#issa’s writing travel day

[roanniom]

the most persistent filthy thot i’ve been having lately is just being spit-roasted by steddie 😔

it’s the only thot in my head tbh

sorry issa

Cece. I’m DEAD. But also same.

Note: I wrote this - as if possessed - in an Uber, sitting in an airport, and then on a plane. I PAID FOR INFLIGHT WIFI TO FINISH THIS. Please enjoy and please comment or reblog with comments to tell me what you think ♥️

Come and Help

Steddie x Fem!reader

Warnings: NSFW, 18+ ONLY, PIV sex / unprotected sex, blow job / deep throating, threesome / spit roasting (lol), dirty dirty dirty talk

Eddie is fucking you from behind. You’re on your hands and knees on the bed, just getting absolutely railed. I’m talking everything jiggling, the sound of skin slapping wetly, his balls smacking into your clit every time he buries deep. You’re moaning so loud and Eddie chuckles behind you.

“You keep carrying on like that, Steve’s gonna hear you,” he warns. At the mention of your shared roommate, you clench down harder on his dick. It definitely doesn’t go unnoticed by Eddie, who hisses in response. “That what you want, Princess? Want Steve to hear you getting fucked open so good?”

You pant, dropping down to your elbows as you try to manage how overwhelmed the idea has made you. If you weren’t so far gone you’d deny it. But you’re gone. You’re lost in his words and his voice and how full he makes you feel so you nod.

“Y-yeah.”

Eddie laughs again, hands digging into the meat of your hips to slam you back on him harder this time.

“Yeah? That’s my slutty baby.” The dirty words are praise dripping from his mouth like honey, making you salivate. “Bet you’d want him to join us, huh?”

The moan you let out is pornographic and Eddie huffs in disbelief.

“Really? Want him to join us, Princess?”

“Want it, Eds,” you whimper pathetically. You’re past the point of self censorship. Eddie has teased you before about Steve, good naturedly pointing out how you fuck him with your eyes and flirt with him incessantly despite dating Eddie. You’ve teased Eddie back for getting turned on when Steve comes back from playing a pick up game of basketball, just a pair of tiny shorts, his shirt long since discarded, showing off his sweaty, hairy chest while gulping down water. You have both acknowledged your twisted shared attraction for your roommate, whispered through giggles in the dark of night. So Eddie bringing up Steve isn’t surprising.

But the next thing he says is.

“What if I told you that I talked to Steve and he wants to join us too?”

You stop breathing. That combined with the fact that Eddie brings his thrusting to a standstill makes everything feel like time has frozen.

You look over your shoulder back at Eddie to find him still clutching your hips. His chest heaves from the exertion of fucking you. A small smile on his lips.

“Want that pretty girl? Want Stevie to come and help me fuck you?”

You’re nodding emphatically before he finishes speaking.

“I…I want Steve to help you fuck me,” you reply softly. Shyness and shame swirl in your belly, exactly where Eddie had just been rearranging your guts. Eddie gives you a brilliant grin in response and slaps your ass lightly.

“I knew you would,” he says before cupping a hand over his mouth and calling out. “Harrington! Bring your dick in here!”

You cringe and laugh at Eddie’s choice of words and are surprised when the door immediately opens Steve walks in, a lopsided grin on his face.

“Took you guys long enough,” Steve huffs. Your eyes widen when you notice how massive his erection is in his sweatpants. He’d been outside the door listening.

“Had to get you a little worked up though, didn’t we?” Eddie hums. He pulls out of you slowly and you gasp at both the drag of his cock on the way out and at the sudden emptiness, crumpling a bit lower on the bed now that he’s no longer gripping your hips.

“I’m more than a little worked up, y’know?”

When you look back up you find Steve staring past you, his lips parted and jaw slightly slack. You glance over your shoulder to find Eddie up on his knees, stroking his cock which is wet with your slick. His other hand cups his balls and his gaze is hot and heavy. Watching Steve watch him.

Fuck.

You push up from the mattress then, rising up to your own knees for the first time since Eddie had first pushed you down and speared into you earlier. Steve’s eyes immediately fly to you. Taking in the thin tank top that’s skewed, almost fully exposing your breasts. You take the opportunity to strip it off, finally fully naked, and just as Steve’s eyes widen, you laugh and throw the garment at him. It lands draped over his fluffy head and obscuring his eyes, making him chuckle.

As he reaches to pull the tank top off his face, you turn and shuffle over to Eddie on your knees. You two make eye contact as your hands find him. Eddie’s eyes ask you silently - this still ok? You nod with a massive smile that makes him give you one of his own.

You wind your arms around his shoulders and begin kissing his neck, up to his sensitive ears. His hand speeds up on his cock, but he takes his other hand to squeeze one of your newly freed breasts appreciatively. You moan a little against his skin at the feeling.

“You guys are fucking hot,” Steve says suddenly, his voice hoarse. You both look back up at him and groan to find that he’s pulled his sweatpants down far enough to reveal his cock - massive and swollen and a needy pink - which he’s already fisting impatiently.

“So are you, big boy,” Eddie chuckles. You reach out a hand to Steve and Eddie continues. “But are gonna join us or are you just gonna watch? Because I have to start fucking someone again or I’m gonna bust.” Eddie bites your shoulder playfully when he says it and you notice Steve flush across his chest. He drops his sweatpants and boxers and clambers onto the bed, into your waiting arms.

It’s a flurry of motion at first. Almost like nobody knows who should touch who and where and how. You’re overwhelmed by the feeling of two sets of hands on you. Lips touch your neck and your back and your tits and your palms slide against hard planes of muscle and rounded edges and smooth skin.

Before you know it you’re sitting back on your heels with a hand on each of their hard cocks as they fight for dominance in the hottest kiss you’ve ever seen. Eddie’s tongue is in Steve’s mouth but his hand is in you, groping at every part he can reach. He settles on cupping your breast while Steve reaches out to grip your thigh.

It’s all so hot you can’t take it, but you still need more. When you swipe your thumbs over their weeping slits, the two men break away gasping.

“I want more,” you announce. Almost petulantly. It always works with Eddie, any kind of demands. He’s putty in your hands, so you’ve learned to ask for what you want. Eddie’s face crumbles in worry for a millisecond, afraid you feel like you’re being ignored, but you quirk the corner of your lip up to indicate that you’re definitely fine.

Steve’s the one to move forward first. He grabs you by the waist, pulling you into their bodies.

“Want us to focus on you, huh baby?” he asks.

“Yes please,” you say with a smile. Steve turns to Eddie with a grin.

“She always this cute at sweet?”

“No. She’s often a brat,” Eddie quips, giving your ass a quick slap. You preen as if he’d complimented you.

“And you love it,” you say, giving him a sloppy kiss. After a moment, Eddie pulls you from him by the back of the neck and pushes you towards Steve, encouraging you to kiss him the same way. You’re more than happy to oblige.

A little while later, you’re roused into awareness by the fact that Eddie’s started humping against your ass. You pull away from Steve, dazed, unaware of how much time has passed. You feel drunk, limp and pliable in their combined arms.

“I really meant it. If I don’t get to fuck someone soon, I’m gonna explode,” Eddie says impatiently. Your skin erupts in goosebumps as you imagine being filled by both of the men in front of you.

“I want…” you begin, but trail off. Uncharacteristically shy.

“What d’you want, baby?” Steve asks, rubbing a hand down your back soothingly. In contrast, Eddie slides his fingers into your soaked folds, playing with your aching clit. The sensation makes you buckle forward against Steve.

“I…want you both to fuck me.”

Eddie let’s out a dark groan while Steve inhales sharply.

“Yeah baby?” Eddie asks. His eyes flick to Steve who looks stricken with want. “How exactly do you want us to fuck you?”

You’re feeling positively nonverbal at this point, so you place a hand over Eddie’s big hand where it plays between your thighs and grab Steve’s hand to bring it to your mouth. When you begin sucking on his fingers, making pointed eye contact with him, his eyes almost roll back.

“Fuuuck, Princess. Yeah. Yeah we can do that.” Eddie grunts beside you.

The two men share a look above your head, agreeing on some unspoken logistic, and then they are springing into motion. Manhandling and maneuvering you the way they want.

Which is how you find yourself back where you started. On your hands and knees on the mattress. Feeling so full you could burst. But this time, as Eddie fucks into you from behind, Steve is feeding you his thick cock inch by inch into your waiting mouth.

“Are you fucking kidding me?!” Steve cries out when you swallow around him. Eddie barks out a laugh from behind you.

“She sucks cock like a champ, eh Harrington?”

“You’re fucking telling me. Shit!” Steve grasps at your hair, trying his best not to fuck forcefully into your throat, but moaning when you take him to the hilt all on your own.

Meanwhile Eddie’s back to his favorite thing in the world - gripping onto your hips and driving into your pussy like his life depends on it.

“So wet, Princess. You’re loving this, aren’t you? Stevie in your throat and me in your pussy?” Eddie says in his husky, sex-colored voice and you moan around Steve’s cock, making him curse. “Always such a good girl, but you know taking us both at the same time makes you bad, right?”

You spasm at that. Brought right up to the precipice just by his words alone. Eddie knows it, humming gleefully, and reaches down. On hand flat on the small of your back and the other winding around to find your clit.

“Princess like you wants to be bad?” he coos, swirling circles into your sensitive bud.

You’re practically seeing stars now. The feeling between your legs is so overwhelming and the feeling of Steve’s hard dick sliding in and out of your throat has tears streaming down your face. You scrabble for purchase, grabbing at Steve’s thigh and he places his hand over yours gripping you with all he’s worth.

“She might be bad, but she sure is sweet, Eds,” Steve coos. Steve wipes a thumb under your eye, sopping up the tears that have collected there, before sliding down to the spit leaking from the stretched corners of your mouth. “How does she taste?”

Eddie groans that the question.

“Check for yourself.” He lifts his hand away from your clit and you whine at the loss of stimulation, though you squeak and pipe down when he delivers a hearty slap to your ass. “Don’t you want Steve to taste you, bad girl?”

Eddie reaches over your body, offering his glistening fingers to Steve who leans forward and takes them in his mouth. His forward motion causes his cock to move forward too, settling deeper into your throat and making you gag. You breathe deeply through your nose to settle the urge, wanting to keep him as deep as possible for as long as possible, especially when you hear him start to moan.

“Holy…fuck,” Eddie mumbles, voice devastatingly low. Steve looks at him with half mast eyes as he sucks on Eddie’s fingers, his hands digging into your hair to help guide you steadily up and down his dick.

Eddie’s own dick twitches inside you as your walls begin to tighten, announcing your climax. Eddie’s fingers slip from Steve’s mouth and he trails them down the line of your back, leaving a trail of Steve’s saliva.

“You gonna cum, baby? This too much for you?”

You finally pull off of Steve’s cock with a shuddering gasp. You’re heaving, lungs desperate for the air you’ve deprived them, but as you watch Steve begin to fist his own cock in front of your face you salivate yet again.

Another spank delivered to your ass.

“I asked if you want to cum,” Eddie prompts you and you whimper.

“Yes yes please. I wanna cum. Can I cum, Eddie?” you ask, breathless.

Eddie locks eyes with Steve again over your body. Steve looks thoroughly fucked out, face, neck, and chest flushed, hair sticking up in every direction, sweat on his temples. His abdomen clenches and Eddie’s confident both of his lovers are as close as he is.

“Ask Stevie,” he says simply.

You’re completely out of it now. Cheek mashed into the sheets, lurching forward and back with each of Eddie’s thrusts, gazing up at Steve above you and watching him jerk himself off. You don’t hear Eddie’s question, so he spanks your ass again, this time on the other cheek. The sting is so good you wail, back arching and hips shimmying to push back into his next thrust.

“Ask Stevie for permission to cum,” Eddie commands.

You grip the sheets and look up at Steve, taking in his blissed out expression. The way his big hand moves punishingly up and down his shaft, the ruddy mushroom head of his cock almost disappearing in his grip with each upward tug. The pearl of precum collecting at the tip, making you want to swallow him whole yet again.

