting that they all must have their roles (including him). he accepts lottie as an arbiter of his sexuality, first with the panic attack boner (important!!!) and then with threeway astral projection sex in edible complex. (and later the priestess of his death! panic attack minus sexuality equals failed sacrifice.) and with that he gains power in the group and a security. he and van become lieutenants and he pulls down the skull to start the ritual that saves shauna. he spills his blood. he saves nat from being pulled under by the moose. he is spared when he pulls his card. he tells javi to go.

but now that he's gone against the group again in saving natalie, how will his position change? is he going to reject them again? will lottie protect him? will he let her?

[chucklenutss]

LIST OF BANDS/MUSIC ARTISTS THAT I LIKE IN ALPHABETICAL ORDER (because I have nothing else to do) (i probably missed some out)

A

- A Perfect Circle

- Adrianna Lenker

- Alex G/Alex G Offline

- Alice in Chains

- alt-J

- Amy Winehouse

- Aphex Twin

- Arctic Monkeys

- Avril Lavigne

B

- Babes in Toyland

- Basement

- bauhaus

- Beabadoobee

- Beach House

- Beastie Boys

- Beck

- Bedroom

- Bikini Kill

- Birth day

- Black country, New road

- Black Kids

- Black Lips

- Blur

- Blondie

- Blvck Hippie

- Butthole Surfers

- bôa

- Bratmobile

C

- Cage The Elephant

- CAKE

- Calpurina

- Car Seat Headrest

- Cardiacs

- Carson Clay

- Chapell Roan

- Charli xcx

- Cherry Glazerr

- Childish Gambino

- Chris Isaak

- Cigarettes after sex

- Clairo

- Cocteau Twins

- Current Joys

D

- Dandelion Hands

- Daniel Johnston

- Daron Malakian and Scars on Broadway

- Dayglow

- Dazey and the Scouts

- Dead Calm

- Deftones

- Destroy Boys

- Djo

- Dominic Fike

- Dream, Ivory

- Dreamer Isioma

- Duster

E

- Edward Sharpe & the Magnetic Zeros

- Elastica

- Elliot Fullam

- Elliot Smith

- Emezie

- Evanescence

- Everclear

- Eyedress

F

- Faye Webster

- Fiona Apple

- Flatsound

- Floor 14

- flyingfish

- Fontaines D.C.

- Foo Fighters

- Foster The People

- Frank Sinatra

- Franz Ferdinand

- Fugazi

G

- girl in red

- Girls Rituals

- Glass Animals

- Gorillaz

- Greenday

- Greta Van Fleet

- GRLwood

- GROUPLOVE

- Guided By Voices

H

- Hatsune Miku

- Have a Nice Life

- Heavenly

- Her’s

- Hole

- Hot Flash Heat Wave

- Hozier

I

- I am the Unicorn Head

- I DONT KNOW HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME

- IC3PEAK

- Ice Cube

- Insane Clown Posse

- Instupendo

- Isaacwhy

J

- Jack Stauber

- Jamiroquai

- JAWNY

- Jeff Buckley

- Joan Jett & the Blackhearts

- Joey Valence & Brae

- Joji

- Joost

- Jordana

- Joy Division

K

- Kali Uchis

- Kasabian

- Kate Bush

- Kero Kero Bonito

- Kikuo

- Kimya Dawson

- King Krule

- Kittie

- Korn

L

- Lady Gaga

- Lamp

- Lash

- late night drive home

- Laufey

- LCD Soundsystem

- LE SSERAFIM

- Le Tigre

- Limp Bizkit

- Linkin Park

- Lorde

M

- Mabel Ye

- Mac DeMarco

- Mac Miller

- Mafumafu

- Mag.Lo

- Make His Ribs Show

- MARINA

- Mars Argo

- Masayoshi

- Takanaka

- Matt Maltese

- McCafferty

- Memo Boy

- Men I Trust

- Metallica

- MF DOOM

- MGMT

- Michael Cera

- mid

- Mike Krol

- Mitski

- Modern Baseball

- Molchat Dolma

- Mommy Long Legs

- Mother Mother

- Muse

- my bloody valentine

N

- Neutral Milk Hotel

- NewJeans

- Niko B

- Nine Inch Nails

- Nirvana

- No Doubt

O

- Oasis

- of Montreal

- OK Go

- Orville Peck

- Outkast

P

- Panchiko

- Pantera

- Paramore

- Pavement

- Pearl Jam

- Penelope Scott

- Perfect Confusion

- Phoebe Bridgers

- Phosphenes

- Pinegrove

- Pink Floyd

- PinkPantheress

- Pity Party (Girls Club)

- Pixies

- pizzagirl

Q

- Queens of the Stone Age

R

- R.I.P/Vewn

- Radiohead

- Rage Against the Machine

- Ramones

- Rare Americans

- Red Hot Chili Peppers

- Red Velvet

- Remi Wolf

- Rex Orange County

- Rio Romeo

- Roar

S

- SALES

- salvia path

- SE SO NEON

- Serj Tankian

- Sex Bob-Omb

- Sex Pistols

- Sign Crushes Motorist

- Siouxsie and the Banshees

- Sir Chloe

- Slayer

- Sleater-Kinney

- Slipknot

- Slowdive

- Slutever

- Smash Mouth

- Snot

- Sonic Youth

- Soundgarden

- SONDER (my band!!)

- sputn1k

- Stereophonics

- Steve Lacy

- Stevie Dinner

- Strawberry Guy

- Sublime

- Suki Waterhouse

- Syd Matters

- System of a Down

T

- Tacocat

- Take Care

- Tame Impala

- TEMPOREX

- The Backseat Lovers

- The Big Moon

- The Black Keys

- The Breeders

- The Cardigans

- The Cranberries

- The Cure

- The Fratellis

- The Frights

- The Front Bottoms

- The Garden

- The Hives

- The Julie Ruin

- The La’s

- The Libertines

- The Moldy Peaches

- The Offspring

- The Oozes

- The Smashing Pumpkins

- The Smiths

- The Strokes

- The Velvet Underground

- The White Stripes

- The Rolling Stones

- Thundercat

- Title Fight

- Toby Fox

- Tom Cardy

- TOOL

- TV Girl

- TWICE

- Twin Peaks

- Two Door Cinema Club

- Tyler, The Creator

- Type O Negative

V

- Vacations

- Vampire Weekend

- Violent Femmes

- Vundabar

W

- Wallows

- Weezer

- Wolf Alice

- Worry Club

- Worthikids

X

- X-Ray Spex

Y

- YELLOW MAGIC ORCHESTRA

- Yot Club

- Your Favourite Martian

not much down here…

[sapphire-weapon]

for full transparency, this is what my final bingo card for the main game turned out to be:

I don't have a 100% track record but I DID get bingo. since it's kinda hard to read with the X's, this is what I accurately predicted:

Chicago Typewriter

Boat eventually gives you free roam in the village

You can save a different dog later (there was a dead dog in one of the trailers and people thought it was The Dog)

Plaga growth affects gameplay

Luis death fake-out (even if he still dies for real later)

Del Lago eats you if you shoot the lake

MECHA SALAZAR

Novistador hive removed or reworked

The Evil Within reference

Krauser makes an appearance prior to the island (his intro doesn't count)

All sex propositions removed from the ending

Regenerators have extra gimmick

Salazar's ritual actually happens on screen

Mike face reveal

and this was just from trailers and my own general knowledge of game design and OG RE4. I didn't even get to have months and months of story analysis of a base game to work off of. a lot of this was shooting from the hip.

still mad about not being able to check off the "it's terrorism" one though.

do you realize how fucking ballsy it was of me to put Mecha Salazar as my free space lmao maybe I should put Wesker Boss Fight as my free space for SW

just go fucking crazy

[ao3feed-jaydick]

Bee Sting

read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/55500346 by sarriathmg Jason attended his first and last nuptial party a week after he presented as a Queen. Despite filling his womb with the seed of all the alphas from the party, there was one drone he really wanted, but could not have. After Jason died, he came back with his womb empty and his hopes dead. No more holding back now. It was time to take what he truly desired. Or: In a bee-inspired omegaverse, wronged Queen (omega) Jason embarks on a revenge plot to take over Gotham as the new hive Queen. For Omega Jason Todd Week Day 6: Free Day Words: 5474, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 30 of Dickjay Week/Omega Jason Week 2024, Part 163 of DC one-shots, Part 7 of Let There be Eggs Fandoms: Batman (Comics), Red Hood: Lost Days Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Underage Categories: F/M, M/M, Multi Characters: Jason Todd, Talia al Ghul, Dick Grayson, Egon (DCU) Relationships: Dick Grayson/Jason Todd, Jason Todd/Other(s), Egon/Jason Todd, Talia al Ghul/Jason Todd Additional Tags: Bee-Inspired Omegaverse, Non-Traditional Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Omega Jason Todd, Bottoming from the Top, Power Bottom Jason Todd, Drugged Sex, omegas rule society, Egg Laying, Intersex Omegas, Mating Rituals, Animal Traits, Pseudo-Incest, Jason Todd Has Stingers, which are basically, Vagina Dentata, Jason Todd Has Vagina Dentata, Oviposition, Alpha Dick Grayson, Omega Bruce Wayne, Alpha Talia al Ghul, Revenge, Genital Mutilation, Minor Character Death, Porn with Feelings, Mpreg, Eggpreg, Worldbuilding, Aphrodisiacs, Fear Play, Canon Divergence - Under the Red Hood Arc, Lost Days-Era Jason Todd, Public Sex read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/55500346

[happyman42]

Biohazard (A Serious Nonsense Poem) (9/12/22)

I.

