#moony writes

[swhatever]

having miguel o’hara thots right now

more specifically sub miguel

miguel o’hara. the spider-man 2099, the leader of the spider society, stopping multiversal threats everywhere, coming home and getting on his knees for you.

his colossal form, begging, whimpering on his knees for just a taste because baby you wont even have to do anything just enjoy it please because hes so desperate for you that even just the scent of you would make him go insane. hes so lovesick that youre in control without even trying.

sub!miguel biting your shoulder to quiet his whimpers because you dont want to wake the neighbours do you sweet boy? even though youre barely even touching him and he already feels like hes losing his mind.

sub!miguel letting it slip during sex that you control him and it takes everything in you to keep your composure because damn you knew you had an effect on him but by that much? the advantage is not lost on you by any means

sub!miguel switching to spanglish when hes desperately overwhelmed because he just cant think anymore because its just so much, maam, cant take it

sub!miguel desperate for you at any given moment

GOOD LORD 🗣️🗣️🗣️

[celestialspark]

Summary: After having followed up on a statement about the singer of the Lorelei, Jon just can't get Martin Blackwood out of his head anymore which leads to sleepless nights.

Status: completed

Chapters: 1/1

Word count: 791

I'm having a really stressful month and just don't feel like I'm able to do my current WIP any justice - so have a short that came to me after me watching @lonelyslutavatar 's Lonely Bar animatic once too often again!

[moony-ghoul]

lil snippet of swisstom wip it was gonna be soft and cute but i wanted to write angsty

[oficiallymoony]

SYNOPSIS: After a few years, Yohan finally see an old friend.

PAIRING: Priest Yohan x Enchantress!Fem!Oc

WARNING: Angstish?

CHARACTERS: Priest Yohan, Moon Enchantress ( Maria Madlock ), Death Enchantress ( Inari Hill, mentioned ), The Elemental Sisters ( mentioned )

FANDOM: Alternative Universe

AUTOR: Yeah it will happen a romance between then, please don’t kill me 😭 — Also, should I make it a series of One-shots or a Book/Fanfic?

For years she disappeared, hiding in the shadows and protecting her COVEN, known as The Elemental Sisteers, however, on a fateful night, when they were in one of her cults, they were attacked by Demons, the bad thing was that they were still weakened due to being On the Waning Moon, Sisters were too weak to fight, which consequently caused them to suffer a huge loss, they were destroyed the Enchantress and their pupils, killed, and only two managed to escape with their Familiars.

The New Moon Enchantress, Maria Madlock and her Familiar Draugolf, a Moon Wolf & The Death Enchantress, Inari Hills with her Three Familiars, The Three Spirit Cats: Macaria, Thanatos and Circe, the Spirts of Death.

In the midst of that chaos they ended up getting lost and following opposite paths, now, the Moon found herself alone somewhere in that forest in the company of her Moon Wolf, a large wild dog that could even serve as a mount if she wanted to.

At that moment, Maria and her familiar were walking through the forest looking for some sign of civilization, the Coven was extremely far from the city so, they would need to follow the road with a certain safe distance so that they would not be seen; especially on account of the huge wild dog with her.

Draugolf huffed.

“ We're too far away.. we won't have a chance to find them, if we go back, we'll surely run into those demons, we have no choice… we have to go on and find a place to stay until the dust settles ” — She sighed as walked, her feet making the dry leaves crunch on the ground.

' We should have followed them... we wouldn't be in this situation if we had done that ' - Drougolf's voice came in her mind.

“ Of course, in the midst of that chaos we would think of following them while all our other two sisters were being ripped to shreds by those demons ” — She spoke in a sarcastic tone as she cast a sharp look in the direction of her familiar who responded with a roll of his eyes — " We can only hope that they are safe somewhere and that they managed to escape from those monsters "

' And wait for some sign from them.. ' - He commented.

“ That too ” — She sighed.

When they finished walking, having reached the end of the trail, which led directly to a highway, as she saw they had no option, she turned to Drougolf.

He knew what he had to do.

In the blink of an eye, from a large wolf, he transformed into a blue-grey dog of the Great Dane breed.

" Thanks, now let's go, I believe we are close to the city " — She said while putting her hands inside the pockets of her blue coat.

Of course when she ran away from the massacre she wasn't wearing that outfit, but using her magic, she managed to change her Coven outfit with more common clothes like a dark jeans, a white shirt and a blue coat and black alls stars sneakers, plus her auburn hair was loose and messy from running so much.

With that, they continued their walk along the side of the road, and at the same time paying attention if they saw any signs indicating where they were going and returning how many kilometers were still left to reach their new destination.

However, instead of spotting a sign, she spots an extremely familiar figure of someone she hasn't seen in over years.

She quickly recognized him from his priest's uniform.

“ Miss Moon, what a surprise to see you here ” — The young priest said with a sweet smile on his lips, clearly pleased to see his old friend.

“Yohan? Why are you here? ” —she said, clearly surprised; stopping her steps on the road.

She hadn't seen him in years, and she hadn't the faintest idea of his whereabouts in recent years.

Drougolf stopped beside her, letting out a small growl.

“ I came to visit my father, but I decided to take a walk in the woods before going there, would you like to come with me? ” —He invited her.

The Familiar looked at its owner as if silently asking her if she would accept the invitation.

“ Uhh… sure? I don't see why not.. ” — The redhead replied as she shoved her hands into her coat pockets and with that followed behind him, Drougolf following close behind.

However, she kept a certain distance between the two.

“ So how are you and your sisters? Are you all okay? Are you still serving Lady Selene? ” —He might be a Priest, but that didn't mean he would disrespect their faith and what they served.

She was dead silent, which made him stop walking and with that he turned to her.

“ Moon? ” — He Questioned.

“ They are dead, all of them, killed by demons… well, I think that except one who also managed to escape… Sister Death managed to escape, but I haven't heard from her for days.. ” — She replied, her voice carrying pain and nostalgia.

His eyes slightly widened.

But finally it seemed that the dots connected for him, New Moon was always loyal to Selene, her most loyal pupil and practically the first of all, the one who possessed the most knowledge of Lunar Magic.

Only something horrible like that would make her flee her sanctuary.

" My condolences, Moon, may they be resting in peace " — He said, making the sign of the cross — " I will pray for them tonight before I retire to my bed "

The Enchantress simply nodded in agreement, saying a small 'thank you'.

“ You… you've been alone since then? ” — He questioned.

Drougolf barked, as if to say he was still there.

“ Yes… Me and Drougolf have been wandering the forest since then, we're looking to get to the next town to look for shelter and wait for the dust to settle… ” — She explained while keeping her gaze on the ground.

She was feeling like she was talking to a complete stranger, Johan used to be her closest friend but now that he had become a real priest it left her feeling like she was talking to someone completely different.