“C-can I cum, Stevie?” you ask. Practically sob. Steve’s face crumples in pleasure, so close to his own release and you beg. “Please!”

“Cum for us baby,” Steve says quietly, his free hand reaching to cup the cheek that you don’t have pressed into the mattress.

Eddie thrusts in all the way in that moment, filling you to the very top, hitting that spot that he knows you can’t resist. With his hand working your clit, and his voice muttering things like “that’s it baby” and “take it” and “come on, pretty girl,” you find yourself absolutely falling apart.

You cave in on yourself as the pressure overwhelms you. You want more and less at the same time and convulse, all of your muscles spasming at once. Your vision goes practically white as you reach the peak of your high and then you’re boneless, dropping to lie flat on your stomach, your knees no longer able to hold you up.

Eddie doesn’t mind one bit though because immediately he’s slipping out of you and turning you to flip onto your back. You lay there as Eddie shuffled up on his knees, pushing himself up between your spread legs. Stroking his cock with quick, hard pulls that you can hear because you’d soaked him with your cum.

You’re dizzy now from the heights you’d reached during orgasm, but you arch your back up from the bed luxuriously, opening your eyes to find Steve above you, his balls swinging over your face as he fucks himself with his fist in time to Eddie’s own strokes.

Eddie’s not sure where to look. Your still heaving breasts? Steve’s weeping cock in his unforgiving grip? He settles on both, eyes flying from one to the other as he reaches his climax. Steve does the same, enamored by the way Eddie touches himself with abandon and awed by the way your body melts and stretches in the aftershocks and afterglow of being fucked so well by the two of them.

Steve cums first. He groans gutturally and his hand speeds up on his cock as ropes of cum spurt out onto your chest. You gasp at the feeling and arch into it, both as a genuine reaction and then also a little for show to egg him on. The sight of Steve releasing, combined with an image he loves (cum on your tits) has Eddie cumming not long after.

“Holy fucking…Jesus fucking Christ,” Eddie groans as he spills hot, sticky cum all over your tummy. A little gets on your mound and you lift a lazy hand up to smear it a little, smiling up at him as he drops forward to look at your face.

“Feels good, Eds?” You coo. Having cum first, you’re the first recovered. You reach up with grabby hands and after catching his breath, Eddie chuckles and pulls you up into a sitting position.

You wind your arms around him, pressing you spend-sticky tits to his chest. Eddie drops a kiss to the top of your head, and you feel another one on your shoulder when Steve moves up to cocoon you in a hug from behind.

The three of you stay like that for a while, sticky, sweaty, and satisfied. Wrapped up in each other’s arms, lips pressed to any skin that can be reached.

Then Eddie lifts his head and smiles ruefully at Steve.

“Thanks for coming and helping. As you can see, she’s a handful.” As he says handful, Eddie squeezes a good handful of your breast, making you squeak and swat at him.

“Hey!” you protest without any bite, grin big on your face. You melt however when Steve palms the other one, more gently, lightly playing with your nipple. You practically slide back down into his chest, muscles jelly, lust sated but still burning like a content ember in your belly. In spite of Eddie’s teasing words you look at him with love and grasp his hand tightly.

Steve smiles down at you and then up at Eddie.

“Anytime.”

~*~

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[the-dendrophile-bookdragon]

Knife Play

Pairing: Aemond Targaryan x wife!reader

Warning: Aemond sword fighting and swirling his dagger, very spicy, Aemond (because he needs his own warning)

A/N: I watched HOTD. Did I fall down a rabbit hole? I think I'm in wonderland, that's how deep I have fallen. Did I write it while in Uni? I don't care, I can multitask. Enjoy!

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You gulped as you watched your husband twirl around the training grounds. He was circling Sir Criston. Watching him like a hawk. He waited for his next, shield raised. Criston heaved his Morningstar up and onto Aemond’s shield. It came down with a thunderous crash. You gasped, cowering your mouth with your hands.

The prince heard your gasped. His eye wandered to you to look for your wellbeing. He smirked at your concern. It spurred him on to best the Commander of the Kingsguard. He swung his sword at the knight and attacked him viciously. In the end he was the victor.

The crowd applauded him but he didn’t care. He only cared for your praise as he knew it wasn’t shallow. You didn’t compliment him on his skills so you could gain his favour. Your words were true and full of love and pride. He never understood why you were proud of him. He told you often he never saw a real war and could test his skills there. You only smiled softly. Kissed his cheek and told him he could protect you anyway.

But he never saw your growing desire during his trainings. Never heard your small breaths has he swirled his sword.

With long, leisure strode he walked over to you. He put down his sword by the other weapons for inspection and cleaning. “My dear lady wife, why do you always worry so much about me?” He smirked. Knowing your reaction to his question. “My dear lord husband, you know how much I prefer you in one piece. I love you too much to share you with the Stranger.” Your irritation amused him. To ease your worries he took a step forward. No space was left between you. He leaned down, kissing you softly. It was feather light and full of passion. His hand encircled your waist and pulled yourself closer to his lean body.

--

Aemond was sitting in your shared chambers watching the fire in the hearth dance around. You were gone to an afternoon with his mother and sister. In his hands he twirled his dagger absentmindedly. He often did it when he needed his head to be clear.

The door opened and your soft steps could be heard through the room. The silver haired prince looked up at you. A big smile breaking out on his face. “Issa jorrāelagon ābrazȳrys, how was your day?” (My dear wife). He stood up stepping around the chair and walking to you. He swirled his dagger in his hand before sheathing it scabbard.

You stood rooted to the spot. Your breathing became shallow. You tried to gulp down your arousal but it only travelled down to your lower stomach. Aemond looked up and saw your expression. He was scared he had frightened you. He cautiously stepped to you. After every step he waited for your reaction. “Issa prūmia? Everything alright?” (My heart?).

You could only nod. Your eyes fixed onto his dagger. He followed your gaze before up to your face again. He thought you were scared of him. He studied your face further. After a while he saw your dilated pupils and your deep breaths. How you gripped your lower stomach. He straightened himself, a smirk growing on his lips.”

“Oh, issa jorrāelagon. Are you aroused by watching me swirling my dagger.” He smirked as you visibly gulped. He heard you mumbling but not what about. “Speak up, dear!” You stiffened. You felt your desire pool in your lower stomach threatening to spill. Shame was written on your face, “I said, not only your dagger handling.”

Aemond let your words swirl around his brain before he smirked. “So the reason for your wide eyes isn’t only your worry” You could only nod. You felt like a deer spotted by a hunter. The pray of a dragon.

Aemond smirk widened to a wolfish grin. With two long strides he took you in his arms. Dipping you back. His lips devoured yours swallowing all your moans. His grip tightened as he walked you back to your soft bed. A hand slipped down to your bottom, groping at it, and pulling you impossible closer. You could feel him through his leather pants. He desired you just as much as you did him.

With you in his arms he fell into bed. Never ending the passionate kiss. He hiked your dress up to your hips. You tried to open his breaches but he stopped you. You groaned as he stopped all his movements. You pouted up at your husband who was smirking down at you. “Now I have to train more. Maybe you will be with child in no time.” You could only scoff.

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🧁🥂 Happy 200!!!! 💞 Patrick's currently sweating and crying, he only has 100 followers.. lol, no but seriously that's really awesome for just one month and all the engagement you've gotten with everything! it's so well deserved, congrats!! ooooo and for the writing challenge ... edging x degradation ??? issa vibe 👀

Longing

◥ PAIRING: Patrick Bateman x Fem!Reader

◥ SUMMARY: You'll definitely remember this visit to Broadway, especially Patrick's sneaky fingers.

◥ CW: 18+/ NSFW ��fingering, dirty talk, sassy Patrick.

◥ WORDCOUNT: 1k

◥ A/N: Thank you so much for your request! This one is pretty big!😁I hope you like it!😘🥰

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One day, Patrick took you to Broadway to watch one of the most famous shows–“The Phantom of the Opera”. Honestly, you didn’t expect him to be that kind.  But you couldn’t miss this chance, especially when he said you got the best tickets.

Gershwin Theatre was very busy that evening, people kept coming inside until the performance started. Bateman wasn’t lying, you really had some decent Box Seats with an amazing view and comfortable armchairs. 

Fascinated by the atmosphere of the show, you couldn’t take your eyes off of the stage, while Patrick couldn’t stop looking at you. Leaning on the armrest, he has to bite his lip whenever your chest was rising and falling. You were so excited to be here, watching this fantastic performance that you didn’t even notice his hand traveling all around your lower body. First, he touched your knees carefully, watching your reaction and when you didn’t even move he proceeded further, petting the tender flesh of your inner thigh. Thank God, the surrounding darkness was hiding you from prying eyes.

Only then, you finally sensed his big palm, which almost reached your suddenly damp underwear.

“Patrick?” you asked, without looking at him. “Patrick, stop. Please…”

“Why?”

“Because we’re in the theatre!” You tried to pull his hand away, but almost immediately you had to hold back a gasp as you felt his plump lips on your neck. “Mmh, Patrick… people are looking at us.”

“No, they’re not…” he whispered into your ear, his palm still dangerously close to your pussy. “Now (Y/N), quit acting like an innocent girl.”

His low, masculine voice was flowing through your body like warm honey, it was boiling the blood in your veins and as a result, you ended up panting and trembling under his touch.

“Daddy….” You had to cling to the armrest, looking into his eyes from under your lashes. 

“I know, baby,” he got a little closer, hugging your shoulders with his free hand. “Relax, and let daddy take care of you.”

This man… how was it even possible to resist him? Patrick was barely touching you, and you already felt so lost as you didn’t know whether you wanted him to stop or to pray that it would last forever.

“If I check right now, would you be wet?”

“I… I wouldn’t. A-aw…” You were about to whimper, feeling his thumb brushing against your sensitive clit, but Patrick caught your mouth with his hot one, pulling your tongue into a sensual dance.

Inch by inch, he was moving your panties aside and then, he suddenly slipped his long fingers inside your dripping pussy with no resistance. “Such a little slutty liar,” he leaned down to your ear, pressing your head against his chest to shush your attempts of making any sounds. “Do ya want everyone here to know how nasty you are? Dont’cha, fuckdoll?”

“Pat… P-Patrick….” You convulsed, feeling his digits curling inside of you as they were hitting your sweetest spot.

Kissing the top of your head, Bateman was holding you in such a way that you were gasping near his ear and for him–it suddenly became an interesting pleasure.

“What is it?” He kept pumping your soaked cunt, twisting his fingers which were already fully covered in your slickness. 

“E-enough, please…” Begging, you tried to squeeze your legs, but it didn’t help.

“Every fucking time, you start these pretending games….” he grabbed the back of your neck, groaning in a low voice. “And every time, you turn out to be a fucking dripping mess for me. How can you justify yourself? Tell me, slut?!”

Damn Patrick, and his filthy mouth. The things he was saying, his skillful fingers stretching your inner walls so perfectly–this wicked cocktail of sensations was bringing you almost over the edge, but at the last moment, Patrick suddenly stopped, pulling his digits out of your throbbing pussy.

“D-daddy?” You nearly yelped as your voice cracked.

“Did ya really think it would be that easy?” he taunted you before he paused as the audience applauded, but the show didn’t seem to be finished, and neither did Patrick: “Open your pretty mouth. I want my obedient whore to clean up the mess she just made.”

Breathing rapidly, you obeyed and took his digits, tasting yourself on them and you couldn’t help but moan as your whole body was still tensed like a string, waiting for its release. 

When the applause stopped and his fingers were clean enough, he kissed you roughly on your lips, passionately sucking both of them one by one. And then, he rubbed your clit one more time, making you almost crest your high, but soon he broke off again… and again. He was literally torturing you, playing with your feelings and your mind, not to mention your tormented little form, which was shaking like a leaf. “Daddy,” you whimpered in a piteous tone. “P-please..”

“Please what?”

