#its unusual and weird and unexplainable

[p1zzaparty]

i wrote an entire post about my feelings about the saturated need to label queerness constantly and how everything needs a perfect box/label and to only STICK to that box and never leave otherwise youre a fake bad queer but tldr i love queer media that actually never labels the character and their feelings are never given proper verbiage because sometimes people just dont have that kind of vocabulary!!!

[the-ace-with-spades]

Concept: Christopher only realizes how serious of a trauma the tsunami was when he's already almost finishing high school.

I know in the show he's got nightmares about the tsunami but I couldn't help notice how the nightmares are more about Shannon dying in the tsunami than the tsunami itself, which is understandable given that his mom's death was sudden and probably unexplained to him beyond 'there was an accident'. So his brain was probably struggling to process that she's not coming back ever again, like she did when he asked for her to be back on Christmas.

The nightmares aren't about him or even about Buck. Kids' brains can be weird about trauma.

(Skippable context: When I was seven, my dad and I had a car accident. The car behind us skidded on black ice when we were on a river bridge, hit us and we hit another car that swiveled down the hill into the river and then we also hit the balustrade hard enough the front of our car was dangling out. The people in front of us died in the water. We were moved back onto the road by the firefighters after about half an hour, with my dad staring at that river the whole time.

I didn't remember it like that at all, only learned the above from the firefighter who had checked me out on the scene and remembered me years later when my dad set the hedge on fire and the same station answered the call, literally said 'I didn't cut you out of that car so you could set the whole village on fire' to my dad. I only remembered my dad telling me if I wait patiently in the car, he's going to get me McDonald's tomorrow and asking me what I'd written in the letter to Santa (which 6yo me refused to say because it was a list for Santa only) and the firefighter teddy bear Stefan I got from the mentioned firefighter. I literally went on with my life like nothing happened. Like, my dad's leg had stitches but he said it was alright because 'scars are cool', and I literally begged my mum so she'd let me go to school the next day so I wouldn't miss the clay day and then in the evening called out my dad for not taking me for my promised Happy Meal. No nightmares, no fears of bridges, cars or rivers. I didn't even connect that the new car wasn't there because my dad got bored of the last one like he said, but because the old one was totaled.)

So what if Chris only realized how serious the tsunami was years and years later when, idk, they were writing personal statements for college applications and 'the day that changed your life' question comes up and everyone has some either traumatizing or motivational examples but he doesn't know how to answer. And one of his friends says, "Weren't you caught in the tsunami with your dad?" (which, by that point Buck and Eddie are married and he calls Buck pops). And his automatic, absent-minded answer is, "Yeah, but that wasn't a big deal."

And everyone just stares. Because he said surviving a tsunami wasn't a big deal.

Chris knows where they're coming from because if someone told him they survived a tsunami, he wouldn't dismiss them and tell them it's not a big deal.

And obviously, he vaguely remembers asking Buck where all the water went and he remembers that the run Buck did with him in his arms after that was kind of funny and then the water hit.

But he doesn't remember the water hitting him or destroying stuff on its way, just remembers Buck telling him to keep swimming and that he's got him. And the next thing he remembers, they're on the fire truck and Buck is helping people and Chris felt so proud for helping by watching the ropes (which, now he knows was a distraction, duh) and then he remembers Buck just telling him to wait patiently and then playing I Spy and it was kind of fun again and Buck was hugging him and just, it was nice, a bit unusual, but kinda felt like they were just sitting on abuela's back porch, but wet.

Even when he fell into the water again, he wasn't that scared because he heard Buck jumping after him and he was sure he'd get to him in a minute or so. And then the water retrieved and some nice lady helped him and he was still kind of fine because he knew Buck would find him and then they could go to the aquarium like Buck promised early in the day. In fact, the process of looking for Buck was the only time he remembers feeling scared - because he was thinking, what if Buck doesn't find him before Dad comes back after work to pick him up? Dad is going to be mad at Buck if they aren't there.

He just never clocked in how close to dying he was, or how close to dying Buck was.

And that day he comes back from school and asks Eddie if he can tell him what happened during the tsunami because he remembers it differently than he probably should. Eddie gets really quiet and tells him, "I don't know. I never asked Buck for details. All that mattered to me was that the two of you were in one piece."

In the time it takes for Buck to get back home, he rationalizes that maybe it wasn't a big deal to Buck either, he was a firefighter, he probably dealt with enough of that stuff to not really be that affected, and maybe it was just different for both of them.

But then he asks Buck if he can tell him about the tsunami and Buck gets really quiet and pale and finally says, "It was the worst day of my life."

[cryptid-on-a-string]

not so unpopular opinion but spirit phone is one of the WEAKEST lemon demon albums. yeah it has excellent sound quality and u can see how neil have improved as an artist compared to older albums (this is why it's so good received by most critics), i won't lie, but it critically lacks that charm of, for example, clown circus, lfthcs, httjb, damn skippy and as well as his deporitaz/trapezoid era music. sp lacks that quirkness. i can see how neil wanted to focus on more serious topics (which his older works also had, like in dinosaurchestra and some songs from httjb too!) and i can't shame him for it. it's just doesn't work properly with spirit phone. it needs some more silly stuff too!! sp needs more meaningless, weird and obscure (do y'all even remember mold en mono?) lyrics and calling cabinet man peak of ld's weirdness is a blatant spit in the face. sprit phone is just soulless, lacking individuality of older lemon demon, for what it was so beloved.

While I somewhat agree that spirit phone has come to be overplayed and too focused-on by now, I definitely don’t think it is weak, uncreative, or anything close to soulless at all. It just happened to be the one album that became the most popular one. (I blame tiktok personally, but it could be a number of other factors, I might be biased bc I just hate tiktok and I am quick to blame it for stuff idk)

Sure, it dabbles with more serious tones than many of his other songs, but personally I think that just makes it more special in a way, and it’s fun to see Neil’s songwriting skills evolve over time, since the album took quite a few years to make. I can see where you��re coming from, saying how it needs more silly stuff like all the previous albums, however that might take away from what makes Spirit Phone so much different from all of Neil’s other works. It’s what makes SP an original and creative addition to the discography, so to say.

Spirit Phone taking itself more seriously is what makes it so outstanding, because Neil hadn’t yet done anything quite like it before.

As for the content of the songs themselves, I can kind of see what you’re getting at when you say the older albums have a little more strange content, but I still think Spirit Phone hold up pretty well in the creativity department! It’s got ghosts, (a recurring motif, with the repeating white/noise ghost sound effects sprinkled in between some of the songs), eldritch beings, corpse mellification, a death/rebirth storyline, and general unexplained mysteries, all tied together through abundant synths and overall 80’s aura to it all. All the songs still pull through nicely with their unusual motifs and intriguing narratives. Although the amount of Lemon Demon’s trademark wackiness isn’t quite as condensed in this album as the others, (with more serious tracks such as As Your Father, I Earn My Life, and Spiral of Ants), there is definitely still enough of it to make it fit in the previous albums, and enough serious content to make it stand out from the rest!