After all, she was what his religion considered a 'Witch'.

“ Why don't you come with me to my father's house? I'm sure they'll have a room for you there ” — He asked, stopping in his tracks.

" Johan I don't want to disturb, Drougolf and I can manage, we can reach the next town in a few hours, from the signs I saw we are not very far " - Maria tried to argue.

“ Please, I insist, I won't be able to lay my head in my pillow without feeling guilty for leaving you here at the mercy of the world ” — He said with a sad smile.

Drougolf looked at the redhead, waiting for her answer.

The young woman sighed.

“ Okay, I'll go with you, BUT… I'll only stay for a few days, understand me? ” — She warned.

“ For me that's more than enough time, it will be enough time for us to talk and catch up ” — Johan chuckled.

However, she remained silent.

Her silence was slowly killing him, it was as if she had placed an invisible barrier between the two, even their distance was too much for him.

He wasn't enjoying this.

Yohan knew that she was a witch, not just any witch, but one of the best good witches that ever lived, however, he never thought that his becoming a priest would affect her so much when they saw each other again.

He didn't blame her, the story itself told how women like her had suffered at the hand of the church.

But at the very least, he was grateful that he had finally found her after years.

TAGS: @werelosingdaylight

[autistic-evil-xisuma]

they echo through the frame and six feet down

Ex of a few months ago would have leaned back, crossing their arms. Replied, "Me," in a cocky tone, as a taunt, a challenge, drowning uncertainty in the thrill of making themself something to fear. Those actions felt hollow to Ex now. They didn't know why.

Evil X & Xisuma centric, with other side characters

Word count (chap 1/?): 3,827

Warnings: depression & mental health issues, past abuse, past mind control, vague description of an anxiety/panic attack

bc I'm silly I used the HC season 9 seed to make a map of Ex's route lol.

[ID: a minecraft map of the hermitcraft season 9 world with banner waypoints on it. On the east in a forest biome is a pink banner labeled "ex's depression hole". Across the map are red banners showing ex's journey, going through forest, plains, and a snowy biome, to a green banner close to the spawn rock labeled "aprox. xisuma's starter base". /end ID]

[mooniacs]

For Black History Month, I'm reviewing an awesome book I've been reading/researching!

I want to bring to attention some important passages written by Dr. Marimba Ani in her exemplary book, Yurugu: An African-centered Critique of European Thought and Behavior,

SOURCE: Page 102, Utamawazo: The Cultural Structuring of Thought

The Native American teachings says: "in differences there is the strength of the Creation and that this strength is a deliberate desire of the Creator." And "the spiritual quest is to determine the proper relationship that people have with other living things. The universe manifests life energies, the whole life-flow of creation. The person is dependent on everything in the universe for their/his/her existence." The European (Western) epistemology has always used the ideological tool of violently dividing people in order to conquer them; "(…) European history of bloody internecine wars and battles fought to maintain a particular particular character (or narrative) and to eliminate opposing influences."

Wars and violence is the European’s most common tool to enforce their empirical ideology, although it is not the only tool: Western philosophy, propaganda, and paranoid reading often act as components of the imperialist machine. In contrast, indigenous peoples (including Africans, the African diaspora and afro-indigenous peoples) understand the cosmos as this:

SOURCE: Page 30, Utamawazo: The Cultural Structuring of Thought

I want to stress that when Dr. Ani talks about the "European," it is not a monolithic generalization of a specific ethnicity, race or culture, but the culmination of Plato’s reality and the ideological machinations used to maintain such a reality, which primarily started after the emergence of Platonic thought: a reality which contradicts the majority of non-European cultures and thus is in constant survival-mode.

Dr. Ani writes, "It is appropriate (…) to make some obvious observations about what African, (Native Americans), and Oceanic majority thought-systems have in common to the exclusion of European thought. All of the views mentioned are spiritual in nature; that is, they have spiritual basis and thereby reject rationalism and objectivity as valued epistemological modes. Obviously, they do have rationalistic and pragmatic aspects but these do not dominate. These views generate an authentic cosmology, the inter-relatedness of all being."

It is not unreasonable to consider that the European epistemology is both "young" and unnatural (we understand by now that the Greco-Roman empire was not necessarily ancient compared to older cultures and epistemology; Native Americans have oral history that suggests they have lived for as long as 25,000 years on their sacred lands).

She suggests that all of European philosophy may ultimately be "a footnote to Plato," which generates a contradictory sense of self in human beings, and how this so-called self relates to the cosmos. The European is not necessarily "white" as we understand it via white nationalism and white supremacy; in truth, even a visibly Non-European human being can be susceptible to European Thought and its oppressive, hateful ideology-culture.

Dr. Ani reflects on Rene Descartes, who further divides reality into "mind" and "matter," resulting in "the greater fragmentation of the universe, in which we perceive a multitude of separate objects and events; the mind, having separated from the body, is given the task of controlling it." As a result, the human being is split into "conscious will," in direct opposition of "involuntary instincts."

Philosopher Kevin Scharp states that there "are clear, unbroken lines of influence lead(ing) from ancient Greek and Hellenistic philosophers to Roman philosophy, Early Islamic philosophy, Medieval Scholasticism, the European Renaissance and the Age of Enlightenment." Furthermore, Martin Litchfield West suggested, "contact with oriental cosmology and theology helped to liberate the early Greek philosophers' imagination; it certainly gave them many suggestive ideas. But they taught themselves to reason. Philosophy as we understand it is a Greek (and subsequently European) creation."

The reader may assume that Greco-Roman philosophies inspired by Eastern philosophies and early Islamic teachings (as well as ancient African cosmologies) must mean that the proto-European deeply respected their teachers and philosophical predecessors. But this is not entirely factual, especially today. To the European, non-European worlds and realities are simply backdrops for their imperial imaginations and desires, their insatiable hunger for equity and power over Non-Europeans and "reality" itself.

Modern Western philosophy is the successor of ancient Roman philosophy, tailored specifically to cater to the European-dominated reality in which they manifested through imperialism, the military industrial complex, capitalism, propoganda, preemptive programming via capitalistic creative entertainment, and colonialism… which includes the tourism industry.

We can not deny that capitalism, propoganda, and specifically the tourism industry has created a world that caters to the European. Many examples of their oppressive, violating tourism exploits can be found among the lands of indigenous peoples: the Kalash of Afghanistan sharing their sacred "pagan" festivals with tourists, the safari tourism in Africa dominated by white-collar tourists parroting apartheid hunters, the pasifika peoples of Oceana imitating "spiritless" traditional festivals, the indigenous tribes of South America selling beads and wares to self-proclaimed mestizos and tourists… the list goes on.