Barely clothed lady 

Held by a fuzzy monster

Trudging together 

Across an endless ocean,

Sucking dry her glamour

From the depths of Saturn's legion.

The distant moon 

Shines an artificial hue

Attached to a string and a rainbow

Held by an underpaid worker 

High on booze,

Peeing all over the camera crew

On a diet of cocaine snow.

Bombs deploy from a miniature zeppelin

Sealing the fate 

Of the monster's unholy love

Born of cheap effects and ritual sin

In a last kiss 

Infected with drugs.

The set demolished 

To make way 

For a hive mind fungus

Enslaving gullible actors into mindless sex

Under the guise 

Of a lead role

All while spreading their cancer

To infect the rest.

II. 

Stoners reincarnated as moocher cats

Patrol grimey streets 

In search of smuggled catnip

Scattered around Los Angeles

Littered 

In lines of the desperate

Killing each of their 9 lives 

Just for a fix.

Children scribble crayon crustaceans 

Upon sidewalk canvases

Decorated in flattened roadkill

Who protest

Against art's endless droves of shills.

An old bearded hobo

Meditates atop a shopping cart,

All doped up 

And seeing stars

He smokes a cigar 

Between two fingers on fire;

Too high off desire

To even care.

The homeless lie crucified 

Upon streetlights,

Left to die huffing pollution

With bonzai fireworks 

Pointed at their heads

As all the citizens look away

From the spotlit damnation.

Children mourn the corpses

From their drug stained ghetto mattresses,

Pleading for release

From the rhythmic gods' judgement

But the siren wails 

Drown away their cries

Dissipating dormant 

Into smog clogged skies.

[this-nightmare-doesnt-exist-yet]

they sleep [table lamp flicks off then footage cuts to morning where the main character wakes up and starts his day]

they drink water [main character getting a glass of water interspliced with footage of many desert animals drinking from a watering hole]

they eat [he takes a bite of his breakfast, interspliced with footage of a fish biting a worm from a hook and fruit flies on an apple slice]

they go through intricate routines to stay clean [he brushes his teeth, interspliced with footage of birds preening and a cat licking it's legs]

some have compound eyes [scanning the mansion security camera footage for the night, interspliced with shots of a praying mantis eye and bee hives]

they procreate [main character having sex with his wife just off screen interspliced with fish spawning and swarms of mayflies]

And eventually they die [shots of vatious animal death before cutting back to the main character living out his day completely oblivious to what's comming next.]

As with any environment there is a balance to be maintained. When sent out of this equilibrium there is disaster. [shots of wars and murders and forest fires]

They just want to live and who can blame them. It's not like they have many other options aside from death.

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

I was thinking about a reverse version of They Live where instead of the rich being aliens what if it was a portion of the homeless population was a species of mimics. Where when the economy tanked they started running out of the better food provided by technological advancement in production.

So they started going back to their old ways of eating people, breaking the ancient agreement of silently coexisting.

the whole movie however is from the perspective of a spoiled billionaire having to argue with a group of these entities for reason as to why he is any different to any of the other people that have been eaten or any animal for that matter. The horror of the scenario spawning from the fact that he has no real argument that goes in his favor. He has spent years thinking of himself as being nearly a god but now has to face the consequences of his unwise actions and his own mortality in a way that had never even once previously come to his mind.

Sure he can pay them off with the foods that they want but at some point he'll try wiggling out of it or the impossible will happen that he looses all of his money or production is unsustainable given the economic collapse. Maybe enough of the working class has been eaten that there is nobody to make the products.

point is that there is no way to get out of the confrontation.

But maybe the reason he was chosen is that the entities respect genuine humility and those who know their place.

And in some sense these entities could be the closest things to gods that humans could ever encounter. Their life spans are so long compared to the average human's that they might as well be immortal. and back before the better food discovery they were worshiped and fed on a schedual in what we later looked back on as ritual sacrifice. But even they aren't at the top of the chain, they have just as much figured out an agreement with their hunters as the humans had previously before then. They are barely above us in the cosmic food chain. it is foolish to think that we could be anything beyond animals. Even the greatest lions eventually get nerfed.

So once again, how do you explain your need for survival and natural draw towards hedonism as being above the rest?

This is one of those movie concepts that would often get misinterpreted and lead to a whole lot of arguments between people with differing philosophies. It's not even about the main point, it's just that how the story would get there would go against certain ideas of the world and human nature.

I'm not even saying that my philosophy is flawless, it's just a thought experiment. I welcome healthy criticism.

There is no doubt that this is a thematic product of our time much like any other horror story concept.

[irisposts]

Eddie “the freak” Munson 18+

series masterlist

Pairing: Eddie Munson x (female reader)

Summary: You see Eddie at a party and rekindle your relationship. All while, breaking your own with Patrick Mckinney.

Warnings: Smut, cheating, bullying, rough-sex, choking, established relationship, plot before smut,

A/N: this is a little before the events of s4. enjoy! Please let me know in the COMMENTS AND REBLOGS and feel free to request things <3

You never really enjoyed the parties here in Hawkins, Indiana. The kids were vain, egotistical, untruthful people. But somehow, those same crowd of kids swallowed you into their circle. And in some way, you were like them. But at least you were nice about it.

“Here,” You’re boyfriend, Patrick, passes a beer into your hand. Colt 45. You scrunch your nose and bite back a nasty remark. You hated this beer and you had made it known, several parties ago. Patrick notices, and bends down to your level. “You okay?”

Patrick was actually one of the few nice guys on the basketball team. Lucas Sinclair, would be at the top of your list. But, Patrick was actually sweet…when he wanted too. The big thing you disliked about Patrick was his need to impress Jason. Which you found weird because, you were 99.5 percent sure, Jason was a closeted-racist.

But Patrick, felt like he owed a debt to Jason’s behalf. So after a few months into you dating, he’d blow you off to hangout with Jason and the boys. It’s put a heavy strain on your relationship. A strain, Patrick hasn’t even acknowledged.

“Fine.” You bite. “Just fine.”

You peel the tab back and bring the can to your lip. You fight back making a disgusted expression as the malt liquor hits the back of your throat. When you pull away, you shine a smile. Trying you’re best not to gag. “—It’s really good.”

Patrick gives you a smile back.

You frown when he turns his head over to Jason. Stupid. Fucking. Jason.

“Next time you see us,” Jason’s stands atop a table. His words are loud as everyone’s goes silent when he speaks. You hated his effect on people. It’s as if they all worked as a hive mind on his behalf. “—We’ll be at the championship baby!” As if he were an idol, everyone in the room cheers and whoops. You only stand and put down that atrocious can, they call beer.

As you look into the floor, you’re eyes fall onto a familiar messy top of curls in the crowd. You can’t help but recognize that hair anywhere.

Jason must notice also as he shushes the crowd. “If it isn’t the freak!”

You watch as the crowd creates a riff to, Eddie Munson. Their eyes bore into his skull. You roll your eyes, knowing half of the people in this room have bought drugs off him.

Your eyes scan his body. The infamous hellfire shirt as his top and black baggy jeans with the chains cover his bottom half.

Eddie’s unfazed, maybe even a little cocky—by the attentions he’s garnered. “ If it isn’t the asshole who throws balls into laundry baskets.” Eddie walks through the make shift path.

“Get the fuck outta my party Munson.” Jason spits out.

You watch as your boyfriend and the rest of Jason’s goons puff up their chests. As if they were going to do something. You can’t help but cringe.

“I’m not here for your stupid party.”

Jason chuckles a cynical laugh. “What? You here to perform a satanic ritual on us? With your little Hellfire club?” As Jason laughs, so do the teens around you, and Patrick.

You swat at his arm. “Say something.”

Patrick laughs and covers his mouth with two hands. “Fuck Hellfire!”

Your heart sinks as the crowd laughs and begins to chant “Fuck Hellfire!” Over and over again. This is clearly not what you meant.

You can only look at him in disgust. “You are such an asshole.” You step away from him, not bothering to look at the expression on his face. You push through people, even past Chrissy. She gives you a small frown. She wasn’t fond of this either.

You find yourself on the opposite side of the ordeal. Watching.

To your surprise. Eddie still stands in the middle of it all. He places a hand around his ear and beckons the crowd to get louder. You giggle at how funny this guy was.

“I’m here—” Eddie tries to speak.

“Fuck Hellfire!”

“I’m here for—” He tries again but everyone only chants louder.

Jason lowers his arms, just enough to give people the signal to be quiet. “Alright, Alright, let the freak speak.”

Eddie grins, and walks right up to Andy. “I’m here for you.” He lays his palm flat.