Don’t get me wrong, the other Lemon Demon albums are quite amazing and dear to me too! (Damn Skippy stands out as one of my favorites myself) but I also acknowledge how much care and thought was put into the originality of Spirit Phone. Sure, it might have come to be overplayed and memed to death by the internet after all these years, but it is still deserving of praise and genuine appreciation. I personally think it has earned its title as one of the most beloved Lemon Demon albums.

[baileypie-writes]

I got a little request for Erika from Heartcatch Pretty Cure?

Where she comfort the reader after they got there Heart Flowers stolen by Kumojaki after something hade happened?

A/N ~ Sure! Hope you enjoy!

~Tell Me!~

Erika Kurumi/Cure Marine + GN!Reader

Fandom: Heartcatch Pretty Cure!

Fanfic Type: Oneshot

Reader: Gender neutral

Relationship: Platonic

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 570

Synopsis: After a rough, and rather strange day, your friend, Erika made you tell her your troubles.

Warnings: Reader going through unexplained troubles, pretty short

~Masterlists~

~Heartcatch Pretty Cure! Masterlist~

The memory of whatever happened to you had long since gone. The only thing your mind guaranteed to be true is that something happened at all. And that’s only due to the fact that you had suddenly woken up, all while having no recollection of falling asleep.

That was just another scoop of inconvenience added to the sundae of gloom that represented your entire day so far. If you weren’t as exhausted as you were, you’d probably lash out from how done you were. But for some unexplainable reason, your body felt weighed down. Your heart specifically, as if it had been through something.

Sitting on the grass where you woke up, not having the strength or motivation to get up, you scanned the area around you. You looked for anything that could give a clue as to what happened.

In the distance, though only for a moment, you spotted a suspicious looking man. He was overall unusual, but his most striking feature was his long, red hair. He examined you in a way you couldn’t interpret, before vanishing out of view, almost as if he disappeared out of thin air.

You would’ve followed his trail, but you were too tired. Additionally, you heard a familiar voice calling your name.

“(name)!” With great haste, your friend, Erika, made her way over to you. Her school bag swung wildly from its place over her shoulder as she sprinted.

She stopped a few feet in front of you, and knelt down. “What’re you sitting in the grass for?” She asked, placing her hands on her knees. Though unbeknownst to you, she knew exactly why.

“Dunno. I can’t remember. Maybe I passed out? I’m really weirded out right now. And tired.” You said, slouching more and more with every word. Eventually, you just flopped onto your back, limbs spread out like a starfish.

Erika laughed, before throwing her bag down, and lying right next to you in the same position.

The grass was warm from the sun shining down on it. It was soft too, not causing any itching. You both felt you could lay there forever.

“Anything else bothering you?” She asked, staring up at the sky.

“Why do you ask?” You replied, eyes closed.

Erika thought for a moment. She knew what was wrong with you. She just fought a whole battle with a Desertarian made from your heart flower. All the while, it spat your own negative thoughts. But of course, she couldn’t let you know that. So she had to pretend to be clueless.

“I dunno. You just seem upset.” She fibbed.

You just hummed, not giving an actual response.

That didn’t satisfy her. “Hey!” She turned her body to face you. When she saw your closed eyes, she began poking your cheek. “C’mon! Tell me!”

“Hey! Stop it!” You whined, trying to swat her hand away.

But Erika proved determined, as she began using both her pointer fingers. “Not until you tell me!”

“Okay, okay! Fine!”

~~~~

It surprised you at how much better you felt after venting to Erika. She’s a good listener. She listened to you vent about everything that troubled you. She never interrupted, only giving an occasional, short response. It was so comfortable, something you didn’t expect.

The sun was setting now, making you realize how long you’ve been rambling. The once blue sky was now orange and red, causing you to feel even more tired than before.

“Sorry for talking your ear off.” You said with a big sigh.

“Nah. I got what I asked for, didn’t I?” She smiled at you. “Anyways…” She suddenly lunged at you, wrapping both arms around you in a tight hug.

“Uh…” Was the only thing you could muster from her unexpected action.

“It’ll be okay, (name)! I know it’ll get better! And if it doesn’t, you still have me! I’m always here for you. You know that, right?” While overly enthusiastic, her words were still comforting. And her hug never loosened as she spoke.

You chuckled a bit, before hugging her back. “Yeah. Thanks, Erika.”

After releasing you, she sprung to her feel. She picked up her school bag from the ground, and hung it over her arm, before stretching out her other one to you. “I’ll walk you home. Just in case you ‘pass out’ again.”

You rolled your eyes, before taking her hand. With tired, shaky knees, you stood up, thanks to her help. “Okay then.”

~~~~

During the walk home, you relished in the feeling of a light chest. You didn’t realize just how heavy it was until Erika made you spill what troubled you, taking the weight away.

Erika was feeling immense relief herself. She now knew her friend was doing okay, and that you could rely on her when you weren’t. She now had the confidence that your heart flower would stay happy and healthy.

Dividers by @strangergraphics

~~baileypie-writes

[connectparanormal]

Vampires in Milwaukee?

Milwaukee's colorful culture, brewing heritage, and unique architecture are well-known, but some strange ideas suggest a significant vampire population. Urban tales, speculative folklore, and pseudo-academic theories have created a fascinating story that blends the extraordinary with the commonplace. Due to historical coincidences, cultural trends, and the city's intriguing nightlife, these theories endure in local lore. Due to Milwaukee's unique terrain and ecology, vampires are often considered a threat. Milwaukee has long, bitter winters and low sunlight due to its Lake Michigan location. Such a setting is ideal for vampire believers. As creatures that like darkness and avoid sunlight, vampires would enjoy Milwaukee's environment. The city's old tunnels, basements, and antique buildings add to this story. These 19th-century buildings are mysterious and could hide nocturnal monsters. Shadowy lanes, intricate tunnels, and an antiquated atmosphere invite inquiry. There is a video about Milwaukee vampires at Milwaukee Vampire Stories and at transcript at Milwaukee Vampire Stories.

