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All Hallows’ Eve

↬ pairing: warlock!hoseok x virgin!reader

↬ genre: hocus pocus (loosely) inspired au, smut 18+

↬ summary: On All Hallows’ Eve you light a candle in an abandoned house.

↬ wc: 6k

↬ warnings: cursing, virgin!reader, (semi) yandere hoseok, excessive use of pet names, mentions of stealing children’s souls, side character death (sorry tae), kidnapping, use of potions, oc and hoseok’s death in a flashback (they are hung as witches, brief mention), hoseok’s able to control the reader minimally with his voice, angry mob, mentions of reincarnation, hair pulling, fingering (f, receiving), oral sex (f, giving and receiving), 69, marking (hickeys, scratching, biting), possessiveness, spanking, unprotected sex, creampie

↬ date: October 31, 2020

Fear courses through your veins as a clap of thunder rumbled throughout the house you were in. You screamed, but another roll of thunder drowned it out. It drained the blood from your face. You were ghastly, clutching your arms to hold yourself still.

You trembled, tears streaming down your cheeks in heavy floods. You cursed the day you ever met Kim Taehyung and his so-called friends. If it weren’t for them, you wouldn’t be standing in the abandoned house on the edge of town shaking in your boots.

Who even knew If Taehyung was even still in the house, having left your side at the first clap of thunder as the wind howled and shook the house so fiercely, you wondered how it managed to stay in one piece.

Dust and cobwebs littered the home. The floorboards squeaked under your boots and the only light you had was from the flashes of lightning that came from the windows.

You wanted to leave, to go to your home, and never speak to Taehyung again. You hated him at the moment, loathed his very existence, and dark thoughts filled your head as you walked into a door.

Your trembling hands reached out for the doorknob as you inhaled deeply. The door opened with a push. A loud creaking rattled your bones as you prayed for a way out.

Darkness engulfed you almost immediately when your feet passed the threshold. The door swung shut after you, and thunder drowned another piercing scream. A single candle illuminated the room. It sat beside a big, thick, leather-bound book laid open on a stand.

With hesitant feet, you approached it. You knew you should have tried to leave, but your curiosity got the best of you.

Your hands hovered over the book, barely making out the words scrawled on the page in black ink that seemed to dance in the candlelight. Your heart was pounding in your ears, your eyes squinting to read the penmanship before the book began to turn its pages on its own.

You took a step back, gasping as it roared to life before settling onto a page. You leaned over the book, your hair falling over your shoulder as you read the page.

None of it made sense to you.

When the wind howls like wolves in the night of All Hallows’ Eve and the flame comes alive by the hand of an untouched, then he shall rise from his sleep.

You noticed a second candle on the opposite side of the first and you grabbed the lit one to light the other. You were thankful for the instant glow of the flame, hoping you’d be able to take one of them with you on your quest to exit the house.

A clap of thunder rattled the house. A swirl of wind chilled you to the bone as lightning flashed and the book released a thunderous roar that had you falling on your ass. You scrambled backward until your back met the door, moving over to the wall beside it as you blindly tried to grasp the doorknob.

The flames of the candles flickered before erupting into large flames that flowed upward toward the ceiling, melding together to create a giant flame that reached the roof, but it didn’t burn.

You shut your eyes tight, sobbing furiously as you rocked back and forth. Fear paralyzed you, your voice suddenly gone.

“Finally!” a loud voice boomed over the thunder. You peeled open an eye to see a man dressed in all black stretching his arms and popping his neck.

You cowered in fear.

“Oh, fuck!” More of his bones pop loudly, his groans filling the room as shadows dance on the walls from the flames.

You’re sure he can hear the drumming of your heart as you shut your eyes. You couldn’t believe this is how you met your end, and it was all Taehyung’s fault. You should have never followed him here. Nobody knew where you were; nobody would look for you here.

Your sobs racked your chest, drawing the strange man’s gaze.

A smirk appeared on his face. “Looks like my meal is here. Rise.”

You don’t move, repeating, “he’s not real. He’s not real. None of this is real.”

Hoseok laughs darkly, the sound making the hairs on your arms rise.

“But my dear, I can assure you it is.” He cackles, thunder mixing with the sound to make it even more terrifying.

“Looks like you’ve met your maker. Don’t you know better than to wander into abandoned houses and light candles beside a spellbook? Has nobody warned you about the dangers that lurk in the dark?”

You don’t answer, wailing louder instead, but it’s useless. Hoseok rolls his eyes. All your shrieking and crying just won’t do.

“I said rise!” He shouts, his hand pointed in your direction, his middle and index fingers moving in a come hither motion. Before you know it, you’re on your feet, gasping.

“Well, aren’t you a pretty thing? And a virgin at that.” a salacious smile lights up his face as he circles you.

“A virgin lighting my candle. I’ve been waiting centuries for this. Nobody comes up here, not since that damn animal has kept people away. The last virgin lit one candle, but not the other. Such a pity that animal dragged him out of the house and devoured him to keep me trapped. Funny how he hasn’t been around? Probably found that little friend of yours and had him for a snack.”

Hoseok shrugs, standing in front of your trembling body, smiling to himself. Tears streamed down your cheeks uncontrollably, but your eyes remained squeezed shut.

“Look at me,” he demands in a gruff voice. You refuse.

Hoseok chuckles, his tongue peeking from between his lips as he leans forward. Your breathing halts, body stoic as you feel his tongue lick the tears from your cheek up to your lashes.

Hoseok licks his lips as he steps back. “I said, look at me!”

His roar sends the furniture in the room flying, smashing into smithereens as it hits the wall behind you. It’s all wood kindling in seconds.

“Do I scare you, my love?” His voice is softer now as two of his fingers lift your chin. You release a shaky breath as you nod as best as you can.

“Good,” he states with giddiness. “Now open those pretty eyes for me. Let me see all of you.”

His voice is seductive, soft, like a lullaby. You open one eye and then the other, tears no longer streaming down your face.

Hoseok meets your gaze, “such a delicate flower.”

You remain still as he wipes the last of your tears with his thumbs. There’s a certain familiarity in your eyes that he can’t move past. Could it be…?

“You’ve set me free, my love. You summoned me. Now I am yours and you are mine. However, your heart belongs to another and we can’t have that, now can we?” You look up at him with wide, questioning eyes.

“I-it doesn’t,” you stutter, but it’s hopeless. The man in front of you won’t hear of it.

“What should I do with him?” Hoseok asks himself as he paces back and forth, ignoring the creaking of the floorboards beneath him.

“Don't hurt him!” You cry.

Hoseok stops, smirking.

“Did you lie to me, my pet? Didn’t you just say your heart didn’t belong to another?”

“Please,” you plead, falling to your knees.

“Hmm, here I thought I could make you my bride instead of taking your soul. What a pity,” he scoffs as he takes his spellbook and turns to a blank page. He takes a quill and dips it in the inkwell. “Your name? And the name of your lover?”

Silence.

Hoseok’s patience is wearing thin.

“I don’t have all century. Well… I do, but I’m not a very patient man. Tell me or I will make you tell me.”

“Y/n,” you answer in a shaky voice. He grins from ear to ear as he writes it in his book.

“Y/n.” He repeats, testing it out. “I think Mrs. Jung Hoseok has a better ring to it. Don't you think so?”

Hoseok.

The name sounded familiar to you as you watch him write his name next to yours before encircling it in a symbol you can’t decipher.

Your heart thuds frantically in your chest. Your body falling to its knees as Hoseok murmurs a spell to bind the two of you together for all eternity.

Your heart feels like it’s been seared, and you gasp before falling unconscious.

The sound of an animal growl had chased Taehyung off. His friends had all ditched him, but he couldn’t leave without you. It had been a mistake to come here in the first place. He had heard all the stories of the warlock and his wife that lived here, taking the lives of the young to live for eternity. The house had been preserved decently for hundreds of years, until people just stopped caring. Now, it was a vandalized mess, used as a hangout spot for teens and young adults to frighten each other. Halloween was the perfect opportunity to come up and explore the house, wanting to scare the daylights out of you.