“Let me… Let me cum, please,” you wrapped his palm, leading it up to your moist entrance. “I beg you…”

“What? I don’t understand you, brat,” he smirked, petting the inner side of your thigh and winding your curl on his finger. “But I must admit, you perform even better than the actors on the stage. Such a needy little cockslut, Jesus…”

Satisfied, Patrick turned away from you, feeling smug as usual. Sobbing and fidgeting in your place, you tried to impale yourself onto his fingers, though he didn’t let you, giving your pussy a slight slap that almost made you cum, and then, he quickly pulled his hand away, breaking the contact completely.

“Uh-uh,” he warned you, fixing your underwear and putting your legs together. “Did I promise you would remember this evening?” he stroked your face, pinching your cheek and enjoying the picture of your swollen lips as you were desperately catching the air. “Oh, you will definitely remember it. So, you better behave yourself if you want to keep the ability to move.”

Your inner walls clenched around nothing just from the way he said the last words. Fucking bastard–you hated him… And still, you needed him.

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To Touch A Dragon: A Venys Needs Men Book (Tropical Dragons 1) by Naomi Lucas

Naomi Lucas is an author who I follow due to her Naga Brides Series (and I do recommend it and may review the latest book when it comes out). I enjoy her writing style in those books and was surprised to find it was a little different when it came to this Tropical Dragon book.

The world building is minimal with maximum effect. There is a map at the beginning of the book to help with geography and the mentions of the world's situation, though brief, give the reader the full insight into what they need to know pertaining to the story. Of course, I'm sure there is more world building later on as the Tropical Dragon's is a trilogy. Even though I noticed the slim amount of this I was not displeased by it.

The story follows Issa who is the future matriarch of her tribe who is currently escorting her younger brother to their neighboring tribe for him to take a bride. While there she learns a rumor regarding dragons and how a touch from a human can bring them to human form. There is also some stuff going on with a comet.Oh, also there's not a whole lot of men in the world (nice). I'll be honest, I am not sure if this was the actual first book of the series or if I may have jumped in somewhere in the middle... The Good Reads page says 6 of 10 so I am betting on the latter...

Anyways! Finding this rumor, and having heard the calls of a dragon during her travels, Issa decides to venture into the forbidden jungle and see if she can come across one who she can call her own. To her surprise, Issa is capsized as a giant earth/water dragon rises from the river to answer the calls of the femdragon (yeah... I may have cringed at that actual wording in the book) raging around the forest. Believing she is clinging to a tree; Issa finds herself hoisted from the water upon the dragons tail and after being tossed she watches the seriously painful sounding process of him turning into a human.

Let me be clear, that cover photo is exactly what we are working with (all hail the mightily hot cover photo with good photoshop). Kaos, the dragon man, is a serious case of whiplash. He is immediately furious that this human has stolen away his immortality, dragon form, and possibility to mate with another dragon. Like, supremely pissed that he is now bonded to a human. However, that lasts all of.. idk, a few hours? A day at most? He very quickly turns around to liking Issa... But then does somethings to seem like he hates her? But then likes her... He's a bit temperamental... He's probably going through a lot. He is also naked for a good while as they are walking through the jungle and the bit where she discusses him not hitting her in the back with his giant dick is very funny.

The smut is good, there isn't a ton of it, but I think it was definitely just the right amount. I really find that I was, frankly, more interested in the story than the smut. Which is a characteristic of Naomi Lucas' writing that I really enjoy. A lot of books I go into just because it's supposed to be righteously dirty, but I will gladly place Naomi in my top 5 monster fucker authors due to her ability to weave a fun and interesting story with some quality smut.

Overall, this story is interesting, I think I may find the correct order of books and dive into it. This one specifically is also an easy read (only 166 pages). I'm currently working on getting myself out of a burn out and I think this was the perfect read to pick up to get me back into the reviewing business. I didn't have to really work to get through it and I was able to idly enjoy it without getting frustrated by anything. 7/10

(Okay so there is actually one part at the beginning where I thought they were saying Tulia (Issa's sister) was the youngest but later on they said Issa was, but after going back I realize I just read the first part wrong, so this was the only thing I caught that I was like; hmmm... but it's actually fine)

Would I read again? Yeah

Would I recommend? Yes! I think it is quite enjoyable!

#book review #smut books #good read #monster lover #monster fudger #monster fucker #Naomi Lucas #7/10 #dragon fucker #hot dragon #nice photoshop skills #he is really hot... #like so hot #nice hot fictional dragon man #tasty #Tropical Dragons series #Verys Needs Men #To Touch a Dragon #monster fucker books

[thepotentialof2007]

Susan Sontag described the difference between the two stages of old age this way: "Everyone who is born holds dual citizenship, in the kingdom of the well and in the kingdom of the sick."

For this book I interviewed both the young-old and the old-old. It was particularly striking to me that most people enjoy being young-old. They take pleasure in many things, including grandchildren and opportunities to study and develop new skills. The young-old have time to read, play cards, care for their pets, and visit their friends. My friend Sally practices her violin an hour a day. When Aunt Betty was young-old, she walked four miles each morning and traveled with her church group to China.   

Many young-old savor the ordinary. As the poet Issa wrote, "Fiftieth birthday, From now on, it's all clear profit, every sky." As people grow older, time, not money, becomes the precious commodity.

Recently I told a clerk at my grocery store that I was writing a book on old people. She said rather adamantly that I should interview her. Helen looked about sixty and very vigorous. I answered, rather too glibly, that she wasn't really old, that I was mostly interviewing old-old people, people who were sick and coping with loss. She said, "Last month I would have called myself young, but I have ovarian cancer and today I am old."

- Mary Pipher, Another Country: Navigating the Emotional Terrain of Our Elders, Riverhead Books [1999]

#aging and illness #united states aging #living with disability #the isolation of the old old #ablism #ageism #elders #nyt archives #1999

[knuweeklyblog2024basicwriting1]

EXAMPLES OF THE MOST BASIC KIND OF DESCRIPTIVE WRITING THERE IS AND WHY SIMPLER IS SOMETIMES BETTER

“The Old Pond” by Matsuo Bashō

An old silent pond

A frog jumps into the pond—

Splash! Silence again.

This traditional example comes from Matsuo Bashō, one of the four great masters of Haiku. Historically, haikus are a derivative of the Japanese Hokku. Hokkus are collaborative poems which follow the 5/7/5 rule. They are meant to comment on the season or surroundings of the authors and create some sort of contrasting imagery separated by a kireji or “cutting word” (like “Splash!”).

“A World of Dew” by Kobayashi Issa

A world of dew,

And within every dewdrop

A world of struggle.

Though sometimes, the kireji comes at the end of a haiku to give it a sense of closure. Kobayashi Issa, another great Haiku master, writes this stirring poem that places the kireji at the end. Translated, Issa’s haiku doesn’t meet the 5/7/5 rule, but its power remains.

“Lighting One Candle” by Yosa Buson

The light of a candle

Is transferred to another candle—

Spring twilight

Haikus focus on a brief moment in time, juxtaposing two images, and creating a sudden sense of enlightenment. A good example of this is haiku master Yosa Buson’s comparison of a singular candle with the starry wonderment of the spring sky.

“A Poppy Blooms” by Katsushika Hokusai

I write, erase, rewrite

Erase again, and then

A poppy blooms.

Katsushika Hokusai, a disciple of Bashō, writes another powerful haiku that translation cannot accurately capture. In it, he compares a written poem to a blooming poppy. He uses imagery of the spring season to describe his writing process.

“Over the Wintry” by Natsume Sōseki

Over the wintry

Forest, winds howl in rage

With no leaves to blow.

A slightly more modern Japanese poet, Natsume Sōseki, likens his breath to the wind in this haunting haiku. He learned the art of composing haikus from one of the four great haiku masters: Masaoka Shiki. As the art of the haiku traveled west, influential American writers like Ezra Pound picked up the craft.

“In a Station of the Metro” by Ezra Pound

The apparition of these faces in the crowd;

Petals on a wet, black bough.

Describing the Paris Underground, “In a Station of the Metro” is often considered the first haiku written in English, though it does not follow the 5/7/5 structure. As Pound believed that superfluous words tend to dull an image, the philosophy of the Haiku is perfectly up his alley.

“The Taste of Rain” by Jack Kerouac

The taste

Of rain

—Why kneel?

Jack Kerouac proposed that, because the English language structure is different than Japanese, the western haiku should “simply say a lot in three short lines in any Western language. Above all, a Haiku must be very simple and free of all poetic trickery and make a little picture and yet be as airy and graceful as a Vivaldi Pastorella.” In Book of Haikus, Kerouac experiments this formal and freestyle.

Many western authors like to break with the 5/7/5 rule, but maintain the power, simplicity, and brevity.

Sonia Sanchez “Haiku [for you]”

love between us is

speech and breath. loving you is

a long river running.

Known for her innovative use of traditional formats like haiku in a modern context, even infusing them with bluesy rhythm, Sonia Sanchez received high praise for her collection Morning Haiku. In its opening essay, Sanchez expresses her deep appreciation for haiku as an art form.

Ravi Shankar “Lines on a Skull”

life’s little, our heads

sad. Redeemed and wasting clay

this chance. Be of use.

A slightly darker take on the art of haiku, “Lines on a Skull” is inspired by Lord Byron’s “Lines Inscribed Upon a Cup formed from a Skull.” Poet Ravi Shankar distills this late seventeenth-century poet’s words into a more modern, potent, and visceral version.  

Joyce Clement “Birds Punctuate the Days”

Period

One blue egg all summer long

Now gone

Poet Joyce Clement currently serves as a director of the Haiku Circle in Northfield, Massachusetts and co-editor of Frogpond, the journal of The Haiku Society of America; the title, a gentle nod to haiku master Bashō.

[okinawanoumi]

A story of mom and I (1)

My mother is always in a bad mood in the morning. She's not angry, she's lifeless.

Her eyes are blank and she hangs her head down.  She doesn't respond when I talk to her.

Unlike us, who live in the present from the past, she has to face a completely new version of herself every morning.

Where am I?

Who is the person giving me instructions?

what should I do?

At the breakfast table, she feels depressed.

There was no reaction to the tea I offered.

I bake pancakes for breakfast as usual. Today I put some sweet potatoes in them. I prinkled honey on the finished pancake and place it in front of her.

Mother raises her head and looks relieved.

This is always a delicious thing to eat.

Pancakes bring her back to the real world.

She picks up a fork and starts eating silently.

And little by little, her day begins.

"Where am I ?"

At the dining table after breakfast, my mother felt anxious for a moment.

She looked and saw the writing in front of her.

"The tadpoles are playing hide-and-seek behind the water plants, where the water in the stream is sparkling."

She saw a sparkling stream in front of her.

Her anxiety went away.

She continued reading aloud.

“Today, March 3rd, is the Doll’s Festival.

Odairi-sama and Hina-sama at the entrance...

My mother was immersed in the world unfolding before her eyes.

``Reading practice book for dementia B'' is her tranquilizer.

When her heart was about to break, she always followed her writing.

There were only two poems that she hummed when I was a child.

``Over the mountains, far to travel, people say, Happiness dwells.... Karl Busse

“How many mountains and rivers I need to cross before I get to a land where loneliness prevails..” Bokusui  Wakayama

As a child, I couldn't miss her melancholic profile when she was humming the poems.

The letters in front of her continued.

"The sound of water jumping into an old pond" Matsuo Basho

“Come and play with me, orphaned sparrow” Issa Kobayashi

As she read her favorite ``Issa'' by ``Kobayashi Issa'' with all her might, she heard a voice and looked up to see a woman standing there with an angry face.

I was urging her to drink a cup of tea while I was playing with my computer on the low table in front of the sofa. The amount of tea I served at breakfast hasn't decreased at all since two hours ago. My mother is so engrossed in reading aloud that she doesn't seem to notice the tea. After a doctor told me that humans need 1,000 liters of water a day, it became my mission and obsession to get her to drink water.

