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nolesserhuman · 7 months

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Poe + reader; thigh riding

~1.6k words

18+ content, minors dni

notes: I typed this on my phone at work so please forgive any mistakes!!

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For someone who's eternally dressed like he's straight out of a gothic romance novel— for someone who carries a live raccoon everywhere he goes— Poe is incredibly shy. It was, at times, adorable; seeing his soft face light up in shades of sunset pink whenever he caught those hints of straps and lace underneath your clothes, the promise of getting to unwrap you as soon as he got home.

And then there are times like tonight, when you're so desperate to convince him, but he keeps coming up with excuses.

"I'm too much bigger than you!" Poe protests for what feels like the hundredth time. "I would be too heavy—"

You're nestled on his couch— soft, luxurious leather imported directly from England— with your feet planted firmly on the dark mahogany of his living room floor. Or is this the drawing room—? Either way, you puff your cheeks out into a pout and bat your eyes up at him. That always works on his weak resolve.

"But that's what I want!" You whine. You stretch your arms out in front of you, making grabby hands even though he's out of your reach. "I want you to sit on my thigh, Poe— I wanna see your face when you—"

"Shush—!" Poe interrupts loudly, his voice cracking with embarrassment even in such a small, lonely word. His face floods red as he hides under his bangs, and you haven't even said anything too lewd yet. He presses a hand to his mouth, delicate fingers splayed across his thin lips as some kind of defense. "You— don't have to be so crude," he mumbles. "I'll do it..."

Your eyes light up so brightly that he has to look away. "C'mere, c'mere!" You coo up at him; Poe takes a few hesitant steps forward, finally bringing him into your reach. Your excited hands are quick to latch onto his hips, squeezing and kneading at him through his too-many layers of clothes.

A shuddering sigh floats out of Poe's throat. He's always been weak to your touch; your hands are smaller than his, but still manage to hold him as if he's the most precious thing in the world. His body isn't particularly solid, and he's certainly not as soft as you are— but your fingers ghost over the planes of his chest, the jut of his hips, and he finds himself melting into each and every one of your whims.

Your grip tightens on his hips, pleading with him to finally move. "C'mon, Poe," you urge him in a soft voice, "please don't be shy about this; I promise, you're not too big. I'll hold you anyways."

"...okay, you win," he whispers. All at once Poe swings his long leg across your hip and perches himself awkwardly in your lap. One foot remains firmly on the floor, his other leg pressed into the sofa cushions beside your thighs. He hovers there for a moment, obviously hesitant to rest all his weight on your smaller body.

Clearly he's not listening to your more gentle directives.

With one more sweet glance up at him— mouth pulled into a pout as your eyelids flutter— you yank with all your might. Poe tumbles into your lap with a startled gasp, his chest pressed against yours, and your thigh coming up further between his legs to give him something to settle on.

Poe's crotch grinds against the fullness of your thigh. His eyes widen and an unintentional "oh" tumbles out of his mouth.

A grin paints its way across your face. "See the appeal now, Poe?" As if to demonstrate your point, you tighten the muscles in your thigh and nudge against his clothed dick once more.

He gasps softly. "Darling," he starts in a shaky voice, "are you sure you've thought this thr— oh." Poe's voice dies at the sudden strength in your hands when you begin to rock his hips against your thigh. One small movement is all it takes to short-circuit his brain; some rational part of him gnaws at his thoughts, urging him to remember the size difference between you both, and this particular couch is a bit too expensive to make a mess on—

The rest of him simply enjoys the brief wave of electricity that pulses up his spine when your plush thigh presses against his dick just right. Without thinking, Poe grinds his hips down again, earning himself another quick electric jolt. Your grin and your nails are sharp.

Your pretty boyfriend whines and wraps his arms around your shoulders to hold himself upright in your lap. He buries his flushed face in the crook of your neck, and you can feel the heat that rolls off him in waves— you're entirely unsurprised to feel his cock already hardening against your thigh. He's always been sensitive when you're involved. It takes him a moment to find a rhythm; his movements are slow and languid as you guide him along, dragging him back and forth a few more times before his own body takes over, continuing to roll his hips without your influence.

"Not as shy as you like to act, hmm?" Your hands begin to wander down, kneading at the softness of his own thighs, dragging your nails across his waistband as he rocks against you. His breath hitches in anticipation, but the next touch never comes— you pointedly ignore his erection where it strains against the fabric, and he chases the warmth of your hands with another jolt of his hips.

When you giggle, Poe lets out a low groan and tries to hide his face again— he's entirely unsuccessful, because your hand tangles in his soft hair and gently drags his face away from your neck. His voice comes out as a soft whimper. "P— please, darling—"

"Awh, don't make noises like that," you hum, using your grip on his soft tresses to manhandle him a bit closer so you can press open-mouthed kisses across his jaw. "—not for anyone else, at least."

Poe nods lazily and tilts his head to grant more access to his neck as he continues to rut against your thigh. The friction against your jeans is delicious against his weeping cock, a tell-tale stain already spreading across the front of his pants and smearing up your thigh.

All his previous worries about overwhelming you with his size melt away when you press your thigh up and drag him back down. Poe shudders as his body melds against yours, his arms untangling from your shoulders so he can grab fistfuls of your shirt instead, his hands trembling as he tugs on the fabric. Heat pools in his stomach. His voice is slurred. "—close," he whispers, eternally shy no matter how many times you talk him into these things.

"Easy is what you are," you snicker as your hands latch firmly back onto his hips.

Poe whines again, pouting up at you from where his face is nestled against your collar. His long lashes flutter and he huffs, his breath rolling across your skin and raising goosebumps. "Don't be mean," he punctuates the sentence with a nip to your collarbone.