Dr. Ani mentions the infamously cruel Christopher Colombus as he describes what he called "Indians" (Native Americans): "Anything they have if it be asked for they never say no, but rather invite the person to accept it, and show so much lovingness as though they would give their hearts."

And Captain Cook on native Hawaiians: "These people merited our best commendations, in this commercial intercourse, never once attempting to cheat us, either ashore or alongside the ships. Some of them (…) betrayed a thievish disposition; or rather they thought that they had a right to everything they could lay their hands upon; but they soon laid aide a conduct, which, we convinced them they could not persevere with immunity."

Colonizers would regularly sever the hands of these so-called thieves, similarly to the way they would cut the hands and feet of enslaved Native Americans and Africans in rubber plantations. Their differences did not seem to matter to the European; ultimately, to them, all Non-European were not truly human, and therefore their humanity and cultures did not deserve to be treated with respect.

Pasifika cultures behaved with sincere loving-kindness and a "giving" nature that, in Captain Cook’s terms, felt "more like a religious duty, than the effect of mere liberality."

Cook accused the native Hawaiians of a "thievish disposition" when this was actually a projection of their oppositional ideology. The Europen’s need to find the "otherness" or "savage." In reality, in truth, Hawaiians (and others of the Pasifika diaspora, such as the scorned Ferdinand Maggellan’s "island of thieves") were simply gift-exchanging. They took what they had assumed were Cook’s gifts to them, as a gesture of mutual exchange.

More than anything, the circumstances seemed to reflect the indigenous people’s inherent understanding of fairness and equality. And the European’s inability to perceive reality beyond their own rigid, exclusive understanding.

We know how the stories go from there by now, don’t we? Colonizers colonized, and all their violent plunders were at the expense of all indigenous peoples, including the Celts (Irish), Norse hordes, etc.. But colonization did not stop with the Spanish Armada or Manifest Destiny.

I enjoyed the book, even though it can come across as leaning a bit too hard on the "Hotep" idea, which idolizes Ancient Kemetic (Egyptian) superiority and thus a monarchical system.

Many have forgotten, or choose to ignore, the truth about Africans and the African (Black) diaspora: that they are indigenous peoples, and are as inherently part of the indigenous community as Native Americans and Pasifika (Oceanic peoples). And Black Native Americans exist. Like many ancient peoples that existed before the European, they possessed their own philosophies, mindsets, and cultures that contradicted and actively rejected Western epistemology.

The Contemporary Journal of African Studies reviews Abraham W.E.‘s work, The Mind of Africa, as: "a challenge to all African minds to direct their thoughts and passion to the urgent need for African unity."

Pan-Africanism focuses on the diversity of Africa; that Africa and indeed the African-structured Thought or epistemology is not monolithic or hegemonic in nature (as Kemet-worshiping "Hotep" conspiracy theorists would like the Black population to believe).

In the words of Dr. Marimba Ani, our culture is our people’s immune system; it protects us from the propaganda and manipulations of the European-American empire and their cognitive imperialism. Attempting to replace one oppressive empire with another monarchy or dictatorship is a direct violation of the Creator’s intentions for humanity.

Diversity, and more importantly an acceptance of these differences, is the key to true liberation.

However, I do believe that every ancient story or belief-system has a source. An origin. A true "cradle of (human) civilization". I have spoken fairly extensively about the Hindu/Buddhist cosmology with regards to Vrtra and the Asuras; the chi or "energy" that flows through human bodies.

But where did these notions spring up from within people’s consciousness?

Christopher I. Eijzu wrote the sensational anthropological book: Chi Symbolism as a Potent Mirror of Igbo Indigenous Worldview; wherein the Igbo of Nigeria, an ancient indigenous Afrikan tribe, practiced the usage of chi before the ancient Chinese empires began ingraining such a concept into their very way of life. The Igbo-speaking people of Southeastern Nigeria were a people who thrived in the spiritual and symbolic. The Igbo culture is at least 10,000 years old. Older than the oldest Chinese dynasty.

According to Dr. Eijzu: "The monosyllabic word Chi (pronounced in the first word of CHI – ef) primarily denotes a prominent spirit-being being closely associated with individual personality and fortune." There has been debates on whether Chi is an allegory to god as it is understood in judeo-christian theoloies (supreme being, omnipresent) or hindu cosmology (atman, god is within us all) by contemporary European scholors; or the indigenous view, which symbolizes chi as "concieved by the igbo as a spiritual-double and a spiritual guide of every individual human being."

There is still debate on what the Igbo’s Chi really is, but I personally would listen to the indigenous people who have practiced their ancient traditions for centuries.

[starelliie]

Sirius: I don't have a crush

*Remus, walking out from the bathroom, only with a towel on hips*

Sirius: *places a pillow on his legs*

James: something's up, ain't I'm right?

Where Sirius fights with his feelings, or more like, tries to while his body betrays him and Remus is the reasonable one, cause even though they are idiots Remus (maybe with a little help from James) makes the first step and they finally get together.

words: 3.2k

[r3musmoony]

New short fic on AO3! This work does come with an 18+ explicit warning and is a little sneak peak into the future plan for mine and Venus’ work “Being Blamed For A World In Which I Have Little Power”

Honestly Peter didn’t expect this to be how his day was going to go.

As an advisor to his kingdom’s crown, Peter has been to many places and seen many sights. He’s spoken to countless nobles, sampled many flavours, and been to many meetings.

This was the first time he’d ever been to a meeting where this had happened though.

King Ra’s al Ghul was every bit how people described him; regal, intelligent, and manipulative. The same used to be said about his husband but watching Tim pant and whine as his hips rolled all Peter could think of was that Tim was a whore.

Find the rest on AO3

[swhatever]

‘’beg for it.’’

kinktober ‘22 day 2: dom/sub

pairing: thorin oakenshield x reader (no y/n)

summary: thorin had a very terrible, no good, absolutely horrible day and all he wants is to be in you. you don’t allow him that reward until he earns it, however.

warnings: smut smut smut, also an ambiguous amount of teasing, afab!reader, femme titles (my queen, wife, etc), sub!thorin is best thorin, cunnilingus, face sitting, unprotective PiV (wrap it before you tap it kids), can you tell i’m trying and failing to be serious, aftercare our friend not our foe (briefly mentioned but aftercare is important gang!!!)

word count: 1847

a/n: KINKTOBER 22 BABEY!!!! sorry for posting this so late i may have forgotten what the gregorian calendar was <3 anyways love u i hope you enjoy the fic!!! i must admit its more soft!dom reader than but oh well we slay it fits the narrative

khuzdul:

amrâlimê: my love

ghivashel: treasure of all treasures

dushin-mizim: dark jewel

âzyungel: love of loves

khajimel: gift of all gifts

To say Thorin was tired would be an understatement. Well not tired, per se, but absolutely ready to confine himself to his chambers for the rest of eternity absolutely. And quite luckily for him (and even luckier for the rest of the kingdom), his duties for the day were done so nobody - except for his unassuming wife - would have to bear witness to his grovelling for the rest of the evening. 