"Drink it."

"Yes, yes"

"Drink that."

“Oh, is it OK if I drink this?”

・ ・・・・・・・・・・

"Drink your tea, please."

"Thank you very much"

We've been repeating this exchange for more than ten minutes. She has never touched the cup though she replied Yes with a smile. She knows what she is doing. 

There was a popping sound in my head, and the next moment I yelled at her.

"I told you to drink, so why aren't you drinking?"

As soon as she stood up, she ran into the Japanese-style room across the hallway.

As I sat in my dining chair, my eyes wandered over the table. A cup of tea that my mother didn't drink, a reading practice book, a cell phone, nail clippers, ear picks, four pens, nail polish that I used a few days ago, and direct mail and real estate advertisements that I took out of the mailbox in the morning. They were scattered on the table. When I looked into the sink, I saw the plates, cups, and frying pans I used for breakfast. I erased those things from my mind, got up, and went out into the garden.

It was three days ago when I was finally able to plant the petunia seedlings that I bought three weeks ago.

Living with my mother makes it impossible for me to do even something as simple as ``plant flowers.'' The seedlings were covered with white roots. When I looked at the house next door, I saw colorful summer flowers already decorating the area around the gate.

When I entered the house and looked into the Japanese-style room next to the entrance, I saw my mother rolling up toilet paper.

In a Japanese-style room, the rental bed under nursing care insurance was on the east side, and on the other side was a piano that had never been opened since we moved in. On top of it sat a few dusty stuffed animals and a big-eyed doll wearing a black velvet dress made by my mother. There is a table and a chair in front of the piano. That was her workshop.

The toilet paper was rolled up in her hands.

Toilet paper of the same length and rolled up like a scroll was being produced more and more in the same size, same length, and same shape. Each finished product was packed in a box, resembling the gift rolls you often see at department stores. Several rolls were made, and the finished rolls were disassembled and rolled again from scratch, so they were repeatedly placed in and out of the box.

When I glanced at rolls and asked her if she was busy, mother looked up with a grin on her face.

"I have pudding, shall we go eat it?"

The pudding happened to be 20% off at the supermarket yesterday. There's a little whipped cream on top. Although she was unwilling to drink tea, she had finished the pudding in no time.

"Would you like to have some tea?"

When I handed her the cup, she glanced inside while she held it. Then she sipped some. The pudding was sweet, so I guess she needed some tea.

As much as the amount of tea has decreased, my heart felt lighter.

#caring #dementia #在宅介護 #認知症 #mental health #short story

[thoughtsniteodoro]

UP Town Center

For me, this was an emotional roller coaster. We had our Christmas party that day, and I was under a lot of stress because the pizza I ordered didn't show up. Hours passed as I waited, but it never came, claiming that their store was too busy. I despised it because my classmates were expecting the food and I had already placed my order a day earlier. It ruined my day until some of my friends suggested we go somewhere else after the party.

Ken said that we should join him to UP Town Center as he was going to see someone there. He already invited Issa, Clarrise, Kurth, and Kenji so I also said yes. The celebration ended around 12 o'clock, so the sun was already up when we started to travel. We almost canceled our plan because it was so hot, but since we were already on the way, we forced it to happen anyway.

When we arrived there, the booth of Prime Video held us hostage. The staff there told us that we should go there as we will receive a lot of perks such as free coffee and ice cream. We thought that because we were starving, why not? All we had to do to enjoy their adorable stations was download their app. I enjoyed it. We had the opportunity to create art, write and color, dress up, play games, and try things. Also, the booth had printed out numerous copies of our group photos for us. I don't know what happened to me, but despite the fact that that day was almost ruined, it ended up being pretty good.

It was getting dark and they were getting hungry, again, so we walked, looking for some place to eat, but everything was too expensive for us. That mall was surely for rich people, unlike us. Since I don't eat dinner, I let them eat in a row of food stands where they sell less expensive foods that are within our price range. I was simply taking selfies on the garden seat when they called me to let me eat their leftovers so that I could taste it. After that, we made the decision to come back home, but there were no jeeps or tricycles in sight, so we became worried. We really can’t bear the waiting time so even though we weren't very interested in riding in cabs, we grabbed the chance when one pulled up.

The negotiations with the driver went extremely well. Even better, he allowed us to make jokes about things with him. He dropped off to a waiting shed, far from the place we told him— Katipunan, because it was getting late and he told us we wouldn't find any jeeps there. We got there safely and he didn't increase the payment so it was really memorable. We are really grateful for the drivers like them.

After that, a lot of things occurred, but they were all unnecessary. All I know is that I was grateful for that day, and now I am able to hold onto the hope that despite all the bad in the world, there are still good people out there and not every bad day should be a bad day.

[thegardenofbae]

𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 & 𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞’𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐲 💌💕

romance movies are my favorite genre of film to watch— i love a good love story. these all have plenty of romance and glamour to satiate your needs this valentine’s day weekend ✨

1. the photograph

mae morton finds a photograph that leads her to look more into her late mother’s early life, which leads her to meet journalist michael block, who is doing research for a story that is connected to mae. 

i love this film because, it’s not a traumatic black love story. there is drama (obvi) but it’s soft. it’s sweet. it’s complex. it’s sexy. it has issa rae AND lakeith stanfield. hello?! we love it.

2. letters to juliette

american writer, sophie, travels to italy with her fiancé where she discovers “the secretaries of juliette” — a group of women who answer letters people write to juliette of the famed story ‘romeo and juliette’. sophia finds an unanswered letter from 1957 from a woman named claire and writes back. from there, sophie, claire, and claire’s stoic grandson charlie, search high and low for claire’s lost love.

i just think this movie is really sweet, and i like how it focuses on how love can be found at any age.

3. my big fat greek wedding

toula porto kales is a 30 year old misfit in her greek orthodox family who is confused why she hasn’t done her daughterly duties: marry a greek man and make greek babies. toula has always wanted different: she’s always wanted to be prettier, more out going, and she’s always wanted to fall in love. toula decides to take a class and that inspires her to put effort into herself and this leads to her to finding the love of her life and finally taking charge of her life.

i know some people hate the “ugly duckling to swan trope” but i really like it in and in this movie, it feels like through this, toula heals a lot of her childhood insecurities. it’s so precious the lengths ian goes to be with toula, because he genuinely loves her.

4. baggage claim

montana moore is an air hostess in her 30’s who’s mother is constantly pressuring her to get married, especially since her little sister just got engaged. now, montana is scurrying all across the country to find a potential husband before her sister walks down the aisle.

this film is so funny and a good time. it also has a brilliant cast of actors and is one of those cute “love is right around the corner” kind of love stories.

5. how to marry a millionaire

3 ambitious models rent a luxurious new york penthouse in an effort to find wealthy husbands.

this is an old film but it’s a classic. i love marilyn monroe in this, and the OUTFITS? peek 1950’s chic and glam.

6. gentlemen prefer blondes

lorelei lee (marilyn monroe) and her best friend dorothy shaw (jane russell) are ultra glam american show girls on their way to france so that lorelei can marry her lover, even though his father forbids it.

i think this film created some of marilyn monroe’s most iconic on-screen looks. she sings “diamonds are a girl’s best friend” in the super replicated pink dress. it’s also just a really great musical and fun.

7. sylvie’s love

sylvie parker is a music loving good girl working in her parent’s record shop in new york. one day she meets robert halloway, a jazz sax player, who her father hires to work in the shop. sylvie and robert bond over music and television and a beautiful romance blossoms.

this movie has only been out for just over 2 years and it holds such sentimental value for me. i think it’s a beautiful, gentle love story, set in the 60’s. i think this is definitely top 2 for me.

8. crazy rich asians

chinese-american economics professor rachel chu accompanies her boyfriend to singapore for his best friends wedding and also to meet his family. come to find out they are THE richest family in singapore.

despite the criticisms this film gets (which are valid), i love it! i love the opulence, i love the drama, and i love everything about this. minorities in luxury will always be my vibe.

9. beauty and the beast (2017)

tale as old as time, tune as old as song. this is the classic story of a beautiful maiden melting the ice cold heart of a ferocious beast, but this is the most (?) modern version and it was shot live action.

i think this is my favorite disney live action adaptation. i’ve always related to belle as my favorite princess because she loves to read. i also love the ending number (ari + john legend did what they needed to do) just a heart warming film.

10. enchanted

giselle is a fair maiden from the andalasia meets a handsome prince who rescues her and they agree to marry, but giselle is tricked by the prince’s wicked step mother who transports her to new york city, where she meets robert and his daughter morgan, who introduce her to the real world.

this is the film that gave us the song ‘ever ever after’ by carrie underwood! need i say more? ok, i will. the gowns, the music, the found family just melts your heart.

please feel free to add to this list with your suggestions!

#♡ bae the insider #bae's guides

[harrylee94]

In Calm Or Stormy Weather - Chapter 17

You can also find this on AO3!

Summary: Din shifted his stance as he looked out into the dark of the forest. Ever since he’d stepped within its bounds he had heard the sounds of the forest as it had been retaliating against the invaders. Even before Cobb had sent his message to those who lived amongst the trees they had been fighting back, defending their homes from those who came with fire, axes and iron. They had been picking off the stragglers, taking them from the flanks and the rear, scaring the horses into fleeing, trapping the unsuspecting and plucking at the fraying threads of their sanity.

He could hear their whimpers and screams even now, and a small part of him felt guilty for allowing it; not all the verde under his buir’s command would have come had they had any other choice. But this was his home now, and they came, willing or not, to harm those within it. He would defend it with everything he had.

Notes: Oh man, this made my head spin to write. It was great fun though, and I think it turned out well!

TW for a battle and death, also for mentions of abuse, child abuse and essentially kidnapping and slavery.

Chapter 16

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We defend our own

With the planning that had already commenced in the days following Ruus and his party’s arrival and subsequent dismissal, they were already halfway to being prepared for the oncoming army. Cobb was grim as he made the announcement to his people, sharing what information he had – no flourishes or embellishments, just the truth – before asking that, if any of them wished to help defend their home, and as long as they were able bodied and not leaving a dependent to possibly be left to fend for themselves should they fall, that they talk to Issa-Or, Jo or one of the guards on duty.

Din had learned since arriving that, though Tatooine didn’t have a standing army, many of its citizens were still skilled enough in the bloody arts of war and hunting that, should the need arise, as it had, then those skills could be called upon.

By the end of the second day hundreds had joined their ranks, and each member had been given armour and weaponry if they didn’t already have any, though those instances were few and far between. Numbers thin on the ground in comparison to what they were to face, they set out towards the mountains, messengers sent ahead to give the denizens of the forest to do as they pleased to the unwelcome visitors.

Now though, after nearly a week of travelling, they were waiting in the shadows of the forest, the branches of the trees arching above them and filtering the dawning light of the sun into flecks of gold dust, precious and glittering about them. The enemy’s path had been determined with help from the scrying pool and scouts, and so their forces had been split between those here within the confines of the near claustrophobic branches, and in the rear guard, waiting for any soldier who might slip through or, should they fail, as a secondary defence.

The true last defence was, of course, the walls of Mos Pelgo itself.

Din had argued that a siege would perhaps be the best tactic, that the Mandalorian army would be forced to sit outside the capital in the blazing heat of the desert sun with dwindling supplies, but Cobb wouldn’t hear of it. It frustrated Din to no end, but he could understand why.

There were towns and villages dotted around the mountains where the army was likely to emerge, and while they could evacuate them and ensure that people were safe, there was still no guarantee that everyone would leave. Some of them couldn’t, tied to the area through their heritage and magic, and so it was either sacrifice them to being slaughtered in perhaps the most brutal way possible for a fae, or ride out to defend them.

Din shifted his stance as he looked out into the dark of the forest. Ever since he’d stepped within its bounds he had heard the sounds of the forest as it had been retaliating against the invaders. Even before Cobb had sent his message to those who lived amongst the trees they had been fighting back, defending their homes from those who came with fire, axes and iron. They had been picking off the stragglers, taking them from the flanks and the rear, scaring the horses into fleeing, trapping the unsuspecting and plucking at the fraying threads of their sanity.