You hiss as his teeth graze against your skin, making your body jolt against his. Poe's breath hitches again; his head falls forward and his eyes flutter shut. The hand tangled in his hair drags his face back up to meet his, sloppily mashing his lips against yours so you can press your tongue into his mouth. A full-body shudder races up his spine and forces the air from his lungs in a breathy whine.

"I told you, Poe," you mumble against his swollen lips, "I wanna see your face."

"Please—!" He doesn't even know what he's begging for as he ruts against you— any kind of attention would be enough, all he knows is that you're tantalizingly warm and his cock is aching. When you pull back to look at him, he tries to follow the sweetness of your mouth, only for you to once again pull his hair and make him moan.

His cute little whines go up in pitch, and even with his eyes tightly shut, he can feel the intensity of your gaze on his burning face. Sheer embarrassment pools in the pit of his stomach and mingles with the rest of his arousal until the cocktail is just a bit too much.

Poe's hips stutter. Tears prick at the corner of his eyes, his pretty lashes fluttering again— he does his best to hold your gaze in the way he knows you like, but when you release your grip on his hair, he immediately buries his face back in your neck. His body relaxes and his whimpers devolve into a soft, shuddering gasp as he finally cums against your thigh.

Even after his climax, your hands rest on Poe's hips and drag him back and forth a few more times. Aftershocks of that pleasure race up his spine and he grumbles against your shoulder. "—'s too much," he huffs, squirming in your lap.

You giggle at his feeble protests and begin to nudge his limp body back upright. "C'mon, I wanna see!"

Poe continues to mumble under his breath, clearly embarrassed, but lets you manhandle him however you want.

You press his thighs further apart to get a proper view of the dark stain spread fully across the front of his slacks, the way his cum has seeped through the fabric and smeared up your own thigh. Poe trembles and his hands flex nervously against your shirt.

"—don't stare so hard," he whines once more, pouting up at you from under his tear-covered lashes. He rolls his hips again on his own and sighs. "What a mess."

You wrap your arms firmly around his waist to keep him in your lap, stretching up to pepper his pretty face with kisses. "You're so good for me, Poe," you hum, and the praise makes him squirm in your lap. Your grip tightens. "—let's make a bigger mess."

I don't write much nsfw bc I don't feel like I'm very good at it, but I'll never get better if I don't practice!! Thank you for reading!

#bsd #edgar allan poe #smut #bsd smut #x reader #reader insert #poe smut #+mine

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blurryfangirlansuke · 6 months

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One of my favorite art pieces requested by my dear best friend @scarlattobrightstar Tim Burton's movie are a true delight Corpse Bride is a great choice and it fits for October. Duke as Victor and I have to say that his short black hair can pull perfect for a gothic romance also any black or gray suit fits him as a perfect groom and when Duke became a vampire he was awkward and frail he didn't became evil yet ~. My sona is dressed as Emily known as the corpse bride her story was tragic but yet beautiful of how she raise from the dead searching for the perfect groom to heal her broken heart. I has the idea of sticking with the color theme base of sona here's are different shades of red like Duke's color pallete. Emily's color pallete is different shades of blue even the bones. I also thought it be creative to the change the color of the corpse. This was quite fun and I did a background since it was a piece I was determined to make look nice taking a lovely stroll through the woods upon a red moon.

Thank you all and have a great day or night ❤️ ^^

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the-dust-jacket · 1 year

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Hello. I've already read the Kingston Cycle, Half a Soul and I'm about to finish the Stariel books. Do you have more recommendations? Thank you in advance.

Oh absolutely!

A Matter of Magic, by Patricia C. Wrede (for cross-country Regency romps, rogues, magicians, spies, and Ladies of Quality)

A Marvellous Light, by Freya Marske (for murder and mystery and secret Edwardian wizardry, romance, grand old houses and creepy curses)

Spellbound, by Allie Therin (for forbidden love, found family, and frightening magic in 1920s New York)

Shades of Milk and Honey, by Mary Robinette Kowal (for frothy and impeccably evocative Regency magic)

Sorcerer to the Crown, by Zen Cho (for schemes both magical and mundane and the world of fairy crossing into the world of the tonne)

To Say Nothing of the Dog, by Connie Willis (for laugh-out-loud time travel shenanigans and questionable Victorian aesthetic choices)

Soulless, by Gail Carriger (for vampire assassins, werewolf aristocrats, interrupted tea time, and other terrible inconveniences which may beset a young lady)

A little darker:

The Magpie Lord, by KJ Charles (for semi-secret magical society, creepy family estate, steamy romance all in an Extremely Victorian Gothic setting)

Jonathan Strange and Mr Norrell, by Susanna Clarke (clever and deeply atmospheric tour of a magical 19th century England, but definitely not romance)

Salt Magic, Skin Magic, by Lee Welch (for curses and magical bonds and frightening fairies)

Widdershins, by Jordan L Hawk (for Gilded Age mystery and romance featuring Lovecraftian horror and humor)

More fantasy:

Uprooted, by Naomi Novik (for fairytale magic and whimsy, adventure and romance and creepy trees)

Seducing the Sorcerer, by Lee Welch (for wizard fashion, romance and humor and whimsical magic)

Stardust, by Neil Gaiman (for wild romps in the fairyland next door, alternately humorous and haunting)

More historical:

The Gentle Art of Fortune Hunting by KJ Charles (for saucy Regency romance and determined social scheming)

Cold Comfort Farm by Stella Gibbons (for dry humor, wacky hijinx, and extended family shenanigans)

Hither Page or The Missing Page by Cat Sebastian (village and manor house mysteries respectively, featuring lots of queer romance and found family with a dash of jaded post-war espionage)

I Capture the Castle by Dodie Smith (for yearning and laughs and first love and an eccentric family living in an increasingly run down castle)

A little farther from the brief, but might be worth checking out On Vibes:

The Left Handed Booksellers of London, by Garth Nix

The Chronicles of Chrestomanci, by Diana Wynne Jones

His Majesty's Dragon, by Naomi Novik (more Regency fantasy, but full on Age of Sail adventure rather than comedy of manners, romance, or secret magic)

Among Others, by Jo Walton

Arabella of Mars, by David D. Levine

A Natural History of Dragons, by Marie Brennan

It also sounds like a Georgette Heyer or Jeeves and Wooster binge would be really fun right now!