And that was precisely what was about to happen. You were just trying to enjoy some light reading. You were about to try even harder as your husband unceremoniously threw himself on the bed beside you, his crown digging into your thigh as he hugged it like a child and their favourite toy. 

‘’Good evening to you too, husband.’’ 

A small ‘hmph’ was all you got in return, as Thorin dug himself further into your side. 

‘’The least you could do is bother to take your boots off, you big oaf.’’ Patting his head, you pushed him so you could look into his eyes. A half smirk graced his face, as his fingers rubbed circles into your thigh. He leaned up, barely hanging over the bed enough so he could take off his boots as you turned back to your reading. You were too focused on your book to notice the glimmer in his eye and the grin that adorned him as he took off his crown and stripped to his undergarments. It wasn’t until you felt a weight lift from the bed that you looked up to see him taking off his final layer, grinning at you the entire time. You rolled your eyes, turning back to your reading, ignoring the heat forming in your core. Thorin crawled across your king-sized bed (pun intended) and settled behind you, tucking his arms across your stomach and legs sat parallel to your own. He nuzzled your neck as you flipped a page, kissing and licking the divet between your throat and shoulder. You leaned your head back as you continued reading, attempting to focus on your novel as opposed to your husband’s affection. It wasn’t until you felt his teeth sink into your jugular that you bothered to acknowledge him. 

‘’Can I help you, Thorin?’’ you turned your head, raising an eyebrow as he stared at you. 

He hummed, nose nudging against your own, ‘’You look stunning.’’ 

You briefly looked down to your night shift and robe, before turning again to your king and love. ‘’That doesn’t answer my question, amrâlimê.’’

Thorin’s lips grazed against your own, his breath fanning your face. You smirked, turning back around. ‘’Well, you clearly don’t want to answer me,’’ you stated, turning back to your reading, ‘’so you clearly don’t deserve what may come with an answer.’’ 

You could practically feel Thorin’s pout pressing into the back of your head. ‘’My Queen, you wound me.’’ he murmured into your ear, ‘’I may have said you look stunning, but I suppose the word I was truly looking for was ravishing. You are a constant temptation.’’ And here you were all this time thinking he was as good with words as he was direction. Instead of reacting to his words however, you decided the best plan of action was to simply ignore him. He had his moment to speak up, and he was too late. Your husband simply brushed off your ignorance however, and immediately doubled his previous efforts of kissing your neck. Biting and licking over the marks he made, he gently guided a solemn hand down your front, tantalisingly slow. More like annoyingly slow, you thought with an internal sigh. Before he could reach ‘the most precious jewel of Erebor’ as he liked to call it (worst name ever, by the way), you placed your own hand upon his own and forced him to stop. ‘’Dushin-mizim,’’ the Khuzdul words dripping off your tongue, ‘’if you want me so bad, beg for it.’’ 

You hadn’t meant anything by it really, Thorin was always the type to lead in bed and you never really minded, but something came over you and you just felt like being an absolute bitch. Thorin halted his ministrations against your neck, and for a moment everything stopped, the only sound filling the room was your joint heavy breathing. Before you could ask what Thorin was thinking however, he had fallen to the floor and knelt before the bed, moving you so you sat in front of him. 

‘’My Queen, my wife, my âzyungel,’’ Thorin pleaded, staring at you with lustful eyes, ‘’let me please you as you know I can. I care not for my own satisfaction, only your own.’’ 

You quirked a brow, gently spreading your legs. ‘’Oh really?’’ You hummed, a smirk gracing your face, ‘’prove it.’’ 

Thorin needed no further instruction, pulling your legs forward as he ripped off your clothes. He stood up briefly to press a kiss to your lips, before making a descent down your body, worshipping every part of it. He kissed and bit every inch of your form, from your neck down to your ankles. He worked his way back up your legs, slowing his movements slightly as he reached your inner thighs, paying extra attention to the skin around your sex. You hummed, the sound acting as motivation to Thorin as he doubled his efforts. He placed one final kiss to your bud, before gliding his tongue directly down the middle of your pussy, clit to entrance. You moaned, your legs parting further to allow your husband easy access. Thorin took you in his mouth, ravishing you like a starved man, his nails digging into your thighs as he took you. Thorin moved upwards, his lips reaching for your bud, rolling it between his teeth as his fingers entered your leaking hole. He exited briefly to taste your juices. You gripped his wrist as he looked at you with wide eyes. ‘’Did I tell you to stop?’’ He shook his head, apologising profusely before his fingers re-entered your hole. You thought you heard a brief My Queen and Ma’am in there as he begged for forgiveness, but that was a thought to linger on another day. Your back arched as his fingers curled, and the heat in your core built and built until you felt yourself on the precipice of bliss itself. You came, moaning loudly, riding his face as you came down from your high. You were immediately forced back into arousal however, as Thorin doubled his efforts of pleasure. Picking you up and laying on his back so you sat on his face. His tongue darted around your pussy, before stopping at your hole. He entered you with a gasp on your part, before you started riding him. You briefly worried about smothering him, but Thorin’s intense grip on your thighs halted that thought before it had time to cement itself in your mind. 

You began riding him, panting as you went. ‘’You’re doing so well, ghivashel.’’ you moaned as you felt yourself on the edge of bliss once again. Thorin moaned into your pussy, the vibrations being enough to push you over the edge of pleasure once more. It wasn’t until you forced Thorin to stop that he exited your sopping hole, looking at you with lust blown eyes, his beard wet with your juices. You lifted yourself off him, moving back to sit on his lap. It became very obvious very quickly that he enjoyed that just as much as you did, as his member prodded against your front. ‘’You did so good, my love,’’ you smiled down at him, kissing him as softly as though you hadn’t just been riding his face more harsh than the winter cold. Your kiss quickly turned passionate however, as your tongue prodded against his lips, being granted an easy entrance before your tongues battled for dominance. You grinded against him as he moaned against your mouth. You parted your lips with him briefly, staring down at him with a smile. Thorin looked at you with brief confusion, but before he could speak you did. ‘’Amrâlimê,’’ you grinned, looking down at him, ‘’you did so well, I feel like I should give you a reward. Do you want that?’’ Your husband nodded frantically, his hands caressing your body, unsure what you wanted from him. Your fingers went to your mound, coating them in your juices before curling them around his cock. Thorin let out a guttural moan, hands flying to your hips for support. You slid your hands up and down a few times to coat his cock, before you lifted your hips and slammed down on him. You both moaned out, your groans and pants filling the air. Before Thorin could recover from this all too familiar sensation, however, you lifted yourself up before slamming down again, and started bouncing up and down on his cock rhythmically. Your hands went to his hair, tugging the salt and pepper strands harshly, making him cry out. He let you control him completely, and you enjoyed every second of it, milking every sound you could from him. Your pace sped up as heat built up in your core, your movements become more frantic and jagged. You both came with a scream, overwhelmed with bliss, him filling you with a cry. You pulled off him half-heartedly, his and your juices leaking out of you. You flopped next to him, not unlike when he first got back to your chambers.