Also supporting these beliefs is the city's vibrant nightlife. Milwaukee has several pubs, clubs, and late-night activities for residents and guests. Sometimes, vampire activity conceals itself in the nightlife. Many are fascinated by the concept that vampires could feed undetected amid partygoers. These restaurants' late hours and unusual conduct or mysterious happenings have increased the fascination. Tales of people going missing after a night out, often for banal reasons, enhance the vampire myth. History and folklore also shape Milwaukee vampire mythology. In the 19th and early 20th centuries, European immigrants shaped the city and the Midwest. Germans, Poles, and others brought spooky tales with them. Oral traditions included vampire, werewolf, and other nighttime tales. These stories merged with local folklore to create Milwaukee's own supernatural lore. Believers have sometimes connected unexplained deaths and weird sightings to vampire activity. Modern pop culture has helped Milwaukee's vampire legend survive. The worldwide popularity of vampire books, movies, and TV series has revived interest in these fabled monsters. Milwaukee's gothic architecture and spooky atmosphere make it a wonderful setting for vampire novels. Local fans and paranormal investigators have even arranged tours or events to examine the city's vampire ties, further popularizing the concept. Although these activities are fun, they contribute to the idea that Milwaukee has a vampire population. Naturally, skeptics disregard these beliefs as urban folklore and fantasy. The claimed vampire population in Milwaukee is based on coincidences, misunderstandings, and the human desire to see patterns where none exist, they say. Crime, accidents, or nature are more likely to cause the inexplicable disappearances and fatalities cited by believers. While evocative, the city's old tunnels and buildings are more likely to hold forgotten treasures and dust than otherworldly beings. Despite these counterarguments, the vampire story remains appealing, demonstrating humanity's love of the macabre. Milwaukee's high vampire population ideas are more about exploring the city's character through folklore and imagination than proving vampires exist. Whether as a fun representation of local culture or a real endeavor to uncover hidden facts, these stories lend mystery and interest to Milwaukee. They encourage inhabitants and visitors to see the city as a hub of history, folklore, and fantasy. This is why there are lot of Milwaukee ghost stories too. Although we may never find an answer to the question of whether vampires walk Milwaukee's streets, the hypotheses serve as fascinating examples of human narrative and awe.

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Brotherhood on pandora part 2

“Careful, Tuk,” Ashura warned gently, placing a protective hand on the youngest’s shoulder as she darted ahead, her curiosity as boundless as the forest itself. His tall, Na’vi-human hybrid frame was a reassuring presence, his piercing golden eyes scanning the ground for anything dangerous, aware of the stories that this place held in its silence.

Lo’ak snickered, glancing over his shoulder at Ashura. “She’ll be fine. Don’t worry so much, big brother.”

“Easy for you to say,” Ashura shot back with a grin. “You’re the one who gets us into trouble.” He nudged Lo���ak, both sharing a smile that was equal parts challenge and camaraderie.

Spider trailed behind, unusually quiet as he took in the wreckage. Unlike the others, this place held a strange significance for him. Somewhere in these remnants were the traces of his father, Colonel Quaritch, and the battles he’d waged against the Na’vi—against Spider’s found family. Quaritch’s legacy lay twisted in the rusted metal and broken glass, and while Spider had long tried to distance himself from that shadow, here, surrounded by reminders, it felt closer than ever.

Kiri seemed to sense his unease. She stepped closer, brushing her fingers lightly against his arm. “You okay, Spider?” she asked, her voice barely a whisper.

Spider managed a nod, though his usual bravado was missing. “Just… weird. Knowing that he was here. Fighting, hurting people.” He paused, casting his gaze over the crumbling metal remains, a dark shadow flickering across his expression. “And knowing that I came from that.”

Ashura caught the words and placed a firm, comforting hand on Spider’s shoulder. “You’re not him, Spider. You’re your own person. This place… it’s just a memory, a piece of history that doesn’t define you.”

Spider’s tension eased at Ashura’s touch, and he offered a faint smile. “Thanks, Ashura.”

Tuk’s voice broke the somber moment as she pointed to something half-buried in the undergrowth. “Look!” She darted forward, pulling back some vines to reveal a cracked visor of an old human mask, its surface scarred and worn.

Lo’ak knelt beside her, studying the mask. “That’s definitely old-school. One of the RDA’s, probably from the big battle.” He tilted his head, a smirk playing on his lips. “Think Dad wore one like this?”

Ashura chuckled. “If it were Dad’s, I’m sure it would have had a lot more dents in it.”

Kiri glanced around, a pensive look in her eyes. “This place… it’s like it remembers the fight. Can’t you feel it?” She reached out, placing her hand on a fallen tree, her fingers brushing the rough bark where vines clung tightly, reclaiming the man-made wounds. “The energy here is heavy.”

The group fell silent, absorbing the atmosphere. For the Na’vi, everything on Pandora held memories and energy, and Kiri’s words carried weight. The air felt thick, almost charged, as if the forest itself had absorbed the rage and violence of that long-ago battle, bearing witness to both suffering and survival.

Ashura stepped forward, placing a hand over his heart. “This ground holds their struggle,” he murmured, half to himself. “Jake and Neytiri fought to protect this world, to protect all of us.”

As the silence grew, Spider felt a strange, unexplainable pull, his eyes drawn to the twisted wreckage of an AMP suit nearby. It loomed like a skeleton against the jungle, its metal form entwined with vines, yet still carrying a kind of lifeless menace. The image stirred something deep within him—a sense of reckoning, of the unbreakable link to a man he’d never known, a father who’d fought on the opposite side.

He took a deep breath, glancing at his friends. “You know, sometimes I wonder what he was like. My father, I mean. Not the monster everyone saw… but the man. Before the war, before everything.”

Ashura tightened his grip on Spider’s shoulder, meeting his gaze with a steady, understanding look. “That man is gone, Spider. You have a family now—us, Jake, Neytiri. They’re here for you, we’re here for you. You don’t have to carry his legacy.”

Lo’ak crossed his arms, nodding in agreement. “Yeah, and honestly, you’re way cooler than that old bastard could’ve ever been.” He grinned, his tone light, trying to bring some humor to the moment. “Besides, you’re one of us. Who else could keep up with us out here?”

Spider chuckled, the heaviness lifting slightly. He bumped his fist against Lo’ak’s in a silent show of gratitude. “Guess you’re right.”

Suddenly, Tuk’s wide eyes settled on a particularly large boulder, covered in strange scratches and marks. “Look!” she exclaimed. “I think it’s some kind of… message?” She squinted, running her fingers along the grooves, trying to decipher what was left of the symbol.

Kiri joined her, tilting her head in fascination. “It’s not Na’vi… but it’s not fully human either. Almost like…” She glanced at Ashura, eyes sparking with curiosity.

“Almost like a mix,” Ashura murmured, studying the boulder. It was as if the battle scars had left behind a language of their own, a testament to the strange mingling of both human and Na’vi efforts. Ashura brushed his fingers over the marks, feeling the lingering energy beneath the surface. “It’s the story of two worlds colliding. But it’s also a story of survival.”