#ask a bookseller #love that? read this!

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popculturelib · 3 months

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The Gothic Romance Wave: A Critical History of the Mass Market Novels, 1960-1993 (2018) by Lori A. Page

From the publisher:

The late 1960s and early 1970s saw the birth of modern feminism, the sexual revolution, and strong growth in the mass-market publishing industry. Women made up a large part of the book market, and Gothic fiction became a higher popular staple. Victoria Holt, Mary Stewart and Phyllis Whitney emerged as prominent authors, while the standardized paperback Gothic sold in the millions. Pitched at middle-class women of all ages, Gothics paved the way for contemporary fiction categories such as urban fantasy, paranormal romance and vampire erotica. Though not as popular today as they once were, Gothic paperbacks retain a cult following--and the books themselves have become collectors' items. They were also the first popular novels to present strong heroines as agents of liberation and transformation. This work offers the missing chapters of the Gothic story, from the imaginative creations of Ann Radcliffe and the Bronte sisters to the bestseller 50 Shades of Grey.

The Browne Popular Culture Library (BPCL), founded in 1969, is the most comprehensive archive of its kind in the United States. Our focus and mission is to acquire and preserve research materials on American Popular Culture (post 1876) for curricular and research use. Visit our website at https://www.bgsu.edu/library/pcl.html.

#bgsu #libraries on tumblr #romance novels #gothic romance

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daemons · 3 months

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Hi! Could you recommend some Hanninal fics that you enjoy? I'm interested in getting into it and I really liked how you interpreted the show based on your tag. Thanks :)

i’d be glad to share a fic rec list, here are a few of my favorite hannigram fics. hope you enjoy 🖤

𓆣 ecstasies by roundthedecay — 26k • post series

starting off with my favorite hannibal fic and one of my favorite fics in general, as written by my dear mutual damsel @doomsayings ! this is a beautifully crafted gothic romance set post-series and it encompasses everything i love about the show, and will and hannibal’s relationship to each other and with themselves. it’s truly so romantic and so evocative and sensual and dark, right out of the pages of my new favorite gothic novel, with my favorite gothic heroine will graham. i don’t want to spoil it too much as it’s an incredible read to experience yourself firsthand but i can’t recommend it enough; damsel is a truly gifted writer.

𓆣 la petite chose by babilonium - 2k • post-series

another fic rec from another dear mutual, roach @corneliushickey ! this is a cute little number that makes my heart grow three sizes every time i think of it. will brings home a kitten and what follows is a delightful peek into into will and hannibal's life post-fall, off the grid, surrounded by the most loyal of hounds (and their feline queen). the characterization is spot on, the dogs bring me endless joy, and roach is another very talented writer

𓆣 your heart's a coarse black dog by gleamingandwholeanddeadly et al. — 30k • canon-verse AU

this is a season two ‘fix-it’ au in which will gives hannibal a dog to take care of as a means of earning will’s forgiveness. i’m a sucker for anything involving hannibal’s relationship with dogs, and i enjoyed this fic’s take on it. (also, the progression of their relationship is so good: you are intrigued by me, i kind of hate you, but then by this time next week we will go full mutual possessive obsession with each other or else we’ll die without the other. romance!)

𓆣 TKO by sidnihoudini — 16k • post-series

in all full honesty, i’m not a fan of molly in general, but this is an interesting post-series fic from molly’s pov as she deals with the collateral damage left behind after the fall.

𓆣 a shade did weave a dream by louise_lux — 6k • canon-verse

hannibal tries psilocybin therapy with will and that’s all you really need to know. this one reads as a deleted canon scene and contains some of my fave will characterization. (heed the content warnings if dubious consent via intoxication isn’t for you)

𓆣 needful things by peacefrog — 5k • post-series

i don’t think this is necessarily meant to be read as a borderline romcom, but that’s how i read it, will dealing with his feelings for hannibal through touch repulsion at first via sloppy fumblings in the middle of the night but realizing that he actually needs to feel hannibal in his very sinew to feel alive. it was cute.

𓆣 a rope in hand by orpheuslament — 2k • post-series

not getting too deep into this one as i think it speaks for itself, i just love mutual possessive obsessions steeped in jealousy <3

𓆣 la maison rouge by randstad — 2k • canon-verse

this is the first hannigram fic i ever read and it holds a dear place in my heart, it’s short and sweet but the characterization is so good; i love when people really lean into hannibal’s weird little freak (affectionate) habits. (and the last line is always makes me 🥰)

𓆣 a bad combination in the dark by perpetuallycaffeinated — 1k • canon verse

ending on another short and sweet one, one can never go wrong with knife and bloodplay :)c

*𓆣 bloodline by xzombiekittenx - 33k • AU

it's a vampire au, who am i to deny my heart's wants? (i'm actually in the middle of reading this one right now, but it's compelling enough to add it to the list anyway. i'll update this entry if i end up hating it, i'm incredibly picky when it comes to vampire au's)

#thank you for the ask - this was rly fun !#hopefully one or a few of these pique your interest; happy reading #ask tag #sigerson

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amandacanwrite · 6 months

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Little Witch ☽ The Hallowed Wilds ☾ Chapter One

POV ;; Aurelia ☽ 10 y.o.

Summary ;; Aurelia enjoys the typical day of a young witch protected by the Hallowed Wilds, drawn to the border of the forest where she meets an unexpected friend.

Warnings ;; mention of moths, other insects.