He could hear their whimpers and screams even now, and a small part of him felt guilty for allowing it; not all the verde under his buir’s command would have come had they had any other choice. But this was his home now, and they came, willing or not, to harm those within it. He would defend it with everything he had.

Cobb, at his side, was listening intently to the sounds as well, their own forces in hiding as they waited for the enemy’s approach. Their positions had been secured since before dawn, and while it was a long wait, they would not move.

They could not allow the Mand’alor to reach Mos Pelgo.

Din had been in battle only a handful of times before, but he had fought for almost every day of his life. He had kept up his training – if at a less brutal pace – once he’d settled in the castle, even sparring against Cobb on occasion, but now it was time to put it to the test.

The moment the Mand’alor stepped into view, only a few dozen paces from where they were standing, they paused, head tilting in a way that Din hated he’d come to imitate while wearing his own helm or mask, and laughed. It echoed about them, making the air feel cold and sharp.

“I wasn’t expecting to find you so easily,” they said, their voice sending a shiver down Din’s spine. “You’ve been causing a lot of trouble for me, boy.”

How they knew it was him under the new armour Din didn’t know, but he refused to react, knowing that doing so would be a sign of weakness in his buir’s eyes. Instead he breathed deeply as Cobb stepped forward to draw the Mand’alor’s attention.

“You are trespassing on my people’s land,” the king of Tatooine said, hand resting on the pommel of his sword. “Leave now, or face the consequences.”

The Mand’alor snorted. “Consequences? I’m not afraid of your magic, creature. I’m here for my property, and I will not leave without it.”

“‘Property’,” Cobb said in disgust. “And what property might that be?”

“I’m told you know exactly what I mean,” the Mand’alor said as they drew their sword.

Cobb’s fingers curled around the pommel. “I don’t take to kindly to the idea of slavery. Final warning; leave now, or you’ll live to regret stepping foot on Tatooine soil.”

“The only thing I regret is not trimming the withered branches from my tree while they were still growing,” the Mand’alor said, looking down at their blade as it almost shimmered with shadow, the shapes of their men appearing behind them as they approached. “It’s cost me more to keep it alive than it’s ever been worth.”

Din couldn’t keep himself from flinching this time. Though he had never found a place in him to truly like his buir, there had been a part of him, tiny though it had been, that had sought out their approval. To be so thoroughly squashed and tossed aside hurt more than he thought it ever would.

The Mand’alor laughed. “I’ll be sure to prune this branch personally.”

“The hell you will,” Cobb muttered at Din’s side, and he drew his sword. “We defend our own.”

All at once the forest was alive; the warriors who had been lying in wait in the trees since before dawn sprung into action, jumping from above, emerging from alcoves in the trees themselves, and even popping up from hidden alcoves in the roots. Even though Din couldn’t see the whole of the Mandalorian army, he knew it was in disarray from the shouts of surprise he could hear, but even though he saw friend and foe begin to move around them, the Mand’alor had their eyes on only them.

Unfortunately, they were not the only enemy to choose them as their targets.

Din had to raise his shield to defend himself before he could move more than a few steps forward, using the momentum to help unbalance his foe while driving the tip of his sword through the gap in their armour beneath the arm. He heard the choked spluttering of the soldier choking on their own blood, and he withdrew his blade, the body dropping in a heap beside him.

He made to continue onwards, but another verd pressed in, their axe in a high swing ready to come down. Din stepped aside, prepared to attack, but they had faster reflexes than he’d given them credit for, and they were already slicing through the air towards him. With a split second reaction he ducked, rolling before another swing could hit him, then pushed forwards, making his attacker make a mistake in their surprise and left themself open. As their body hit the floor, once again, Din was given no reprieve.

Another, this one armed with a mace and a shield, stepped forward, so Din was trapped with the bodies of his fallen foes beneath him, an obstacle he in no way ever wished to create. His first reaction – to step back – caused him to stumble, and the mace hit his shield with such force that it severely bruised his arm and caused the wood to crack. Using the shield he pushed back against the mace wielder, shoving them into another soldier before bringing his sword up to stab through the open visor. He caught them in the eye, and they were dead before they fell.

He used the moment of distraction, with the next verd catching their companion without thinking, to find Cobb amongst the now crowded patch of trees, and he just caught the flash of red from his scarf just behind a thick trunk before something caught him in his side.

Looking down he found a spear had been lodged there, striking him between his ribs. It wasn’t too deep – certainly not as deep as was intended thanks to the lack of room – but it was deep enough.

Before he had the chance to break the spear his foe had pulled it back, removing it from his ribs and allowing his blood to start saturating his gambeson. He growled and charged, raising his shield and catching the next strike before twisting the weapon away from their grasp and closing in. He disposed of them with a well placed blow to the neck and stumbled towards where he’d last seen Cobb.

Somehow he managed to get several feet without being attacked, the screams of the dying and yells of the living creating a cacophony of noise around him. The clash of metal on metal was sharp in his ears, the dull cracks of branches and whistles of flying arrows only bringing greater confusion to everyone, but it was the shouts of only two he wished to find. He dared not call for them though, dared not call for the man he loved, as even a moment of distraction could mean death, and so he had to keep moving.

He lost his shield in his next bout, his foe having charged in and tackled him to the ground, sending it flying. It had been strapped to his arm before but in his distraction he had failed to notice how the blow from the mace had damaged the nails keeping the straps in place, and so he was left without the defence. Instead he took more to dodging, weaving through each directed blow until he found his chance.

Sword now thoroughly bloodied, hand pressed tight to his wound, he fought off the pull of the dizzying darkness that started to tug at him from the blood loss and moved faster, dodging further attempts on his life as he swerved around the tree blocking his way.

And then he heard the scream.

He’d never heard Cobb’s voice do anything close to one before, but there was no mistaking it. It was a sharp sound of near agony, and Din pushed himself until, at last, he found them.

Cobb was still standing, and from a glance Din couldn’t see any serious wounds on him, but from the way he was clutching at the side of his head and his entire image stuttered between a more practical, wingless man and his natural, more vulnerable state, he knew something was wrong.

The king of Tatooine was stumbling, and when his hand dropped heavily from his cheek Din could see the wound that had been hidden beneath. It looked sickly and burnt both, the jagged line of it coming up like a welt while the area around it was almost white in paleness. Cobb seemed weak, too weak for what that simple cut should have caused, but then again it had been no normal blade that had caused it.

The Mand’alor swung their sword with a ruthless efficiency, pushing Cobb back as he blocked as best he could with a weakening body. Again and again they brought the ancestral sword of Din’s line down upon Cobb’s in a display of sheer power, until, with an ear rending crack, Cobb’s sword snapped.

On his knees, the king Din had chosen over his own kin was vulnerable, with only a few inches of his sword left to defend himself. The Mand’alor raised their sword, Cobb raised the rest of his own and-

Din’s arms shook under the strain of his buir’s blow, gritting his teeth against the way his side wanted to crumple, but he planted his legs so he could keep Cobb safe, just as he vowed he would.

“You,” his buir spat as they pulled away, readjusting their stance to better reflect Din’s own. “I should have never taken you in.”

“I wished for that every day,” Din said, forcing himself to continue facing the threat. Cobb needed defending, and he couldn’t fail in his duty. “I even begged you to take me back. I hated it there from the moment you took me away from my home.”

“You ungrateful whelp,” his buir said as the next swing came, an upwards cut that Din deflected to harmlessly slide past him. “You always were. I tried to beat it out of you, but you did get one thing from me at least; your stubbornness.”

Another swing had Din ducking, and another required further deflection, but he would not be moved.

“You were nothing,” the Mand’alor hissed with another aggressive swing, one which Din barely ducked. “Nothing! But you were my blood, and the blood of the Mand’alor does not belong in the squalor in which I found you.” Swing, cut, dodge, parry. “I gave you every chance to become more, but what did you do to repay me?” Din grunted as their weight pressed against him. “You were a thief, stealing from my stores and wasting them on the dogs who didn’t even deserve the scraps from my plate. And not only that, but even the maggots in that orphanage.”

Breath caught in Din’s throat, and he could just see his buir’s malicious grin through the gap in their visor. No. No, they couldn’t know about them. He’d been so careful, taken winding routes, gone during busy times of day, or otherwise been sure to stick to the shadows to hide his movements. They had to be safe. He’d wanted to keep them safe.

“I’m sure those children will make fine editions to my staff,” the Mand’alor said, laughing as Din pushed him away, his fear and rage pushing the pain and encroaching shadows to the side.

“You stay away from them.”

His buir laughed against his attacks, swatting them away like flies.

“Mando!”

Cobb. His cry brought attention to an attack from a second party he hadn’t noticed creeping in, and he stepped away, back towards his charge as his chosen king rose on shaking legs.

“You take orders from him, do you?” his buir taunted. “I suppose I should have guessed.”

Cobb twisted around Din and defended him from the new enemy’s blade with the remains of his sword ans a knife from his belt, his grunts filled with exhaustion as his wings continued to flicker in and out of existence. “Don’t let ‘em get to you. You’re better than they are, better ‘an all of ‘em.”

The Mand’alor snorted as Cobb moved away, taking his battle with him. “Pathetic. Taking advice from a creature like that? You always were weak, but I see now that there was never any saving you.”

“What you put me through wasn’t salvation, it was torture,” Din replied, shifting his stance once more before charging. He had to finish this, and finish it soon.

His charge seemed to catch his buir off guard, and they stumbled back and Din crashed into him, their blades ringing as Din fought to find an opening. The Mand’alor had years of experience though, and while Din had the training, his wound meant he was slower than usual.

New he wasn’t focusing on protecting Cobb or overwhelmed by anger, Din and the Mand’alor were on almost een footing, Din even managing to attack for the first time since this fight had begun, but still, as time passed and he still hadn’t found a gap in his buir’s defence, his wound continued to disable him. He could see the confidence growing in the Mand’alor’s eyes as his strength became ever more watered down.

“I thought I taught you better than this,” they goaded. “Come on now. Give me a challenge!”

Arms becoming weaker and weaker, Din’s attacks were barely more than uncontrolled swings.

He knew he was being toyed with when the Mand’alor stopped using both hands on his blade.

Gasping for breath and holding his side, Din had to widen his stance to keep himself upright, the blood loss making the world around his sway. His entire body felt heavy, and he could barely move as his buir stalked closer.

“Such a pity,” they said, raising their black blade high. “I’m going to enjoy this.”

This was it. This was his ending, his death come to take him away, to trap him forever in another cold prison. But then the blow never came.

The Mand’alor’s shout of pain was as surprising as it was welcoming, and Din looked up from where his eyes had fallen in his hopelessness to see that Cobb had driven his broken blade into their back. Not one to let an opportunity pass him by, Din drew upon the determination to keep his family safe and pushed. He pushed himself up straight, pushed his arms up, pushed his legs forwards.

Pushed his sword through his buir’s side and up into his heart.

The strangled gasp that emerged from the Mand’alor’s helmet couldn’t have been more satisfying.

As their body fell from his blade a quiet began to fall over the forest, one brought about by shouts from the Mandalorian forces.

The Mand’alor was dead; long live the Mand’alor.

Din’s sword landed heavy in the dirt as he felt the world begin to list once again, and he surely would have fallen had the warm weight of his love not come to catch him.

“Mando, Mando!” Cobb called, panic and worry clouding his usually cheery voice. “Hey, stay with me. You stay with me, now!”

Din blinked slowly, unable to take any of his own weight any longer. “Take me home, Cobb,” he said as the world darkened around him. “Take us… home.”

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Mando’a Translations:

Verde – soldiers or warriors Buir – parent

Remind me to never write a battle scene again.