You watch as Jason throws a confused look towards Andy’s direction. Andy gives him an apprehensive shrug and looks back to Eddie.

“Dude I thought I told you after 11?” Andy says in a strangled whisper. Andy fishes into his jacket pocket and slaps two fifties into Eddie’s hand who greedily puts it into his pants pocket.

“It’s 11:30—” Eddie slaps a bag, of what you assume is weed onto Andy’s chest. “Great doin business.”

Eddie turns on his heels towards the crowd. Raising both of his middle fingers up. “WHOOO! FUCK HELL FIRE!” Mocking everyone, mere seconds ago. He brings them down and smiles at how quiet and stunned the room is.

Then he pushes his way through, towards the front door.

The silence is defining until Jason gets the nerve to speak again. “T-Turn the music back up.” Slightly rattled by how unbothered Eddie was.

The speakers thump around you and you find your feet following their way to Munson. Patrick watches from squished bodies as you do so.

When you reach outside, you can see Eddie walking over to his van.

“Hey, Eddie!” You shout.

He turns around, his face lights up. “Y/n?”

You jog over to him, stopping in a crouched position to catch your breath. “Hey.” You swing your head back and lazily walk over to him. Tossing your arms around his frame and pulling him into a hug.

“Haven’t seen you in a while.” Eddie pats your back. Then pulls away at arms length to get a good look of your face. “Still, pretty as ever.”

You blush and swat an arm away. “Oh stop.”

He smiles at you.

You and Eddie had a history. You were friends, sure. But it was slightly deeper than that. Friends with benefits, people classify it now.

You almost forget what you were gonna say. You motion back towards the house. “Y-You should stay. They have the good stuff this time.” You lie and your cheeks flush.

Eddie waves his hand. “Nah, the welcome wagon wasn’t very…welcoming.” Eddie looks over to the house, full of rowdy teens. Then to you, “You should go have fun though, i’ll catch up another time.”

He begins to back away. “Eddie,” You swallow, thick. “C-Can I go home with you?”

Eddie blinks, baffled you’d even want to spend time with him. “Uh—Yeah.” He runs a hand through his hair. “Yeah, t-that’d be great.” He smiles shyly and motions towards his van.

You laugh as you follow. Wherever you found this newfound courage, you hope it stays the rest of the night.

In the distance, Patrick and Jason rush out the front door. Their eyes on you as as they watch Eddie close the door on your side.

“That prick.”

“Is your uncle home?” You suddenly feel shy as you reach Eddie’s front door.

Eddie plugs in the key and twist. “Nah, he does night shifts now.”

The door fly open and you sigh in relief at how warm his trailer is compared to the cool outside. You step inside, Eddie closing the door shut behind you.

Your eyes travel around the tiny home. “Not much had changed.”

Eddie goes to his bedroom and you follow. “Well, you know— me and my uncle aren’t much of interior designers.” He jokes. You laugh as Eddie plops down on his bed. He looks over to you and then the mess on his floor. “I would’ve cleaned had I known…”

You giggle and plop beside him. “Like I said, nothings changed.”

Eddie turns to you. “You’ve changed.” He says it so easily off the tongue and you can’t help but feel the undertones of his words. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it like that y/n.”

“No, No.” You shake your head in acknowledgment. “I have.” You give a small smile. “How is everyone, Mike, Dustin…”

You speak to Lucas on occasions because of his and Patrick’s shared past time. From what you know, Lucas has been kind of distancing himself from the club and the boys. It broke your heart a little, making you worry about Mike and Dustin. But you had done the same exact thing.

“Those little sheeps are fine—annoying as hell but fine.” Eddie tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. “…How are you? You’re like one of the popular kids now?” Eddie acts like he’s shaking pom poms into the air and flicks his hair in a sassy fashion. Making you laugh into your hand.

“I am not popular.” You say and try to compose yourself.

“Pft—You and Chrissy are like the golden girls at Hawkins high!”

You laugh harder this time. “Wow, Munson. I didn’t take you as a sitcom guy.”

Eddie finds himself smiling at you, with so much warmth and intensity. “I’m full of surprises.”

You finally come down your high of laughter and take a good look of your friend. Could you even consider yourselves friends anymore? You both haven’t spoken to one another in months. It was as if you were avoiding one another, when that wasn’t the case. Or at least it wasn’t intentionally on you’re part.

“I really missed you Eddie.” You blurt out.

You watch as he sighs. “Yeah me too…” Eddie chews on the inside of his lip. “…What happened to us?”

You frown at this. “I-I don’t know…” You look around to his posters, to his guitar, you’re heart sinks at the box of condoms on his night stand. “I think, life just happened? Maybe? God, I don’t know—maybe I’ve gotten to caught up with Patrick and his life. Instead of my own, y’know?”

“Yeah.”

Eddie looks over to the handcuffs hanging from his wall. He swallows when memories of you crying, screaming out his name come back to him. Details of your fingers curled around the cuffs begging for him to set you free so you could touch him. The way your back arched as he sunk into you from behind.

“Eddie?” You say again.

He clear his throat and looks over to you. “Huh.”

“We’re you…” You’re eyes wander to the cuffs. Then back down to Eddie.

His soft eyes grow wide. “No I—wasn’t” He fumbles on his words “—shit.” He just stops in defeat.

You smile softly. “It’s fine.” You start. “I think about it too. A lot.” You add.

Deep down in the pit of your stomach. You know this was wrong. Coming to a friends house, where you would both pleasure each other only months ago. While dating one of the most popular guys in Hawkins, it was cheating. This was definitely a form of cheating and you felt like shit for it. But honestly, the bigger part of you didn’t care. I guess that’s where you and Jason’s crowd of people could relate, you all were terrible people.

“Aren’t you and Mckinney like….” Eddie says lowly.

You shrug. “Yeah, but it’s not the same.”

Eddie would be lying if he said he wasn’t a bit turned on by your new demeanor. Last time you two spoke, you were sweet, innocent. He was the little devil on shoulders, the one who took your virginity. The bad guy if you will. “Have you guys like y’know….”

“Had sex?” You say so nonochantly, it almost scares Eddie on how out of touched you seem about it.

“Mmhm.”

You nod your head. “Yeah me and Patrick have sex.” You watch Eddie’s face. You can’t tell if it’s jealousy, curisotly, or a hint of lust that appears. “He’s not really…good.” You whisper.

Eddie raises his eyebrows with a snarky smirk. Slightly, cocky by the idea of being your best.

You slap your face.” I mean he’s good—but he’s not into the stuff we were into. He’s very soft and gentle. It’s too vanilla? I don’t know.” You blush at a thought. “Sometimes I just wanna fuck.”

Eddie blinks and you giggle out of embarrassment. “I sound like a slut don’t I?”

Eddie shakes his head. “No, I think your just a woman who knows what she wants.”

You smile when he puts it that way.

“Have you…” You swallow. Hating the idea of Eddie having sex with another girl. “Have you been with anyone since?”

Eddie thinks for a second, slightly embarrassed by his confession. “Two?” He breathes. “Yeah, two. Grace and Jackie.”

Your heart sinks and you try your best to keep a stoic deposition. Slightly annoyed because you had these girls in your classes. Though, you couldn’t help but the find the idea of Eddie in a threesome, fun.

“But,” Eddie plays with his silver rings. “…It was pretty bad. One tried to bite my dick off and the other sounded like Tammy Thompson when she moaned. I couldn’t even get hard.”

You break out into a laugh at that. He grins at this.

“ So, we just smoked some pot and forgot it ever happened.”

You chuckles at this, slightly relived it didn’t go to far.

Eddie’s laugh dies down. His finger traces a soft circle on your hand. “…They weren’t like you.”

You feel stupid when your heart flutters at this.

Eddie stares at you for a second, his eyes fluttering. He catches himself, flushed. “I need to go to the bathroom—” He quickly sits up. But your arm is already holding him.

His chest rises, his heartbeat loud in his ears. You feel the same in your body. “Stay.” You slowly sit up and sink down to his floor. Eddie watches you intensely as you plant yourself right between his knees.

“Are you sure?” His breathing becomes jagged and rough. “What about Mckinney?” He gulps when your eyes catch his wild ones.

“I’m sure.”

Your hand palms at his noticeable buldge. “Fuck.” Eddie curses up to his ceiling. The column of his throat tight, as he tries to control himself. You smirk, knowing you still have this affect on him. Your fingers quickly undo his belt buckle. You pull his pants down enough to where he helps you along the way. Flingy his jeans hastily off to a corner. You can’t help but laugh at this.

You rub your hand along his crotch. He flinches under your touch. It’s so familiar, unlike the other girls he had in his room. You slightly massage and bring your lips to the fabric. You kiss up, eye looking to his face as you do so.

Eddie trembles under your touch. His hand shakes it’s way to the back of your head. His fingers slightly gripping at the follicles.

You then curve a finger around the elastic. Pulling firm, his cock springs out and your mouth waters. You missed this, and so did the space between your legs. His dick was long, and just the right amount of thickness. Small hairs cover the base, as if he had shaven for this occasion. You wrap a hand around him.

“—Shit.” Eddie clenches the edge of his bed with his other hand.