Taehyung hadn’t planned on getting separated from you, just his friends. You were supposed to be scared, cling to him, and have him comfort you. He was going to lead you through the house, something he had explored thoroughly to make sure he wouldn’t get scared on the night he’d take you. He had studied every room, done research on the home and its previous owners. He had prepped for this for weeks, and now you were nowhere to be found.

Could you have left on your own? Braved the storm? Had another animal chased you off instead?

“Y/n! Are you here?” Taehyung shouts, his hand splayed on a wall. His oversized long sleeve button-down shirt lies open on his chest. The red and black plaid complementing his black tee. He had tried his best to look presentable, but now that he was dripping with sweat, induced by fear, he didn’t give a fuck how he looked. He needed to get you out of here. He didn’t know what else lurked in the dark, and if he was being honest, he didn’t want to find out.

“Y/n!” His shout rolls through the house, but there’s no response as lightning flashes, followed shortly by a loud clap of thunder that racks his bones.

“Y/n! Please!” Taehyung walks further into the home, seeing an orange glow coming from beneath a door. He doesn’t think he’s ever seen this room, there’s no way he would have missed it with the number of times he checked out the home on his own. He had marked each door with red tape. This one didn’t have any.

“Y/n?” Taehyung pushed open the door, dropping to his knees the moment he stepped into the room. His back arches, head tilted back as his chest constricts. A horrifying scream escapes him as he feels his body burning from the inside out.

Thunder claps loudly, drowning the last of Taehyung's screams.

When you awake much, much later, you realize you’re no longer in the abandoned house. You blink, rubbing your eyes as you sit up.

You realize you’re sitting in the middle of an enormous bed, bigger than any bed you’ve ever been on. A chandelier illuminated the room, casting shadows on the walls that sent a tremor down your back.

In the room's corner, by the wardrobe, you catch a sparkle.

Hoseok steps forward into the light, smiling.

“I thought you’d be more resilient. After all, a warlock like myself only deserves the best. I’ll have to fix that with a spell,” he says, more so to himself than you.

You move your hand over your heart; it aches.

“That’ll hurt for a bit, I’m afraid. We’re bound, you and I. My name’s seared on your heart until I choose to be rid of you. You will remain at my side for all eternity, my love. Nobody else shall own your heart, nor mine. Isn’t that wonderful?”

Tears pool in your eyes.

Hoseok licks his lips. “Of course. Should I grow tired of you, I can reverse the spell and you’ll die. You’ll only live as long as I do, and for that, I need the souls of the young. That’s never been a problem for me to gather though.”

“You’re going to steal souls?” You ask in a voice barely above a whisper.

“But of course! How else will I stay at your side for eternity? Now, how about I draw you a bath and get you dinner so I can dress you in something more… appropriate for my bride?”

You nod, allowing him to help you out of the bed. You wonder if he’s cast a spell over you to make you obedient, pliant, but you don’t fight him, anyway. Little do you know, his voice, along with his name seared into your heart, is enough for you to bend at his will.

Hoseok leads you to the bathroom where he’s drawn a bath. The sweet scent of vanilla fills your nostrils as you step to the side. You take a moment to admire Hoseok. He’s truly beautiful, ethereal.

His black hair is parted in the middle to show his forehead, his ears pierced and earrings dangle from both lobes. He’s not too tall, but his demeanor definitely makes him seem like a giant towering over you.

His lithe body is immaculate, and you can see his thighs squeezed tight in his black leather pants. His heart-shaped smile makes you flush as you turn away from him. He licks his lips, pride filling his chest.

“Strip, my love.”

You glare at him, but slowly undo your pants, shimmying out of them.

‘This has got to be a dream.’ You think as you pull your shirt over your head to discard on the floor next to your pants.

Hoseok admires you from a distance, watching you intently as you get naked. You slowly get into the tub, moaning as the hot water envelops your body.

The bubbles in the tub cover you, but your cheeks still flush with heat when Hoseok crosses the room to kneel beside the tub. He places two of his fingers under your chin.

“You are breathtaking.” You look away, your hands playing with the bubbles.

Hoseok chuckles as he rises to his feet. In seconds, he has his clothes off and is getting into the tub with you. You gasp, moving forward as you feel his bare chest pressed against your back.

“It’s a dream,” you murmur to yourself as Hoseok wraps his arms around you, pressing a kiss to your bare shoulder. It sends shivers down your spine.

“It’s not, my love. You shall see in a moment that it’s not…” Hoseok trails off, his hands releasing you as you hear him tinker with something on the edge of the tub. A few puffs and swirls of smoke surround you before he finally says, “ah-ha.”

Hoseok doesn’t miss the look of confusion on your face as you turn to look at him over your shoulder. He grins.

“Drink this tea,” Hoseok instructs as he tries to hand you a teacup on a saucer. You look at it skeptically before looking up at Hoseok.

“You’re mad, right? You don’t think I’m actually going to drink something offered to me by a stranger ?”

Hoseok sighs in frustration. “I am not a stranger, my love. Drink the tea and you’ll find out.”

You hesitate, your curiosity gnawing at you from the inside out. What’s the worst that could happen? He had already kidnapped you.

You worry your bottom lip between your teeth before taking the cup, bringing it to your lips, and drinking it all in one go. The wide smile on Hoseok’s face has you filled with worry, but what’s done is done.

“That was disgusting,” you sputter, wiping your lips with the back of your hand before handing the cup back to him.

He chuckles, shaking his head. “Potions don’t always taste the best, love. Now, close your eyes.”

You close your eyes, inhaling sharply when images appear, your hand searching out Hoseok’s in fear. He clasps your hand, whispering sweet nothings to calm you, but it does little to help.

It seems like all your past lives are playing in your mind at the speed of light before settling on your first.

It’s you as a child, running through a field with whom you can only assume is Hoseok at your side. The two of you are so carefree, giggling as you run, but the giddiness is short-lived as the scene changes and it’s the two of you beside a cauldron. Hoseok is reading from the book you’d found in the house by the candles, and you’re adding ingredients to the mix. Hoseok recites a spell, the book heavy in his hands as he spits in the cauldron, and it thunders to life as a black swirl of smoke overtakes your vision.

Once again, the scene changes. This time it’s you and Hoseok, under a willow tree, confessing your love for each other with bashful expressions and shy kisses. Soon, under the same willow tree, you’re exchanging wedding vows and promising each other forever.

Then the scene changes one last time. Chaos surrounds you as you run from the mob of villagers. Hoseok tugs you by the hand, but alas, you’re met at a dead end, with nowhere to go.

Hoseok’s heart shatters, his eyes meeting yours with an apologetic look. He apologizes. His heart cracks into pieces as the two of you get captured by the villagers with no way to escape.

You’re holding hands with him, looking at nobody else as the villagers shout obscenities mixed in with, “witch! Witch! Witch!”

“A warlock, actually,” Hoseok corrects them with a smile and looks at you, telling you he loves you dearly. You feel tears run down your cheeks, squeezing his hand before he recites a spell, and the lever’s pulled and you’re dead in an instant. Hung from that willow tree right outside your home.

You gasp, finding it hard to breathe as you come to. Your arms and legs are flailing before your hands wrap around your throat as you try to breathe. Hoseok holds you close, cooing softly and assuring you that you’re safe.

“You’re okay, love. You’re safe. They can’t hurt us. Not anymore.” You don’t realize your body is shaking with sobs until Hoseok is trying to get you to focus on the sound of his voice and his voice alone.

He turns you in the tub, making you straddle his legs. He cups your face, wiping the tears away from your eyes as you try to calm your breathing.

“Look at me, dear. I'm right here.” Hoseok places his hand on yours before he directs it to his bare chest, moist with the water of the bath. Your palm rests on his skin, feeling the beating of his heart.

Your eyes meet his, your heart racing in your chest.

“Hoseok,” you say his name softly, tentatively. You feel as if you’re seeing him again for the first time, your heart clenching in your chest. Your hand reaches out to touch him.

Hoseok remains still, eyeing your hand but not moving as it comes into contact with his cheek.