Chapter 18

#writing #fic #fanfic #fanfiction #mandalorian fanfic #the mandalorian #din djarin #cobb vanth #fantasy au #fae and fairies #fae king!cobb #dincobb #battle

[roanniom]

so ur eddie smut where he’s sensitive to sounds 😩 could you please do that but with steve? Like he’s sensitive to sound & when you make specific sounds 👀 he goes crazy?

So I did write a Steve sensitivity fic here, but yeah I love that idea.

Steve Harrington x Fem!reader

Like there’s a certain spot that only he can hit inside you that has you whimpering. And there’s just a certain whimper that makes him go fucking feral.

“You can’t make that sound, baby. We just started, come on!” he pants, holding himself still over you and stopping his thrusts. You wrap your legs around him and try to pull him back in.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry! Just feels so good, Stevie,” you moan pathetically. Steve groans.

“I know, I know. You just…fuck. If you make those noises I’m gonna…” Steve looks down at you, embarrassed. “I’m gonna cum and this is gonna be over way before I want it to be.”

You grin up at him and pull him down to kiss all over his jaw and neck.

“That’s ok. In fact I want that to happen,” you whisper in his ear, just as you dig your heels into his back to encourage him to start thrusting again. You let out a thrilled squeal when he finally obliges. “It’ll be hot. And then I can just work on making you hard again.”

That last statement causes his hips to buck hard into you, hitting that delicious spot once more and making that dreaded, perfect sound again.

He doesn’t last long after that ♥️

#issa’s writing travel day #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington smut

[do-not-careissa]

Tag meme

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name/nickname: Chris, Carissa, and Caris all work, honestly not too picky

gender: she/her

star sign: aquarius

height: I think I was 5'2" last time we checked. Whatever it is it's not enough

time: 11:30pm

favorite bands: Shinedown, The Score, 2wei, Post Modern Jukebox (does this count as a band? Idk), Halestorm

favorite solo artists: Lady Gaga (I honestly can barely tell the difference between bands and solo artists half the time, that and I usually just have random single songs I like from random artists/bands)

birthday: February 

song stuck in my head right now: Roses (Imanbek remix) by SAINt JHN (I blame the filler ads I keep getting for this one)

last movie: I was barely paying attention but we watched Bridesmaids during lunch the other day so I guess that counts

when did i create this blog: apparently 6 years ago if that email I got last month was anything to go by. Needless to say I abandoned it for a good 4 or so years

what i post: my art and writing, sometimes some ramblings, the usual

why I chose my url: an old coworker of mine back in college was super puny and corny. One time we were joking around and he said like "Well I do not Care-issa" as a play on my name and I just kinda took it and ran

do i get asks: yes, and I love them all

last thing i googled: Guy Gardner civilian outfits (I need it for ref, surely he's worn more than just his warriors shirt and that green and white suit that always comes up)

i follow: a random mishmash of people

followers: just hit over 300 🎉

average hours of sleep: less than I want

lucky number: none

instruments: haven't done that since I quit band back in eight grade tbh

what I’m wearing: clothes I hope

dream trip: I don't even know. Traveling and stuff always leaves me hella anxious, and being around going a lot of people also sets me off, so dream trip would just be going somewhere with a friend or two and not having either of those things happen

favorite food: Popeye's fried chicken, I haven't had it in like two years and it kills me

nationality: US

favorite song: at the moment Venus by Lady Gaga (preference for live)

last book read: Harley Quinn Mad Love

top three fictional universes I wanna be a part of: so obviously DC (though we could go into reasons why I wouldn't wanna be there as well), probably Transformers, and Men in Black (preferably the cartoon)

favorite color: purple

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[journeymanwithpen]

A Story of Split

I recently visited Split, Croatia. It's steeped in history. Wherever you turn, you’re mired in it. When you lean back in your chair in one of the numerous cafes of the old town, your shirt is brushing against 1700-year-old Roman wall. You sip your coffee and can almost hear in your mind the banter of legionnaires who leaned against this same wall with cups of wine during the break from duty. Houses of the downtown Split sprout like unruly hair from within the Roman limestone walls dating from 3rd century A.D. The city’s Cathedral of St. Domnius is consecrated in 7th century. The black granite sphinx guarding the front entrance to the cathedral is estimated to be from 15th century B.C. It is no wonder then that an aspiring scribe who finds himself walking the cobblestone streets of ancient times can’t stop imagination from running wildly back through centuries. Allow me to take you through the time to the very beginning of Split:

The year is 260. We are standing at the seashore in Aspàlathos, a Greek trading outpost in a charming bay on the central coast of Dalmatia. Several ships are tied to the shore, their sails folded like the wings of seagulls lining their masts and the shore. Slaves and sailors bustle over gangplanks, unloading ships and loading the others. At our back, the habitat is not much to look at, just a few rows of stone houses stretching along the shore. Most of them have dual function, as a warehouse and an abode. People who own them are from the Greek colony of Issa on the island of Vis. It’s about half a day sail south-southwest from here. Aspàlathos was built for one purpose: trade. It's trading with Dalmatae and other Illyrian tribes inhabiting the coast and hinterland of the Balkans, and with Romans from Salona, a metropolis of 60,000 souls, the Roman capital of the province of Dalmatia, and a cultural, political and commercial center of the region. It sits less than two-hour walk, or half an hour on a fast horse from Aspàlathos.

Next to us stands a lanky youth. His shoulders are wide and long muscles are taught from military training. His hair is cropped short, revealing high brow and sharp features. He wears a legionnaire's uniform, with leather-strap sandals instead of boots, common for legionnaires on those warm days of spring. He gazes into the distance, dreaming of faraway places, dreaming of seeing Rome one day. He's only 16, eager to leave family's nest. Next to him stands a man with stooped shoulders holding his hands behind his back. Man's fingers are smeared with ink, an unmistakable mark of a scribe. His squints at the youth.

"Diocles, my son," the man speaks, "go with fortune and may Jupiter keep you safe and return you to us. When you can, send us a word, so that we know you're alive and well." The man places a hand on Diocles's shoulder and the youth turns to meet his eyes.

"Remember," the man continues, "when you tire of marching and battles, your home will wait for you. You won't find a better place to rest than this." The man swipes an arm wide over the peaceful bay, the village and rolling green hills behind it.

Diocles smiles at the man. "I know, father. Thank you. It's time to go back to my legion."

They clasp forearms for a long moment, eyes locked on each other's. Then Diocles breaks the hold and walks with long, impatient strides north, across the hills, toward Salona and its garrison. His father returns to the house which is also his office. A scribe is an important part of every trade, the hand that writes contracts, permits, receipts and counts coins. Unfortunately, most of those coins are transferred from one client to another, from a buyer to a seller. A pay for scribe's services will not build him a palace. Diocles's father is doing alright, keeping his family well fed and clothed, with solid roof over their head, and a nice little farm where his wife tends to her cabbages which grow so well in this weather. He hoped to pass all this to Diocles one day, but the youth is eager to see the world, as young men often are. And what better way to do it, but with the mightiest army of the time: Roman legions.

Thirty-five years later, in 295 A.D., the youth who is now a man of over 50, returns to the bay of his youth. He observes the works started to build a large structure that will stretch from the seashore and climb the gentle slope of the hill. His name has changed, as is his appearance; he is stockier now, almost stout. His chestnut hair, streaked with grey throughout, recedes further from his brow, and his jaw and face are covered by neatly trimmed salt-and-pepper beard and moustache. A toga picta died Tyrian purple was draped over his shoulders, marking his stature. He is Gaius Aurelius Valerius Diocletianus, or Diocletian, the emperor of the Roman Empire. The structure whose foundations are just being built is going to be known as Diocletian's Palace.

In the year 305 A.D. Imperator Caesar Gaius Aurelius Valerius Diocletianus - Diocletian for short - took his stroll along the raised promenade atop the southern wall of his new home. Flowerbeds and trees lined the promenade on both sides to offer the emperor shade from the scorching Adriatic sun. A few marble benches were placed in regular intervals to allow a breathtaking view over the Brettia channel at the islands Brettia (today's Brač) and Solentium (today's Šolta). The emperor moved with shuffling steps, leaning on a cane for support. He was gaunt, his cheeks were hollowed, his shoulders stooped and boney. His skin was grey and a size too large for a man he became. Diocletian was fighting an ailment for over a year, a mysterious illness that almost killed him. It left him emaciated and weak. Next to Diocletian walked a stout man with powerful if somewhat stooped shoulders and strong arms clasped leisurely behind his back. He had open round face with eyes perpetually half-closed and eyebrows that climbed a touch too high, giving him a disbelieving, inquisitive expression. The lower half of his face was obscured in bushy dark hair which greyed at the sides, trimmed to follow the line of a strong jaw. His meaty lips were slightly downturned as if in disapproval. He was Maximian Herculius, co-emperor and Diocletian's partner in ruling the empire that grew too big for a single person to rule over. When Diocletian was confirmed as the emperor of Rome, he turned east to secure the eastern borders of the empire. He soon realized that the news from the Gaul and western borders of the empire travelled too long and his imperial decisions and decrees weren't reaching the west in time. To remedy it, Diocletian elevated his friend Maximian to Cesar, and soon after Augustus, making him equal in status, an emperor in the west, although Diocletian's seniority gave him the upper hand in decision-making. The two worked well together, Maximian's military brawn complemented Diocletian's political wisdom and the alliance born of friendship lasted throughout the twenty years of their rein.

Reaching the bench, Diocletian gingerly lowered himself on it and lifted his face toward the healing warmth of Dalmatian sun. The almost forgotten scent of the homeland wafted to his nostrils.

"I think, my friend, that I can get easily used to retirement," he smiled. "I already feel better."

"You'll miss the action when your strength returns," Maximian grunted in response. "Is your wife joining you?"

Diocletian shook his head. "Prisca is staying in Thessalonica with Galerius and Valeria. She may come when my strength returns."

Galerius was Diocletian son-in-law and successor, the Cesar in the East. His wife - Diocletian's daughter Valeria asked her mother Prisca to stay with them.

"Come Maximian," Diocletian reached his hands to his friend who helped him stand up - "let me show you the gardens. I'm going to grow cabbage here, the way my family did." They walked on to the colonnaded gardens accessible from the promenade.

Diocletian's failing health made the other emperors of the tetrarchy convince him and Maximian to retire. Weakened by disease, Diocletian accepted without much objection. Maximian resisted at first, but Diocletian talked him into leaving the post to younger men. Not suffering idleness well, Maximian sailed to visit his friend's retirement home.

It was an imposing fortress built at the place Diocletian called home so many decades earlier. An impressive walled compound had 16 watchtowers along east, west and north land-facing walls. The only unfortified wall was the southern wall, built on the edge of the sea. Its only opening was a small landing for the imperial galley and supply ships. The walls were built of large limestone blocks. An arcaded gallery bearing the tree-lined promenade stretched along the south wall. The imperial palace with private living quarters and audience hall covered the south half of the fortress. A Peristyle with a balcony from which the emperor greeted his subjects was the very center of the compound. The west side of the Peristyle housed the temple of Jupiter with gardens built for worshipers. The emperor attended the round temple of Jupiter on the east side of the square. The main streets traversing the fortress from east to west and north, met at the forum on the north edge of the Peristyle. The north half of the compound held twin military garrisons for the emperor's legions.

Upon Diocletian's death in 312 A.D., the palace was reclaimed as a property of Roman Republic, and was used as a refuge for exiled dignitaries and deposed rulers. In 7th century A.D. the Roman metropolis of Salona was sacked and destroyed by invading Slavs. Refugees fled from the ruins of the city to find refuge within Spalato's fortified walls. Once luxurious palace and garrison compound was taken down. Its stones were used to build many smaller houses. With time, the willy-nilly building continued outside the Roman walls, under different rulers. Venetians built another set of walls to protect the city from the Croatian-Hungarian and later Ottoman threat. Parts of the wall, as well as "Mletačka kula" (The Venetian Tower) have grown into the tissue of modern days Split.