Author Note ;; Hello there! This is the first chapter of my original story called The Hallowed Wilds. It's a star-crossed romance infused with southern gothic horror elements. I'll be posting one chapter per week going forward. I already have 27 chapters written, and I'm hoping by the time I'm running out of chapters I'll be back to writing it again and nearly finished drafting it in totality. If you're interested in joining the taglist for this story, you can find the link for the sign up all the way at the bottom of the post. Last thing: I am someone who doesn't get triggered by much, but it's very important to me that anyone who reads my work doesn't become inadvertently triggered because of my writing. While these early chapters are quite light, this story does get dark at times. If you ever notice something I should have issued a content or trigger warning for, please reach out to me so that I can properly apologize to you and add the warning to the list. That all said, let's hop in!!

The wilds spoke to those that could hear it. Those whose ears were kissed by mother Eterna before their bodies took shape in the womb. She didn’t kiss just any soul, though. No, there was a payment to be exchanged and worth to be proven.

The Priestess had taught this to me since I could remember. This is how my coven lived. We served Mother Eterna, and in exchange, The Hallowed Wilds protected us.

Every day for the ten years I’d lived, I woke up, thanked Eterna for another day and set to work. The work was unique each day because The Priestess encouraged us all to listen to where The Wilds told us to go, for The Wilds had a will of its own and a plan for us.

On this day, The Wilds coaxed me to the River of Rye that separated our home from the village where the Deafened lived. I had no inkling what I would do when I got there, but I was certain that my task would become clear once I arrived, or maybe even somewhere along the way. That’s how it always worked. It was just my job to be quiet and listen for a whisper or wait for a gentle tug.

I dressed for the day in linen as white as starlight, and brushed through my hair with a comb carved from a deer’s antler, given freely by the stag for our needs, as all things were for us in the forest. I slipped on a light cloak made of moth’s silk and made my way out into the day.

“Aurelia, merry meet,” one of my sisters said to me.

I smiled as I passed her, turning to walk backwards so that I could see her as I made my way into the forests. The earth tingled against the soles of my bare feet, bringing with it a feeling of familiar comfort.

“Good morning, Cressida,” I said.

She was preparing more moth cocoons for spinning, it seemed. I wondered if her fingers tingled when she woke this morning, the way mine once had when I learned I was unsuited for the delicate work. “I’m excited to see what you do with the new silk sister.”

“And I’m eager to hear stories of your adventures when you return today,” she called back as disappeared into the trees, leaving the clearing and the rest of the coven behind.

I couldn’t see the River of Rye from where I stood, but I felt a golden thread tug me ever toward it. That thread reeled me in from the center of my chest. It wasn’t far from the clearing—maybe two or three miles—I could run the entire way if I wanted to.

I decided I did want to, in fact.

Somehow, the air in our ever-unchanging forest was different today. It sparkled and fizzled in an unfamiliar way. The sun shone through the boughs of the trees and cast new colors on the ground; rose and orange where there were typically shades of yellow and green. I set into a sprint, my hair flying behind me like the mane of a spirited mare.

Those new colors streaked together as I ran, turning into smears and smudges that hinted at shapes. It reminded me of Ophelia painting our huts with her beautiful, messy fingers—how the pigments came together to form images of flowers and the moon and the night sky.

This was my home, and I loved it as much as it loved me. I cradled it in my heart, as it had always cradled me. It was an even, happy exchange of energy between us—always given freely. Always.

My feet were wet and dirty when I finally made it to the River of Rye. Squirrels and bugs dances around my ankles, having joined me on my journey somewhere along the way. I stopped just at the opening into the wide-open space of that golden river and looked out at the village where The Deafened lived.

Winter had covered their roofs in thick blankets of snow. The world was so quiet with it — the sheets of ice absorbing most sounds that came from the village.

After a lifetime of spring, I wondered what the winter felt like. The Priestess said it was bitterly cold and brought death on its breath that choked the life out of the earth, but as I stared across the expanse of golden swaying rye, I wondered if there was more to it than that.

Surely a season that looked so beautiful and serene couldn’t be so awful. And with the winter brought times of generosity, even in The Wilds. We gave gifts at solstice and spread blessings even to the Deafened in exchange for the strange tools they would leave at the edge of the forest for us.

I wanted to touch that ice that fell in flurries from the sky, leave my hand print in it, and watch as more flurries filled in that imprint. The way snow erased any evidence that someone had passed through was fascinating to me. Tracks could be left in the mud of the forests—sometimes they would be there so long they would be preserved in stone. Snow was different—ever changing, ever making something new.

I thought perhaps that was my task today—experiencing the snow. But I didn’t feel the tug of that thread through the center of my heart as I stood there thinking about snow. No, it seemed I had made it to my destination for the day.

There was a strange cleaving—I couldn’t decide if I heard it or if I felt it. But with that cleaving came a powerful gust of wind that swirled my hair and bit at my nose and cheeks like needles. I’d never felt cold like that before. It stung and I could feel blood riding to my face to compensate for it.

I winced and backed away from the tree line, gently warming my face with my hands. That golden thread pulled me again, this time to the west.

I walked for a time, following the flow of the golden river, stepping over stones and twigs. My feet were silent as sleep as I walked. The Wilds told me to sneak—told me to hide. I wondered what manner of beast or creature I would encounter. I wondered what I would need to do. Wondered if I’d need to help them.

And then he was there, just beyond the massive trunk of an old oak tree.

I hid behind that tree as he spun slowly in place, staring up at the tree canopies that cast the ground in dappled light.

I had never seen a boy before.

I knew I should run away and tell The Priestess. She always told us that the Deafened were dangerous, especially the boys. But…

But he looked so enamored with The Wilds.

It filled me with a strange vicarious happiness to see him take in the forest—see the entrance to what I called my home. An unbidden smile curved my lips as he heaved an awed breath.