“Y/n,” he whispers.

“Are we back?” You ask, tears pricking your eyes, making your eyes appear glassy.

“We are, my love. I’ve spent centuries waiting for you. Yearning for you. There’s only so much I can do trapped in this forsaken house,” he scowls.

“You did it, Seokie. You did it!” You throw your arms around him and hold him tight. Hoseok welcomes your embrace, nosing at your neck to inhale your scent. It was torturous being apart from you for so long. He’d been trapped, sealed in his spellbook while you bounced around from body to body to live different lives while your own soul yearned to come home to Hoseok.

You cup his face, studying every detail of his beautiful face before your lips capture his in a soft kiss that soon grows more passionate as Hoseok’s hands hold your waist to pull you further into him.

“I missed you,” he murmurs against your lips, pecking them. You smile, feeling your heart pounding in your chest as you run your hands through his hair, kissing him once again.

Hoseok breaks the kiss, kissing your forehead and with a blink, the two of you are laying on the bed you had woken up on. Hoseok hovered over you, studying your face. You looked just as you did that dreadful morning when you were taken from him. He vowed to never let that happen to you again.

His lips press featherlight kisses on every inch of your face, kissing the tip of your nose to make you giggle. You cup his cheek, his eyes meeting your own; they reflect the love that yours holds.

“I love you.” His voice is soft, barely audible. You’re left breathless, nodding like a fool before his lips are on yours once again, his hands intertwined with your own as his hips press down on yours. His arousal is clear as the kiss grows deeper, feeling electricity flow through you.

Although Hoseok is right above you, you need him much, much closer. Your arms wrap around his neck, your legs around his hips to draw him near. He grunts, surprised by your actions but loving the warmth of your body surrounding him.

Every kiss lights fire within you, your body arching into his as his name slips from your lips. Hoseok curses, begging you to say it again and again as he grows crazed with your sweet voice.

His lips trail kisses to the column of your throat, nipping and sucking his mark into the flesh. He can’t help himself. The taste of your skin is sinful, fueling a hunger that had been dormant for centuries. His teeth sink into the skin, making you gasp in surprise before your fingers tangle in his thick locks, tugging them forcefully as your legs spread wider for him.

“Mine,” he rasps, his tongue licking the indentions of his teeth. He grins, eyes glassy with a certain giddiness at knowing you’re marked as his for the world to see, although he’d rather keep you under lock and key. That’s a thought for another time.

“Yours,” you echo. Hoseok chuckles, kissing his way down to your breasts, kissing each of them before cupping one and swirling his tongue around the nipple of the other. You sigh, loving the feel of his warm tongue on your heated skin. Soft mewls escape you, wanting more of him; of his touch.

Hoseok grunts when your fingers tug on his hair, his hooded eyes meeting yours. You smirk, tugging his hair harder before pulling him to your lips once again. Hoseok kisses you brashly, his tongue pushing past the seam of your lips. You moan, your nails digging into his back, leaving a pink trail on his skin. A hiss escapes him, his lips moving to kiss your neck once again.

“I was doing something,” he chastises with a smile. You stick your tongue out at him. “You may continue.”

Hoseok shakes his head, “you’re something else.”

You watch as he kisses your chest, his fingers rolling a pert nipple between his fingertips. His tongue flicks it after before he’s nipping and sucking marks on the sensitive skin on his way down.

“Beautiful,” he murmurs to himself as he grips your thighs, spreading them open. You resist the urge to shut them, opting for gripping the sheets instead.

Hoseok notices the slight shift, his brow raising in question.

“Are you okay?” he asked, concern laced in his words. You nod, assuring him you’re okay.

Hoseok hesitates, his gaze never leaving yours as he studies you for a moment. Thoughts race through his mind in a nanosecond before his eyes widen. He sits back on his knees, eyes wide. He swallows thickly, biting his bottom lip.

“You’re a virgin,” he mutters, running a hand through his hair.

“In this body, yes…” you state above a whisper. You look away, bashful.

Hoseok places his hand on your cheek, making you look at him. He kisses you softly, gently. “We don’t have to.”

You look at him, noting the sincerity of his words. You nod in understanding, your hand wrapping around his wrist, “I want to though.”

Hoseok nods, kissing you once again. His touch is tentative, almost as if he’s waiting for you to tell him to stop, but you never do. He’s soon settled between your legs once again, his lips pressing kisses to your inner thighs.

“Hoseok,” your eyes flutter shut as his fingertips brush your wet folds. Hoseok grins smugly, his fingers delving deeper, yearning to hear more of those dulcet moans meant only for him.

‘Mine,’ he thinks as one of his fingers circles your entrance before he pushes in. You bite your lip, focused on Hoseok as he pushes a second finger into you, testing the waters. You moan as he curls his fingers, his thumb brushing your clit in a teasing manner.

“That’s it, love. Moan for me. Let me hear those sweet moans,” he spurs you on, his voice gravely. You moan louder, pleading with him to keep going as you feel a familiar heat building in your body. Your thighs clasp together, back arching off the bed as your hand grabs Hoseok’s arm, nails digging in. Hoseok hisses but doesn’t say a word as he watches you unravel at his touch beneath him.

You writhe and wither underneath him. His name rolling off your tongue in a mantra mixed with curses as your eyes squeeze shut and pleasure overwhelms your body.

“I’ve missed this,” Hoseok admits as you take a moment to catch your breath. You lay on the bed, your chest rising and falling as you try to regain your senses. Hoseok chuckles, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips.

“Let’s do that again, my love. Only this time, how about you cum wrapped around my cock?” Hoseok raises a brow, his hand stroking his cock. Your eyes trail down his body until they land on his dick. Your mouth waters at the sight.

You sit up, pushing Hoseok onto his back before climbing over him. A surprised laugh escapes Hoseok as he sees you on top of him, straddling his hips.

“Well, hello to you too,” he teases as you lean down to kiss him. His lips meld perfectly with yours, his hold on your hips tightens. Hoseok can’t wait to be inside you, filling you full of his cock and cum. The thought alone has his dick throbbing, his hips rutting into yours.

“Please,” he gasps as your hand wraps around him. Your lips kiss and nip at his neck. Your teeth scrape the sensitive skin. “Fuck.”

You’re pleased with yourself when you hear him moan for you, a spark of need rousing in you. Your tongue teases him as you move down, licking and flicking at his nipples before kissing down to his navel. His body is just as beautiful as the last time you’d seen him.

You press a kiss under his navel, sucking teasingly at the skin. Hoseok grunts, whining after as he calls you a tease before his hips buck and you stroke his cock. You feel pride swell in your chest, admiring how out of his mind he already looks from just a few kisses and your delicate touch.

“My dear,” Hoseok’s saccharine tone has a fresh wave of arousal washing over you, a warmth spreading from your belly all the way to your fingertips and toes. “I need to have you, to taste you.”

“All in due time, my love.” the lilt in your voice makes him throb.

“Fuck,” Hoseok curses, head lolling back, lips parted as he moans when he feels the tentative way you lick his cock from base to tip. He loses himself in the heat of your warm, wet mouth wrapped around the head of his cock. For a virgin, you sure remembered a lot about him and his preferences in bed.

Your teasing doesn't last. Your head bobs up and down, loving the taste of him and the heaviness of his cock on your tongue. You missed this, missed him. You widen your mouth, inhaling before deep throating him. Hoseok whines; stars in his eyes as he bites his bottom lip in a failed attempt to muffle your name escaping him.

“Fuck this! I need to taste you.” Hoseok grabs your arm and then your hips before he’s turning you. You gasp, feeling his tongue licking at your clit as he settles your hips over his face. You wriggle, trying to move off him, but Hoseok’s hand comes down to spank you. A satisfied growl leaves his lips as his tongue delves deeper into you.

You moan, returning to sucking his cock. Your mouth feels so full and the way Hoseok is eating your cunt, you can’t help but grow wetter, dripping on Hoseok’s lips and chin.