They all stood in quiet contemplation, feeling both the weight of the past and the unity they’d found in each other. Though they were from different origins, they shared a bond that bridged their worlds. Each of them understood that they were writing their own chapter now—one that, perhaps, would be far different from the brutal history that lay around them.

Finally, Spider broke the silence with a grin. “So… anyone up for finding something a little less creepy? Maybe somewhere that doesn’t feel like a ghost’s playground?”

Lo’ak laughed, throwing an arm around Spider’s shoulders. “Yeah, let’s get out of here before Kiri starts seeing spirits or something.”

They all laughed, the tension easing as they turned back towards the jungle, leaving the battlefield and its memories behind. Yet, as they walked away, they each carried a silent understanding, a respect for the struggles that had come before and a vow to protect the harmony they now shared.

[50calmadeuce]

Ch. 9: Gone

Disclaimer: This is a work of fan fiction using characters from the Top Gun: Maverick world, trademarked by Paramount Pictures Corporation. I do not claim ownership of the characters and the world that I am borrowing.

The story and situation I am creating are a work of my imagination and I do not ascribe them to official story canon. This work is for entertainment only and is not a part of the storyline.

I am not profiting financially from the creation and publication of this story, but I do hope it gives you happy thoughts.

These stories are my own, so please do not take them and use them for yourself without my permission. If you see them somewhere else, please let me know. :)

You insert your key into the lock, turn it, and push open the apartment door.

"Finley! You home?" you call out as you remove the key and step inside, with Jake following closely behind you.

You spot a piece of paper resting on the kitchen island and make your way over to it. Picking it up, you read its brief contents:

Y/N, I am so sorry. -Finley

The note leaves you with a sense of mystery and concern, prompting questions about what might have transpired in your absence.

"Well, that's weird," you mutter as you observe the unusual note left by Finley. Your curiosity piqued, you then notice that Finley's bedroom door is ajar, an unusual occurrence in itself. Setting the note back on the kitchen island, Jake reads it before joining you in investigating the open bedroom door. Together, you approach the room, wondering what might await inside.

As you push the door open wider and step into the bedroom, a sense of shock washes over you. The room is conspicuously empty, devoid of all its usual contents.

"What the hell?" you exclaim, your voice tinged with disbelief. The sudden disappearance of everything in Finley's bedroom leaves you utterly perplexed.

Jake's cell phone rings just as you both grapple with the bizarre situation in Finley's bedroom. He glances at the screen, revealing the caller as Coyote.

"It's Coyote," he informs you and then answers the call on speaker. "Hello?"

"Jake. Is Y/N around? I've been trying to get ahold of Finley and there's no answer," Coyote explains.

"Yeah. You're on speaker and Y/N is right here. We just got back to her place and Finley's things are gone in her bedroom."

"I'll be right over," Coyote says and the phone goes quiet.

As the weight of the situation settles upon you, you let out a sigh, your mind racing with concerns about your future in light of the unexplained disappearance of your roommate, Finley.

Then, Jake offers a surprising solution: "Move in with me."

You turn to him, your eyes reflecting your surprise and hesitation. "Jake, I can't just move in with you. We barely know each other."

Jake suggests, "Fine. Then I'll move in here. You've got two bedrooms, I'll take Finley's."

As you contemplate this arrangement, you decide to call Finley's number to ensure she hasn't simply changed her contact information. The automated response confirms your fears: "We're sorry, this number is no longer in service."

Jake offers reassurance, "Sweety, she's gone."

Feeling overwhelmed and bewildered by the situation, you move to the living room and sink onto the couch, the surreal nature of Finley's disappearance sinking in. "This is crazy," you murmur, your voice tinged with both confusion and concern.

Jake sits on the couch next to you. "How long have you known Finley?"

"Not long. Just a couple of months. I answered her roommate add," you admitted.

"What do you know about her?"

You thought about it. "Not much really, now that I think about it."

There was a knock at the door.

"I'll get it," Jake says as he gets up from the couch and walks to the door. He opens it and Coyote is standing there.

Coyote steps into the apartment and closes the door behind him. He looks at both you and Jake. "Anything?"

"Nothing," Jake says. "What about you? What did you learn about Finley?"

Coyote starts to blush. "Uhm..."

Jake waves a hand. "We don't want to know."

You stand up. "I'm going to check her work." You look up the bar Finley worked at and called the number. "Hi. This is Y/N. Is Finley there?" You listen to the voice on the other line. "Okay. No. Thanks." You hang up and look at Jake and Coyote. "She quit. She just called in and quit."

Gavin Sinclair drinks his cup of Bourbon when there's a knock at his hotel suite door. He leisurely walks over to it, opens it and looks down at the short woman with brown hair.

"It took you long enough," he says as she walks in.

"Look I'm just here for my money," she says.

Gavin closes the door behind her and gestures for her to take a seat in the spacious hotel suite. He remains composed, his demeanor exuding an air of confidence.

"You'll get your money as long as you did everything I asked."

She looks at him. "I did." Clearly on edge, the girl glances around the opulent suite nervously. "You know, I've heard things about you, Gavin. People say you're not one to cross."

Gavin stops in his tracks, a sly smile playing on his lips. "Ah, so you've been talking to Y/N," he muses. "Interesting. She's a resourceful one, isn't she?"

"She doesn't seem like the person you described at all."

He takes another sip of his bourbon. "Well, you don't know her like I do." He opens a drawer in a nearby cabinet and retrieves a sealed envelope. With a deliberate motion, he places it on the coffee table in front of the girl. The envelope appears to contain a substantial amount of cash. "Don't spend it all in one night, Finley."

She quickly grabs the cash. "Look I'm out of here." She starts to go by him when he grabs her wrist.

Gavin's grip on Finley's wrist is firm but not painfully so. He pulls her slightly closer, his gaze locking onto hers. "Not so fast," he says calmly. "Before you go, I have a question for you."

Finley swallows hard, her nervousness palpable. "What... what do you want to know?"

As Detective Simon Fromm continues to surveil your apartment complex, he can't shake the unease he feels about his involvement with Gavin Sinclair. Something about the situation just doesn't sit right with him, and he can't ignore his instincts as a seasoned detective.

Sure, Sinclair was rich and he tossed his family's money around like it was nothing, but something about his story didn't add up.

He opens his car door and starts to walk towards your apartment.

[babydin]

ONE FOR SORROW: FOUR

When Joel Miller loses his wife tragically, he is thrust into the role of father and mother violently and without warning. He doesn’t think he will ever sleep again, never mind love again, until he meets Birdie Mae and she’s exactly the voice his guitar has been longing for. A second marriage and eight happy years and tragedy strikes again with the sudden death of his little girl, and Joel once again finds himself plagued with guilt and night terrors. When a package comes in the mail addressed to Joel, containing a carefully wrapped, meticulously preserved raven's skull. With a wife who is a collector of the weird and the macabre, this might not seem unusual except on this occasion Birdie has no memory of ordering such an oddity. With the skull in the house, Joel’s nightmares intensify and he starts to experience unexplainable events. Is it all in his head due to lack of sleep, or is there something more sinister at play?