With his back to me, he took off his heavy coat with all those tedious buttons, and then took off his scarf. The Wilds were in a perpetual state of spring thanks to Mother Eterna, whose fertility never ebbed. The boy dressed for his village’s winter and must have gotten warm in the vernal heat of the forest.

He wore a billed cap on his head and hair the color of damp tree bark poked out at interesting angles. Flipping at the bill, dusting his nape and his ears. It looked so soft—like a rabbit’s fur or a squirrel’s tail. I wanted to touch it.

That desire drew me out of my hiding place, that golden thread tugging me closer, reeling me in and in and in. I could almost see it glittering in that small distance between us. I took a step toward him, then another, reaching out for him.

And then he turned and saw me.

We froze at the same time.

We were silent for a long time while our eyes devoured unfamiliar sights on each other. I traced constellations in the smattering of freckles on his tanned nose. His blue eyes flicked to my white hair, to my eyes and then to my linen dress. He flushed scarlet and looked pointedly away, seemingly put off or embarrassed by something.

When he broke his gaze he also broke the spell holding me there. After feeling frozen, I remembered who I was and what I was doing.

I turned and ran.

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board-bites · 9 months

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Hey, if it's not too much of a pain could I trouble ya for a moodboard? Shades of blue maybe, with themes of being undead with a gothic/grunge sort of vibe? If there's any room after that, maybe some light themes of romance would be nice too. If not, it's NBD. Thank you.

sorry if it's not what you wanted! some of the images were really hard to find. /gen

Requests are open!

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booksteaandtoomuchtv · 8 months

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I am loving these book recs for the OUAT characters. My to-read list is growing. Can i get Zelena, Tinkerbell, Mulan, Ruby & Dorothy Recs too?

Also out of the characters you did so far, who’s reading preferences closest match yours would you say? Or are you just a belle type, since belle seems to enjoy just about anything. 💕

I am having so much fun with these asks! Thank you, Nonnie!

Zelena Mills

Like her sister, Zelena likes her books with a glass of wine - but her glass contains rosé. Zelena likes a story with a strong female lead, especially if they take a kingdom from a corrupt leader - maybe they find love along the way? I think she would have enjoyed Crown of Coral and Pearl by Mara Rutherford.

Ruby

Ruby listens to celebrity memoirs and biographies. She is currently halfway through Beyond the Wand: The Magic and Mayhem of Growing Up a Wizard by Tom Felton. She usually prefers the ones by female comedians, they have a way of expressing things that she feels but could never quite describe as cleverly.

She has a lot of reference books around for drawing and illustrating graphic novels. She reads and writes graphic novels and is currently reading the Sandman comics.

Dorothy

Dorothy likes a good hometown, closed-door romance and the classics, she is carrying around her much-loved copy of Pride and Prejudice as she finishes her annual summer reread of it. It is fraying, has tabs sticking out, highlighted pages, and her thoughts scribbled in the margins; but, she can't bear to replace it.

Mulan

I think Mulan has a stack of what my mum would term 'serious' books. She has Forces of Nature by Professor Brian Cox, she has a pile of philosophy books and a stack of books on the art of silence and meditation. But, she has a beautifully illustrated edition of her favourite fairy tales from her childhood stashed in her nightstand that she reads on those days when the world feels a bit too much.

Lady Bell

Lady Bell is an avid Nora Roberts / JD Robb reader. Her favourite is, of course, the In Death series because Eve Dallas and Roarke feel like her close friends and she has the new ones (which Nora does like twice a year, which is insane and impressive) preordered. Every time one is released, Tink rereads the whole 50+ book series over again.

My TBR pile is a bit ridiculous at this point. It has gotten worse lately since I have paused reading books to focus on writing my CSSNS fic and making sure that I don't fall too far behind on my CS fic TBR list. (To my great shame, I haven't finished a book since returning from France earlier this year. This is the longest break in reading that I can recall ever having taken, but those CS fics are so good! So, so good!)

ANYWHOOSIES... I hope you find some in these recs that you enjoy. I am a sucker for a story. I would say the way I described Killian's reading habits most matches mine. I read by mood, which is directed by the weather, the time of year, my head space, my workload, my the kind of attention energy that I have, etc. I tend to read YA Fantasy/Romance, Fantasy/Romance, Paranormal Romance, Grimdark, Dark Romance, Rom-Coms, gothic horror... it is all over the place.

Reading Shades of Magic by the incredible VE Schwab always feels like coming home. (I was going to give you a favourites list but it got a bit out of control... even for me.)

#book rec list #ouat headcanons #headcanons by Jas #ouat #the Lady Bell #zelena mills #ouat ruby #ouat dorothy #ouat mulan

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I eagerly await the day when the makers of KK3 come out and say that yes, they were indeed making a gay movie with psychological and comedic elements that everyone could enjoy. Nothing about this film is normal in any way.

It's a gothic romance. It's a soulless cash grab. It has no script. It's abo avant la lettre. It's the silliest thing I ever saw. It's kinkier than 50 Shades. It's heartbreaking. It's nonsense. It has more layers than Inception. It's a stupid karate film. It has a chimney climbing ptsd suffering Vietnam vet. Also Margaret. It is brilliant. It is terrible. There is no straight explanation for any of it. Or any explanation at all. It is bizarre. It is sublime. It is insane.

It is a kid's film.

#the karate kid 3

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magpiefngrl · 1 year

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Jan + Feb Books

Photo Credit (original): Ed Robertson

Jan + Feb 2023

I started the year in a bit of a reading slump but got back on track by mid-Jan. I read 8 books in the first two months of the year including one Discworld book; filled 6 categories of my Reading Challenge; and finally concluded a trilogy I'd begun in 2016 (Darker Shades of Magic). All in all, excellent progress in terms of my 2023 goals.