“Fuck, yes! Yes!” he smacks his lips together, the taste of you heavy on his tongue as you fuck his face while bobbing your head up and down. You’re drooling all over his cock, slobbering all over it as it runs down to his balls, which you roll in your free hand.

Hoseok is moaning and groaning, cock throbbing in your mouth as you roll your hips. Your thighs tremble, finding it hard to hold your weight as Hoseok digs his fingers deeper into the skin of your hips, marking them.

“Hoseok,” the cry of his name is a warning. He grunts, his tongue adding pressure to your clit, his fingers pushing into you as he feels you clench around them.

“Come for me, dear. Let yourself go,” he encourages, albeit muffled.

You sit up, head tilted back as you scream his name up into the ceiling, thighs quivering as you rock back and forth. Hoseok tongues at your clit until he knows you’re completely spent and falling forward.

He chuckles, helping you up and lying you on the bed. Your meek smile greets him as he licks the glossiness off his lips.

“I love the way you taste,” he smirks. You cover your eyes, but he grabs both of your hands to pin over your head. “Don’t hide from me.”

Before you can retort, his lips are on yours once again, his tongue pushing past your lips, allowing you to taste yourself on his tongue. Your moans meld with his; body burning with desire as he lines his cock up at your entrance.

“My love… my dear, is this what you want?” His hand strokes your cheek. You lean into his touch, eyes closing as his thumb runs over your lips.

“Yes, I want you. We’ve been apart too long, Seokie.” The pet name has his eyes fluttering shut, his cock rock hard.

“I love you,” he whispers, his lips pressing against yours.

“I love you, too.” You whisper in response as your hands find themselves weaved in his hair. Your legs wrap around his hips securely, feeling his cock press into you with the slightest, fleeting touch. A moan escapes you, desire clear in your eyes as Hoseok pushes into you.

“Fuck,” he gasps, his face buried in your neck, breathing in your scent. His lips press kisses to your skin as you gasp, eyes wide. You grunt, relaxing as Hoseok whispers sweet nothings into your ear. His kisses distract you, feeling him eventually bottom out.

Hoseok is stoic, focusing on your breathing. He kisses your lips, feeling your nails dig into his back as he gives a tentative rock of his hips.

“Hoseok!” you exclaim in surprise before moaning, wanting more of him. Hoseok rocks his hips again, his lips kissing you passionately, teeth tugging at your bottom lip.

“Fuck, so tight,” Hoseok grunts, eyes fluttering close as he feels how wet you are for him. His thrusts are slow and shallow at first, too scared to hurt you, but as your moans grow in octaves, he feels confident enough to fuck you harder.

Your hands run over his body, settling on his strong shoulders as he looks down at you. Your kiss-swollen lips pulled into a gentle smile as you wrap your arms around his neck to pull him closer, hugging him.

“Love you… love you, Hoseok. Don’t leave me again,” you murmur against his shoulder, moaning when his hips deliver a rather hard thrust.

“Never. I’ll never leave you again, I swear it. You are mine… all mine. Until the end of time, I swear it to you and the Lord of the Underworld.” Hoseok presses his finger over your heart, his name rising to the skin, just as it’s seared into your heart. “For all eternity, my love.”

Your lips meet his, kissing him with a renowned hunger. Hoseok grabs your hips tight before moving to grab your legs to press together and throw over his shoulder. You moan, arching as your hands search for purchase. Hoseok grunts, cursing and growling as he feels the tightness of this new position. His cock nestled deeply in your cunt, feeling you clench around him while your hands toy with your nipples.

Pleasure courses through every bit of your body, your sweet moans filling the room as you take everything Hoseok offers. The sound of your coupling is obscene, your cheeks flushing with heat.

You get the overwhelming sensation to touch Hoseok, your legs falling from his shoulders, spreading to wrap around his hips before pressing your palms onto his chest, “wanna ride you.”

Hoseok nods, rolling the both of you over. Your thighs grip him tight as your palms land on the smooth planes of his chest. Your hips rock slowly, cautiously as your fingers trace the ridges of his abdomen. You lick your lips, pressing a kiss to his lips before your hips rise and fall. Hoseok sighs, hands resting lazily on your hips as he watches you bounce on his cock.

The pleasure ebbs its way onto your face is euphoric. Hoseok watches you intently, noticing the slight parting of your lips as the softest moans escape you. You drag your nails down his chest, making his hips buck upward, moaning your name. His hair’s disheveled as his head falls back onto the bed, his breathing heavier.

Hoseok’s hands roam your body before settling on the swell of your breasts, cupping them and toying with the nipples, teasing them to add to your pleasure. Your eyes flutter shut, mouth agape as you grind your hips down on his.

“Hoseok! S-so close,” you stutter, wanting to reach your end, your euphoria. Hoseok moved one hand to your clit, the other to your hip as he thrusts upward. You moan loudly, pleasure rolling over your body in waves as you bounce on his thick cock.

Hoseok moans your name, feeling your wetness soaking his cock and balls. It’s messy, but he loves it. His hand moves to your ass, kneading it roughly as he sits up to wrap his lips around your nipple. You place your head on his shoulder, grinding on him as you nose at his neck.

Hoseok holds you close, thrusting into you as you try to muffle your moans and cries in his neck. Hoseok kisses you, his hands cupping your face as you shudder, eyes squeezed shut as his cock pushes into you deeply, your cunt clenching tightly.

Your nails dig into his back, “Hoseok!”

“That’s it, my dear. Cum all over my cock. It’s yours… all yours. Cream all over it, mark me as yours,” Hoseok rubs your back, kissing and nipping at your shoulder as you cry his name once again. You clutch him tightly, eyes closed as your pussy spasms around his cock.

Hoseok grunts, hissing as he cums. Rope after thick rope of cum coat your walls generously. His hips pumping into you until every drop is inside you. Hoseok holds you tight in his arms, kissing your cheek and stroking your hair as he whispers sweet words.

With caution, Hoseok pulls out of you with a wince before lying beside you. He wraps you up in his arms, his chest pressed to your back, “how are you feeling?”

“Sore,” you chuckle as you relax in his arms. Hoseok apologizes, kissing your temple.

“What happens now?” You ask as your fingers trace circles on the back of his hand. Hoseok mulls his answer over in his head, biting his bottom lip.

“We find somewhere new to live. We can collect souls or live this life as our last,” Hoseok tells you. You look at him from over your shoulder.

“I want to be with you… forever.”

“Forever it is then, my love,” Hoseok smirks, bringing your hand to his lips to kiss it before setting it back down. “Forever it is.”

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HAUNTED HOOTENANNY Saturday October 3 | Silverpine Forest | 6:30-9:30PM WrA | 8:30-11:30PM MG

Neutral Event | Warmode OFF | Bring Tongues Potions | WrA | MG/Other realms welcome!

What is the Haunted Hootenanny? The Haunted Hootenanny is Fence Macabre’s annual October party. Come visit us at our headquarters, Vagrant’s Respite, in Silverpine Forest (proxy: farm near Ambermill 63, 56)! Square dance to a hand-curated list of barn-bustin’ music, test your speed and accuracy at our Bottle-Blastin’ mini game; tell and listen to spooky, scary tales that send shivers down your spine; and even come by to the Fence Warehouse, the only time of the year where all of our merchants’ wares will be up for sale!

The Basics

Date: Saturday October 3rd Time: 6:30-9:30PM (WRA/PST); 8:30PM-11:30PM (MG/CST) Location: Vagrant’s Respite, Silverpine Forest (63, 56) Anchors: Loira-WyrmrestAccord (Horde) | Oceanid-WyrmrestAccord (Alliance) How to get here Horde: Portal to Undercity, Fly to Silverpine Forest Alliance: Portal to Ironforge, Fly to Refuge Pointe (Arathi Highlands), Fly to Silverpine Forest

Schedule

6:30 WRA (8:30 MG) - Event Start 6:45 WRA (8:45 MG) - Opening Speech; Activities Open Immediately After 8:30 WRA (10:30 MG) - Tombstone Tales 9:00 WRA (11:00 MG) - Raffle Entry Closes 9:30 WRA (11:30 MG) - Closing Ceremony, Winners Announced

Join us on Discord! Find us on Twitter!