You grinned at each other, a small chuckle escaping your husband’s lips. 

‘’Care to explain where that attitude came from, khajimel?’’ Thorin asked you, his arms curling around your side. 

‘’That attitude has always been there and you know it, and you clearly didn’t mind it not 2 minutes ago.’’ Thorin huffed as his forehead pressed against your collarbone. 

‘’Thorin,’’ you hummed, a small smile gracing your lips, ‘’I think you and I need a bath.’’ He nodded, going to get up and turn on the taps in the adjoining room. Before he could, however, you whined at him, your arms going up and grabbing for him a few times. He chuckled, picking you up with ease, and carried you to the tub. 

It wasn’t until you had both curled up in each other’s arms later that night that Thorin thought back on your words. He supposed he did like that attitude after all, and he had no doubt in his mind that it would likely come back to haunt him. He concluded many years ago that he would do anything for you, likely cast hook and bait into the sky to catch the moon if you asked, and he supposed your intimate moments shouldn’t be any different. And he did not find it arousing at all, thank you very much. (The only worse lie he told before that was when he lied about your feelings for you). He leaned into you, his last thoughts before he drifted off to sleep the sound of your breathing and the small smile on your lips. 

[celestialspark]

statements from the gap started with me writing a one-shot based on this drawing by @starfleetrambo​

Now that the fanfic has reached the original statement, I can post how I introduced the story in the beginning!

“Mrs. Robinson!”

Jamie looked up from the reception desk when she heard the young man who had been pacing in the entrance hall for the past half an hour call out to the Head Archivist.

To ignore the archival assistant – Michael? –, Jamie had been gluing her eyes on the logs and records of everyone coming to work today despite not processing even one name in them.

Now, the Head Archivist was finally arriving at work, way past noon. Jamie had given up on making head or tails of the Archives’ work hours anyway, but the timing of Gertrude’s arrival felt like she had been called in because of what had happened.

The receptionist almost let out a bitter laugh.

What could the old lady do anyway? Archive all the names of the employees that had disappeared? Write letters of condolence to the families of the employees that have mysteriously vanished? Being able to explain what the bloody hell had happened?

“Go back to your work and don’t talk about what happened.” That newly promoted Head of the Institute had obviously been furious when he came down the stairs. But the moment he looked at his employees, he had switched to a cold and calm tone – as if it had been their fault. What a prick that Bouchard was.

Did he even know what had happened? He hadn’t been down here. He hadn’t seen the child. He hadn’t felt the cold—

Jamie wanted to cry. She wanted to go home, throw herself under a blanket and just know that she was safe.

She wasn’t.

The longer she stared at the list of employees at the Magnus Institute, the more she knew that she wasn’t. There was just that knowledge gnawing at her brain.

Michael’s ramblings barely reached her ears. Only when he stopped, she noticed. Jamie looked up and saw both Gertrude and Michael staring at her. She flinched. There was something in Gertrude’s eyes. A certain kind of hunger. A thirst.

Then, a calm observation from the old lady: “I think you have something to tell me. Come.”

Jamie moved almost automatically. She shouldn’t be leaving the reception unattended. Especially not after what had happened this morning. She wanted to run away from this place. She wanted to be home. Despite everything, Jamie followed.

Gertrude wasn’t waiting for her as she walked with brusque steps towards the basement where the Archives was located. Michael had something like a look of pity for the receptionist before he quickly ran after his boss ere he was scolded by her.

In all her years of working here, Jamie had never been down in the basement before. It was dusty and the vents only did the bare minimum. It was suffocating, and Jamie immediately was back in the horror of today’s morning.

She barely noticed the way the other archival assistants down here looked at her. But she felt uncomfortably seen.

Closing the door to the Head Archivist’s office at least protected Jamie from them.

Throwing her cardigan over the chair, Gertrude fished for a tape recorder and sat down. She didn’t pause for anything. Neither for explaining nor for Jamie being fully sat down as well.

Instead, she clicked on the tape recorder.

“Jamie Barnes. Incident occurred at the Magnus Institute, London, 1st of July 1997. Gertrude Robinson recording.”

And Jamie knew what she had to do.

Jamie’s statement can be found here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/47153620/chapters/119564914 The fanfic can be read in any order but for the best way to speculate and theorize, of course the posted chapter order is recommended :)

[rainbowmoonstonestories]

I am almost done with chapter 8 and holy moly. This is intense.

[oficiallymoony]

MEET THE OCS AND THEIR RESPECTIVE LOVE INTEREST OF " YA AMAR "

BACKSTORY : " The Moon Enchantress is the strongest pupil of the Goddess Selene, a young lady of unfathomable magic, she can control the moon and stars as she chooses and is prophesied to rule and protect the Moon Sanctuary " - The COVEN of the Elemental Sisters is destroyed and most of them are massacred, only two witches survive, Lady Moon and Lady Death, however, during the attack they end up fleeing to opposite sides, thus being separated from each other. Moon now finds herself alone in the midst of the darkness of the depths of the forest with her Familiar, Drougolf the Moon Wolf, they wander through the forest looking for the nearest city for days, until finally they find a road that would take them to the center of the island's city, however, she ends up meeting someone she hasn't seen in over years.

MARIA MADLOCK AK MOON ENCHANTRESS

The first moon child in years, literally.

Is the dominant one in her relationships.

Insomniac baby, barely can sleep because of Selene's whispers.

Protective but needs to be protected ( Because she's a baby ).

Gray cat vibes.

Normally very calm but is actually very chaotic.

Moon, Cosmic and Sea Witch.

INARI HILLS AKA DEATH ENCHANTRESS

Very chaotic hardly listen to anyone ( except Maria ).

Biggest Cat person ever.

Best thing? Cheesecake.

Very overprotective with people she cares about.

Three spirit cats ( babies ) that she protects eith her life, literally.

( Lovingly ) bullies people but is secretly a softie.

Death, Green and Kitchen Witch.

PRIEST YOHAN AK DEATHS FAVORITE SON ( NOT LITERAL SON )

Youngest priest of the orthodox church ( yes girls in this universe he can fucking marry someone, and he will ).

Is basiclly Inari's child ( not literally ).

Golden Retriever energy.