You chuckle and bring your hand up to the tip. You watch as pre-cum drops from the top. You smooth your thump along it. Feeling, Eddie tremble under you. He watches from above as you bring him between your lip. He practically melts with your lips around him.

“y/n—mm.” He chokes back his words as you swallow him down. He unscrews his eyes, watching as you bob your head along his length. His finger now tug at your roots. His hand pushing your head with enough pressure to make you gag.

“Oh fuck—” He licks his lips, head back. Hair falling. “—Just like that baby. Shit.” His moans send chills down your spine. They grow louder and breathless.

You pull away, coughing. A string of salvia connect you and him. Eddie breaks it, when his thumb swipes across your bottom lip. The other at your wet eyes.

“You’re so perfect.” He still attempts to catch his breath.

Your chest thumps with anticipation. “Says you.” You peels off your top and climb atop of him, making lay back. You both smile at one another. You bump your nose along his. His arms snake their way along your back.

You tucks a strand of hair behind your ear and bring your lips to his. You gasp, feeling his erection press agasint your clothed core. His hands find their way into your hair. Pulling you closer, tugging at your roots. His tounge swipes at your bottom lip. You roll your hips into him, making him groan into you. You laugh and bite at his lip. Licking him and kissing with more fever and haste.

His hand pulls you’re head, snapping you back. “Ah.” You gasp feeling his teeth graze the skin on your neck. You screw your eyes close as he nips and sucks on your flesh. “Mmh—ha.” You reach behind you to unclaps your bra. The straps fall of your shoulders. You break away to discard it.

Eddie eyes fall onto your chest. His eyes lids lowered in arousal, “Fuckin hell.” His hand cups a tit while the other flicks and pinches your nipple between his finger.

You gasp at the friction separating you two. Eddie sits up to where his mouth can latch onto your nub. He looks up to you, as he sucks tightly. Your fingers push back his bangs to get a better look of his eyes. So big, and sweet. “Eddie,” You mwel. He lets you go with a pop.

“You’re so,” A kiss. “Fucking.” Another. “Beautiful.”

You blush at the compliment.

He begins to decorate your chest with his teeth. “Eddie—fuck. I cant wait any,” You gasp, trying to sound unbroken. “cant wait anymore.”

Eddie smiles st this, laughing. You laugh with him, albeit— it’s breathy and struggled.

With a tilt of his hips, you’re body slams into the mattress. You’re breast bouncing. Eddie breaks away to peel off his hellfire shirt. You hungrily scan his bare chest. Noting each tatto on his body.

Off to your right, you see as he reaches over for that blue box of Trojans.

“Wait!”

He halt’s and look over to you. “Yeah?”

You gulp, slightly embarassed. “No condom.”

Eddie blinks, confused. “Why?”

You’re face and body grows hot. You look anywhere but him. “I just want to feel you,” Your eyes fall to his veins on his hands and arms. “All of you…” You swallow and look up to him expecting him to be agaisnt the idea. But to your suprise, Eddie looks at you slyly.

“Is that so?” He’s such a cheeky asshole, you think.

You nod. Chewing on you’re lip. “…I’m on the pill.” Your chest rises. “Promise.”

“Okay.” Eddie shrugs his shoulders and practically pounces on you. You giggle as the hair on his head tickles the side of your neck and face.

“Eddie!” He kisses you all over. You’re nose, eyes, neck, lips. Any exposed skin, he was leaving a seeet, chaste, kiss to you. Your laughter, makes his heart swell.

He breaks away to get a good look of you. His breath fanning across your face. “I’ve waited too damn long.”

You smile up at him. Reaching down to pull down your skirt. “Then take me.”

“Gladly.” He kisses you again and moves his hips to help lower the fabric down. You kick it off, leaving you only in your underwear.

His fingers reach down, palming at your cunt. Letting his fingertips run between your fold through the fabric. “I’ve barely even touched you.” He laughs again. “You’re so wet, fuck.” His hands feel the wet patch on the fabric.

“Eddie.” You warn, growing impatient.

He snickers but obeys. Kissing at the base of your neck; to your sternum, below your belly button, and right above the elastic of your underwear. His fingers hook around them, peeling it off slowly. He licks his lips, when you appear before him. Once fully off, he marvels at your nude body.

You spread your legs, opening your self enough for him to see.

“You’re terrible.” He pumps himself, eyes drowning in lust.

You gleam at him. Spreading yourself even wider.

He climbs between you thighs. You whine as his length rubs against you. Desperately, needing it inside of you.

His palms fall on either side of your head. “Ready?”

You can’t even speak a full word. “Mmhm.”

He uses a hand for leverage and the other to postion himself at your entrance. You wait in anticipation, as he traces the tip around your ring. Then slowly, he slips through. You sigh in satisfaction, heart and blood pumping. Eddie hangs his head low, “Ngh—Shit you’re tight.” He continues to slide through. “Oh my god—you feel amazing.” His words are tight and sharp. His moans come deep within his chest.

“Mm.” You sigh in relief as he bottoms out. “M’So good.” You feel everything more intensely then before, the veins that decorate the sides of his dick, his thickness, the curve of his cock. It makes you crave for more. Your fingers graze his back.

Eddie swings his hips back, then slams into you. The brute force of it all has you arching your back in pleasure. Nails digging into his skin. Eddie does this again and again, creating a rough rhythm.

You find yourself mindlessly inching up-across his bed.

“Where you goin sweetheart?” His hands on your thighs, pull you back down to him.

The room spins around you as you sink deeper onto his cock. The sounds of skin on skin smacking together, being the music to your ears. Mixed with your moans and pleasure.

“Eddie, ah—don’t stop.” You hold on for dear life as he thrusts into you with no sign of changing pace.

He buries his head into the crook of you’re head. Here, you can hear how good he sounds. His breathes shakes over you ear. His moans so deleiciois, sending you over the edge.

“Does he fuck you like this?” Eddie says into your ear. His voice, deeper more cynical. You furrow your brows as he continues to pummle into you. Your focus untethered.

You don’t answer.

Eddie comes back up. His stamina is much longer then you remember and his thrusts have become more powerful. “Does he?”

You screw your eyes shut. “I-I don’t know.” You practically see stars. Fuck, he feels so good it’s criminal. “Eddie, please.” The last thing you wanted to do while fucking another guy was think of your boyfriend.

“No, you know.” Eddie clips. His chuckle deep and raspy. He angles his hips in that spot he knew so well. You scream so loud you’re sure his neighbors can hear how well he’s making you feel. “Does he fuck you like this?” His words are more forceful, demanding.

You shake you’re head. Hot tears, wet your eyes.

Eddie wraps a hand along your throat, applying pressure. “Speak up.”

You unscrew your eyes to see Eddie waiting for you. “He doesn’t,” You gasp. Feeling your air ways tighten. “Fuck me like this.”

Eddie smile at you, pleased. “Good girl.”

He goes to move his hand away but your hand is already atop of his. Keeping him there.

“You like that?”

You try to nod.

“Of course you like that.” Eddie fucks into you so deeply at this angle it’s insane. “Fuck—ha.” As his head falls back, the pressure on your neck tightens. “Shit, shit im gonna—” He cant even form words, as your warm velvet walls swallow him.

The heels of your feet dig into his lower back. Your full blown sobbing at this point. “Eddie.” You choke gasping for air. Too overwhelmed and stimulated.

“I know baby—fuck.” He growls as he pounds into that sweet spot that has you crying for him.

You come undone around him. Eyes squeezed shut, toes curling. Your hands lazily fall off his back.

His curses at how you contract against his cock him. Squeezing him for all he’s got.

His thrust quickly become lazily and less powerful. Until he lets out one last cry. Bangs sticky to his skin, head thrown back, coming undone inside of you. Out of bodily instinctly, he continues to pump into you until he cums his entire load.

He releases you and collapses onto his side.

The only thing in the room, is the two of you trying to get your breathing back to where it was before.

You swipe at the tears on your face. Feeling his cum dripping down the side of your thigh. “Eddie?”

“Hm?” He lifts his tired head to look at you.

“Hi.”

He smiles. “Hi.”

You laugh, pushing back the thought of facing Patrick tomorrow...

A/N: I think i’m gonna make this one a lil mini series idk. I liked it

Till next time :)

[lutawolf]

Hi Luta,

I'm very very new here. Came here after watching LITA. And reading some blogs you wrote and a few others wrote..... i'm pretty sure i'm into this and is somewhere part of the community. I just havn't figured it out. Your posts that I have read so far helped a lot. Thank you.

I read that Rain entered subspace in the bathroom scene in ep 2 and tbh with what Payu was doing to him....it looked like a wonderful place to be.

But can a sub can enter subspace outside of sexual/sensual times? Were there other obvious scenes where Rain entered subspace in LITA other than the bathroom scene?

I'm wondering the same about Payu. Like in the bathroom stall, were there other scenes where Payu enters Domspace (?)

I remember being backed into a corner by one of my friends cuz we were hiding while trying to sneak out of class in highschool. And at first it felt like really good having him in front and wall at the back, like a shield from the rest of the world. But then I freaked out when he didn't move when I tried to push him. Never gave any chance to put myself in that position after that. Then when I saw LITA and not just LITA, a lot other BL dramas, the top often likes to corner the bottom and I keep wondering how they're not freaking out.