As for the books themselves, I loved:

Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell by Susanna Clarke

2. Spinning Silver by Naomi Novik

and I really enjoyed the gothic mood of Gallant by VE Schwab (which was very welcome after the disappointment of A Darker Shades of Magic). As I'm writing a gothic romance myself (inspired by my gothic drarry The Unquiet Grave), I particularly appreciated the descriptions and seeing how Schwab created the haunting mood.

What's next?

I've finally started Winter's Orbit by Everina Maxwell. I've read the original on AO3 ages ago and was lucky to win a copy of the published version in a giveaway. Am eager to see how it's changed in its journey towards publication.

I'm following Felicia Davin's emails with chapters of her upcoming novel, The Scandalous Letters of V and J. I enjoyed getting the Dangerous Liaisons Daily emails and am hoping it's a fun experience too.

#2023 books #books #book recs #asks about books always welcome

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lauriab · 9 months

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Alright guys I’ve decided to split up my "review" of phantom italy into many posts because god knows I don’t have the patience to make one well thought out post. Also I use the term review loosely. I’ll be listing random remarks, not making a structured text, I m on vacation dammit hehe.

AUCTION/OVERTURE

Not much to say about the auction, the chandelier was quite nice but for me the real showstopper is the transition that takes place during the overture.

Since this is a smaller production the chandelier doesn’t get lifted above the audience, instead it simply ascends to the ceiling of the stage.

However they absolutely make up for it by taking advantage of the turning stage to offer a very cinematic looking transition where you get introduced to different characters while the overture plays.

I’m sure I’m forgetting someone but the managers, Joseph Buquet, Mme Giry and others all get a turn to walk on stage in slo-motion as if going about their daily life at the opera.

I actually found this much more entertaining than the usual simple « chandelier lifting » transition

HANNIBAL/THINK OF ME

I loved Carlotta in this production. She definitely stood out in comparison to other Carlotta’s I’ve seen.

Instead of simply being a whiny Diva you really get the feeling that this Carlotta cares about her position. Her theatrics simply seem like a conscious act to make people do what she wants.

However I will point out that she sometimes didn’t pronounce her lines very clearly, which is obviously not an issue if you are a phan who has memorized every word but I can imagine a first time audience member might have a hard time understanding certain things.

Earl was amazing as Andre but you guys already knew that hehe.

I’ve already seen someone talk about this but I did love the costuming for the rehearsal. Half of the actors had accessories thrown on over their normal suits which is definitely what most rehearsals usually look like in real life. The theatre kid inside of me relates hard.

Loved Amelia as Christine. They used the turning stage during think of me which I once again found to be a good way to add visual interest to a usually pretty basic scene.

MIRROR SCENE

🩷M e g💜G i r y💙

I was a very happy little bi.

Meg was absolutely in love with Christine and that is so valid for her. I think she might have been more obsessed with Christine than both Raoul and Erik combined.

We’re talking hand holding, never ending eye contact, hugs, also this meg is SO annoyed that her mom makes her go rehearse, all she wants to do is stare at Christine for 5 more minutes mom plsssss

*coughcough* anyway, back to the canonical romance.

I would love to be able to describe Christine’s reaction when Erik’s « INSOLENT BOY—» blasts in but I think I was too busy literally melting at the sound of Ramin’s voice to pay attention sorry.

Because of the limited sets the mirror Erik appears through is actually the one of top of Christine’s vanity.

It is a little funny to see Christine lift her skirts to scale her vanity but I actually quite liked the effect it gave overall. The elevated mirror not only gave Erik a little more height which looks very ethereal and intimidating but it also made it look like he was a sort of portrait coming to life and breaking out of painting into reality… I’m not great at explaining these things but just trust me it looked very gothic and cool hehe.

Just noticed I didn’t talk about Raoul at all… Raoul existed, the end. (The actor was actually really good, I’m not at all trying to throw shade at the him I just could not care less about Raoul if my life depended on it.)

AAA I’ll continue this soon hopefully, I have tons more to say about the rest of the show :DDD

#the phantom of the opera #phantom of the opera #erik phantom #poto #erik poto #erik destler #ramin karimloo #christine daae #erik the phantom #meg giry #christine x meg #phantom italy #poto italy #poto trieste

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raptorfae53 · 8 months

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Monster High Reimagined.

Draculaura character bio/redesign.

Lara "Draculaura" Dracula (she/her)

The vampire child of Count Dracula (Mixed Romani-Greek)

(Unlabelled)

(transforms into a horseshoe bat)

When you think of what the child of the Dracula would be like,draculaura is probably one of the last people that'd come to your mind,an overtly emotional,empathetic and sometimes scatterbrained romantic and a vegetarian to boot. Although she's spent the last century or so attending monster high this year she's particularly excited to attend on account of it being the first time her friends and boyfriend are attending since meeting them all in the summer before term started.

Likes: Vegan and Vegetarian recipes,Lolita fashion,motorsports,cute animals and romance stories.

Dislikes: the sight of blood or raw meat,her friends fighting,sharp objects,sudden loud noises and kale.

Killer style: An avowed lover of gothic lolita fashions,there's not one part of draculauras wardrobe that isn't a shade of black and pink and decked out in frills and cute iconography,of which she often modifies to include elements of romani fashion like the sort she wore centuries ago when she was human.

Familiar: count fabulous is draculaura's Indian flying fox,although you'd never guess that considering for all intents and purposes he's basically treated as a small dog,draculauras even tried to have him registered as a service animal for her anaemia,although so far she's been unsuccessful in that endeavour…

Pet Peeve: the disproportionate lack of vegan and vegetarian options at Monster high's cafeteria,which often causes the draculaura to try and make her own food to bring to school,with…varying results.