PREVIOUS PARTS: Characters | ONE: COFFIN NAIL | TWO: EYE FOR AN EYE | THREE: I'VE GOT YOU UNDER MY SKIN WORD COUNT: 2,838

Joel was perplexed by the mysterious object in front of him. He had no clue as to its origin, purpose, or who had sent it. It simply sat there, and staring at him. He couldn't help but chuckle as he recalled the famous poem about a similar bird, and wondered if his recent dreams were a sign that he was fated to suffer the same fate.

ADDITIONAL CHAPTER WARNINGS: Handjob (Male receiving), frottage, breast/nipple play A/N: The chapter numbering is screwed because I went back and added all my character aesthetics/blurbs as chapter one because of the confusion between Puck and actual Tess. And I thought it might help for those who have good imaginations. FOUR: AND NOTHING MORE | READ ON AO3

[slimestudy]

"..... beware of the radiation. Go past this point, and you'll meet a terrible fate, incurable by even the best of the doctors available." My finger grazed against the symbols that made up this ancient language. I could feel the hairs on my arms stand up as a cold chill went down my spine. We'd come across warnings like these before, many archaeologists had fallen ill unexplainably upon entering these odd tomb-like structures that were left barren. The current working theory was that these buildings used to be the center points of the lost civilisation, and though there were no remains of anything that could've been used by this primitive group of people to cook, nor sleep, it wasn't unusual for this to be the case when it came to the people referring themselves as hyumans, our distant ancestors.

The reign of hyumans had been long and gone through many phases, and it appeared that a lot of these had been documented by them, but how much was true and how much was merely made up stories was left to be determined as the translation process was long and tedious. It was around what this tribe of humans referred to as the two thousands that there appeared an unexpected long gap in which a lot of information just wasn't there for whatever reason. This gap lasted centuries until what appeared to be traces of poorly preserved paper was found. It was speculated that some King or other ruler had decided to destroy as much of the information of the past as possible, in an effort to make it seem like the history began from them. However, no mentions of such person existed.

And the papers that had been found of the missing era were odd. They either seemed to have various types of drawings, ranging from clearly children to masters of their craft, some of them carrying different names yet being very similar in nature, perhaps a case of a teacher and their pupils, or they had text on them. But the text ones were... odd. Some had what appeared to be neat handwriting, but somehow an enormous amount of these papers had lettering that seemed to indicate that there was either a wordpress or sort that was able to print out these things at command, with pictures, in colour. Which shouldn't have been possible. This odd tribe couldn't have been that advanced in their technology, my people had figured out automated printing in only couple of hundred years ago!

But.... looking at the buildings that did stand as a reminder, as a proof, of this era, were all so so odd. That level of metalwork was... not something that had been seen before. They'd made metal somehow resistant to the weather, made it impervious to rusting, these were large containers and old means of transportation that eerily looked like the modern windcarriers, there were long and streamlined metal tubes on top of tracks that made one think of the flatcars. They'd found these odd rectangular pieces with windows that only showed you darkness, they also had holes on them on the side, but was that just wear or was it something else... they didn't know. The inner workings of those flat rectangles were a mix of confusing and weird looking wires and metal. What any of them did was a complete mystery.

This society also had flatcars and tunnels that went underground, some even going underwater, connecting lands. Based on this they'd come to the conclusion that this had to have been an enormous kingdom with a lot of power and influence, many other nations most likely attempting to mimic its prowess.

"What does it say, sir?" The voice of a child snapped me out of my musings about this mystery kingdom. I turned to look at my guide, a local boy who'd helped me to find this place. I looked back at the clear warning. "It appears to warn people of a curse that would be cast upon anyone who enters these ruins by what we believe to be the Goddess of Death and Sickness, by the name of Radia. This could mean that this building was either used as a place of worship towards her specifically, or was viewed as otherwise holy, like a grave", I explained to the child, who nodded, eager to learn more, "Warnings like this should be taken seriously, many archaeologists who have entered these places have reportedly developed health issues and eventually died with odd growths found all around them. It's most likely some kind of plant, virus, or bacteria that comes back to live upon contact."

I turned around and readjusted my hat. "And because of this, we'll be leaving and informing the local authorities about the warning and telling them to use protective gear".

You’re a leather-jacketed fedora-wearing type of archeologist exploring a new ruin. Through exhaustive study you have translated the inscription carved everywhere inside. It starts “This is not a place of honor…”

[whitepolaris]

The Bridgewater Triangle

You're likely to be familiar with the Bermuda Triangle, a giant area between Puerto Rico, Miami, and the island of Bermuda that become famous after a 1950 Associated Press article mentioned the unusual number of unexplained events and mysterious disappearances that occurred there. But you may not know that Bermuda is not the only scary piece of geometry in the world or that a similar triangular spot of mystery exists right here in Massachusetts.

The Bridgewater Triangle is located in the southeastern part of the state. The towns of Freetown, Rehoboth, and Abington comprise its northern point, Bridgewater, West Bridgewater, north Middleboro, Segregansett, Dighton, North Dighton, Berkeley, Myricks, Rayham, East Taunton, and Taunton (about two hundred square miles in total). Though significantly smaller than its cousin in the Atlantic, the Bridgewater Triangle can match Bermuda in the number of reports and beats it in the diversity of unexplained phenomena found in its swamps and woods. The list includes monsters, Bigfoot, UFOs, strange beasts, snakes the size of stovepipes, ghosts . . . even murders and suicides.

Author and researcher Loren Coleman first mentioned the Bridgewater Triangle in 1980 in a Boston Magazine article. "I started hearing different rumors," Coleman said. "One of the wildest rumors I had heard was that a busload of nuns had disappeared in the Bridgewater area. And then I started digging and I noticed that there was a natural triangle there with the three Bridgewaters: West Bridgewater, Bridgewater, and East Bridgewater. I saw that on the map, and then I started taking all the little reports I was getting of Bigfoot, of giant snakes, of black panthers, of Dighton Rock, of Freetown and the weird little human reports from there, and I kind of mapped it all out and saw there was a larger triangle."

The heart of the Bridgewater Triangle is the Hockomock Swamp, a six-thousand-acre wetland located in southeastern Massachusetts. The mystery behind the swamp dates back to the Wampanoag Indians, who felt that the land had an inherent magic. To the Wampanoag, the spirits of the swamp provided both food and protection. Wild game such as moose, deer, or caribou could be trapped in the muck, making an easy kill for a lucky hunter. And the Wampanoag knew the swamp well. If their enemies could be drawn into the area, they clearly had an advantage in knowing where not to step.