Will melt at being praised.

( Not so ) secretly in love with Moon.

Will fight and thrown hands at anyone who disrespects or upsets Moon.

Calls Moons ' Noona ' wayyy to much for his own good.

VAN THE LUST DEMON AK MOON'S ( MALE ) BESTIE

Biggest bully of Yohan the Priest, they actually fight like dog and cat.

Is a huge simp for Death ( Ina ).

Moon's ( male ) Bestie.

( Not so ) secretly jealous of Deaths cats.

Will definitely kill for Death.

Huge Moon Protector.

Will steal Moon to bully Yohan, and Death don't get mad because she finds this really amusing.

TAGS: @werelosingdaylight

[autistic-evil-xisuma]

I LIVE. NEW IMIL CHAPTER. 💥

Fic synopsis: Evil Xisuma is trapped in the backrooms (unreality liminal hell dimension), Xisuma finds a camera card with videos Ex recorded there. Angst ensues. Mind the tags, and please don't read this if you have unreality/derealization issues.

Characters: Xisumavoid, Evil Xisuma, NPC Grian, Joe Hills, Grian

Link to chapter 6 on Ao3 !!!

SPOILERY SILLY DOODLES UNDER THE CUT

Image 1: A chart showing the relationships between the 5 main characters, Ex, Xisuma, Joe, Grian, and NPC Grian. There are simple drawings of their faces with labelled arrows between them to show their attitudes towards each other.

Grian to NPC: naur. not this guy

NPC to Grian: father why?

NPC to Ex: you're insane. we're friends now

Ex to NPC: you're insane. we're friends now

Ex to Xisuma: a one-sided text conversation, the first text says "I miss you", there's a break between them and the next two say "That was a moment of weakness. Fuck you"

Xisuma to Ex: stop making me confront things!

Xisuma to Joe: where. would I be without you. <3

Joe to Xisuma: oh buddy you have things to unpack

Joe to Grian: What are you hiding.

Grian to Joe: don't understand a word you say

Xisuma to Grian: WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU

Grian to Xisuma: LEAVE.ME ALONE

Xisuma to NPC: sillay :-)

NPC to Xisuma: npc rates: 👎👎👎

Joe to both NPC and Ex: need to know your life story

Ex to Joe: who are you

Grian to Ex: STOP INTERACTING WITH THAT BEAST

Ex to Grian: FUCK YOU

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Image 2: a very simple doodle of moony, a person with long-ish wavy hair, hunched over a computer and looking over his shoulder at the viewer with big sparkling eyes. On the computer is the wikipedia page for maggot therapy.

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Image 3: An edited meme with two drawings edited over pictures of the backrooms. The first is Ex in the backrooms level 2, pale and exhausted with blood smeared on his face, filming over his shoulder at NPC hovering ominously in the hallway behind. In the next image Ex is in the backrooms Hub level, looking more lively and smiling softly at the camera, NPC zipping around in the background. The first image is captioned in all caps "Bitches be like, Can't stand her fake ass!" The second is captioned, "*2 videos later*, Me and the bestie"

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Image 4: An edited text conversation from mangoball.

Grian: You better stay in that damn closet NPC

Ex: Not a very Healthy way to speak to gay people.

[moonyy-writes]

belamour ~ jean kirstein(5)

word count: 2,851

a/n: SO. it's been a while lol,, there's been a lot going on but i finally got some motivation to update this story, hope you enjoy &lt;3

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How Elise managed to find herself in this situation, she wasn’t sure. All she knew was she was practically trapped in a booth between Eren and the wall. A few hours prior, Jean called her and asked if she wanted to go out to dinner with the group. They somehow managed to get the only table left, an all too small booth in the corner. So now she was squished into the wall and Eren, with Armin and Mikasa next to him and then Niccolo, Sasha, Jean, and Connie were crowding the other side.

Elise wasn’t sure how to approach Eren, his stoic persona was even more intimidating now that she was forced to be next to him. She cleared her throat to gain his attention, only getting an irritated side glance. Determined, she gave him a small smile. “You’re Eren, right?”

He only grunted in response, not that interested in the new girl Jean brought around despite already knowing who she was.

“Well...I’m Elise, we didn’t talk much last time, but I figured now would be a good time to talk.” When she didn’t get any response, she continued. “Jean and I have history together, Mr. Smith, he’s a great professor. Though it’s a shame the class is boring.”

Eren seemed to be good at ignoring, he wasn’t even looking at her out of the corner of his eye anymore.

“This might be harder than I thought, getting you to talk I mean.” Elise laughed a little, “I could honestly be having more entertaining conversations with a brick wall.”

That earned a snort from Eren, though he tried to cover it up with a cough. But that was enough for Elise.

“Hey! I heard that!” Elise pointed at him, “don’t you try to hide it, I know I’m quite the comedic genius.”

Eren finally turned to her with an eyebrow raised. “If that’s what you wanna call,” he gestured at her, “Whatever you’ve got going on.”

Elise smirked, “Well you’re talking now, so who’s the real winner?”

Eren rolled his eyes, “Whatever, it’s not like it was an actual competition in the first place.”

“That’s what a loser would say, you just need to accept defeat.”

Eren just shook his head with a small smile.

“So what are you studying?” Elise prompted, putting her chin in her hands and giving him her full attention.

“Criminal justice, it’s something that’s always interested me. Freedom and all that. So many people are screwed over by the system and it’s always bothered me.” Eren explained, getting more open.

“That’s so cool, I could never understand half the things you’re learning.” Elise mumbled.

“It’s not that difficult once you get into it.” Eren swatted away her words. “What are you studying?”

“Social worker, I enjoy helping people. I just want to make a difference.” Elise said, shrugging her shoulders. “It’s probably the same thing every other person thought before they faced the truth of the job.”

Eren frowned. “Don’t think like that. You totally have what it takes to do it.”

“And you know that from one conversation with me?” Elise asked, raising an eyebrow.

Eren’s eyes widened a little, “I, um, I’m just being supportive, you know? You seem like you’d be good at it.”

“Okay okay, I’m just messing with you. You don’t have to worry.” Elise laughed a little, “You sure do talk a lot, don’t you?”

“Yes he does!” Connie shouted from across the table.

“Just doesn’t shut up,” Jean chimed in.

“Woah, I was only joking.” Elise said with wide eyes, holding her hands up in surrender. “You guys have some serious rivals with each other.”

“Yeah, horse-face-”

“Dude, nobody’s called me that since sixth grade.” Jean groaned.

Everyone else laughed as they watched the two go back and forth.

“Wait, wait, wait.” Elise laughed, “Horse-face?”

Jean’s face became dead serious as he looked at Eren. “Don’t. Don’t you dare.”

