#the crypt

[necrobunni]

he came out the mask for them?

Task Force 141 x Reader (Ghost's Partner)

Summary: Ghost invites the team over to meet his partner. They expect grim. They get a goth haven and a soft, shirtless Simon and suddenly nothing makes sense anymore.

(long so under keep reading)

Group Chat: “The Lads”

Ghost:

come over

tonight

drinks and dinner at mine

time you met my partner

Soap:

wait what partner??

Gaz:

you’ve been dating someone????

Price:

this is a trap isn’t it

Ghost:

no trap

just show up

you’ll get it when you see

___

You open the front door to the sound of the team’s muffled surprise. Their footsteps fill your hallway as they step inside the apartment — yours, all yours — every corner drenched in deep, dark velvets, flickering candlelight, and subtle gold accents. A haven wrapped in shadows with the scent of sandalwood hanging thick.

You’re calm but sharp: locs loosely tied back, ink curling over your arms, rings catching the candlelight on your fingers, and gold jewelry glinting just so. Black clothes, effortless, a resting bitch face that tells people “don’t mess with me” but eyes that betray your warmth. You smile at them warmly and walk back towards Simon.

From the living room they can see Simon is already there. No mask. No armor. Just him, in soft grey sweatpants, chest bare, muscles relaxed and unguarded. His dimples flash when he smiles, that easy, teasing smile reserved just for you.

He’s leaning back against the couch, fingers lazily tracing patterns over your hand — and you’re perched on his lap, slipping seamlessly into that easy domestic intimacy.

Soap, Gaz, and Price stand frozen at the entrance, blinking in disbelief.

Simon looks up and grins wide. “About time you guys met them.” His voice is low and confident, that quiet authority that never needed a mask.

You catch his eye, and your lips twitch into a smile as he shifts, fingers briefly slipping beneath your shirt, tracing the curve of your ribs.

“So, yeah,” Simon says, eyes glinting as he leans closer, “they own the place. I just crash here.”

The team’s eyes dart everywhere. Soap can’t stop staring at the gold rings circling your fingers. Gaz’s mouth is slightly open, clearly distracted by Simon’s bare chest and the way his sweatpants hang low. Price clears his throat but his gaze is shamelessly fixed on the subtle bulge Simon’s hand is shielding.

“So you’re saying…” Soap finally blurts, voice cracking a little, “this is... home?”

Simon smirks. “Yeah. Home.” He presses a kiss to your temple, voice dropping just low enough for the team to hear. “And nobody’s keeping secrets.”

You grin, leaning into his touch. “Not anymore.”

___

Dinner is loud and warm.

Pizza boxes scattered across the coffee table, mismatched glasses of wine and whiskey, stories tossed back and forth like old songs. You pass a bottle to Soap with an arched brow and he blushes just trying to take it from your tattooed hand.

Simon keeps close, casually possessive — a hand resting on your thigh, or your waist, or tugging at your shirt just enough to remind everyone exactly where you belong.

At one point, you say something sharp and funny and Simon laughs — full and unguarded. His dimples show again, deep and rare.

Gaz damn near drops his drink. “Wait—you have dimples?!”

Simon shrugs like it’s nothing, but he’s watching them closely now.

“The no mask really fucked with you lot, huh?” he says, voice low and teasing, mouth curved in that slow, knowing way.

Soap stammers, completely undone. Gaz’s eyes flicker between Simon and you, caught off guard by how open and real Simon is without the usual armor.

Price clears his throat, trying to look composed but failing miserably.

Simon’s grin deepens. “Didn’t think it’d have this effect, but hey—guess I’m just full of surprises.”

You nudge his leg with yours under the table, and he gives your knee a squeeze.

___

Later, when the guys drift into the kitchen for another round, you and Simon stay behind in the living room.

His arm slides tighter around you, his fingers drifting beneath your shirt, slow and warm. His other hand rests on your thigh, his thumb tracing lazy circles over your skin.

“Kiss me,” you murmur, voice hushed.

He doesn’t hesitate.

The kiss is molten. Lazy at first, like a stretch after a long nap. Then it deepens, sharpens. His tongue slides against yours, teeth catching your bottom lip just enough to make you gasp into his mouth. One hand cups the side of your face, the other gripping your waist, your shirt riding up as he pulls you even closer. When you part, your lips are swollen, eyes glassy, and Simon’s grinning—dimples deep, mouth still chasing yours like he’s not done yet.