Booth Activities

Bottle Blastin’

Your favourite semi-retired salesman and the friendliest Forsaken in Fence Macabre, *Billy Highman* returns to run Bottle Blastin' at this year's Haunted Hootenanny! Make sure to get your name down on our list of competitors - this fan favourite has fierce competition, limit of 30 people per faction.

The competition is divided into two sections: preliminaries and finals. Signups will be cut-off fifteen minutes after the start of the activity, or when the signup cap is reached - whichever comes first. Each raid group will then have people come up to shoot in groups of six, working their way down the list from top to bottom. Each member of the group will take one shot. If they pass, they move onto the next round. If they fail, they're eliminated. This continues until only six contestants remain between Alliance and Horde, moving onto the finals.

Potion Roulette Fence’s resident Apothecary, Loira Winford is opening her potion stores for this game of chance. Want to breath fire? Float above the ground? Look like someone else? Be sure to stop by Potion Roulette, where Zori is eagerly waiting to meet you and Loira is… well, she’s there too.

All potions on offer are safe for consumption by both living and dead, and all effects are temporary. As this is a game of chance, we don’t know what potion you might get! That’s the chance you take when you try Potion Roulette.

Hog Wrasslin’ Fence Macabre’s beloved truffle sniffer and intruder headbutter returns to this year’s Hootenanny! If you’re wanting to test both strength and skill, come try your luck against the toughest and cutest Undead hog in the Eastern Kingdoms! The ever friendly Velvet will get you ready to go, and make sure you get your prize. No need to sign up in advance, just drop on by with a good attitude and be ready to try your best!

Remember, Popcorn’s family to us and she’s real fierce - underestimate her and you’re bound to get hurt! Your job is to catch her, but you can’t hurt her: no weapons, no magic, no outside items or help.

Chuck Wagon Vittles Well it wouldn’t be a proper party without some grub! Chortlerip and Taoln are preparing a delightful array of dishes for our living companions, while our Undead friends will doubtlessly enjoy our offerings from The Bloated Rat. With a range of drinks for dead and living alike, we asked none other than The Squeaky Wheel to send over some of their favourites. Come out and enjoy the buffet, where members of the Fence will be happy to get you sorted with your snacks.

Menu Coming in October!

Tombstone Tales Tombstone Tales are back at this year’s Haunted Hootenanny! Our favourite Ink-slinger, Ryeolan Quillsong will be overseeing the sharing of your spook stories and ghastly tales! Taking place in the Fence’s barn, we promise that the spirits aren’t your imagination. Silverpine is quite haunted, and the Respite is no exception. If your tale is Ryeolan’s favourite, there’s a lovely prize in it for you: an illustrated scene from your story!

Submit your story here!

Fence Warehouse The Haunted Hootenanny 2020 Warehouse is a special event for both our customers and our merchants. During the warehouse, ALL items from ALL participating merchants will be up for sale: we normally only bring a selection of wares to each market, they’re difficult to transport after all! Silverpine’s own Sheriff, Remington Thornbolt will be handling the delivery and placing of your others alongside Fence’s artist in residence, Calria Dawnbrook.

Prop up your feet, grab your beverage of choice, and get to reading! Our menu’s expansive and we’re looking forward to receiving your orders. To pick up for order at the Hootenanny, you must place it before October 3rd. Orders placed on October third will be delivered to you ICly up to a fortnight after the Hootenanny’s conclusion.

Fence Warehouse Menu & Order Form

Hallowed Whispers Silverpine is full of secrets, and yours could well be added to them. Bakuzan Burlycloud will be available all night. Your conversations will be private: just you, her, and her plants.

Square Dancin’ Spinning spooky tracks that’ll get you down on the dance floor (or dance field, in our case), resident moonshine brewer Old M.C. Donald returns for the second year in a row! Forget your glowsticks? Not to worry, we’ve got plenty. Listen on in right here.

Frequently Asked Questions

"I’m Alliance, or from X Server, can I come?"

Yes, absolutely! Fence Macabre is a neutral guild and, as such, this is a neutral event. Everyone is welcome to attend. However, do keep in mind that Fence Macabre is primarily comprised of Forsaken: if your character would have a problem with that, or if the’re die-hard military and strongly opposed to the opposite faction, this isn’t the place for you.

When does this take place? Our 2020 date is Saturday October 3rd. The event runs from 6:30-9:30pm server, and will begin promptly. You’re welcome to stay as long as you like afterwards!

Is there anything I shouldn’t do in Silverpine Forest? (IC) If you are a scarlet crusader or adhere to Scarlet-like ideology, you will be shot on sight. You will not be buried. (IC) If you cause a ruckus, harass people, or are disrespectful to attendees or the hosts during the event, you will be walloped and thrown out. Don’t be that person. (OOC/IC) Be respectful of the speakers. Hard work has gone into their stories, and talking while they’re trying to tell them is extremely disrespectful and rude. Don’t be that person having a full-blown conversation while everyone’s trying to listen to the speaker. Reactionary emotes are welcome and encouraged. But keep unrelated conversations and emotes during storytelling in party chat or in whispers.

#events #haunted hootenanny #Haunted Hootenany 2020

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Marching On

Hello folks, happy March. I hope this first sixth of 2020 has been as good to you as it could be. I am mostly delighted about the arrival my new book, An Excellent Booke of the Arte of Magicke, a collaboration with my friend and colleague Phil Legard on a sixteenth-century grimoire and scrying record of conjuring spirits, receiving magical texts, and learning from dead magicians. It was published by Scarlet Imprint and they have done a characteristically amazing job. I've recently been on a couple podcasts talking about it to Gordon White of Rune Soup, Cooper Wilhelm of Witchhassle, and Alexander Eth of Glitch Bottle. I am so pleased for this material to be getting into the hands and practices of magical practitioners.

In brief, March sees me returning to Salem, Massachusetts to discuss sorcerous tattooing and fire magic, as well as popping over to the UK to talk devils and the dead and see pals at a symposium dedicated to a black magic saint, before scuttling over to New Orleans for a whole necromancy conference. Life eh.

So, firstly, I will be speaking on Sorcery for Tattoos on Thursday 5th March at Witch City Ink. This is the re-scheduled class from January - anyone who bought tickets to that should have already been emailed to remind you your tickets are still valid! I'm looking forward to discussing aspects of sorcerous tattooing and other workings and ideas of embodied image magics with this community of magical practitioners, artists, and enthusiasts.

Then, on Saturday 7th March, I begin a very exciting collaboration with The Cauldron Black to deliver the first instalment of my new five-part webinar series, Advanced Elemental Magic for Beginners. This series will be running once a month, webcasting and recorded in front a live witch-shop audience at The Cauldron Black. Folks can come to the live recording or they can purchase tickets to watch online and receive the recording. I'm excited to be combining my love of travelling to deliver talks, with getting this material out to a wider audience who might not be able to get to the Witch City.

I'm very pleased that this month affords the opportunity to return to the chalky shores of Albion, both to see family and get some sorcery cooking. On Thursday 19th March I will be teaming up with my Radio Free Golgotha co-host Jesse Hathway Diaz to deliver some short papers on spiritwork and folk necromancy at Treadwell's Books for A Night With the Spirits. My paper, 'Turbulent Spirits: Devils and the Dead in Early Modern Necromancy', will examine folkloric devils, grimoire demons, and spirits who disguise themselves as the dearly departed dead; while in his talk, 'Hallowed Bones, Restless Dead: Saint Necromancy in Iberia and the New World', Jesse will be looking at the necromancy embedded within saint veneration and sorcery. It's always great to speak at Treadwell's, and I'm especially happy to effectively be bringing an RFG roadshow to London!

Then later that weekend I am attending the Saint Cyprian Symposium, where I am excited to see some good friends, as well as hopefully meet some penpals for the first time, and of course enjoy some fascinating lectures and discussion on the Good Sorcerer Saint of nigromancers and grimoirists.

