#looks like something from the folklore shoot

[anemptypuddingcup]

Can’t help what can’t be controlled.

Dream Demon!Sanji x Female Reader.

I searched around deep to figure out what Sanji would be, this was the best I could come up with but I hope you’ll enjoy it like the series.

Mares looks more like likes or felines in a way but I really just had a knack for making Sanji a spider and having the most limbs out of everyone.

tagging: @vaquint

Contains: (Representing the Mare in German & Swedish folklore correct me if I’m wrong) Sanji is more related to a spider. Read my dream demon anatomy for more understanding on Sanji’s anatomy. Sanji has four pairs of arms but will only be using three in this series. Sanji comes from under the bed. Sanji unconsciously giving Reader nightmares. (Contrasting the Mares usual behavior) Sanji’s sweet and harmless. Sanji’s very touchy in this fic. Sanji’s also not used to sexual affection so he grows to like it. (He’s literally the most innocent demon out of the rest). Sanji is basically a virgin. Reader teaching Sanji about sex (a little bit of teaching). Sanji has two slender cocks. Lots of making out. A bit of grinding and dry humping. Handjobs. Vaginal and Anal. Double penetration. Lotus to Missionary to Mating Press. Sanji soothing and rocking Reader back to sleep. Very long fic full of porn w slight plot.

You stood there beside your bed, facing your nightstand while you stared into the glass of water resting there. It’s been a rough week for you but none of it could compare to the endless cycle of sleepless nights you’ve had. It was hard to sleep, ever since you started getting more stressed about things. You didn’t know how it started but man did you wish for the cycle to end.

What made all of your nights sleepless and painful were the nightmares you would have. From watching your own death to watching your family’s death and struggles, you’ve felt that you’ve practically went through every nightmare possible in the last week. Just what was causing your brain to have these terrible nightmares, it couldn’t have been the stress.

Then again it could have been.

You sighed out and softly press your fingertips to the glass cup before lifting it and pressing it against your lips. You gulped down the water before setting the glass back onto the wooden surface of your nightstand and turning off your lamp. You slowly climbed into bed, the mattress sinking as it took in your weight and nestled your body with comfort and warmth.

You lie back against your pillow and pull your blankets up close to yourself, stretching your legs out while you shuddered from the cold kissing the bed. You sighed out heavily before finally getting into a comfortable position and closing your eyes.

You focused on the silence surrounding yourself, the silence that practically rung deep within your ears. Part of you began to feel uneasy but you forced yourself to shake it off and to try and relax.

God, you wished you’d fallen asleep sooner.

Within a few minutes later, you found it so hard to sleep. It was this intense and uneasy feeling you had, like someone’s presence was in the room or something was near you.

You shuddered within your bed before a noise makes you already and makes you realize that you’re not the only one inside of your own home.

“Oh my, is she asleep already…? So fast…”

A whisper beneath your bed causes your eyes to shoot open and let out a little yelp in response. You pursed your lips tight and you didn’t even try to move or get out of your bed. Was someone under your bed? But how? You made sure to check every lock on your doors and windows. So how in the absolute hell was someone here beneath your bed?

You flip over onto your back and sat completely still, waiting for whoever it was to just come out already and attack your defenseless little body. You waited…

And waited…

And waited…

You were still wide awake, and still alert of the intruder that was being a bit stubborn.

You gulped as you felt yourself growing nervous and nauseous. Why wouldn’t they just come out already? You sigh out before enduring the courage to finally speak out and say something.

You inhaled deeply as cold sweats ran down your brow before you exhale shakily and finally speak out to him.

“W-Whose there…?” You asked out so shakily that your throat began to hurt.

Silence continued to spill through the room for a moment before the intruder finally responds to you.

“You…You can hear me?” His French accent was a little thick and he said it as if he was so surprised to realize that he’s been caught. “Y-Yes! I-I can! Come out from under my bed! Now!” You yell, the shakiness of your voice giving away your nervousness. A hand slowly reaches from under your bed and presses against your mattress, a gasp leaving your as you stared at the hand and its claws.

Another hand appears and another…

And another, the amount making your eyes widen with shock and fear while you clenches your quilt tightly in your hands. Eight hands gripped your quilt and began to pull a slender body up from underneath your bed and onto your fluffy bedding.