This knowledge served them well during King Philip's War (1675-1676), when the Wampanoag rose up against the English settlers and their allies in one of the bloodiest conflicts in American history. One in twenty were either wounded or killed, and more than a few met their end in Hockomock Swamp. Some English went in and were never seen again. Others managed to make their way out and spread tales of the frightful scenes and monsters that lurked inside.

There are still hundreds of acres in Hockomock Swamp that look much as they did more than three centuries ago. And though major roadways like Interstate 495 and Route 24 have sliced it up, thousands of acres are still impenetrable. Swamp, wetland, ponds, underbrush, weeds, and vines allow passersby to look, but not always to step inside.

A well-worn path cuts through the swamp in a northwest-southeasterly direction next to an old abandoned railroad track. This path skirts the backyard of the Raynham Park dog track. For years, witnesses have reported ghost lights, or glowing masses of energy, moving along this path. Loren Coleman writes, "The spook lights are often reported near the power lines that run through the swamp. Additionally, every January the strange balls of light have been seen over the railroad tracks that run beside the (dog track) and through the swamp."

If one follows the path northwest from the dog track, it intersects with a utility road where high-tension power lines run. Strange cat creatures have been reported here along the enormous turtles, and large shadowy dogs with glowing red eyes. (See the next chapter, "Bizarre Beasts," for more about these fascinating creatures.)

[bigfootbeat]

Minnesota Iceman

In the history of sideshows and American cryptozoology, the Minnesota Iceman is a mysterious and intriguing figure. The story begins in the 1960s, when a man named Frank Hansen began displaying what he believed to be the preserved body of an ice-encased Neanderthal-like monster. This enigmatic creature attracted a lot of public attention and sparked discussion among scientists, skeptics, and enthusiasts alike while it was on exhibit at state fairs, carnivals, and shopping centers around the United States. Comparisons with Bigfoot have been made about it. Hansen displayed a hairy humanoid creature with large hands and feet and a flattened face. Visitors looking through the ice observed a creature with a bullet wound, adding mystery and conjecture to its past. Hansen insisted on finding the creature in the Siberian seas, adding to the enigma surrounding the Iceman despite his differing tales.

The Minnesota Iceman captivated prominent cryptozoologists such as Bernard Heuvelmans and Ivan T. Sanderson who also looked at Bigfoot stories. After examining the specimen in 1968, both scientists came to the conclusion that it belonged to a real, unidentified species of ape. After publishing his research and giving it the name Homo pongoides, Heuvelmans sparked even more curiosity and debate. The scientific community as a whole, however, rejected their findings, casting doubt on the creature's veracity and the conditions of its investigation. When Hansen said he had replaced the original specimen with a replica because of legal concerns, the controversy surrounding the iceman's legitimacy grew even more intense. This claim made it difficult to verify the true nature of the creature, as researchers conducted additional tests on what was purportedly a model. Many detractors contend that the Iceman was merely a carefully constructed hoax, perhaps a latex figure made to attract attention and bring in money. Despite the skepticism, the Minnesota Iceman remains a cultural phenomenon, symbolizing the era's fascination with cryptids and the unknown. It captures an era when sideshows and touring exhibitions, which provided peeks at the weird and enigmatic, were common sources of entertainment. The Iceman tale captivates the imagination of people who yearn to believe in the existence of unexplained creatures and emphasizes the human drive to seek and comprehend the unknown.

Historians and enthusiasts of unusual history have been drawn to the Minnesota Iceman in the current era. It reminds us of the imperceptible boundaries that exist between myth, science, and entertainment. Despite the possibility of never discovering the entire story of the Iceman, its legend endures as a captivating element of American folklore and cryptozoology. In the end, the story of the Minnesota Iceman reflects the attraction of the inexplicable as well as society's ongoing curiosity. Regardless of its status as a hoax, a scientific curiosity, or a cultural artifact, the Iceman's story never fails to enthrall people, capturing the magic and mystery at the core of human discovery. It goes right along with the larger Bigfoot cryptid stories.

[channiemoonlight]

LIKE A FOOL

{angst/ trigger warning ; death & self harm}

981 words

{writer notes : thank you to everyone who like my first story before, I actually wrote quite a lot on my phone but didn't had time to post them here due to work priorities. This story might be heavy for some readers, you can skip this if its too much on you. This story has nothing to do with the boy identity or well-being. It is a story that held something important issue in my life too. Please give it a lot of love!}

hope you enjoy!

love, channiemoonlight.

like a fool

By channiemoonlight

There are so many things you wish you could get your hands on it back. Whether it’s items or just the presence of someone you love. That’s all you can ask for. Another chance to be a better version of yourself.

Sliding open the kitchen door as you took a seat watching Minho intently cooking on the other side of yours.

It was a rule that your cousin, Bangchan made that he wants you to stay inside their apartment to lessen the burden of you paying bills. Knowing you’re just a student miles away from your parents and he is the wiser and older cousin offered to help you pay bills.

Getting to his household gave you another 5 friendships that you adore so much than your own existence. Everyone loves you as much as you do.

And that’s where it goes wrong.

“Morning y/n!” It’s unusual for Jisung to be this chirpy early morning but you shrugged it off and took him into the warm hug you didn’t give Changbin at all. One by one the table fills with everyone, Jeongin helping Minho to set up the plates on the table as you saw Felix took the last seat.

You adore him very much. Felix. He’s the one who gives a lot of cuddles whenever he’s done with assignments. He is always there when you have another relapse of anxiety. He’s your savior. Noticing no plate of pancakes given to him you stood up earning the glances from the boys. “What’re you doing y/n?”

Smiling at Changbin, you pick another plate and put it in front of Felix. “Minho forgot Lix plate” At first you thought they’re just thinking you’re weird. The frequent glances they’re sharing. But you again, took nothing serious out of it. “Okay.” The way Bangchan voice trails away, focusing back on his plate.

Likewise, you’re enjoying reading a book as you glance a few times at Felix back who’s staying on his study desk, probably gushing all his brains out for ideas for his essays. “Take a break Lix, want some coffee?”

“Lovely thanks y/n!”

Making the coffee as you hear Changbin slide into your side. “Another coffee?”

Shaking your head as you put away the tablespoon on the sink. “It’s Felix” This time you notice the unexplainable glint on his eyes. Again, you shrug it off—probably they thought both of you were something more than just friends?

Hours passed by and Felix finally stood up from his desk, going to the living room for some fresh air maybe. Taking a seat at his desk you noticed how scattered his papers were.