I think I felt jealous. cuz they're not freaking out like I did. or I am freaking out for them? tbh, I don't know what I am feeling. It all feels like a mess and I have no one to talk with in person because I'm pretty sure I'll either weird out my friends or scare them away.

So i'm sorry if my questions sounds stupid. I really am stumbling through this and a lot of it is confusing. Being able to pinpoint things on fictional characters really helps me understand better.

Thank you,

-Tate

Hey Hey tate!!

Yay! I'm glad you enjoyed the blog!

You should see the face I'm giving you. No disrespect to anyone but if that was a headspace then you fucking doing it wrong. Was he having a good time? Sure! Did he get hard? Yup! Was he at the point of licking his own arm and would have been willing to spread eagle right there? Nope. We are talking sex drunk before the sex, it's like a mother fucking high to which you feel everything. Every sense you own is open and you're wanting/needing more. Rain was not there. The same can happen for a Dom but it can be dangerous as both of us lost isn't a good place to be.

Not corner. It's caging. Caging is a very important part and ritual of the D/s relationship. It's about giving comfort and security. It's absolutely necessary for both the Dom and sub. And It's Dom not top, sub not bottom. A Dom owns control, a submissive gives control, a top gives sexually, and a bottom takes sexually. A Dom can be a bottom, I take it from my husband on a regular but I assure you when I tell him to kneel, he does. I own the control.

You freaked out because there was no trust there. It hadn't been built. Your friend was not acting like a friend. That was an asshole move.

Caging should absolutely not be done outside an attraction and trust building capacity. I'm glad you went anon so I can be blunt. It sounds like you are a deeper sub than a brat. Which is causing you some anxiety. You've likely got some back history that is making you feel bad about your deep sub desires and you probably felt some kind of way about yourself. That's normal but it does cause heightened anxiety and most subs get a hive feel to their skin at this point. I'm hoping I'm wrong but if not please feel free to message me though I won't be much help. You can also message @thequeenofsastiel who is a deep sub and I know has helped others.

I feel like shit that this might not have been helpful. I hope it was in some way though. 💜💜💜

[johannestevans]

The #MonstrousMayChallenge 2021

Love monsters?

The #MonstrousMayChallenge is going to be a series of monster-centric prompts for every day of the month of May!

Draw, write, talk about, analyse, shitpost, critique, rec, discuss, create, consume, and otherwise have fun with each prompt.

Tell your friends, pick and choose the prompts that you like best: make art, make fiction, make rec lists, make jokes, make monsters!

May 1. What is a Monster? May 2. How to Talk to Your Monster May 3. The Vampire May 4. Iconic Settings May 5. Feeding Time May 6. The Lycanthrope May 7. Adverse Weather Conditions May 8. The Monster in Love May 9. The Undead May 10. "... and add a monster." May 11. A Baby Monster May 12. The Alien May 13. The Domesticated Monster May 14. Clothing Your Monster May 15. The Mermaid

May 16. The Gentle Kaiju May 17. Monstrous Transformations May 18. Angels & Demons May 19. Monstrous Flora May 20. The Monster in History May 21. The Hybrid May 22. Kept Captive May 23. The Human is the Monster May 24. The Dragon May 25. The Monster Dies May 26. The Hive-Mind May 27. The Fae May 28. The Monster Extinct May 29. Cultural Differences May 30. The Minotaur May 31. Happily Ever After

The full write-up for the #MonstrousMayChallenge is below the cut — for every day of the month of May 2021, there’ll be a new prompt all to do with creating monsters and monster-centric stories!

You can either go directly off of the prompts themselves, or if you want a little more inspiration, you can come check this post for more in-depth exploration of the idea in question.

For each entry in response to the prompts, regardless of what platform you post to, make sure to tag the #MonstrousMayChallenge! In the meantime, just spread the word and tell your friends to get them ready for May!

Feel free to pick and mix the prompts you like best, to skip any prompts that don’t suit you, or to swap in prompts of your own if you like — every 3rd day is a specific category of “classic” monsters, and they’re not for everybody!

“Monsters are the patron saints of imperfection.” — Guillermo del Toro (x)

The emphasis on all of the prompts below are on monster-centric and monster-POV stories. Monstrous romances and monstrous erotica are both welcome and encouraged, just as much as platonic monstrosity is, and please feel free to join in regardless of your medium, whether you draw, write, animate, or create in another way entirely!

Just a note as to what expect — this challenge is intended for those who love monsters, who identify with monsters, who feel for the monsters, and all the prompts are written with that expectation in mind.

One small note: throughout these prompts there are references to folklore and ideas from different cultures and backgrounds. When exploring ideas from cultures that aren’t your own, remember that not every representation of spirits or monsters can be divorced from its original context, and take care to do your research to ensure you aren’t harming others by furthering harmful stereotypes or appropriating ideas of cultural importance.

We’re all here to have fun, which means that using a love of monsters as a vehicle for racism (whether that’s outright or by upholding colonial and imperial ideas, appropriating from other cultures, or fetishising other races and cultures) is not what we want to see in the course of this challenge, and isn’t welcome here.

Note the above especially in regards to the Alonquian W*nd*go.

Saturday 1st May 2021 — What is a monster?

Here’s a warm-up challenge to start the month off:

For you, what is a monster? What makes a monster monstrous? What delights you, excites you, scares you, horrifies you about a monster? What fills you with affection for monster?

When you first hear the word monster, what springs first to mind?

This is a free space — talk about, write about, draw, animate, sing about, the monster(s) you love best, and why you love them!

Sunday 2nd May 2021 — How To Talk To Your Monster

How does your monster communicate?

Do they have a mouth, lips, a tongue, like humans do? Do they communicate verbally at all? Do they communicate via telepathy, via their tentacles, or their limbs? Do they speak, but at a pitch or volume or speed inaudible or incomprehensible to human ears? How is this gap bridged?

Does your monster understand humans but struggle to make itself understood? Does your monster want to be understood?

Alternate: How does your monster communicate with other, different monsters?

Monday 3rd May 2021 — The Vampire

The vampire is a walking corpse that sustains itself by feeding off the the blood of the living.

There are a thousand variations on the myth — a corpse that rises from its grave at night only to mindlessly glut itself on the prey it can find becomes a reclusive gentleman who lives in isolation in a brooding, gothic castle overlooking a Transylvanian woodland (Dracula); a sparkly immortal Mormon who likes to climb into young women’s windows to watch them while they sleep (Twilight); a rich aristocrat so intent on preserving his properties and his privilege that he clings onto immortality at all costs (Interview with the Vampire); an extremely sexy vampire in sunglasses who’s devoted to killing other vampires (Blade), and so on and so forth.

Explore your own take on the vampire:

Is your vampire actually dead? Do they just appear dead, or sleep in coffins?

What makes a vampire? A curse? A ritual? Transmission of vampiric disease — via the exchange of blood or via sex? Are they born that way? Do dhampirs (half-vampires) exist? Do vampires become vampires by choice? Is there a contract or an agreement?

Does your vampire drink blood? Cerebral fluid? Consume human flesh? Do they sap energy from others in non-literal ways — for example, do they feed off of emotions or energy, or seek to devour a soul?

If they survive off of the above, do they also eat or drink other things? Are they capable of doing so without becoming ill?

Is your vampire sensitive to sunlight? Bright light in general? Do they physically react to it? Do they burn, or crumble to dust? How do they cope with this — do they only come out at night, do they wear leathers and carry a parasol, do they use a medicated suncream?

Can vampires become ill? Sick? What weakens a vampire? What kills them?

Does your vampire have any other powers? Can they fly, hypnotise people, transform into gas or another animal?

What happens if a non-human becomes a vampire?

Alternate: A non-vampire monster becomes absolutely obsessed with vampires. They love them to pieces! Why? How do they get their vampire fix?

Some inspiration, if you want it:

Article: An 18th-century guide to hunting vampires from National Geographic

Article: The Great New England Vampire Panic from the Smithsonian Magazine

Video Essay: The Sexy Vampire Trope, Explained, from The Take

Tuesday 4th May 2021 — Iconic Settings

Imagine an iconic setting within the horror genre or without — your Transylvanian castles, your unending deserts of shifting sands, your haunted houses and their infinitely winding corridors, your unholy spires atop distant peaks, your deep and dismal caves, your roiling seas…

What monsters lurk within these settings? How do they feel about their environs? What happens if you transplant a monster from one such setting into its opposite, or combine a few of them together?

What happens if these settings are invaded, lost, destroyed, expanded, changed?

Alternate: Imagine any iconic setting you like, but instead of the monster lurking within, the setting is the monster.

The seas themselves are sentient; the caves are toothy maws of impossible beasts; the mountains themselves have eyes; the castles and houses and ancient tombs and temples are, themselves, imbued with a spirit… Is it hungry? Angry? Lonely?

Wednesday 5th May 2021 — Feeding Time

What does your monster eat?