“Missed you,” he breathes against your cheek.

Before you can answer, you hear them—bootsteps approaching, half-muted voices.

You barely have time to shift before the team walks back in.

They freeze.

Johnny’s holding a bottle of whiskey and a set of tumblers. He drops one.

Gaz walks into the back of him with a low oof, and Price just… blinks.

Simon’s hand is still under your shirt. You’re still in his lap, his lips still kiss-wet, and your face reads pure satisfaction.

“Everything alright?” Simon drawls, completely unbothered.

Soap’s voice is way too high. “Y-Yeah! Yeah, all good, we—uh, just… wow.”

Gaz’s eyes dart between you and Simon’s hand, his gaze lingering on Simon’s chest, his abs, the lazy sprawl of his legs in those grey sweatpants. His lips part like he wants to say something but he’s forgotten how words work.

Price, to his credit, recovers quickest. “We interrupt something?”

Simon just tilts his head, mouth curving. “A little.”

He shifts, sitting upright—and the movement makes it worse. The sweats stretch. Muscles flex. You swear Soap whines under his breath.

Then Simon glances at them, slow and considering. “That was a welcome home for me,” he says, voice smooth. “So…”

He looks directly at Johnny. “Who’s next?”

Soap goes red. Gaz actually chokes.

Simon raises an eyebrow, not quite smirking, but close. “You lot always this flustered, or am I special?”

Gaz, flustered: “You’re—fit.”

Soap, absolutely unable to stop himself: “D’you always look like that under the gear? ���Cause fuck.”

Simon just leans back, hand still resting on your thigh. “I’m off duty, Johnny. You nervous?”

“Oh, I’m—” Soap clears his throat and shifts, very visibly. “Not nervous. Just tryin’ not to do something stupid.”

“You wouldn’t be the first,” you say, lips quirking, eyes on Gaz.

Gaz makes a sound that might be a laugh or a moan. It’s unclear.

Price sits down with a low sigh, clearly exhausted by everyone’s thirst. “Bloody hell, it’s gonna be a long night.”

Simon, deadpan: “Hope so.”

You grin widely and the team? They’re utterly doomed.

[coinandcandle]

Dearest Coin,

I have a Tarot deck that i got from a kickstarter (it looked cool), but I do not understand how Tarot works.

Could you tell me or lead me to somewhere where I can find the right information?

Oh boy do I!! I think a lot of people initially found me through my tarot posts lol. Here is a list of posts that aren't too long and can hopefully get you started from this masterpost.

The Origin of Tarot

The Suits in Tarot

Numbers in Tarot

Tarot Archetypes

Court Cards in Tarot

Shadow Cards Ask

The best way for me to learn was to figure out the basic meaning behind the suits, numbers, and imagery. So I used essentially an "If A and B then C" formula:

So if I pull the two of wands upright:

2 can represent Partnership, unity, balance, security, decisions.

Wands can represent Spirituality, Energy, Passion, Work

-> Then I can assume the two of wands means that there is likely a decision needing to be made or a next step to take involving a partnership, project, or job. This decision will probably be taking stability and balance into account. There will be a lot of energy put into either this decision making OR it will result in energy being placed in the decision actually made.

Then I look at the imagery. Is there a person? What are they doing? Does it seem to be a male, female, or gender ambiguous figure? If there isn't a person, is there an animal, or perhaps symbols? What do they mean to me?

Reversals

Some people don't read reversals, in my opinion this doesn't make sense to me and I feel it limits the potential of my deck BUT I am not going to yuck someone's magical yum.

Reversals are not necessarily the opposite of the upright, but can be the lack of what the upright is suggesting. So for the two of wands the reverse could be that you are stagnant. It's not that a decision doesn't need to be made, but that you are holding back on making a decision, one you've needed to make for a while. Or that you need to plan your next step before you jump in, perhaps because you have history or running in head first and now it is telling you to be patient.

Ultimately I will tell you that you should keep a guidebook with you, at least at first. Eventually things will stick! You've got this!!