A groan leaves this…creature as he climbs up and sits up on his knees. He slowly looks down at you, his silhouette only showing himself staring down at you. His crystal-sapphire eyes stares into yours and you could swear that you could see three eyes on that single side of his face that showed.

“Well aren’t you just an adorable little star. A radiant one at that~” He says, his voice so soothing as he spoke. He moves in closer to you, crawling while his eight arms reaches out to you. You gasp out and pull away before turning your head and curling up, shutting your eyes tightly while you felt him moving in on you.

“Hey dear, I’m not here to hurt you. There’s no need to be afraid.” He says, tapping your shoulder with his soft and soothing hand. You slowly look over your should and see his eyes looking into yours, his lips curling up into an adoring smile and giving of a sense of his friendly nature.

“I didn’t think you could hear or see me. I see I was wrong though. You’re quite a beauty, it’s a shame we didn’t speak sooner.” He chuckles, reaching over to your body to which his hands caressed. He pulls you towards him, flipping you over and turning you over to face him. Your eyes still have off fear to him but he smiles and cups your face with his first pair of hands.

His other hands played with yours, fingers circling your palms and the skin of your fingers. “My dear, you’re like a diamond in the fine black sand. A beautiful sight for my six eyes to land on.” He says charmingly, his face moving in closer to inspect yours even more. He presses his chest up against your breasts as a deep tint of blush begins to appear on his face. You still shivered against him, afraid of his appearance but taken back by his gentle approach.

You peer down at his arms and quirk a brow, realizing that only six remained instead of eight.

“W-Where did…I thought you had eight arms…?” You pointed out, looking down at the now three pairs of arms he had. “Ah yes~ I can hide them as I please. They just disappear and reappear you see?” He hums, showing him retracting his arms repeatedly before hiding them fully once again. He chuckles as he watches your face shift and buries his head between your neck, inhaling your scent.

“Well, what’s your name sweetie?” He asked you, still having his head buried within your neck. “________…and yours?”

“Sanji Vinsmoke, a pleasure to meet a beautiful woman such as yourself.” He hums out. You yawned and peered down at him and his golden blonde strands, looking at how they curled up on the back of his head.

“U-Um…Are you friendly…?” You asked, wanting to make sure he wasn’t after you. He lifts his head and nods profusely. “Of course I am! I’m not out for you! Not a pretty little lady like you!” He says, deep comfort and promise etched deep in his words. You nodded and sighed out before plopping back against your pillows, a sleep groan leaving past your lips.

Sanji tilts his head before sitting onto the mattress and crossing his legs.

“Are you sleepy dear?” He asks you, quirking a brow and putting a hand to your chin. You nodded and blinked sleepily, rubbing your eyes sleepily. “I’ve been sleepy but I can’t sleep because I’ve been having nightmares…” You whine out, turning over. Sanji paused before letting out a nervous laugh and scratching the back of his neck.

“Oh dear…that may be my fault…” He sighs out before grasping his chin with his other hand.

You freeze before slowly sitting up and staring into his eyes.

“What do you mean?” You asked, your tone dark as anger slowly began to spill from it. Sanji looks at you nervously with his three eyes before sighing out and setting himself beside you. “Well…I am a creature who causes nightmares. One of many actually. If you were asleep when I got close up against your breasts, I would’ve given you a nightmare. I promise that I mean no harm, if I could produce dreams I would…” He explains to you, pressing a hand to your back and rubbing it softly.

You sighed out and settled in bed again, too fed up to even argue or yell at Sanji. “So you’re the reason I’m having these nightmares every night?” You asked upsettingly, now knowing that he’s the culprit of the terrible nightmares and sleepless nights you’ve been having.

“I’m sorry sweetheart I really am. I’m not in control of what nightmare you have…I just make you have one.” He says, his words sincere along with his worrisome facial expression. “It’s okay…if you’re going to give me another, please just do it now so I can go to sleep.” You sigh out, flipping over onto your back and staring up at him. You hold your arms out to him, expecting him to lay against your body and relax…but he hesitates fully.