Is it predator or prey? To a human understanding, does it look like what it is? If it eats meat, does it prefer to eat it dead or alive? If it’s not from this planet or dimension, does it struggle to find new things to eat? What does it look like when your monster eats? Is it private about eating? Does it look scary when it feeds?

Does it eat at all? Does your monster get its energy from the sun, from electricity, from magic, from something else entirely?

Alternate: From a monstrous POV, a human’s dietary habits seem monstrous and strange. Why?

Thursday 6th May 2021 — The Lycanthrope

The werewolf is a person who turns into a wolf, typically at the time of the full moon. Lycanthropy is the name of the condition of being a werewolf, or someone who turns into some other animal.

The variations on the werewolf are infinite — the core is often people bitten by strange beasts and left forever cursed with their regular transformation (for example, in The Wolf Man); but a curse is also possible, such as when kings are turned into wolves as punishment for their hubris (as with King Lycaon in Metamorphoses); or of course, a curse inherited, such as when young men who come into their inherited lycanthropy and suddenly have a whole host of new puberty concerns (Teen Wolf).

And it needn’t be a wolf at all — there are all manner of shapeshifters between one myth and the next, and as much as there are werewolves there might be werelions, werebears, werebats, et cetera, et cetera.

For your lycanthrope, why not explore:

What animal or creature does your lycanthrope turn into? A wolf, a bear, a lion, a snake, a bird? Something magical — a phoenix, a unicorn, a griffin, a dragon?

Once transformed, can your lycanthrope be distinguished from the normal edition of the beast? What are the differences, for example, between a werewolf and a wolf?

Can your lycanthrope transform at will? Is it influenced by their emotion? Is it kept to a regular schedule? Can that schedule be interrupted? For example, if it’s a monthly cycle like someone’s menstruation, can they go for periods without transforming or with “spotty” transformations? If it’s with the phases of the moon, does hiding from the moon help? What happens if you send them to another planet?

Is the transformation painful? Physically or mentally taxing?Are there any health problems associated with lycanthropy?

When transformed, how conscious and aware of themselves is you lycanthrope? Do they know they’re transformed? Do they remember what they were?

Alternate: Sometimes, another monster turns into a human.

Friday 7th May 2021 — Adverse Weather Conditions

What weather is your monster happiest in? What weather is your monster least happy in?

Is your monster native to an area that’s extremely hot and humid? Very cold and dry? Is your monster used to heavy rains, droughts and little water, sandstorms, electrical storms, blizzards? If your monster lives in space or underwater, how are they affected by solar flares or tropical storms, shifts in tides and gravitational flows?

How has your monster evolved or developed to handle these weather conditions — or, is there anything your monster hasn’t evolved for, and struggles with?

Alternate: Your monster is a house-monster, and will not be going outside. They would like a blanket and a cup of hot cocoa and a nice comfortable bed, please and thank you.

Saturday 8th May 2021 — The Monster In Love

Your monster’s in love — what do they do about it?

Does your monster have any particular mating rituals or ways in which they show their affection? Does your monster mate for life, does your monster date, does your monster romance singular or multiple partners? Does your monster yearn, do they pine? Do they bring gifts, do they do special dances, do say particular words or have mating calls?

Is their love reciprocated — is it even understood?

When one monster loves another monster, what does it look like? What does it look like when a monster is in love with a human? When a human falls in love with a monster?

Alternate: Your monster has never been in love, and is baffled — perhaps even disgusted — by the prospect. Do they do research? Demand an explanation?

Sunday 9th May 2021 — The Undead

The undead covers a lot of things under a similar umbrella, and it’s up to you whether they count as monsters or not — ghosts, ghouls, poltergeists, spirits, revenants, draugr, reanimated corpses like zombies, arguably vampires… To infinity, and beyond.

We can be talking spirits without bodies or with new bodies, corpses with new spirits in them, corpses controlled by necromancers or the like, and so on.

So, for this prompt:

For your undead monster, are they conscious, sentient? Do they control their own body? Do they remember when they were alive, if they were dead and then reanimated?

If they have a physical form, can someone tell they’re undead? Are they rotting, corpse-like, desiccated, all bones, all flesh, all muscle? Are they missing parts? Do they have any extra ones? Do they look the same way they used to? If they don’t have a physical form, can you see them at all? Can you see them only sometimes?

What sustains this undead monster? Do they feed off of anything, or are they just sustained by the air itself, by magic, by some sort of magical object or curse?

Was your undead monster once a human? Once a werewolf? Once a faerie, once a dragon, once some other creature entirely?

Alternate: Your monster is a necromancer, and they are not undead, but control and raise, in some way or another, the undead.

Monday 10th May 2021 — “… and add a monster.”

Take absolutely any iconic work you like, whether it’s a classic piece of literature, a poem, a piece of mythology or folklore, a fairy tale, a fable, a shanty or a campfire song — anything that’s in the public domain and might be well-recognised — and add a monster.

Have Sherlock Holmes meeting a vampire, reimagine Jean Valjean as a minotaur, give Mr Darcy a deep and affectionate longing for his local werewolf.

You don’t have to keep to the same characters or plots — rewrite an existing plot with monsters (Rapunzel or Cinderella, for example), have two plots crossover (what happens when the monsters in two myths team up to defeat the hero out to kill them?), add monsters or change the monsters in the narrative, or if it already has a monster, add another.

Alternate: Take a public domain domain monster and give them a break. Send Dracula on holiday, give the poor result of Frankenstein’s experiments a spa day, etc.

Tuesday 11th May 2021 — A Baby Monster

How do the monsters breed?

Do they lay eggs? Give birth to live young? Do something else entirely? Are monsters active parents? What happens when monsters interbreed, or breed with humans?

Is the breeding… fun? 😉

I know not everyone likes writing babies or kids, and equally that some people have come into this challenge specifically for the monsterfucking, so there’ll be two streams of main prompts — one focusing on the breeding for you child-free monsterfuckers, and another focusing more on monstrous baby development once an egg is laid or a baby is born, etc.

Feel free to do both if you want to do both, as one does lead into the other!

Questions about breeding and monstrous pregnancy:

Does your monster fertilise eggs for the purposes of a live pregnancy, do they lay eggs, do they clone themselves, do they breed in some other way?

If your monster has genitalia, what do they look like? Are they analogous to human genitalia? Are they particularly big or particularly small compared to the analogous human parts, if so? How compatible is your monster’s genitalia with a human’s genitalia — or another monster’s?

If there is a size difference between monster and partner, what comes of this? Are there any chemical differences between monster and partner — for example, does the monster’s touch impart a high or some kind of contact aphrodisiac?

Are any attempts at breeding viable? If the monster’s partner is filled with eggs, what happens the longer they carry them? If the partner does carry the eggs or the babies to the point of birth and laying, what happens? Is it a painful process? Will they survive it? Does the partner know they’re pregnant at all?

And the pregnancy/egg-carrying questions: how does the partner’s biology change to accommodate the pregnancy? Do they have any strange or unexpected cravings? Does their biology change in any unexpected questions?

Questions about monstrous child development:

How is the monstrous baby first conceived? Is it an egg laid, is it an egg fertilised, an egg fertilised and then carried, as the result of a live pregnancy, something else entirely? If they’re laid eggs, do they go through a larval stage or other similar development?

Are monstrous babies born alone, or in groups? Do they have a high viability rate? Do the monstrous babies eat one another? Do they eat their egg casing or their placenta, if applicable? If not, what do they eat — do they drink milk or blood, do they need their food pre-chewed by their parents, can they look for food themselves?

Are monstrous parents very active in caring for their offspring? Are monstrous babies born able to take care of themselves, able to have a sort of independence, or do they need to be cared for for a period first?

How fast or slow is a monster’s development? How long does it take for them to become fully grown? How much do they grow, and how does their body develop and change as they run through their lifecycle? Do they shed their skin or any body parts, do they change a lot materially?

Alternate: What does monstrous contraception look like? Do they have a concept of it? If they don’t, how do they feel about it being explained to them?

Wednesday 12th May 2021 — The Alien

What makes an alien?

Are they from another planet, another dimension? How similar are they to anything found on Earth? How did they get here?

Are they intelligent, sentient? Do they know they’re on a foreign planet or in a foreign dimension? How fit are they to survive on Earth? How do they respond to the animals, the new sounds, the new world, around them? What technology do they have? Do they appear to be aliens as people imagine them? Do they pilot aircraft as people think they do?

Alternate: A human (or another species from Earth) is the alien on another planet or another dimension populated with “monsters”.

Thursday 13th May 2021 — The Domesticated Monster

Let’s look at the monster domesticated.

The likes of Pokémon, fantastical creatures as beasts of burden or as steeds — unicorns and pegasi and giant spiders and dragons, for example — or other tamed monsters that have learned to live with humans, and live side-by-side with them.

Are monsters actively bred for a result, or do they domesticate themselves as cats and dogs did? Do they perform tasks or assist humans? Do they give milk or eggs or honey or silk or meat? At what point in their domestication are they? Are they happy? Are they well-treated?

Alternate: A monster gets a pet of their own — is it a fantastical species, or is it a dog, cat, bird, etc? Is it even a human?