Freaky Flaw: Draculauras scatterbrained tendencies sometimes leads her to misplace things,sometimes even forgetting her iron supplements or parasol when going out in daylight,with…predictably unfortunate circumstances for the poor vampire,although things have gotten better since she became lagoona's roommate.

Spooky Secret: Draculaura is a self-taught sorceress. However since magic is such a tightly regulated business due to it's innate destructive power, draculaura had to resort to some…less than legal means of obtaining magical prowess,namely Internet piracy. And while she often just intends on using it as a means to boost her energy throughout the day it often ends up more than she can handle.

Dream job: Whilst her family's wealth means draculaura doesn't need to enter the workforce after graduation, draculaura has plenty of hobbies and interests,as well as a burgeoning social life (and one or two things she feels she has to keep secret) to keep her on her toes.

Five Fearsome Facts:

Vampires by nature are carnivorous, and so because of her plant-based diet, draculaura is mildly anaemic. Despite taking iron supplements and doing as best she can to keep a balanced diet she often feels tired during the day (which isn't helped by her natural night-centric body clock as a vampire) and tends to nap during breaks.

Due to her acute bat-like hearing (in part amplified by the huge ears atop her head reminiscent of a hair bow) draculaura can be a little jumpy and sometimes suffers from sensory overload if her surroundings are too noisy,more so since she moved from her fathers castle in quiet,rural Romania to the student accommodation to study at monster high,although the faculty and friends help her out to the best of their abilities.

Draculaura is a big fan of racing and cars in general, with one of her prized possessions being a 1950s vintage roadster (at least it wasn't vintage when she first fell in love with it) kept at her fathers romanian estate, but despite being a deft mechanic and terrifyingly good at Mario kart she's never quite passed the drivers test needed to actually take her beloved motor out for a spin.

Sometime In the past draculaura fell in love with romance novels and with a lot of time on her hands,would sometimes try to write up her own. However after having her heart broken by another vampire she's been hesitant to read or watch much romance media since.

To satiate her desire to still write despite her soured opinion of romance media,draculaura works on the school newspaper,The Gory Gazette attempting to rebuild the students trust after it's previous writer,spectra vondergeist,turned it into a rumour mill in the year before. As a result of all these factors, draculaura's writing style,although not without its authors nigh-infectious charm, is initially a bit too matter of fact for some of the students' taste.

Hey so it's been a while...

I've been working on a bunch of these bit by bit since the frankie one in December, I'm currently planning on posting the profiles for clawdeen,lagoona or jackson/holt next since they consist of the rest of the initial main cast,with the profiles for the other eventual members of the main cast (duece,cleo,ghoulia and clawd) to follow after them,followed by the other kids in their school year and so on and so forth.

Hopefully inspiration strikes and those won't take as long as this one did.

Also as an aside bit of trivia,in this universe Vampires keep a few of the features of the specific bat species they can transform into,draculauras is this guy,a lesser horseshoe bat:

Hence why I mentioned her ears are on top of her head and look a bit like a hair bow

Anyways,hopefully I'll be back soon with another one of these.

#monster high #draculaura #monster high Reimagined

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Hii this is request for your valentine's day matchup event.

I'm female, she/her pronouns. Bisexual, ISTP 9w8, Leo.

PERSONALITY:

I'm an ambivert, I'm very laid back, and prefer to go with the flow of life but sometimes come off as ego-centric and domineering. I have to admit I’m a lazy person who prefers having leisure more than anything else But once I find my motivation I'm pretty hardworking. It would be nice to a be boss, but at the same time, I like letting others operate how they want to do so. I dislike group works because even though I don't have a problem with socializing with my teammates thought of not being in charge is unnerving I want to be left alone to do things the way I want to do it.

tbh I often think I’m above others, yet I am always willing to acknowledge that I’m a total piece of shit [very rarely tho] Sometimes I have fantasies and ideals that I want to start creating or becoming but I give myself a reality check and let the dream fade away. I’m very innovative but still, choose the practical route a lot. It’s easy for me to create goals and envision the end results but it’s ridiculously hard for me to remain committed to the process.

I will never admit my wrong, unless internally. It might come shocking to people who are close to me but I overthink about minor things such as what others might think of me I might not admit it aloud but others opinions matter to me.

I also get bored easily and have commitment problems but at the same time, I consider myself to be pretty loyal. I'm really petty and hold grudges.

The good thing about me is that i know when to hold my tongue and temper. I'm a somewhat patient and not easily provoked. I'm neither oblivious nor ignorant but sometimes I act like I am because I see it as easy way out and I always choose easy route to get out of certain situation.

LIKES:

My favourite colour is red, i love all shades of it but i especially love darker shades. I like horror genre [movies, books and etc], watching movies, listening to true crime and music[especially indie and rock music] i like Researching and learning more about myself. I love greek and Egyptian mythology. I'm really interested in psychology and philosophy. I also find researching about demonology and ancient religions interesting. I love Victorian/romantic/vampire gothic aesthetic I'm also very in love with gothic novels. I wouldn't really consider this as a hobby cause i do it once or twice a year but i also play volleyball and piano. I also really love spicy food and cats and snakes are my favourite animals.

I may not be a religious person but i love Christinan themed paintings, sculptures and buildings. I love gothic and baroque architecture.

I may not look like it and it may come of as a shocking news to a many people but i actually love and enjoy socializing.

DISLIKES:

I hate quiet places [i have trouble sleeping in quiet environment] I dislike sweet food, dogs, romance movies[i love romance genre just not in movies], "Pinterest goth" aesthetic, sweating, heat, smell of mushrooms, thought of ever growing old, getting wrinkles and dying. When grown up people act like toddlers [unless it's from a medical condition] when people make some kind of noises while drinking or eating food, cat haters, hypocritical people,

I'm fine with being matched up with literally anyone platonically but i prefer if my romantic matchup was demon male or human female [muzan is exeption, i hate him ]

Hey, thanks for requesting a valentines day match-up from me! Yours is the first one so thank you! and 100% understandable that Muzan is your exception lol

For your platonic match-up I'm pairing you with. . .