He stares down at your breasts before looking away, not really wanting to give you another nightmare. He wanted to help if anything.

“Um…sweetie. I don’t want to give you a nightmare. Not if this is what my work’s been doing to you and your body.” He says, wrapping his arms around your body and pulling you up from your pillows.

You stare at him blankly.

“Then what now? Aren’t you supposed to give me a nightmare and go about your night?” You asked him, fed up and just tired. “I’m not obligated to do this. Yes it’s my job, but not if it’s doing this to a lovely lady like you. I’d rather help you sleep than keep you wide awake and restless.” He sighs out before giving you a heartwarming smile. You press your hand to your temple and let out a stressed sigh before nodding, not caring what he does as long as he lets you sleep.

“Fine. Just be quick with whatever you’re going to do so I can sleep. I have work tomorrow.” You groaned, your brows furled in irritation. He smiles and pulls you close to him once again before chuckling softly. His first pair of hands cups your face and caresses your cheeks, his other two pairs running beneath your shirt and along your soft skin. “I wouldn’t want to rush it, but anything for you sweetie.” He says sweetly to you.

You shiver at his touch and watched as he buries his face against your neck once again, his soft lips peppering kisses against the soft skin of your neck while he runs his thirty fingers along the soft skin of your tummy, sides and your back. “What’re you planning to do? Are you going to give me a massage and such?” You asked him, gasping out softly while you press your hand against his soft and silky strands.

“A little more than that love. How about a bit of stress relief to relax you? You’re stressed from work and sleep deprivation yes?” He offers to you, his fingers running soft circles along the back of your ears. You mewl out and shudder before smirking at his touch, your arms wrapping around his soft and slender body while he buries himself in your embrace. “I’d like that…such a gentleman~” You hum out sweetly to him, his third set of arms pulling your legs up and around his hips while his second set begins to remove and pull your shirt over your head.

He pulls your shirt off and hums out at your sweet scent, burying his head deep between your breasts and mewling out. “Such soft skin, aren’t you lovely?~” He hums out, his three sapphire eyes peering up into yours. You moan out at his soft hands touching at your skin, his lips pressing sticky yet sweet smooches against the skin of your neck and chest.

You feel him push his crotch against your clothed cunt and you gasp out before shutting your eyes softly. A heavy gasp leaving past you lips gains Sanji’s attention, and you feel him smirk against your neck while pressing more kisses to your skin. You feel a pair of his hands trail up to your breasts as he cups them, making you jerk and yelp out from his cold touch.

“Sanji~” You sigh out his name while he continues grinding between your legs. You could feel his cock growing hard beneath his robe while he lets out a shaky gasp.

Though it felt rather odd.

He smiles but huffs out shakily, not very used to this type of affection or contact with anyone. “T-This feels nice~” He mewls, his first pair of arms wrapping around your neck while he grinds into you.

His hips speed up and his thrusts grow fervent and desperate, his third pair of hands lifting his robe and pulling his briefs down a bit. He reveals his two erections to you and you’re a bit stunned. Both of his tips were leaking with affection and neediness, he wanted you so dearly. “T-They’re…hot, a-and they’re…hard..?” He says shakily with questioning tone lingering in his voice.

It was then that you realized that Sanji probably didn’t know much about sexual affection. He probably thought there wasn’t more to just the touching and the kisses he was providing.

Just what was this change in attitude is what he was thinking to himself. He’s never felt like this before so it’s no surprise that he would want more from you. You were still staring at his hardened cocks and you peer back up at him to see that his face is deep in color and shade. Sanji hesitated to continue but you pull him closer while pulling off your panties.

“You don’t have to be shy Sanji. Please continue if you’d like to~” You say sweetly to him, offering him the choice to continue. He sighs and nods before pressing his body back against yours tightly, his hips moving automatically and grinding his heat against yours. “It feels so n-nice love~ Oh goodness this feels so nice~” He whines out shakily, grinding one cock against your bare cunt his he palms the other.

You let out soft moans as you felt his length slide between your folds, his tip occasionally sliding against your clit and making you tremble. You reach your hand out and grab one of his shafts softly before sliding your hand along it, stroking him while he moans out. He shudders a bit above you, propping himself up on his knees and thrusting up into your hand. You mewl out and use your other hand to fondle the tip of his cock, providing pleasure to most angles of his length.