#writing #amwriting #history #historical fiction #travel #split #spalato #croatia #roman empire #diocletian #ancient

[aion-rsa]

Every Upcoming Blumhouse New Horror Movie For 2021 and Beyond

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In just over a decade Blumhouse Productions has gone from a very smart agile indie to possibly the most significant horror production company out there. It’s slate is huge, it most quickly and cheaply, trusts in its creators and favours originality and genuine scares. Though the pandemic has meant certain release dates have had to move, or not as yet locked in, it’s clear the Blumhouse juggernaut is showing no signs of slowing. It has several film in production, with release dates set for 2021 and even more movies in various states of development.

We’ve rounded up the latest on all of Blumhouse’s upcoming horror movies. Note: we have not included TV, we haven’t included anything which is clearly not a horror and the projects which have been in development hell for many years are summarised briefly at the end. We’ll keep this updated so pop back for all your Blumhouse needs.

Image from 2013’s The Purge

The Forever Purge

Release date: 9 July 2021

This fifth installment of the The Purge franchise will reportedly be the last with creator and writer James DeMonaco promising a ‘really cool’ end to the series. This movie was originally scheduled for a summer 2020 release – filming wrapped in February 2020 – but dates inevitably shifted and now it’s aiming for Summer 2021. While DeMonaco wrote the script, the movie is directed by Everardo Gout who’s best known for his work on National Geographic series Mars. The movie stars Ana de la Reguera and Tenoch Huerta with Josh Lucas and Will Patton. 

Welcome to the Blumhouse (second batch)

Release date: 2021 tbc

This imprint which launched in October and streams on Amazon Prime will get another four installments in 2021. The series once again aims to give a platform to upcoming and underrepresented voices. The movies are:

Madres

A pregnant Mexican-American woman and her husband move to a migrant community in California where she starts to experience strange visions and phenomena. Is it the legendary curse? Or is something more sinister going on? This is a first feature from Ryan Zaragoza and stars Tenoch Huerta (The Forever Purge) Ariana Guerra, Evelyn Gonzalez, Kerry Cahill, and Elpidia Carrillo.

The Manor

Residents of a nursing home are haunted by supernatural forces in this film from Soulmate director Axelle Carolyn. Barbara Hershey stars as a woman who’s recently moved into the home following a stroke who suspects malevolent beings are at prey and needs to convince everyone around her she doesn’t belong there at all in order to escape.

Black as Night 

Teenage misfits battle vampires who are attacking New Orleans’ disenfranchised in this feature from Maritte Lee Go which sounds like it might appeal to a young female demographic as well as the usual Blumhouse fans. It stars Asjha Cooper, Fabrizio Guido, Craig Tate, Keith David, Mason Beauchamp, Abbie Gayle and Frankie Smith.

Bingo

Set among an eldery community in the Barrio of Oak Springs, Bingo sees a stubborn group of friends lead by the matriarchal Lupita who keeps them together a family, face their toughest threat yet when they discover their Bingo hall is to be sold to a powerful force. Gigi Saul Guerrero, who directed an episode of The Purge TV show and also a segment of Blum’s Into The Dark horror series takes the helm.

Halloween Kills

Release date: October 15 2021

Originally planned for October 2020, this follow up to David Gordon Green’s 2018 Halloween reboot (which was a direct sequel to John Carpenter’s 1978 Halloween) will now arrive in October 2021 to carry on the saga of Laurie Strode (Jamie Lee Curtis) and her family in their ongoing battle with Michael Myers. The previous installment was a smart addition to the franchise dealing with themes of PTSD in the wake of what Laurie experienced as a teen so we have high hopes for this. Blum has said the movie will be “Huge” and “Intense” and will feature returning legacy characters from the original. 

Halloween Ends

Release date: October 14 2022

The third part of the reboot trilogy is planned for 2022 and will bring to a close this part of the saga. Ahead of the release of Halloween Kills it’s difficult to predict which direction part three will take us in but if IMDb is to be believed Laurie, her daughter Karen (Judy Greer) and Granddaughter Allyson (Andi Matichak) will be in a final showdown with The Shape.

Paranormal Activity 7 (as yet untitled)

Release date: 2022 TBC

Announced back in 2019, Blumhouse is supposedly planning a seventh installment to the found footage franchise, with Oren Peli the creator of the original Paranormal Activity attached to write. No plot details have been released yet and it’s possible the unexpected events of 2020 have affected plans for this. The latest in the franchise – 2015 Paranormal Activity: Ghost Dimension is the least profitable of the series but still grossed $79M worldwide from a budget of $10M.

Vengeance

Release date: 2021

This is the directorial debut of actor and comedian BJ Novak (who was one of the writers on the US version of The Office, where he also played Ryan Howard), which follows a radio host from New York (also played by Novak) who travels down South in an attempt to solve the murder of his girlfriend and discover what happened to her. The movie co stars Logan’s Boyd Holbrook as well as Ashton Kutcher and Issa Rae. The production began in March 2020 but was put on hold due to COVID19, but has started back up again and Blum says they’ve almost finished shooting what he describes as “a cool, offbeat movie”.

Five Nights At Freddy’s

Status: Pre-production

Currently in pre-production is this adaptation based on the popular horror video game franchise where a night security worker at a restaurant called Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza is terrorised by sentient and murderous animatronic characters who come alive after dark. The movie was originally optioned by Warner Bros with Gil Keenan to direct but is now with Blumhouse under Chris Columbus. Despite delays, Blum is confident this is still very much on the cards telling Inverse “”It’s still active. We haven’t quite figured it out, but we’re getting closer every day.” The videogame franchise featured several sequels and spin offs so if Blum and Columbus can make this a hit there’s every possibility for multiple sequels.

Wolfman

Status: Pre-production

After the massive success of The Invisible Man, long time Blumhouse collaborator Leigh Whannell has signed on to tackle another classic Universal monster with the Wolfman. This is one of the strangest but most exciting titles on Blumhouse’s slate with Ryan Gosling attacked to star as a man who is cursed after being bitten by a werewolf. Gosling is a massive talent, Oscar nominated twice, who is selective with his projects so we can only imagine the script must be something special. 

Mother Nature

Status: Pre-Production

Announced back in May Mother Nature marks the directorial debut of Jamie Lee Curtis herself. An eco-horror co-written by Curtis and Russell Goldman who’s head of development at Curtis’ company Comet Pictures, this is the first film in a three year first look deal Comet Pictures has with Blumhouse. Details are scant but it looks like this will be themed around climate change. “I’m 61 and my motto now is: ‘If not now, when, if not me, who?’” Curtis told EW. Well quite.

Untitled John Ridley Paranormal Thriller

Status: Pre-production

Novelist, screenwriter and director John Ridley is set to write and direct this chiller based on this article entitled ‘Project Poltergeist’ which tells the true story of a young boy who is purported terrified by supernatural occurrences in a public housing project in the 1960s. “This is an incredible true-life narrative of a young man dealing with horrors – both paranormal and racially systemic — in a community that is scarred by hate, yet ultimately brought together by hope,” said Ridley, speaking to TheWrap. “I really appreciate Blumhouse’s commitment to telling stories that seek to entertain audiences even as it challenges them.”

Patrick Wilson in Insidious

Insidious 5

Status: Pitch

It’s been ten years since the very scary first installment of Insidious, one of the franchises that really helped put Blumhouse productions on the map, and the series shows no sign of disappearing into the Further just yet. A fifth film is apparently on the cards with star Patrick Wilson set to direct. The film will focus on the Lambert family ten years on as son Dalton prepares to go to college. “We’ve had a lot of luck with first-time directors who are actors, even Jordan Peele (Get Out) or Joel Edgerton on The Gift,” Blum told Den of Geek.

Caroline Ward in Host

Untitled Rob Savage project

Status: Pre-production

Sure the defining horror movie of 2020 has to be Host, a low budget indie written, shot and released in just 12 weeks during lockdown, a Zoom horror which perfectly captured the zeitgeist. After rave reviews, Savage and his team, screenwriters Gemma Hurley and Jed Shepherd and producer Douglas Cox signed with Blumhouse for a three picture deal. In typical quick and dirty style they’ve already begun work on the first of these features, which will reportedly be scarier and more ambitious than Host. Definitely one to watch.

Untitled Dracula project

Status: Treatment

Announced back in March, Jennifer’s Body and The Invitation director Karyn Kusama is attached to another Universal Monster project – a new adaptation of Bram Stoker’s Dracula. Kusama told the Kingcast podcast that it would be a fairly faithful adaptation which will lean into the idea of multiple voices and points of view to tell the story, and perhaps present a slightly different version of the Count himself. “I would just say in some respect this is gonna be an adaptation called Dracula but it’s perhaps not the same kind of romantic hero that we’ve seen in past adaptations of Dracula,” said Kusama.

Untitled The Thing Remake/Untitled John Carpenter/Blumhouse Project

Status: Pitch

January of 2020 saw rumours that Blumhouse was working on a new iteration of The Thing, based on the (relatively) recently unearthed longer version of the story the movie is based on Who Goes There?, by John W. Campbell Jr. – the longer version is called Frozen Hell. Though there are two separate entries on IMDb for this project they are clearly the same ‘Thing’ – the ‘Untitled John Carpenter/Blumhouse Project’ suggest the Halloween 2018 director David Gordon Green maybe attached.

Firestarter

Status: Script

This new adaptation of the Stephen King novel has been kicking about since 2010 but there has been some movement recently. Zac Efron has been cast in an as yet undisclosed role and Blum has promised a “faithful” adaptation. At one point Akiva Goldsman was attached to direct, then later Fatih Akin but as things currently stand The Vigil director Keith Thomas is the frame to re-tell this story about a young girl with the telekinetic power to set things on fire. There was a previous adap of this story released in 1984 starring Drew Barrymore and directed by Mark L. Lester, with a miniseries Firestarter: Rekindled broadcast on the sci-fi channel in 2002, so this sits within remake territory.

Untitled Elizabeth Moss Project

Status: Pitch

This is a proposed adaptation of Virginia Feito’s novel, Mrs. March, with Moss producing and set to star. The novel will be published in 2021 and has been likened to Shirley Jackson. According to the synopsis it follows an upper Eastside housewife “who unravels when she begins to suspect the detestable protagonist of her husband’s latest bestselling novel is based on her”. Moss’s Love and Squalor productions with partner with Blumhouse on the project

Also in development:

Blumhouse has a multitude of other projects at different stages of development many of which likely won’t ever see the light of day. Here what else has been mooted.

Mark Duplass in Creep

Creep 3

Status: Development unknown

Third part of the Mark Duplass/Patrick Brice series – reached script stage, last updated Dec 2016

Curse 

Status: Optioned

Werewolf story based on a graphic novel, optioned April 2018

Devil’s Night

Status: Development unknown

Night before Halloween story, reached script stage, last updated July 2017

Families 

Status: Development unknown

Cannibal horror, reached script stage in 2015, last updated January 2017

Fangland 

Status: Development unknown

Dracula as an arms dealer. Script in 2009, last updated March 2017.

Intruders

Status: Script

Dead Snow’s Tommy Wirkola is attached to write and direct this domestic abuse thriller, last updated May 2018.

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Invasion

Development unknown

A home invasion occurs at the same time as an Alien invasion. Script as of March 2018, last updated July 2020

M3GAN 

Status: Script

Housebound director Gerard Johnstone is attached to this story about a robot doll who develops sentience, with Get Out’s Allison Williams attached. It reached the script stage in July 2018, but no news since.

Magic Eight Ball 

Status: Script

This project about the kids’ toy has been kicking around since 2006 with the latest version of the script listed as June 2019. Currently Jeff Wadlow of Fantasy Island is attached

Sleepwalker 

Status: Script

Alexander Aja who made Switchblade Romance is listed as attached to this, though there’s been no update since September 2017

Snapshot 1988

Status: Optioned

Mike Flanagan was attached to this adaptation of a Joe Hill story, though nothing’s been updated since 2016

The Black Phone

Status: Treatment

Another planned adaptation of a Joe Hill story, with Scott Derrickson attached. No updates since the treatment in 2017 though.