Friday 14th May 2021 — Clothing Your Monster

Does your monster wear clothes or armour?

What sort of clothes or armour do they wear? Is it grown, made, bought, traded for? Do they wear any other kind of jewelry or decoration? Do they always wear it, or only for some occasion? What do they think of human clothes? Do they want to try wearing any themselves, or taking human fabrics for monstrous clothes?

Alternate: If your monster does not wear clothes, what do they think of human clothes? How do they feel about the fact that humans wear them? Do they have a full understanding of the separation between clothes and flesh?

Saturday 15th May 2021 — The Mermaid

A mermaid is a half-human, half-fish.

You can take this very literally, as in The Little Mermaid, with someone who has a human upper half and fishy bottom half (or the other way around…😏), you can think more along the lines of the fish-person we see in Abe Sapien from Hellboy or (also) in Guillermo Del Toro’s The Shape of Water, or you can look at different variations on mermaids — the seal-like selkie who can remove their pelt to walk on land; the siren that calls to sailors so they dash themselves upon the rocks; naiads and other spirits of the water; the rusalke of the water, and so on.

Questions for your merfolk:

Do they belong in freshwater, saltwater, brackish water? Do they stay in the seas, in deep lakes, in ponds?

Do they regularly come to the surface, or do they live very deep below? What sort of temperatures are they used to, and how much sunlight? If they live in cold water or deep below the surface, are they very large and blubbery to ensure they can cope with the pressure and the cold?

Are your merfolk bioluminscent? Fish-like, cetacean-like, cephalapod-esque? If they do look similar to humans, with a human face or human body parts, do they look or feel like human flesh underneath the skin, or is it just for appearance?

What and how do your merfolk eat? Do they eat fish, meat, seaweed, plankton?

How do your merfolk feel about humans? About fish and other marine life? About animals on land? Other monsters?

Can your merfolk step onto land? Do they want to? Are they curious about what they find there? Do the humans nearby know about them, care about them?

Do merfolk live alone, in groups or as families? Are they migratory? How far do they travel, and for what reasons? Do they build towns and cities? How do they feel humans compare to them?

Alternate: A completely different non-merfolk-esque monster lives at the very bottom of the sea. What is it? How do humans come upon it? How big is it?

Sunday 16th May 2021 — The Gentle Kaiju

Kaiju is a Japanese genre of films— your Godzilla, your Mothra, your Rodan, all of these are kaiju: strange, gigantic beasts.

This prompt is centred around any monsters of superlative size that are trying their absolute best not to harm any of the little people scurrying them about them.

You can take this literally — think kaiju tip-toeing their ways through great cities and trying not to step on anything important, huge space beasts careful not to disturb planetary orbits in case they hurt anyone, or even the likes of the human trying not to step on any ants — or you can think of other monsters trying not to harm others despite some aspect of their biology making it difficult for them — Lovecraftian beasts doing their best not to do anyone any psionic damage, for example, or Medusa-like beings desperate to avoid people’s gazes in case they do any harm.

Alternate: An extremely tiny monster or another monster very easily harmed by human activities needs to kept safe.

Monday 17th May 2021 — Monstrous Transformations

How does a monster transform?

Does in transition between one form or another, like a werewolf, or between forms for land versus water? Does it regularly transform or transition through different physical presentations? Does it shed its skin, leave its old body behind? Does it grow new teeth or claws or body parts? Does it transform in response to disease or ailment?

Does a human transform slowly into a monster? Does a monster transform into another? Is this transformation willing, conscious — is it against all desperate attempts to prevent it? Is it painful? Is it agony?

Alternate: A monster expresses deep curiosity about human transformations — perhaps the differences between a child and an adult and their scale of growth, perhaps the apparent transformation when a human changes clothes, or puts on a mask, or even make-up.

Tuesday 18th May 2021 — Angels & Demons

A demon is typically an evil spirit or devil, and are sometimes thought to be fallen angels; angels are typically benevolent spirits, often thought of as celestial messengers.

Being as they’re often thought to be celestial or infernal, do you think of them as being from another dimension? How well do they mesh with Earth, from their own perspectives and human ones? How do they look or appear? Do they have to present themselves in a strange or unusual form? How do they communicate with humans — and why? Are they evil, benevolent, or simply neutral?

Are angels and demons separate things? How many kinds of angels and demons are there respectively? If they’re separate, do they communicate with one another, balance with one another?

Alternate: A monster that is not a demon or angel decides to present itself as one or the other. What is it? Why does it present itself this way?

Wednesday 19th May 2021 — Monstrous Flora

Your monster is plant- or mushroom-based!

(Or lichen-based, or algae-based, or moss-based, or coral-based, or…)

What does it look like? What makes it different from a mammalian or scaly monster? Where does it come from? How does it move, how does it breathe, how does it eat? Does it sleep? Does it 😏… you know? Is it good at it?

Alternate: Your monster lives codependently with, or lives inside, some sort of plant. What does that co-evolved relationship look like? How big is the plant? What does it look like?

Thursday 20th May 2021 — The Monster in History

Throughout history, the perception of your monster has changed over time.

Is your monster immortal? Over the progression of recorded history, has it been this same monster recorded in one sighting after another, in art or in story? Or, is your monster the latest generation of a species or line of inheritance that has gone on for a long while?

How much has your monster’s culture changed and developed in that time — has it changed in reaction to or alongside human cultures? How accurate has human perception of your monster been as the centuries have rolled by? How has art or stories about your monster changed in their telling?

How has the monster reacted to changes in human history, or different events as they have happened?

Does your monster even notice the passage of time? Are they in some way insensible to it, or do they experience it in a way humans don’t?

Alternate: The monster is a time-traveler! How do they do this? Why?

Friday 21st May 2021 — The Hybrid

A few things are bred together to create a monster, whether that monster be sublime or an abomination before the universe!

Think about griffins, pegasi, basilisks, cockatrices, and of course the manticore — any sort of beast made by combining one creature with another.

What creatures have been combined to create this monster? Has a human been one of them? How has this combination been achieved — via actual interbreeding, magically assisted or otherwise, via alchemy, a curse, or some other magical process? Has this creature literally been stitched together and then reanimated? How have the different creatures contributing to the creature changed its behaviour or its abilities?

Alternate: An attempt is made to create a hybrid… and unfortunately this is not the result. What is?

Saturday 22nd May 2021 — Kept Captive

The monster is captured.

How big or small is your monster? How was it captured — was bait used to draw it in, such as a food stuff, a copied call? Was it herded into an ambush? Was it trapped under a cage, in drop trap, in a magic trap? How easy was it to capture — did it take a long time, were several attempts made? For what reason was the monster captured?

Now kept captive, how big is your monster’s enclosure? Is it a cage, a glass box, physical chains or bondage, something else entirely? How long has it been there? Is it alone — would it rather be alone than the alternative? Is it struggling with its captivity? Is it marking out the amount of time it has been kept trapped, screaming at its captors, harming itself in its desperation for escape?

Is it likely ever to be freed?

Alternative: A human is kept captive by a monster.

Sunday 23rd May 2021 — The Human Is The Monster

From the perspective of the narrator, the human is the monster.

Who or what is made to fear them? What makes the human so monstrous in their eyes? Is it to do with the human’s size, their appearance, their behaviour, the nature of humans as a collective?

Alternative: The human thinks they’re thought of as the monster — the real monster is behind them (figuratively or literally).

Monday 24th May 2021 — The Dragon

A dragon is a mythical creature, often large and scaly, with variations found the world over.

Is your dragon extremely big, or very small? Is it indeed scaly, or does it appear so? Is it some form of sea serpent, or does it fly? Does it have wings, fins, a tail, teeth? Does it have very powerful senses, or different ones entirely to what one might expect? Does it have a mouth, eyes, a tongue, ears? Does it breathe fire or ice, have gills? Does it have some other supernatural power — telepathy, telekinesis, affect the weather or the tide?

What does your dragon eat? Does it eat meat, vegetables? Does it feed off of magic?

Does your dragon hoard anything — gold, jewels, young people out for a wander? Livestock? Something else entirely?

Alternate: An ancient dungeon, temple, or some other monument, is marked by a huge statue of a dragon. Something else inhabits it.

Tuesday 25th May 2021 — The Monster Dies

It’s the end of the story — or perhaps the beginning.

The monster dies.

Alternate: The monster dies… but only for a while.

Wednesday 26th May 2021 — The Hive-Mind

The monsters in this one are multiple.

They share a hive-mind, whether that hive-mind is created by pheromones, by fungus or infection or disease, by magic, by telepathy, by technology, or something else entirely. How many beings are part of this collective? Do they exist in conjunction with one another, and move as a swarm or a hive? Do they synchronise their movements, and work together toward a common goal? Can they work independently, or only as a group?

Can others be inducted into this hive-mind, willingly or otherwise? Is this painful or uncomfortable? Does it wipe away what experiences came before?

If a member of the hive-mind travels far away, do they remain connected to the whole? How is this hive-mind used, when beings work independently? Can it be sensed or its effects be noticed by outsiders? What is its everyday function?