Then at the end of the month it's back across the seas to glorious New Orleans for the International Necromancy Consortium's first conference, at which I will be speaking on early modern European traditions and practices of necromancy: especially around dream incubation, graveyard etiquette, and ritual tools. I am very pleased to be spoiled for necromantic convocations this month, and INC's inaugural 2020 event promises to be a marvellous collection of practitioners sharing information and perspectives.

As a result of this travel, my schedule for readings and coaching is a little more fraught than usual, but I am taking limited bookings if you would like to reach out. Likewise, I will be out-of-office and unable to take on certain talismanic projects by mid-March, so if you're considering commissioning something, really do reach out now!

I hope the shift from the dancing Fishes of Pisces to the emboldened Ram of Aries does you well, and I hope to see you on the road perhaps. To marching onwards!

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Ok, sorry y’all! NOW here’s the monthly roundup for September!

Have y’all enjoyed all the INCREDIBLE updates we got last month? I know I did!! Please be sure to give our authors and artists all the love for all their hard work!!! And have a look at the end of the post for a VERY IMPORTANT ANNOUNCEMENT!!! And now, without further ado, here we gooooooooo!!! Under the cut, unless Tumblr ate it.

@snowbellewells completed A Story Told at Last. Rated T. Artwork by @branlovestowrite.

Historical Literature Professor Henry Mills has the chance of a lifetime before him. He might finally uncover the truth of a folktale that has intrigued him for years. But, when the whole story comes to light, will he be able to accept the story that needs to be told?

@let-it-raines completed Not Your (Soul)Mate. Rated M. Artwork by @captainsjedi.

Killian Jones doesn’t like the idea of soulmates. He sees how happy his friends are with theirs, but he still doesn’t like the idea, not when he’s found love and lost it time and time again only to still not know his sign. He has no markings on his skin, no voices in his head, but then one day he meets Emma Swan and everything changes. Because, well, he may not have ink on his skin to tell him who to love, but the very first time that he hears Emma’s voice he knows that she’s the one for him. Then again, that could simply be his desire talking. After all, for every word she speaks, he becomes aroused.

It’s not the worst thing in the world to be incredibly attracted to a beautiful woman, but things aren’t that simple when she doesn’t have any interest in being his soulmate.

He’s screwed. And not in the good way.

@courtorderedcake posted Roses, a CS rendering of the classic fairytale Tam Lin. Rated E. Artwork by @eastwesthomeisbest.

A CS retelling of Tam Lin, the classic fairytale.

Liberties taken. Magic and Fae BS in play.

@teamhook posted Rionnag Dorcha Gorm (Dark Blue Star). Not rated. Artwork by @hollyethecurious.

It is said that evil is not born but made. This is how an act of kindness is twisted into a story about revenge. Emma and Killian are childhood friends until a tragedy separates them will another reunite them.

From last years event, @kymbersmith-90 updated Divine Intervention. Rated E. Artwork by @hollyethecurious.

Brothers Liam and Killian Jones are on the hunt for their father, Brennan Jones, who has gone missing in his hunt for the supernatural creature that killed their mother. But along the way, the brothers discover that the supernatural world is much bigger than they could ever have imagined.

And someone else has big plans for one of them.

@thejollyroger-writer completed What Happened in Berkshire. Rated G. Artwork by @captainsjedi.

When Emma’s boyfriend leaves her for the woman he’s been cheating with, she accepts an offer from her hospital to move to England. While she is out celebrating her thirtieth birthday with her friends before they head back to America, she drunkenly kisses the statue of Captain Hook in front of Eton College, and he comes to life. Together, he and Emma try to figure out what this curse means for them by searching for the witch that cursed him in the first place — are they really True Love, as he wants to believe they are, or did Emma’s magic go awry?

From last year’s event, @seriouslyhooked updated Lost Souls and Reveries. Rated M. Artwork by @shipsxahoy.

Killian Jones is a wolf shifter without roots, without plans, and without a pack. He’s a rogue, someone humans should avoid and shifters should be wary of given his lineage. But one night years back set him on a path he didn’t realize he was taking, a path leading to the future he was destined for. That future is tied up in one woman – a human named Emma Nolan. Together Emma and Killian will find not only answers but a love that’s truly fated. But will love be enough to set both of them free, or will past demons win out in the end?

@snowbellewells updated Face to Face in the Broad Daylight, her sequel to last years fic, Run to Me (In the Dead of Night). Rated T. Artwork by @branlovestowrite.

Here we have a sequel to my werewolf, alternate season two and beyond fic from last year’s CSSNS. You probably want to read that story "Run to Me (in the Dead of Night)" first, or it might be a bit confusing in places. This second story in the same universe partially exists just because I wanted to revisit these couples and enjoy a bit more of their fluffy happily ever afters. However, we may also see them get into some new surprises and challenges, and of course we need to see if Rumplestiltskin is still under control or back to his usual scheming and plotting. I hope you will enjoy. I’m so glad to be part of this event again, and this is just the opening chapter.

@courtorderedcake updated Hallow with accompanying artwork 1 2. Rated E.

"The Goblin King was prepared to host the Darkness, stealing Fae women away to their corrupted lands underneath the ground as concubines. The Darkness chose another in his stead, but not before this selected vessel enacted a devastating attack in its vengeance, revealing its hatred & rage. The battle was a lesson the old kings had forgotten; never underestimate an opponent.

Many more lives were lost as they razed over any who dared defy The Goblin King's will. Only the pure love of our rulers united in matrimony, breaking the Vorpal Dagger, sealed the darkness and the Goblin menace away. The light flourished under their fair rule, and the queen bore a child as pure as moon beams, swan feathers, and starlight. They lived happily ever after, and shall be written in history as Heroes for All Time."

This is the history Princess Emma memorizes from the day she is born, paraded about and presented only with the highest protection. The palace is a cage she wishes to escape, desperately. Not careful what wishes she made, Emma discovers history is written by the victors - The Dark One has an entirely different version of the events that took place.

@jarienn972 updated A Simple Spell. Rated T. Artwork by @cocohook38.

This story is my entry into the 2019 Captain Swan Supernatural Summer event and is my first venture into AU territory. Storybrooke remains our setting but I've switched up some of the characters and familial relations to better suit this tale of prodigal witch Emma who returns to her birthplace to learn lots of secrets about herself and cast a spell that could change everything.

@whimsicallyenchantedrose updated Until the Stars Are All Alight, her CS LOTR au. Rated T. Artwork by @clockadile.

When Emma Swan steals a yellow Volkswagen Beetle, she has no idea it will lead her toward an adventure filled with danger and intrigue, sacrifice and a love stronger than anything she could imagine. Tasked with bringing the Savior home, the elf, Killian Jones of Misthaven travels to the Land Without Magic. Can he convince Emma to fulfill her destiny before the Dark One regains power and takes over all of the Enchanted Forest?

@welllpthisishappening completed All Was Golden In the Sky. Rated M. Artwork by @resident-of-storybrooke. Chapter artwork by @distant-rose and extra artwork by @optomisticgirl can be found on Laura’s blog posts.

Magic is dying.

Emma knows it. She can feel it, the emptiness rattling around in her, like it’s trying to make sure she disappears as well. What she doesn’t know is what to do about it, because, suddenly, there is a man in Storybrooke claiming she’s the Savior and a seeress certain a prophecy promises the same and the last thing she expects is for her minimal amount of lingering power to pull her away.

To New York City.

And another oddly familiar man with blue eyes and a smile that sinks under her skin and makes magic bloom in the air around her. Things are about to get interesting.

And finally, we had original art post from @djlbg.

WOW!!! I mean… WOW!!! What a MONTH!!! We had 4 fics complete, 2 updates from last years event, original art, and all the other updates in between!!! I’m so thankful to be a part of such a talented and prolific fandom!!! Thank you all from the bottom of my heart for your participation and enthusiasm!! I can’t wait to do this again next year!!!