Eyes gliding over his options of book, all about galaxy. None of his major books were on the table. Almost calling for him not until your eyes stop on a blue diary with sunflower sticker on it. He never had a diary before, it urges you to look at it as you felt the familiarity.

You flipped the pages open. It was your handwriting.

If there’s another universe where I can stay at the same place appreciating, you more than before. I would do everything to get there.

“Oh, I wrote this? Why don’t I remember such things?” You’re obviously weirded out, this is Felix notebook, but your handwriting was there.

Galaxies on your eyes

You keep flipping until the last word you wrote. Staring—no, maybe glaring intensely on the paper as you read until the last words.

I will remember you forever Felix, I love you “What is this?”

“You saw it” His voice blooms over the silence as I stood up staring at him. “What is this, Felix? What game are you implying?” You push the book toward his chest, hating the way he looks at you right now, how it felts strange and eerie at this point.

“Y/N it’s your handwriting, you know about this” Feeling him coming closer you took a step back. “Knowing what— “

A rush of adrenaline went over you, pieces of memories that you never go through seep into your brain as if it was wiped out perfectly before. You were there, on the street floor clutching Felix lifeless body crying for help as his blood smears the shirt he gifted you.

“No! What is happening Felix? “He wasn’t there anymore. Glancing at every corner of your bedroom, there’s just you. Standing there. Your bedroom slammed open; all the boys stared at you worryingly. Stomping towards Bangchan as you grab his collar harshly. Hands shaking.

“What happened to me? Where’s Felix?!” The familiar glint that you saw before on Changbin was enough to give you a hint about whatever happened before.

The memories were true. The scene is true. “I’m sorry y/n. I’m so sorry” Feeling your knees weaken, lifelessly holding onto Bangchan. You trick yourself. You locked the possibility of hating to know the truth. Minho kneels in front of you, taking your cold hands into his warm ones. “It has been 6 months y/n. Felix is no longer with us— “

All this time, it was just a memory of him. He doesn’t exist but just a hint of memories that your brain plays along. “Why no one told me?” Your body was shaking in anger and disappointment. Tears on your face fall down the floor. “It is because you’re hurting yourself and we don’t want you to go through it again, we’re sorry” Minho caresses the scars on your wrist. “You’re lying inside the bathroom and all of us didn’t want to see that again even if it means to let you like this.”

All this time, it was you creating the images of him. There’s no longer him, that was just another hope that you didn’t want to let go. A hope that you wish he wasn’t dead but alive, loving you. Like a fool.

[prof-peach]

Does 'magic' exist in the Dotakuverse? Like, human beings performing actual spells, there was an episode of the anime where Ash got transformed into a Pikachu.

What does Peach think about it, does she believe in it? I can imagine she's sceptical, at least until some inexperienced magician accidentally turns her into the world's buffest Roserade.

She doesnt believe...well. She says she doesnt, but is still terrified of the concept of it. So if youre scared of it surely you have some capacity to believe in it?

Of Peach, Rei, Plum, and Grey, Peach is the only one to have seen ghosts, and to have experienced unusual events, or "magic" if you want to call it that, and the staff all believe its because she's the one who believes it the most deep down, and believes it with fear. She doesnt hunt for these weird things, nor chase them down and try to prove them right or wrong, she activley avoids it all, its creepy to her, she's got jobs to do and has no time for it.

If asked she will wholly suggest its all smoke and mirrors, cant be true, and magic isnt functional...but then cleanse tags? is that not magic? Grey believes, he's convinced, because you cant explain some items without it. And surely all magic is just science thats unexplained yet? Peach is in a deep state of denial lol. She'd be a Bewear, an extra spicy one. Earth shatteringly powerful mon, theyre already tanks, add peach to that mix? Unstoppable. Take on anything.

((As a creator I dont involve it much because it muddies stories for me, I like a more logical approach most of the time, but I do think it has a place in the worldbuilding for the sake of fun, fear, or whimsy, and while I dont believe humans can perform actual magic at all in the Dotakuverse, I do believe pokemon skills/abilities and ancient energies can appear like magic, and be classed as that. Besides who doesnt love a halloween story where you wake up in the wrong body, or as a pokemon?? it is a fun line to explore, even if its not canon.))

[hometoursandotherstuff]

The Strauss Mansion Museum. New Jersey Paranormal Investigations recently visited and shared stories of unexplained paranormal incidents that have occurred at the residence, Atlantic Highlands, NJ.

New Jersey Paranormal Investigations members JT and Sandy, make their way to the second level of the mansion.

Sandy shows a book that seems to act as a magnet to unexplained activity.

“There’s something about this book,” said Sandy. “It seems to be a hot spot.”

The book captured on camera, glowing with light.

Patty, of the Atlantic Highlands Historical Society, shows how the book titled ‘The Victrola Book of the Opera’ has moved on its own.

Members JT, Sandy, Barry, and Michele.

A child’s wooden desk that sits in a third-floor bedroom has a lot of activity.

Strauss and his wife Jeanette were dead by 1907, and the property became a revolving door. By the 1970s, the mansion fell into disrepair as an illicit boardinghouse. It was condemned in 1981 and was about to be bulldozed when it was purchased by the Atlantic Highlands Historical Society.

The NJ Paranormal team is comprised of volunteers and their case studies are free of charge.

In 2014 a society board member who was standing outside the house, reported seeing a black apparition pass across the second-floor bathroom window. Sandy has been studying a third-floor bathroom in a wing of the house that is closed to the public. This part of the mansion was never refurbished; it remains in its cracked-plaster state.

Someone is said to have died of an overdose in the bathroom, although they’ve never found documented proof.

Like any 130-year-old structure, it has warts. The roof must be replaced and the furnace is on its way out.

Earlier this year, Patty struck a deal with Barry and New Jersey Paranormal Investigations: Run some fundraiser ghost-hunt events (which all have sold out) in exchange for free rein to investigate the mansion.

Barry talking about the mansion. “This was the first time we went into a place where we had some type of instant activity,” he said. “Is that positive proof that it’s haunted? No. But that’s very unusual.”

JT explains how a few items on a countertop moved and fell without human assistance.

There have been 14 owners of the Strauss Mansion, a 21-room Queen Anne-style house, built in 1893 for a wealthy New York merchant family. The first was Adolf Strauss, who built it as a summer home with spectacular views.

An observation tower that rises above the neighborhood like a vintage haunted-house spire, is an imposing place.

The main mission here is to preserve history. None of the furnishings are original; they’re all authentic donations from the late-Victorian period.

“A haunting doesn’t have to be from something catastrophic or murder,” Barry said. “I tell people all the time: What you see on TV or in the movies is just that — TV or the movies. Maybe a family has fond memories and they want to come back and revisit?”