Alternative: A being once a member of a hive-mind or a collective is severed from it, and now alone. Are they grieving? Do they feel free? Are tasks suddenly more difficult or easy for them? How do they feel?

Thursday 27th May 2021 — The Fae

The fae are supernatural beings or spirits found in a variety of folklore.

The fae are often associated with woodland, bodies of water, bogland, or other particular areas, but there are variations on variations of different fae legend: elves, brownies, merfolk, y tylwyth teg, the bean sidhe, selkies, gnomes, kobolds, leprechauns, nymphs, pixies…

In a lot of modern fantasy, the fae are associated with rigidity around law and rules, certain contracts, and many superstitions are associated with fae or fae-like beings, where one offends them at one’s peril.

What makes the fae monstrous? What makes them frightening and an object of horror for others? What rules do they follow and expect others to follow? What superstitions are associated with them?

Alternate: The fae are introduced to pop culture depictions of fairies. What is their response?

Friday 28th May 2021 — The Monster Extinct

The monster has been extinct for thousands of years, if not hundreds of thousands, and based off of the evidence of them — stories, fossils, remains, old art, people are trying to back-engineer what they were like, what they looked like, how they communicated.

How accurate are they? How off?

Alternate: The monster doesn’t exist yet, or is a long way off, but has been told about in prophecy, or glimpsed in visions of the future. Are these glimpses accurate to the truth? Do they tell the whole story?

Saturday 29th May 2021 — Cultural Differences

What does cultural exchange look like between monster and human, or between two monstrous cultures?

How do these distinct cultures affect one another or interact? Are there large cultural differences between the monstrous cultures and the human ones? Are there any moral, ethical, aesthetic, economic, political, legal, or other cultural aspects that are very much at odds between some cultures and the others?

For example, do the human and monstrous cultures both have money? Do they treat money as of the same importance? Do they rank things in the same orders of importance? Do they have similar customs around politeness, greeting, language? Does each culture respect the others, or do they consider themselves superior or inferior?

Alternate: A human has never had much experience of the culture they were born of — they only know the monstrous culture they were raised by and into. What does that look like?

Sunday 30th 2021 — The Minotaur

It’s my birthday and the minotaur is my absolute favourite, so! Minotaurs!

The classical minotaur was the son of Pasiphaë and the unwilling stepson of King Minos of Knossos: born with the body of a man and the head and tail of a bull, he was declared monstrous and trapped within the labyrinthine maze beneath the great palaces of Knossos, until the hero Theseus came to slay him dead.

Today, the minotaur is the name for any half-bull half-human delight, tragic or otherwise.

Alternate: You needn’t limit yourself to a half-bull half-human if you feel the need to abandon literal perfection — go for the drider, perhaps, a half-human half-spider, return to the merfolk of several prompts above, and go half-human, half-fish, the satyr, half-goat half-human.

Whatever it is, make it half-human, half-something else, and then decide:

Is your monster cursed? Were they made this way, were they born this way? Are they happy? Are they the same as their family members, or are they different? If they are the latter, are they loved and accepted, or made an exile?

What are the benefits and negatives to their physical appearance and to their biology? Are there any aspects that might be unexpected?

Are they viewed by people in general as frightening, intimidating, unusual, strange, incredibly sexy? Are they treated as a monster?

Monday 31st May 2021 — Happily Ever After

The monster lives happily ever after…

What does that look like?

Alternate: Or, your monster has a tragic ending — because you’re the monster, apparently! 😒😭

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Covens vs Cults: How to tell if its a harmful cult or a helpful coven!

A picture of a helpful and beautiful coven! :) <3

Cults come in many forms, and they also indoctrinate people in many ways as well. Here is a list of red flags for cults, and after I’ll talk about how to see these when looking through covens.

If the leader is treated as infallible; If the leader is “always right” and believes themselves as smarter or otherwise above the other members of the cult. Those who ask questions, point this out, or try to correct the leader may be victimized/targeted for these “offenses” 

If the leader advertises that they can secure a spot in heaven, allow for spiritual or mental relief, separate its members from anyone outside the cult, including family, then this is a major red flag that the group is a cult. Cults operate on the basis that all of their victims are vulnerable in some way, and open enough tom be manipulated. Manipulation itself is much harder to detect, but if you believe the leader is doing these things, then they may very well be lying and manipulating you about other things as well. 

Exclusivity in faith; The best example of this is the example of The Heaven's Gate cult, which disallowed its members to participate in any other religious practices and isolated them from the world on false beliefs. 

”The Heaven's Gate cult, which was active in the 1990s, operated under the idea that an extraterrestrial spaceship would come to take members away from earth, centering around the arrival of the Hale-Bopp comet. Further, they believed that evil aliens had corrupted much of humanity, and that all other religious systems were in fact tools of these malevolent beings. As such, members of Heaven's Gate were instructed to leave whatever churches they had belonged to prior to joining the group. In 1997, 39 members of Heaven's Gate committed a mass suicide.”

Intimidation, fear, and isolation are key factors to running a cult. Since a cult can only continue to operate with power and control, leaders do everything they can to keep their members loyal and obedient. 

Historically, religious cult leaders have always been involved in illegal activities. These range from financial misdeeds and fraudulence to physical and sexual abuse. Several have even been convicted of murder.

  Religious lies are another big sign that it may be a cult. They claim that god or some other higher being like aliens had instructed them and them alone to do specific things. Some male leaders have even claimed that God had instructed them to take multiple wives, which leads to the sexual exploitation of women and underage girls and similar illegal acts.

Now, lets talk about these points again under the context of Covens. Covens are places that witches are supposed to feel safe and at ease. Witches practice rituals and meditate together and aid each other in their development as witches. Typically there is a leader/organizer that is dubbed the High Preist(ess), and they are in control of the clubs activities. Here are some red flags when entering a cult:

A group requires you pay for each circle or event. Now, many covens have some type of dues even if it is just dedication of time, but if a coven is requiring you to pay $25 a meeting, then you might consider asking around in the community.

The group seems overly sexual. Now, many traditions are VERY sex positive BUT, if a coven requires you to complete some sort of sexual task, favor, or really anything that you aren't comfortable with, they are likely NOT a group you want to be involved with. Going a long with this,  watch out for covens whose adults actively seek teens as members. Few reputable covens will accept anyone under the age of 18 as a member unless the teen's parent is a member of the coven - and even then, it's iffy. This is for a variety of reasons. Some covens practice skyclad - nude - and it's completely inappropriate to have naked adults in front of someone else's child. Covens that demand that you have sex as part of your initiation are BAD, and covens who are lead by adults but only/primarily recruit children are SKETCHY.

The coven starts separating you from friends and family. Sometimes this is very subtle, "Suzie has very low vibrations, and that's why you've been feeling depressed. You should avoid Suzie". But nevertheless, you will want to be aware that they aren't isolating you.  No reputable coven will encourage you to forsake your loved ones, or tell you that the coven comes before any and all other obligations. Similarly, if the coven refuses to interact with any non-members or the community, this may be a very bad sign.

They require you to completely change your day to day life/ conform to their standards. Now, them asking you to shower more than once a week isn't conforming, that's hygiene, I'm referring more to things like, "you must always wear a plain brown peasant dress and Birkenstocks, and your hair MUST always be braided". There is likely something going on, so be aware. 

Covens lead by inexperienced members are also a big red flag. When you ask your prospective coven's High Priestess how long she's been Wiccan, and she tells you "three months," it's time to bail out. There's no set time on learning, but someone who's only been studying for a little while simply does not have the experience to lead a coven or teach others. Use your best judgment here. Keep in mind there's nothing wrong with being a newbie and leading a study group or informal get-together, but someone who has only a short period of experience is probably not qualified to do all of the other things that coven leadership demands.

If the group tries to get you to rely on them or tries to get you involved with things that aren't legal/ are dangerous, this is a bit of a more clear sign of a corrupt coven.  Any group that requires its members to participate in illegal activities - and this includes drug use - is not a coven focused on spiritual growth. 

Here are some tips from Patheos.com on maintaining/creating a good coven(not my ideas):

“1.) Clearly define your organizational structure...

2.)  Define the Leadership Positions...

3.)  Define a Means for Hiving Off...

4.)  Define what actions or behaviors aren’t OK, and outline methods by which violators would be asked to leave the organization...

5.)  Outline a grievance resolution system...

6.) Set fair and equal financial expectations...

7.) Hold business planning meetings that are open...

8.)  Define Guidelines for ethical conduct...

9.)  Embrace flexibility...

10.)  Participate as a group in larger pagan gatherings – compare stories and ideas, attend other types of public rituals to gain perspective...

11.)  Create a Bill of Rights that protects all your members equally...” -  Cult-Proof Your Coven: Red-Flags and How to Avoid Them By Heron Michelle

https://www.patheos.com/blogs/witchonfire/2018/06/cult-proof-coven-red-flags-avoid/ 

I hope you all appreciate this info and stay safe!!! :)

https://www.learnreligions.com/warning-signs-of-cults-4173088

http://www.covenantoftherose.org/blog/covens-red-flags

https://www.learnreligions.com/warning-signs-in-prospective-covens-2562848

(Image): https://northernplunder.com/creating-a-coven/