Which brings me to the VERY IMPORTANT ANNOUNCEMENT!!! CSSNS 2020 is a GOOOOO!!!!! We’ve had a tremendous response for the past two years and so we’ll do it for one more year. So for those of you who have participated either year and want to do it again, for those of you who just recently joined the fandom, or for those of you who, like me, have just started writing or arting, start thinking about what you might like to do next year. Signups will open in late January and I can’t wait to see what everyone comes up with!! So spread the word!!! Any questions, be sure to send us an ask, or you can contact me directly at @kmomof4.

I’ll be back in November with the monthly roundup for October. Until then y’all!

#cssns #monthly roundup #September #September roundup #cssns2020 #is a goooo #I can't wait!!!

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HALLOW’S INK 30: THE MISTRESS OF THE MANOR, Lady Dohllia Porcelynn Manikinsley

“Why don’t you be a doll and GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOUSE.”

(Day 30 of Bogleech’s 31 Day Horror House)

#31 day horror house #HAUNTED DOLL #creepy doll #ink #ink drawing #hallow's ink #hallow's ink 2020 #character design #monster design #creature design #art #artists on tumblr

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AZB @ SIKINOS VOL.3 — Join us this year as we return to Sikinos island for the third time (check 2018 & 2019 past events). During the weekend of the 17th and the 18th of July 2021 (from 19:00 to 22:00), AZB will present at the yard of the old school of Kastro village all the zines that were added to the library since summer of 2019. Also, on Saturday the 17th of July we will hold an open zine workshop (at 19:00) on how to make an one-page zine.

Free entrance. — The event is sponsored by the Municipality of Sikinos and is supported by the SNFPHI (The Stavros Niarchos Foundation Public Humanities Initiative at Columbia University). — List of zines (in alphabetical order) participating at the exhibition "AZB @ Sikinos VOL.3":

• _Brut — Álvaro Fernández • 15. August 2020. A day in the life — Various • 1998-2018: 20 years making zines!/20 anos zinando! — Julie Albuquerque • Abnormal — George Tourlas • Abrasion — Kati Akraio • Airlines on paper — Tefra90 • An illustrated guide to insta-emotions — Kati Akraio • Anartchy — Jens Besser & Shlomo Faber • Another day in the office — Sophia Tolika • Armarolla, issues #1-4 — Stelios Hadjithomas • Around Labor, Art, and the Auratic Condition (This is Not a Love Song) — Various • ArtSexDrugsRevolution.gr — Θείο Τραγί • Atomphysik — Philip Joa • Autobioskat — Georgios Plastok • Berliner Mortis Zine — Livor Mortis Zine & Berliner Mauern • Bernd — Daria Rubisch • Blurry territory, notes for a topography of curiosity — Georgios Plastok & Alfred Fabricius • body / struck, issue 1 — Ifigeneia Ilia-Georgiadou & Angelos Kalogerias • Boys! Männer! — Michalis Pichler • Camila — Julie Albuquerque • Carousel #4 — Various • CcBnC issue[1]: prall — Prall • Cheesyphus — Dennis Muñoz Espadiña • Choose your fighter — Jovana Ćubović & Nataša Mihailović • Claustrophobic Tendencies — Never Brush My Teeth • Cockroach Milk — Never Brush My Teeth • Confused Jack — Inés Ballesteros • Crucial Zine, 2019/20 Winter Holiday Special — Various • Crucial Zine, issues #8-11 — Various • Crucial Zine,The CB1 years/MMVIII-MMXI — Various • Dadatek: a manifesto against techno — filtig • DCIM — Κυκλοθυμία & το σφάλμα • Deadiario — Julie Albuquerque • Desired landscapes, issue #3 — Various • Divine Furies Trilogy: The Oracle, The Rescue & The Wedding Night — Nikos Kachrimanis • Do polaroids dream of instant cameras? — Nikos K. Kantarakias • Doors of Athens — Death Vallée & Tarta Ross • Doors of Kypseli — Eleanor Lines • Dotter — Aimilia Balaska • Enterprise Projects Journal, issues #1-4 — Kostas Stasinopoulos, Evita Tsokanta, Myrto Katsimicha, Panos Giannikopoulos • Faces n' Chases, vol.01 — RTMONE & Nadia Stasinou • Finding New Problems — Andromache Kokkinou • Footnotes, issue C — Various • For the love of God — Sinde Butler • Garm zine — Ιωάννης Καρμανιώλος • Giant-size Holy Shit Comix! — Tasmar • Goodbye Horses — Mass Control Superviolence • Graffiti from an American Refugee — Pockets • Greatest hits — Michalis Pichler • GRIP — Aidan Frere-Smith • Gutzine — Various • Hallow Zine — AUB Zine Society (various) • Haras 2nd class — Sarah Maria Schmidt/Haras (Ananas) • Have some change — Mass Control Superviolence • Help — Andromache Kokkinou • Herbal healing: Making Fire Cider — J Henry Hansen • Hibernation — Fred Afraid • Holy shit comix!, issue #3 — Tasmar • Home Is Where The Heart Is — Aidan Frere-Smith • Hotfoot Terrors — Never Brush My Teeth • How to exist at the beach as a non-conforming body — Asparagus Plumosa • How to make your own one-page zine / Πως να φτιάξεις το δικό σου μονοσέλιδο ζιν — The Athens Zine Bibliotheque • I wonder if they could hear me jerking off and other closet fag tips — Unknown • Imaginary Memories, coloring book — RTMONE • Indie music: From fans to professionals — Athanasia Daskalopoulou, Alexandros Skandalis, Maria Dianellou, Fay Daskalopoulou • İşkembe çorbası - Χαϊκού για γερό στομάχι — Χάρης Αλεξίου • Kavourakia Ta — Queer Ink • Kiefer on dirtbike — Tefra90 • Let's talk about feelings — Unknown • Lethargic Punch — Never Brush My Teeth • Light your future bright, 2nd edition — Barba Dee • Livor Mortis Zine #1 Hype in the Hypogeum — SBF Ruttley • Livor Mortis Zine #13 Mo Honey Mo Problems — SBF Ruttley • Livor Mortis Zine #2 Party Hits Vol.2 — SBF Ruttley • Livor Mortis Zine #6(66) The Number of the Beast — SBF Ruttley • Lord — DED2: APESK, ΗΓΗ • Lost in the city — Inés Ballesteros • Lung-Independent music fanzine, issue #6 — Various • Manual — Leifur Ýmir Eyjólfsson • Map of Santorini, Greece — Lila Ruby King & One Quarter Greek • Mercury Retrograde — Asparagus Plumosa • Moan, issue one — Various • Modern savior — Marianna Papageorgiou • Monsanto Company Earnings Call Transcript — Michalis Pichler • Moth. — Asparagus Plumosa • My first bike touring adventure — J Henry Hansen • My pen won't break, but borders will. — Parwana Amiri • Neo Mythological — The Krah • Neptune Square Neptune or my midlife crisis — J Henry Hansen • Networking with an attitude! 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N17, N16

(SX 742760) 28/11/ 2020

I am slow to write about this walk. For days after, whenever I close my eyes, visions arise, vivid and intense. Spooling and searing under lids, I need time to process what feels like a profound experience. Hallowed and spiritual, time distorted, surreal and dreamlike, we are moving through a white space, still without a whisper of wind. Silence magnified. The sighting of a magnificent raven perched on a boundary wall, silhouetted against the gloom, statuesque and blacker then coal. Its eerie caw, rasping, cuts through the stillness. We watch, still and wordless, spellbound by its presence, reluctant to peel away to continue on our journey. The sighting feels totemic. This is the ravens space, not ours.

Jennie points out a tiny plant no more than finger height amongst the moor grass, dew drops suspended, crystal cut on delicate limbs—it radiates amongst earthly hues, no seasonal decoration able to match its completeness. Stripped back to the elements, away from noise and distraction, the high moor often feels otherworldly, now swathed in thick fog, visibility reduced to less than a few metres, the landscape is positively alien. Spatial perspective has dissolved and we are suspended in a colourless void. A place where there is no middle or far distance, no front, back or sideways, no horizon or sky. Only the here and now. Just us, breathing in whiteness, the sound of boots trudging. For all we know we might have slipped through a megalith portal, crossed over a time and space threshold and be walking in a different dimension and reality.