Take the book, for example. It was published 10 years after Adolf Strauss' death. It was donated to the mansion at some point. The team has studied the tome forward and back. Did Strauss or his wife love opera? Was there a reason it was cracked open to page 8, which features the New York Metropolitan Opera? This is not Hollywood. Sometimes, there are no answers.

Michele shows a written message on the wall of an upstairs bedroom.

The basement is also a main source of paranormal activity.

Patty of the Atlantic Highlands Historical Society. In 2021 a security video recorded a male voice clearly yelling “get out!” at Patty and some other visitors. “Nobody heard it at the time,” Patty said.

The mansion is not decked out like a theme-park haunted house, although there is an old wooden coffin that’s been the basement for longer than anyone could remember (empty, for the record).

https://www.app.com/story/news/weird/2022/10/17/new-jersey-most-haunted-house-strauss-mansion-museum-atlantic-highlands/69557584007/

[connectparanormal]

Ghosts at Avebury Stone Circles

Wiltshire, England, is home to the stone circles of Avebury, a site rich in historical and psychological significance. The mystery and folklore surrounding these ancient stones, dating back to the Neolithic period, have lingered for a significant duration. The myths that surround Avebury are filled with a variety of narratives, but some of the most intriguing are those that include ghostly apparitions. These reports continue to enthrall both locals and visitors alike, contributing to the site's reputation for being mysterious and mysterious itself. It is widely believed that the occurrence of ghost sightings in Avebury is due to the mysterious nature of the stones themselves and the location's deep historical roots. People widely believe that these stones, imbued with a spiritual force, serve as a transitional medium between the material world and the supernatural realm. The fact that Avebury has been a site of human activity for thousands of years, with layers of history offering ideal ground for ghostly traditions to develop, lends credence to this notion and has been a source of support for it.

One appearance of a spectral horse and rider constitutes one of the most often reported types of apparitions. Several witnesses have reported witnessing a ghostly figure galloping calmly across the terrain, only to disappear into thin air when it had completed its journey. This frightening sighting is frequently associated with the location's history, potentially connected to ancient rites or conflicts that may have taken place in the neighborhood. This apparition appears to be reoccurring, indicating residual haunting, which occurs when events from the past leave their mark on the surrounding environment. Tales abound of shadowy beings moving among the stones, visible from the corner of the eye. These accounts are in addition to those of the horse and rider. These individuals, dressed in cloaks suggestive of druids or old priests, add to the mysticism surrounding the location. Some visitors have reported experiencing rapid temperature decreases, a common indicator of paranormal activity. Additionally, some visitors have reported experiencing an unexplained sensation of dread or feeling as though they are under observation. On the other hand, skeptics argue that a variety of factors, such as natural occurrences and psychological influences, could contribute to these spectral experiences. The stones' unique arrangement and size can create unusual acoustics and shadows, making one feel joined in the environment. Furthermore, the human mind has a natural tendency to discover patterns and meanings, particularly in places with a significant cultural background and a long and illustrious history. This propensity can result in the erroneous interpretation of everyday occurrences as manifestations of supernatural phenomena.

The ghost sightings at Avebury continue to attract interest and curiosity, despite the fact that different people have different opinions. The possibility of coming across something that is not of this world is something that many people find to be an additional attraction when they visit the location. Regularly held ghost tours and paranormal investigations invite participants to explore Avebury's mysteries under the cover of darkness. People are able to engage with the tales associated with the location in a way that is palpable through these events, which frequently combine the excitement of the unknown with the education of history. The sightings of ghosts at Avebury stone circles are an essential component of the allure and mystique surrounding the location. Without a doubt, these stories contribute to the cultural fabric of Avebury, regardless of whether one considers them to be the result of actual interactions or the result of imagination and the influence of contextual conditions. The tales of apparitions, spectral figures, and weird happenings contribute to an environment that is both haunting and compelling. This aura ensures that Avebury will continue to be a destination of wonder and interest for future generations.

[bts-fic-collection]

Could you recommend some long yoonmin a/b/o. I'm having trouble finding good ones I haven't read yet

I can - hopefully you won't have read these ones! :)

Law of Attraction by Rory

Rating: E

Status: Incomplete

Word count: 75,680

Summary: Jimin's mind and soul are ones of an Omega, but his body decides to go into its first rut regardless. Despite becoming a newly presented Alpha, Jimin can't shake off the unexplainable and unquenchable desire to submit. With his Omegaen tendencies, Jimin has to learn how to navigate life in the compound's Alpha den, where he meets the rather unusual Alpha Min Yoongi, who's determined to show Jimin just how much of an Omega the younger boy can be in his presence.

the space between where our ends meet by Kanrakui, toalltheeggmcmuffins, and Yoonmin239

Rating: E

Status: Incomplete

Word count: 305,075

Summary: Alpha Dr. Min Yoongi inherits his estranged father's fortune and searches for a suitable mate to spend the rest of life with. His choice is socialite Omega Park Jimin who comes from an aristocratic family whose fortune has waned. Unbeknownst to Yoongi, his future Omega mate has only accepted the Alpha's hand due to the lies and manipulation of the Omega's mother. What will happen when Yoongi discovers that the foundation of his marriage is based on lies and that his beloved Omega's heart already belongs to another?

take me to the lakes by toalltheeggmcmuffins

Rating: E

Status: Complete

Word count: 68,484

Summary: Park Jimin has always known he will one day marry Min Yoongi, their betrothal has been arranged since before they were born, contingent upon their presentations. Once Jimin presented as an omega and Yoongi an alpha the engagement was set in stone.

Park Jimin was okay with the fact that he will marry Min Yoongi. The alpha was kind, they got along well, and he was increasingly good looking with age. Jimin was even excited to be matched with the older boy. But when Jimin stumbles upon something he shouldn’t have seen, something that only reminds him of his place as an omega, Jimin is heartbroken and vows to never let an alpha look down upon him for his subgender.

Now, Park Jimin is not okay with the fact he will have to one day marry Min Yoongi.

aka a cliche a/b/o, childhood friends to enemies to lovers, arranged marriage, angsty yoonmin fic with a lil (a lot) political plot to spice things up

Werewolf 101 - a learn-as-we-go guide on werewolves by sayanah

Rating: E

Status: Complete

Word count: 113,616

Summary: "Listen, I have to say that it's really confusing to find another wolf on campus because I was pretty sure I was the only one, but I'm guessing your pack might be new or so? In any case, I think it's a good idea if our packs get in contact to –"

The guy cuts himself off before looking at Jimin in shock, and hissing out: "Oh my god, are you going into heat? What the fuck are you doing at uni?"

Or: Jimin has always been a bit different, but never knew exactly how different until he encounters a guy with an amazing scent on campus, and promptly starts feeling really weird. What follows is a crash course on what it means to be a werewolf, and he might just end up finding love at the same time...