Also link the tarot deck, bestie 👀

[its-halloween-night]

[kc-rising]

Riftwalkers

Class: Anomaly Danger Level: High

"Riftwalkers hail from a plane of existence parallel to our own. They feed off powerful magic that seeps between the cracks connecting our worlds. Occasionally, a Riftwalker may be able to wedge its horn into a particularly large crack and tear through to Sornieth, allowing it to enter our reality and wreak havoc. Their presence here creates distortions and rips that sometimes allow other, smaller anomalies to cross over as well, but the real danger is a Riftwalker's ability to bend reality around itself.

They are capable of changing the world to suit them with nothing but a thought, and often do it unconsciously. They also use this ability to hide themselves among the local inhabitants, warping reality to make themselves appear like normal dragons.

Gaston and Orin -- those are not their real names, but our closest approximation -- are two such specimens who worked their way into our world. We have gotten little information about why they are here, or why they chose to reveal themselves to us, but we suspect they're running from something, perhaps coming here was their only choice, and we're willing to give them a chance at a new life so long as they don't endanger our other charges."

-- Lucian

[itsaratdarrel]

I missed the text on the first playthrough, and didn't give it much thought, but it's no wonder Gabriella was messed up. Her family had a crypt for sourdough starter

[triste-guillotine]

THERGOTHON "Fhtagn-nagh Yog Sothoth" Demo 1991 (...'And now as the flames are frozen, We dive to the lake of ice. As the twilight fades away we drown, We drown and we hear the call')

"THE TOWERS THEY STAND SO TALL AND PROUD AT THE PLANES OF THE PLANETS OF MADNESS

THE REALM OF WIND AND THE DARKENED DEITIES THE BLACK GOAT OF THE WOODS WITH THE THOUSAND YOUNG

THE WATCHERS BEYOND THE UNIVERSE THE EYES TO HIDDEN DIMENSIONS

ENORMOUS BUILDINGS OF SLIMY BLACK STONE BUILT BY HANDS NOT SIMILAR TO MAN ON A BLACK STAR NEAR ALDEBARAN TWISTED SKY OF POISON CLOUDS

"DESPITE THE WASTE OUTLOOK THIS REGION IS INHABITED THE UNHOLY PRESENCE OF THESE ANCIENT BEINGS

IS ALMOST TOUCHABLE THEY CAN NEITHER SEE THEM NOR TOUCH THEM, BUT YOU CAN

FEEL THEM PRESENT AT ALL THE TIMES AND YOU CAN SMELL THEM, SMELL THEIR FOUL PRESENCE. . ."

WATCHERS UNDERSTAND YET THEY GUARD"

[stormethecat]

For anyone playing Sea of Stars, my code in the Crypt is 112228 if anyone wants to find me!

[jazmatazzzzzz]

What I spent the rest of my money on <3

[wexlermendelssohn]

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[stimwhenyourewinning]

End of Year Stimboard (2023): The Crypt

credit bellow

rubystims 2) backroom-sighren 3) x 4) heartnosekid 5) x 6) navystims 7) fuzzystims 8) neon-glowing-rainbow-stims

[calochortus]

The Crypt (mobile version edited with Snapseed). by Christina Marsh

[necrobunni]

pt. 2 to this lovely post

im exhausted if its fucked dont say anything

pairing: Morticia & Gomez Addams x Fem! stoner reader

summary: you wake up in their bed, very thoroughly claimed. breakfast, morning-after chaos, flirty shower antics, and your little sister already plotting your return.

You wake up draped in silk and sin.

The sheets are a black satin crime scene and your thighs are sore in the best possible way. Someone's teeth left blooming violets on your hips. Your lip gloss is gone. Your body glitter has migrated across multiple necks.

You're warm. Boneless. Claimed.

You try to shift and your stomach tightens at the memory: Morticia’s tongue against your throat, Gomez between your thighs like he was starved for centuries and you were the last luxury on earth. Their voices still echo in your ears—praise and poetry and filth in equal measure.

You remember the way Morticia’s lipstick smeared across your jaw when she kissed you—deliberate and unhurried—before whispering, “Sleep in our bed, darling. We’ll take care of everything.”

You do not remember making it to the guest room.

---

You barely get time to gather your thoughts before a hand—cool, gentle, possessive—glides across your waist.

“Good morning, cara mia,” Gomez purrs against your bare shoulder. “You were divine last night.”