My eldest daughter Libby joined us on this walk. All three of us seeking relief and respite on the moor and in each other’s company; vital therapy for shaking out the suffocating insularity caused by the lockdown restrictions. As with Jennie’s children and my own, Libby grew up with parts of Dartmoor as her extended playground. Now, as an avid climber, she regularly searches out the moor’s rocky outcrops to boulder and climb with her partner Harry. No doubt under normal circumstances—not being pregnant and having clear visibility—she would have confidently strode out and led the way. Today however, engulfed by a swirling nothingness, unable to correlate the symbols on the map with the surrounding terrain, the compass becomes our only reliable guide.

Navigating through murky liquid water requires an act of faith. Follow the flickering red arrow, trust the magnets and the unseen. Our belief rewarded by staying on course. Landmarks marked on the map: Rippon Tor, Logan Stone, Buckland Beacon, Pil Tor and Top Tor, loom out from the grey miasma, yawning great slabs of granite, alien rock sculptures, moulded and defiant. It felt miraculous. All this despite my erroneous route planing. X may mark the spot but as we found out, almost to our peril, the links between the X’s do not necessarily follow a neatly drawn line on the map.

The walk was designed primarily around visiting Buckland Beacon, a Tor which stands 1,253ft (382m) above sea level and which Jennie had discovered hosts two slabs of stone carved with the 10 commandment’s from the Christian bible. Given our religious upbringing, exposed to the spiritual fervour of Pentecostalism, we wondered how we had not heard about the stones before.

A quick scan of the internet reveals a family who had made money through the Greenall Whitely brewery established in the 18th century in the North of England. An enterprise enabled by the seismic cultural and economic fallout from the industrial revolution. Flicking from page to page I quickly spiral into a story about commercial enterprise, the expansion of capital, wealth, political influence and private education, the tentacles of which reach Devon through the brothers William and Herbert Whitely, who moved to the county in the early 20th Century. William Whitely became lord of Buckland Manor, buying up land and a number of surrounding farms with the help of his younger brother, Herbert. As a staunch protestant and traditionalist, William commissioned local stone mason W. A. Clement to engrave the ten commandments on two slabs of granite on the south face of the Beacon in 1928. The inscription was a celebration of the Parliamentary ruling that rejected proposals to revise the Book of Common Prayer, and included the dates when the bill was passed and an eleventh commandment for good measure.

Meanwhile, the younger brother, Herbert had been busy building a menagerie on his private estate near Paignton, acquiring all manner of exotic plants and animals. In 1923 he opened his collection to the public as Torbay Zoological Gardens, a venue that later became known as Paignton Zoo. I read with interest that Herbert had a particular penchant for blue, collecting and breeding blue animals and plants. The most precious hue in nature, not really a pigment but an interplay of light on feathers, wings, skin, scales and exoskeletons. Blue is not an earthly colour, it has to be extracted from stone or made synthetically and as such has been much prized in history. The deep blue pigment 'Ultramarine' favoured by the great Italian renaissance painters, Raphael, Botticelli and Titian, was ground from the semi-precious mineral ‘Lapis lazuli’, which translates from its Middle Eastern roots as literally ‘blue stone’. Mixing and blending, accruing and containing. Blue became the colour of royalty and divinity. Peacock feather, delphinium, cerulean and the deepest indigo. A slick of blue eyeshadow drawn across Cleopatra’s brow to seduce an empire. Virgin blue, alchemy and sorcery. Blue blood and blue beard. The rich and powerful scoring words into stone and hoarding natures treasure.

Reading the inscription on the stones unearthed long forgotten memories from childhood. Stories flooded back about the wrath and vengeance of the Christian old God ‘Thou shalt have none other gods but me … I the Lord thy God am a jealous God’. Seduced and softened by modern liberalism, a new religion where, on the surface at least, we are expected to cast no judgement, the language felt controlling and finite, limited and at odds with the fecundity of the moor, which even in the deepest winter is alive. You can feel and smell the aliveness, folding and churning, a living entity. Leaf mould and dung, symbiosis, copulation and predation; the parasitic and endophytic, plant and animal and the in-between. Everywhere sprouting and spewing fungi, mulching and mashing. Names that weave story and folklore into identification of plant and fauna, marking out the deadly and the vision inducing: Witches butter, Yellow brain, Ink cap and Velvet shank. The moor speaks to an earthly spirituality, synthesising and composing, living and dying, a life renewing continuum. I take heed of myth that reflects the biological life cycle as found in the ancient trinity of the Hindu deities: Brahma, Vishnu, and Shiva—forever creating, maintaining and destroying. Alive and dead, my skin catches on the shards of granite, grains of quartz and feldspar, mingling with micro-biological lifeforms, bacteria and my own spiralling blue-print contained in DNA.

The commandment stones are no match for the elements or the passing of time. Eaten away by lichen and eroded by the onslaught of weather, the words have to be regularly chiseled to stop them disappearing altogether. A hundred years passing, not even a heartbeat in geological time. Rooted in pre-history and borne out of fire and fusion, the stones represent forces far bigger than the scratchings and scrubbings of men. Standing on the stones, taking the obligatory 'we were here' selfies, it is easy to dismiss the monument as archaic, the monomania of a rich and powerful man. But we arrive at the stones with our own set of beliefs, contained by ideological structures—some of which are invisible to even ourselves—that colour how we see our place in the world. We talk comfortably about the effect of nature on the body as evidenced through scientific measurement and analysis, the language of endorphins, lowered blood pressure and raised serotonin levels—but we are not so fluid in the language of the spiritual.

Sipping hot tea, I garble about monotheism and the cultural separation of the divine from earthly realms to an abstract other place. But I am unable to grasp the right words to explain the contradiction of the stones with the surroundings. I want to say how the arrival of the three mono religions: Judaism, Christianity and Islam elevated the divine to a non-earthly domain, somewhere over the rainbow, beyond the clouds and out of reach. The earlier gods and goddesses; the spirits and deities of rivers, trees, forests and stones were all but chased out, surviving only through folklore and myth. Whilst the life renewing vitality of the deep earth became associated with devilment and hell; a place to bury the carnal and hide our earthly appetites. Out too, went the animal spirits, the totems from which to learn and draw strength from: the sharp eyed raven, the stealth of the wild cat, the strong ox and cunning snake. In separating the divine from the corporeal we created a hierarchy and dominion that placed man atop of the pile so we might touch the divine and in doing so we cut off our roots. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. Bones and dirt, dirty old bones. Godliness became whiteness and purity, and heaven the only place where we might be free from earthly weights; the sweat and the tears, pain and sickness, shame and folly. You can see the attraction—the body weighs heavy, it breaks and is fallible. Our appetites always biting back. Too much and we get sick, too little and we get sick. How to to lighten the load? Psychedelic drugs, serotonin, diazepam, liquid ecstacy, shamanic rituals, prayer, hallucination, meditation, visions and dreams; a story to make it all go away.

The crown slips. The spires reach high up to the skies but bring us no closer to heaven. We are no more divine or kingly, as we ever were. Heaven was always here.

The spool keeps spinning and I can’t rewind. Each moment evaporates into nothingness. Gone. White space. Dense twisted oak and hardy hawthorn giving way to larger trees as we descend into the valley. Mosses, liverworts, fern and lichen. Leaf litter turning to thick mulch. Branches snag and catch loose hair as we duck beneath trees. Bulbous fruiting fungi wet to touch, animal. Three women: mothers and daughters and friends, traipsing down a winding road in the deepest winter. Smiling and laughing, savouring the moment. An old church, cool and still invites us in. Before we enter we study the lettering on the ornate clock face on the church tower, we think it spells ‘Dear Earth’. Later I find out Mr William Whitely has been at it again, replacing the numbers in 1931 with the letters ‘My Dear Mother’. I figure it means the same as our first interpretation. We enter the church and stay awhile. My girl waits outside, sitting on an old lichen covered bench amongst the granite gravestones, her trusted dog by her side. The old bones of Mr Whitely not far away feed the earth while she grows new bones deep within her belly.

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