Eren stared back with an equally serious expression and nodded before accidentally making eye contact with Connie and bursting out laughing. “I’m sorry, I gotta show her.”

Jean groaned and buried his face in his hands. “Just make it quick then.” Eren pulled out his phone and began looking through his camera roll. “So when Jean was younger, his face was so long that it resembled a horse. It was quite the sight to be completely honest.”

He burst out laughing before showing Elise a picture of a teenage Jean, he was looking off in some other direction and it was mainly of his side profile.

“He looks like a horse, right? Like that angle just makes his face look so much longer.” Eren said through laughs, passing Connie the phone so he could see it too.

Elise tried to contain the warmth that was rising in her body. It wasn’t an unattractive picture, it was actually quite attractive. She just couldn’t bring herself to state that opinion. Instead, she let out a small laugh.

Jean brought his hands from his face to reveal a deep set frown. “Haha, very funny guys. You can stop now.”

Eren shook his head. “Nah, this is payback from all those times you’ve made fun of me.”

“The picture isn’t all that bad, it’s just the way the camera was positioned.” Elise mumbled, not able to bring herself to agree.

“See?” Jean practically shouted.

“Now, now, don’t make fun of him too much.” Levi scolded, “We all know his ego wouldn’t be able to handle it.” The table fell into fits of laughter once more, Levi only smirking slyly as he passed around everyone’s food. The noise only ceasing when everyone began eating.

Soon after, everyone was finished and they left the diner. Jean was walking a little ways behind the rest as they all were still in an energetic conversation. Elise slowed down to get in pace with him, lightly bumping him with her shoulder.

“You okay?”

“Yeah, I’m good.” Jean nodded.

Elise squinted at him. “Something tells me you’re lying.”

“Alright, alright.” Jean sighed, “Maybe I am.”

“It was the teasing wasn’t it?”

Jean shrugged, not wanting to admit how much the jokes really did get under his skin. He felt like he had to maintain his cool persona.

“The picture wasn’t that bad…” Elise trailed off, unable to say what she really wanted to.

“Oh you’re just saying that.” Jean rolled his eyes, “That’s one of many pictures they make fun of me with. Out of all the bad haircuts, they make fun of mine. Armin had a bowl cut until we were like seventeen!”

Elise laughed but quickly covered her mouth with her hand. “Sorry, sorry. We all went through that awkward phase, it’s inevitable.”

“Yeah, but is yours immortalized in the hearts of your closest friends?”

Elise patted his shoulder, unsure what to say to comfort him. “Like I said, it wasn’t that bad.”

~~~~

“Lizzie!”

Elise groaned as she grabbed yet another dress from Hitch, she was determined to find the perfect one for this party.

“This one will be perfect,” Hitch insisted as she held up a blue sparkly dress. It had thin straps and a deep neckline.

“That’s what you said about the last two.”

“I know, I know. But it’s for real this time.”

Elise slipped on the dress, zipping it up in the back and then twirling in the mirror. Maybe she could get on board with the whole dress thing, it accentuated all her curves. She stepped out and spun for Hitch with a laugh.

“Girl...you are drop. Dead. Gorgeous.” Hitch came over and fluffed Elise’s hair and applied lip gloss before stepping back and admiring the finished product. “Yeah it’s official, I have the hottest roommate on campus.”

“I think that award goes to both of us.” Elise laughed, “Where’s this party again?”

“It’s this guy, Zeke. He’s a senior and he’s really popular.” Hitch paused, “Anddd he’s hot.”

Elise rolled her eyes, “You say that about every guy.”

“Sure I do, but I actually mean it this time. Just wait and see, you’ll be fawning over him soon enough.”

They made their way to the frat house a few minutes from their dorm. It was in a populated, safer part of campus. Though surrounded by similar houses, it was definitely the biggest on the block. The big brick building had fancy white columns framing the front. The lawn was in good condition considering the amount of people littering the front lawn with cups in their hands.

Hitch grabbed Elise’s arm and dragged her through the front door and right to the drinks. She shoved one in Elise’s hand before picking one up for herself and going into the main room where the music was playing.

“See that guy over there?” Hitch shouted over the sound, pointing to a tall guy with a blonde beard and round glasses. “That’s Zeke.”

He had a bunch of girls crowding him and he seemed to enjoy the attention. He had a cocky smile on his face with his white button down and the top few buttons undone showing off his toned chest.

Elise winced and took a big gulp of her drink. That odd feeling passed through her, this whole place seemed off. As she looked around the room, she spotted several other popular looking people that were standing near Zeke. A short, buff guy with his brown hair slicked back stood next to a willowy girl, her messy black hair haphazardly pulled in a low ponytail. They seemed to be close, as they kept whispering to each other every few seconds and never seemed to go far from each other.

On the other side, there was a group of three that were huddled close. A muscular blonde man, with a small goatee stood next to a tall, lanky guy with short cut black hair and a shorter girl with bright blonde hair pulled back in a low bun. Her striking blue eyes could be seen scanning the room, even from across it.

Elise accidentally made eye contact with the tallest and he quickly turned to the others and leaned down whispering urgently. The other man nodded and slowly made his way to Zeke.

He whispered something in his ear with a slight tilt of his head. Almost immediately Zeke’s eyes lit up and snapped to Elise in an instant. The bad feeling intensified, along with her headache.

Elise winced and stumbled back, everything in her saying she needed to get out of the room and away from him. She didn’t know why, but he was bad news. Glancing around for a way out, she rushed through the kitchen and out the back door and into the cold night air. She breathed it in as she grounded herself.

She sat and watched the stars for a few moments, before the peace was broken when she heard the door open and close, then someone sighing.

“Too stuffy in there?”

Elise turned to see Zeke standing behind her, lighting a cigarette and leaning against the brick wall of the house. His round glasses glinted in the moonlight, in almost a mysterious way.

She sharply inhaled before responding. “Yeah, something like that.”

Zeke pushed himself off the wall and held out his hand. “I don’t think we’ve been introduced. I’m Zeke.”

“Elise.” As their hands touched, he gripped hers with both of his and shook it excessively, while maintaining eye contact.

“It’s very nice to meet you.”

Elise nodded and pried her hand from his grip, trying to subtly shake off the tingly feeling that was now going through her. She turned away and went back to watching the stars.

Zeke cleared his throat. “You’re Hitch’s roommate, right?”

“Uh, yeah.” Elise said dryly.

Zeke hummed. “Her and that Marlowe kid come here every so often, he’s an interesting person.” Something about his tone felt off, like he was holding something back.

“I guess so, I don’t hang around him that often.” Elise shrugged, hoping he would stop talking...eventually. “It’s weird I haven’t seen you around much, if at all.” He wondered out loud.

“Parties aren’t really my scene.”

“Well you’re welcome here anytime,” he stated, almost cocky.

Elise nodded before wrapping her arms around herself from the cold. She felt a coat being placed on her shoulders. Glancing at Zeke, he shrugged. “You seemed cold.”

He took a long drag from his cigarette and held it for a second in thought, before blowing it towards Elise. She coughed and waved her hand in front of her face, inhaling too much of it. Zeke did that once more before dropping it to the ground and snuffing the light. He watched with an unsettling smirk on his face as Elise coughed from the cloud of smoke surrounding her and silently slipped back inside.

Elise swatted the air in attempts to get rid of the fumes but they seemed to stick to her. Her breath felt like it was being sucked from her lungs the longer she struggled. Her heart was beating fast and her head pounded sharply until it all just stopped.