A hum from the other side of the bed. “She still is,” Morticia murmurs, her voice low, velvety. She stretches like a cat, her fingers tracing the swell of your thigh. “And she smells like heaven.”

You blink up at the canopy.

You’re sandwiched between them. One of Gomez’s robes barely clings to your frame, untied and useless, your skin a mural of red lipstick and faint bruises. Morticia is lounging beside you like a painting, wearing a sheer dressing gown and zero shame. She smiles when your eyes catch hers, slow and reverent.

“We let you sleep in,” she says. “You earned it.”

Gomez presses a kiss to your shoulder. “You moaned poetry in your sleep.”

“I did not.”

“You did,” Morticia confirms. “And begged quite beautifully.”

You bury your face in your hands. “I can never look at my sister again.”

“Darling,” Morticia drawls, slipping off the bed like a nightmare in silk. “Your sister high-fived me last night and said, and I quote, ‘Get her, queen.’”

---

The shower is warm. Steamy. Unfair.

Morticia joins you first, hair pinned up, lips painted black like temptation. She lathers your body with practiced ease, like worship. Her hands are respectful—until they’re not. They pause at your thighs, linger at your breasts, thumb across the curve of your belly like she’s memorizing it.

“She’ll want to mark you again,” Gomez says casually as he steps in, utterly unbothered and equally naked. “But perhaps after breakfast.”

You forget how to stand for a moment.

You lean back against Gomez’s chest, mouth parted as Morticia trails kisses down your front, and it’s so unfair—how good they are at this. At you.

“Tell us if it’s too much,” she whispers, licking a slow stripe up your sternum. “We’ll wait.”

You don’t say stop.

You say her name.

---

Breakfast is an unholy miracle.

You’re still wearing the robe, but now Morticia has tied it for you and kissed the knot. Your hair is in a loose bun and you’re not sure who twisted it up—Morticia or Gomez—but it doesn’t matter. You’re still glowing. Still aching sweetly. You sip dark coffee like it’s your last tether to reality.

Your little sister plops down next to you with a plate of fruit, smug as hell.

“You look happy,” she grins.

“I should ground you.”

“No you shouldn’t. You’re in love.”

Morticia floats past in a high-collared black gown, humming a waltz. Gomez flips an omelet with one hand and kisses your cheek with the other. Pugsley walks by and offers you a fist bump. Wednesday raises a brow but nods once, which from her is basically a blessing.

“I told you they’d love you,” your sister says, biting a strawberry. “Can we come back next week?”

“You mean so I can be seduced into another threesome while you braid Wednesday’s hair?”

“Exactly.”

---

You don’t say yes.

But you don’t say no.

Not when Gomez feeds you a bite of omelet with a flourish. Not when Morticia runs her nails down your spine and whispers about plans for tonight. Not when your sister leans over and whispers: “They like like you.”

You glance up at the Addamses—dark, devoted, watching you like the sun rose just for them to see you bask in it.

You’re in so much trouble.

And maybe—just maybe—you like it here.

[coinandcandle]

Hello, I have discovered withcraft recently and I felt a very strong pull towards casting spells with music, however I can't seem to find almost any info on it. I found like a single book I could get my hands on about it and like half of it is in Italian.

Music *is* magical to me. The intervals. The perfection in its numbers. The harmony. Musica universalis.

Are there any sources about this? I know the Pythagoreans thought about this a lot but didn't write anything down.

That's super interesting!! There certainly are some sources on this, but as it's not something I have looked into I can't verify if they're good or not.

Interestingly enough, a friend of mine recently asked about the book "The Occult Arts of Music: an Esoteric Survey from Pythagoras to Pop Culture" so perhaps that'd be a good start?

There's also this chapter from The Secret Teaching of All Ages by Manly Hall: The Pythagorean Theory of Music and Color

Music was also used in societies to tell stories and myths, and as a way to worship or honor the incorporeal.

You may find that researching math in magic/occultism is helpful since music relates to math.

Not sure that these will help as far as incorporating magic into your practice but I hope they'll at least get you started!

If anyone has any references for our friend here please feel free to add on. <:

[its-halloween-night]

[planetquest]

im obsessed with this one guy on instagram who goes to that deer park in japan and takes videos of them set to 2000s pop punk and rock. all of the videos are like this

[cryptdwelling]