The Breathing Method 

Status: Development unknown

The only story from Stephen King anthology Different Seasons not to be turned into a movie, Scott Derrickson was also attached to this, but there’s been no movement for years with the last update in May 2017.

Untitled Chris Hardwick/Blumhouse Project

Status: Pitch

Collab with comedian and actor Hardwick, no news since October 2017

Untitled Dee Rees Horror Project

Status: Treatment

Collab with Mudbound director, Rees, described as “ghost story centering on an African-American lesbian couple living in a small town”. No news since May 2017.

Untitled Jason Blum/Chris Morgan Project

Status: Script

This collaboration with producer Chris Morgan has been around since 2013, with the latest update April 2017. The synopsis reads “A group of students get in over their heads with their new technological invention.”

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The Quest for Haiku

The Quest for Haiku Basho is considered the founder of haiku as we know it and one of the three great mastersof its form, along with Buson and Issa. Born Matsuo Kinsaku in 1664, his father was a samurai who passed away when his son was only 12. Basho then entered the household of the local feudal lord or daiymo to begin his education, and there he became dear friends with their son, Yoshitada. It was through this friendship that Basho was first introduced to poetry and its creation. When Yoshitada died suddenly only a few years later, Basho became disenchanted with court life and thus began a lifelong journey as a roaming poet. He studied Chinese poetry and philosophy, eventually shaving his head in the manner of monks at the time. At one point he finally settled to live in a small hut given to him by his students, one of which presented him with a house-warming gift - a banana tree plant, or "basho", a very rare plant in Japan. Basho so loved the gift that he adpoted it as his name and was thus known the rest of his life. Everywhere he moved this tree went with him, to be planted again and again just outside his front door. And once when his hut caught fire this tree was the first thing he rushed to save. As Basho travelled the country on foot, often he would stay with people in the villages he visited and teach poetry and give readings to all who came. A popular pasttime in those days was to have a poetry contest in which the village leader or honored guest would begin a poem, with a small three-line verse that set the time and tone for the the contest. Then each guest would add to the piece until it was considered done and the entire poem would be read aloud, with prizes going to the poets who added the best parts. But it was Basho who realized the opening verse of these extended tanka poems could be an actual poem on their own. Thus he began to study and perfect the hokku, or haiku as we know it, form. He continued to write poetry until his death in 1694, where he ended his travels in the city of Osaka. But centuries later his legacy and name are still revered throughout Japan and the world, and his poems are constantly being translated and published to bring his words to life again for each generation.

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Hey Everyone! I don’t know if this would be interest here too but I have a little Witchy group FB page for witches in London where we meet up around the city, share magic tips and events to get in touch with the local nature and magic but anyway, weekly I post a celestial forecast and I can forward these posts to here too. 

The posts may be a bit GMT/UT -centric as the target audience is London witches lol (also the weeks here begin on Mondays and from time to time I might mention ‘The Heath’ which is this beautiful wildish park here in North london but anyway) I thought of sharing this week’s Monday through Sunday events cause the energy is CLIMATIC and you may want to have a look at what’s going on! Below I talk about each day’s celestial transits and the recommended magic for them. 

Celestial Forecast! ✨

Week 2 of January {6th-12th}

Overview:

This is going to be an INSANELY powerful week! We might end up absorbing a lot of energy from the cosmos before we get slammed by the Full Moon Eclipse and other cosmic energies on the 10th that will lead us out of Eclipse season. It's time to ascend and let go of what no longer serves us and lay down powerful foundations as we dive into the New Year.

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6th

moon void of course from 12:08pm-2:11am (GMT)

moon in Taurus

Energy: The moon in Taurus will be void of course for most of the day (once again Void of Course meaning the moon will have made it's last aspect at 12:08PM and will venture into the next sign not making any aspects or aligning with any other planet or cosmic energy) creating a pretty chill and lazy liminal space. Get as much done as you can in the morning otherwise the afternoon and evening will be a time to be chill and unproductive. It's good to take time to rest and with the mood plateau-ing especially in lazy Taurus, you won't have much energy to get a lot done anyway. You will need the time to chill before the big eclipse on Friday!

Recommended Magic: journaling, resting, bath magic (cleansing), meditating, chilling out

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7th

Moon in Gemini at 2:11AM  (GMT)

Sun (Capricorn) sextile Neptune (Pisces)

Energy: With the sun having a harmonious aspect with Neptune, the two energies flow together like a chord setting the tone of heightened sensitivity and psychic connections for the day. Empathy will be heightened along with non-verbal communication, emotional sensitivities, spiritual connections and intense dreaming. Meditation, occult work and spiritual work will be favored on this day and might bring inspiring insights leading to greater self understanding and contentment. The moon in Gemini will hone in our desires to communicate and explore our inner mental world and connect our experiences to other through communication. This day might also bring spiritual 'downloads' from the cosmos if you open yourself up. The moon in Gemini might create the mood for us to be curious to explore our spiritual realms and with the harmonious nature of Neptune and the sun we may discover a lot of incredible things. This would be a great day to document our experiences through journaling or expressing them through art.

Recommended Magic: Dreaming, astral traveling (like mugwort tea or anything that helps you to fly), channeling, art and expressing your spiritual side through artwork, doing any magic, connecting to spirit guides, divination, freewriting, journaling, energy work, writing in your grimoire.

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8th

Mercury (Capricorn) sextile Neptune (Pisces)

moon void of course 9:15pm  (GMT)

Energy: This will be a lovely sequel to the previous day which can help us digest any psychic or intuitive information we may have received. This transit which is a harmonious transit now with the spiritual and mysterious neptune mixing with the mental realm of mercury means the world of art and spirituality will be harmonious with our mental world and we will find it easy to express our spiritual pursuits with ease. We might find the words to explain our epiphanies or enlightenment and can easily put them in the forms of art or words. This is also a great day for experiencing colorful dreams and picking up spiritual information through meditation, spirit guides, chance encounters and dreams or sudden thoughts. It's not a great transit for anything technical, but perfect to do creative artwork of any kind. In the evening the moon will be in void of course transit so the energy will quell by then.

Recommended Magic: Art, Dreaming, meditating, trance, reflection, journaling, connecting with guides, listening to music that moves you, shufflemancy, divination

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9th

moon enters cancer (7:43 AM GMT)

Energy: This moon position has much healing potential. Our emotions run deep and with the moon transitioning into it's full moon phase, we may feel our emotions running high and bringing to the surface what truly motivates us. It'll be wise to focus on the lessons we've learned on the days before and not get swept up by the high emotional tides of the near-full moon in Cancer. Full moon energy brings the two complementary yet opposing natures of the sister signs at harmony. With the moon in Cancer opposing the Sun in Capricorn, it will illuminate what motivates us emotionally and what makes us feel safe which will be the driving force for us to build stronger foundations for.

Recommended Magic: shadow work, chanting to align your energy, cleansing the space, shielding (as energy will run high), protective charms, free writing as a form of release.

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10th

Full Moon in Cancer Lunar Eclipse

Uranus direct in Taurus - Freedom and grounding

Sun (Capricorn) conjunct Mercury (Capricorn)

Energy: Where to begin... At first glance you can see the universe is screeching TIME FOR A CHANGE BITCH!! With the eclipse and Uranus moving direct you can experience sudden transformations to a higher version of yourself. With the sun and mercury conjunct, the energy of the two planets are fused where our thoughts, communications and what's going on in our inner realms is in the center of attention therefore edging away from the powerful spiritual transformation of this day is inevitable.

Uranus retrograde previously meant that Uranus's energies were inverted. If you were trying to make a change or initiate change, you might have felt blocked with Uranus's cycle of sleep beginning on August 11th. With Uranus Rx you would have gone on an internal journey creating changes within yourself that will help you create the external changes you seek. Often the changes we need are for personal freedom and Uranus retrograde lets you process things internally before you manifest the external change once Uranus turns direct. Now with Uranus direct on the full moon eclipse we can expect sudden powerful changes, epiphanies, and bursts of freedom that will come to a climax with this full blood moon. If you for example REALLY WANT A JOB or REALLY HATE YOUR JOB AND WANT TO CHANGE IT or REALLY HATE YOUR LIVING EXPERIENCE (this amplified as it's full moon in Cancer) or DON'T FEEL STABLE, SAFE AND LOVED IN YOUR LIFE AND YOU WANT TO BE FREE AND FEEL GOOD FOR ONCE!!

This is the moon to RELEASE that magic on. With eclipses, the full moon eclipse is extra powerful as it dredges up emotions from our deep subconscious to the surface that we have been bottling up for god knows how long aging like an old forgotten fermenting smoothie that is about to fizz and burst open everywhere. It's a good day for protective charms and energy as you can imagine some people might really let their emotions loose without care for others and you don't want to be on the receiving end especially if your own emotions are high and you're not tryna find trouble by popping off.  It's also, obviously a GREAT day for MANIFESTING as all full moons are, but specifically manifesting your truest most rawest desires like go full feral wild in the heaths howling at the blood moon and burning shit cause the energies will be at the highest pitch to thunder down your most passionate visions of your most idealistic reality like the Kool-Aid man bursting through the cosmic fourth wall to deliver you to your dreams.

Recommended Magic: gurl issa full blood moon Uranus direct eclipse.. go wild.

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11th

Moon void of course until 11:16am  (GMT)

Moon in Leo

Energy: The day will start out a bit relaxed with the moon void of course which will create a chill radio-silence which is the peace needed to calm the electric magic storm of the evening before. With the moon in Leo however the spectacle might just move to Act 2 instead of dissipating completely. The moon in Leo creates a desire for drama (and for some of us with natal chiron in Leo, painful traumatic realizations), yet also creativity and sparking our inner child. In order to process this energy positively you can use the day to process your emotions you've experienced throughout the week into art and sharing your creations on social media. You might find a place where your experiences are welcomed and you might find extra validation. Either way today would be the day to focus on the self and expressing yourself and looking on the path that you'd like to take yourself, especially with the aftermath of the full moon and what it could have surfaced for you.

Recommended Magic: self love, art, self reflection, divination, shadow work, sharing art.

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12th

Mercury, Saturn + Pluto Conjunct (Capricorn)

moon in Leo

Energy: Today is going to be a rude day but it will be needed. It will be the harsh grounding force of the dreamy week coming to an end and the psychedelic trip, cathartic full moon storm being grounded into the deep earth and force you to put what you've learned onto the material plane. With Saturn, Pluto and Mercury conjunct, all three energies are fused to create an energy where we must focus on the material world (all of our thoughts will revolve around this as well) and what is not working for us anymore. Something in your life has outlived it's usefulness and is holding you back and with the deep earthly Saturn being pushed with Pluto which brings things to an end (or transforms them) you will put down the ground work to finally get rid of these things or change your circumstance (especially with Uranus now direct you will seek freedom and the change to do so). If something is broken you will need to fix it or toss it out, and you will be unwise to ignore it and resist the powerful forces of Saturn AND Pluto, cause lets be real they will whoop your ass so it's better to work with them then against them. Along with the moon in Leo, making things more dramatic than they need to be, instead of realizing something simply doesn't work out for you anymore, it might be a dramatic rude display loudly trumpeting in your face that it's time Is Now Over and you need to take action.

It is best to approach the coming change by accepting the inevitable and do what must be done or else if you stubbornly refuse to change, you risk complications that will make your life extremely difficult for a long time cause that's especially the way Saturn works and it's in it's home sign of Capricorn so it's not here to play games. Especially since Saturn is deeply earthly you will risk making your foundations in life deeply unstable which can result in suffering for years to come. I like to imagine Saturn energy as the big bad wolf and your actions being like the three little pigs. Use the time to put down the hard work and foundation to build a brick house or else Saturn powered by Pluto will come to blow them twigs away.

Recommended Magic: use all the materials you've written in the past for journaling, vision boards, reflections etc. and take action on them. The magical focus will be less in the ethereal plane and more on the physical today. Additionally: shadow work and divination as guides.

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