Mitsuri Kanroji »

she would adore dancing to your favorite music! it just gets her heart racing (of course she's bad at explaining just how much she loves it but you'll get it)

she may admire your interests way too much.

and she's (not to brag) a pretty good cook.

while your reading, she'll often bring you something to eat or snack on. your favorites if she starts to know you well.

probably considers you her coolest friend

thinks about you often, especially gift wise, so expect a few small things from her like books she's happened upon. or something matching for the two of you.

tries to encourage you to do some painting with her (actually invites you to do stuff often, doesn't need to be big or anything, just likes being around you)

she doesn't always have advice if you need, but she will always listen

100% a loyal friend

comes up with a cute nickname for you that she uses all the time

And for your romantic match up, I'm pairing you with. . .

Doma »

there isn't anything he doesn't admire about you.

tries his hardest to tease you sometimes because he knows your stubborn. (provoking at times)

flirty and forward, he likes to make it perfectly clear what he wants. and he's not one to hide anything, especially if your the one making him feel this way.

as a demon i think he's the perfect match.

he's already acquired a fine collection of antiques and relics, so help yourself.

he would love your mind. just the way you want to learn about demonology, religions, philosophy and psychology. it's all very fascinating to watch you read so intently and find the answers you need.

your just the type of interesting that he needs (a bit clingy because of the fact) literally a heart throb

be warned though, he can be possessive and jealous. . . easily.

always has a soft smile and tranquil look on his face when he finds himself thinking about you.

would gladly tell you everything about himself, past or other if your interested.

he'd enjoy watching horror movies with you, especially on the topic of true crime. (lowkey giving him ideas) + holding you close while you sit/lay together

at this point you'd fully have his heart (and he'd love every bit of it) good or bad

his love language (one of them) is physical touch, and its so seamless that sometimes you probably wouldn't even notice him holding your lower back or leaning against you while you were reading.

100% offering to turn you into a demon with you, in fact i think he'd be elated to propose the idea to you. (sometimes gets all dreamy in his head about it)

kisses bites you everywhere, but especially under your jaw, neck and collarbone

an 'old fashion' romantic, flowers/flower petals everywhere + gifts (he prefers giving you jewelry)

anything you request for a certain special february day, he'll do.

how can he say no?

ended up writing a tonn for doma lol, but there you go! thanks for requesting and i hope you liked your match up!

#kny imagines #kny #kny x reader #kny x you #kny x y/n #kny headcanons #kny mitsuri #kny doma #kny douma #demon slayer x you #demon slayer headcanons #demon slayer imagines #demon slayer #match up event #match up game #asheiscupid🖤

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see-arcane · 11 months

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I’ve been listening to it on a loop for days now and I’m convinced London After Midnight’s Selected Scenes from the End of the World album could and should have been the soundtrack to a trippy goth industrial 80′s-90′s Dracula movie in the style of The Hunger (1983). Like holy hell

“Claire’s Horrors”: Full of synth pipe organs and baying wolves and moody Castle Dracula backdrop tunes as Jonathan deals with Bisexual Vampire Hell for two months with this blaring in every room.

(This is the voice you have learned to fear.)

Spirits seem to drift up through a darkened sky Drifting through dead branches in the night While in the moonlight we go down upon our knees Entwined together only we can see their beauty

Beneath the stars a bell begins to toll For reasons which we really shouldn't know So take a walk with me down to the cemetery Wrap me in darkness, Claire make love to me

I am thunder, I am rain, I am pleasure, I am pain Only in darkness can there be light, tell me angel have you prayed tonight?

“Demon”: Dracula making his moves on Lucy, full stop.

Through darkened streets and blackened gloom the candles dim in your bedroom rain reflecting shadows in the night the moon is full and through the mist I hear your voice I feel your kiss the line grows thin between what's wrong and right.

Burning flesh, pale as the stars no one knows just who you are drive the knife in deeper to my soul

“The Spider and the Fly”: Renfield is blasting this at all hours on his Victorian airpods while Dracula catfishes him.

Empty hearts I can hear them talking I close my eyes and I keep on stalking my love, my love No one's aware of the hunger I feel It's something you or time cannot heal I need someone to help me rise above

Eternal bliss is something I can show you Spread your arms and let my wings enfold you, my love, my love In the darkness shades of crimson rapture The world is ours alone to capture my love, my love

“Your Best Nightmare”: Coppola would take the lyrics at face value for his DracMina OTP playlist. Listeners with taste know it’s serving nothing but hellish horror irony for That One Night in October.

Long after midnight, on a night like this I'd sit by my black-light and dream of your kiss Pulsating music filled my room and my head And I dreamed what it'd be like to have you in my bedI'm your best night, your best nightmare I'm your best night, your best nightmare

And then it happened, you were in my arms Your lips on my throat, your hands on my, on my... Two bodies together the intimate sin The pain and the pleasure could do mortals in How could you know what I'm thinking of? To me lust can be as beautiful as love Here tonight, your pure heart and soul Untainted passion should have no control

“Sacrifice”: Dripping with Jonathan and Mina’s ‘holiest love’ gothic horror romance drama front to back.

And here we go again, We've taken it to the end, With every waking moment, We face this silent torment

I'd sacrifice, I'd sacrifice myself to you Right here tonight Because you know that I love you

That is HALF THE ALBUM and at least five full music videos that could, should, and must be filmed in grainy moody scenery of mountainside castles interspersed with underground clubs with an all black dress code, eyeliner mandatory. And instead we got Francis’ never-ending migraine and Annie Lennox’s tragically misused “Love Song for a Vampire.” Shameful.

#dracula spoilers #or at least some implied #dracula #music #london after midnight

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