~~~~

When she became conscious again, she felt sticky heat enveloping her whole body. A strong, dry wind was blowing and blurring her vision. She heard shouting, followed by roaring and bright flashes of yellow light.

Once it cleared, she managed to see where she was laying. Slumped against a giant rock, she clutched her head and felt blood trailing down. She stared at her hand, time almost frozen. A huge boom shook her from her daze and her mouth dropped at the sight of a giant monstrous figure ahead of her. It had no flesh as it was only muscle. While its torso was lodged in the stone, its arms were swinging at the small people in front of it. People began rushing by and jumping off the side of the wall, seemingly going after the source of the sound. Loud crashes and roars.

Elise stood and stumbled forward to the edge and peered over, spotting two massive figures wrestling on the ground. The other people were gathering behind her, watching in fear.

One of the giants had hard plates covering the important parts of its body, while the joints were left uncovered. The other one seemed to be utilizing that weakness, as it managed to wrap its legs around the other and was forcing its head off. Another boom rang out, something was falling. Everyone began shouting when the one sitting on the wall began cracking and tilting, aimed right over the edge.

“Hey,” someone shook her shoulder. She brushed it off with a shrug, her head beginning to pound more.

“Elise,” she was shaken again. “What’s wrong with you?”

She blinked heavily and found herself back on the porch, Hitch frowning beside her.

Elise winced at her head aching, “Sorry, I don’t know what happened.”

Hitch shrugged, “It was probably the drinks. They’re cheap.”

Elise nodded as she pulled off the old coat Zeke had placed on her, it was now an uncomfortable reminder of his presence. “Can we go back to the dorm?”

Hitch nodded before cringing as they walked back into the house. “The party isn’t fun anyway.”

They passed Zeke and his friends on their way to the door. Elise felt their eyes as she stumbled through the house, clutching Hitch’s hand for support. She knew they were whispering and pointing, but she couldn’t bring herself to make eye contact. Hitch scowled and gave them the one fingered salute before they made it through the door.

~~~~

When they got back to their dorm, Elise’s condition had only gotten worse. As she had a fever and was bent over the trash can.

Hitch sympathetically rubbed Elise’s back and held her hair, knowing this was the least she could do.

After what felt like forever, Elise curled up under her blanket, peaceful snores soon following. Something she hadn’t had in a while.

Hitch gave her a sympathetic smile before placing a cool rag on her forehead and turning the lights out. She exited the dorm and softly shut the door before pulling out her phone and dialing a number.

“Hey, this is Jean, right?”

“Yeah, who’s this?” He gave a muffled response.

“It’s Hitch, Elise’s roommate.” She sighed, “Listen. Her symptoms are getting worse, tonight probably wasn’t a good night to go out.”

Hitch could hear Jean’s frown over the phone. “Wait, what happened? Is she okay?”

“Right now she’s fine, sleeping. We went to that big shot senior’s party, Zeke. I guess he was someone from then because I lost track of her when she went outside and I guess he followed her and caused her to remember something.”

“You’re kidding.” Jean practically growled through the phone. “Of course he had to go and fuck with her.”

“I know,” Hitch sighed. “She’s going to remember soon, like really soon and I don’t think it’s going to be good.”

“Yeah, I’ll figure something out.” Jean muttered.

“You better, I’m trusting you to keep her safe.” Hitch said, hanging up with a sigh.

hope you enjoyed reading :)

[mooniacs]

lately, it feels like the impulse of consumption has overridden people's ability to engage with art in a way that isn't self-serving, self-actualizing, or self-inserting. everything is a product. everything is meant to serve. serve the consumer. serve the industry.

this can't be the only way of engaging with art. especially art made by real, thinking, feeling people. it separates the creator's intentions and message(s) from the art itself, and while art can be interpreted differently and uniquely for every fan, it was still something that came from the creator. it belongs to the creator, and we should appreciate the beauty in the way their vision, and how that vision (a piece of themselves, a window for empathy) can resonate or connect with others. that connection is the miracle. the truth: that we are not alone. that we are connected by art. art is like science: it searches for meaning. science searches for objective meaning. art searches for subjective meaning. science engages with objective, physical reality. art engages with subjective, metaphysical reality.

but art is much, much older. art is the ancient songs of ancient peoples from across the globe. Beautiful cave paintings. Ritual masks. Body paint. Oral stories. Clay animals lovingly molded by hand. The symbolism and metaphors. The rebellious artwork demanding freedom for sudan, congo and palestne; the art demanding justice for oppressed peoples in the Americas or Africa. Art is alive. Art is not meant to be made for art's sake, or as an aesthetic tool for an oppressive, racist western epistemology. It's creation. It's connection. It can not be exclusively objective, because that was not the original point at all for art. Art is life. To create true life, art needs to be free of bigoted biases like anti-blackness, colorism, featurism, queerphobia, transphobia, ableism, and war propaganda. imagine a world that is different. kinder. wiser. more in tune with the world around us.

[starelliie]

I know you, Padfoot. I know you prefer running away from your feelings to talking about them. You ran your whole life. I know you're scared of them. I know you act like you don't care but deep inside you are one of the most sensitive people I know. But you're not a senseless machine like your parents. I also know you are petrified that because of what happened earlier there would be pin-drop silence between us again, I know how much it frightens you.

Pin-drop silence... How is that remotely possible with my heart somersaulting and with you sitting so often so dangerously close to me, your raven hair whipping haphazardly in a way I have come to adore and your silver eyes locking me in a trance with such intensity that looking away is unthinkable? I know silver hurts me, but the silver of your eyes gives me the feeling of safety and I could spend ages just looking into them. Your almond-shaped eyes constrict as you wink at me, unaware of the repercussions. The dimples that indent in the corners of your embellished skin are my last coherent thought as my head hits the pillow.

Love isn't like a new song, but like opening a book and finding a language you'd never seen before. I opened that book and the only thing I understood there was your name, written there with the most beautiful calligraphy I've ever seen. Before I knew I found myself falling for you. Hard.

(...)

where Remus writes a love letter to his brightest star

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