“Oh!~ Like that! Just like that please~” He huffs out, now practically fucking his cock up into your hand. Your grip tightens slightly as you watched him thrust in and out of your hand, your other hand reaching for his other cock. You begin to stoke both of them and he moans out louder and shakily. You could feel his cocks twitch within your hands and you knew that he was certainly close to cumming.

“Oh~ O-Oh god!~ I-I feel something coming!~” Sanji whines out, his body growing shaky as he bucks his hips into your hands. His third pair of hands gets a grip of your waist while his second pair stayed and massaged your breasts.

As someone who was close to cumming, he was skilled at multitasking with your body.

You let out soft and pleasurable moans as you enjoyed the feeling of his soft yet chilling hands against your breasts. “You’re close to cumming aren’t you Sanji?” You asked him teasingly, massaging his shafts a bit faster while he lets out a sudden yelp. “I-Is this what this feeling i-is? T-Then yes! I a-am close!~” He huffs out, a bit of drool spilling past his lips as he began to struggle keeping his balance on his knees.

You kept your legs tight around his hips while you felt his body shuddering through your thighs. “Cum on my body Sanji, don’t hesitate to make a mess on me~” You say softly to him, your words making him whine out with a nod. You felt his hands grip your body a bit tighter and at that point he was just ready to cum out onto your lovely skin.

His face scrunches up and he exhaled heavily and shakily, his hands shaking against your body.

“Ahh!~ M-Mmgh!~” His voice grows louder and he throws his head back before finally releasing out into your skin, his cum hot thick and sticky against the skin of your tummy and breasts. You hum out in response and he slowly lies down against your body, feeling the need to recover. “Ahh~ Ah…I-I’m s-sorry love. I didn’t want to…dirty you up like that…” He huffs out shakily, his six hands trembling against your body while he lied there.

You pat his head in response before giggling. “It’s okay sweetheart, I said you could.” You say in response, pressing your hands against his shoulders while he looks up at you with teary eyes. “W-What was that feeling…? I’ve never felt something like it. Is this what everyone calls…arousal?” He asked you, slowly sitting up but struggling to gain the strength. You nodded and pulled him close, keeping his body pressed up against yours.

Sanji stares up into your eyes for a moment, his mind filled with so much questions and curiosity.

“Is there more to it than just this…?” He asked you with curiosity in his voice, moving in closer to you. You smiled and nodded to him, slowly sitting up from your pillows while staring down at him. “Yeah…There is more to it. There’s plenty more to it than just kissing and teasing touches Sanji.” You say to him softly, sitting up straight while his pretty eyes looked into yours. Sanji groans and slowly sits up before looking at your body up and down.

You giggle at his wandering eyes and grab his chin softly before pulling him close to your face. You give him a little kiss before pulling back and whispering into his ear. “Would you like to see what your two cocks can do to me Sanji?” You asked him, giving him a sly smirk while looking into his eyes. Sanji trembles at your words and sighs out shakily.

“Y-Yes I’d love to…Please show me…”

You softly lie him down against your pillows, noticing the nervousness in his face and eyes. Yes he was curious but he also didn’t know exactly what to do but watch you. You untie his robe sash before slowly pulling it open, a smile appearing across your face as you stared at his pretty and slender body. He wasn’t too thin but he had a beautiful body shape.

Sanji shudders as the cool air hits his skin and his bare erections prod out beneath his briefs. “I-It is rather cold in your room.” Sanji says, his teeth nearly chattering from how cold it was in your room. “It’s okay Sanji, we’ll be warming up in just a moment okay?” You whisper to him. He nods and watched as you began to touch him, your fingers running over his leaking tips.

“You’re still hard Sanji, are you pent up sweetheart?” You asked him, pressing your lips against his one of his tips. He gasps out and bites his bottom lip, his curly brows furling at the feeling of your tongue against his sensitive tip. “P-Please- I-It’s not s-sanitary to lick down there~” He says embarrassingly.

“It’s fine Sanji~”

God he was so adorable. How could a man be adorable yet handsome at the same time.

You chuckle and lift your head before sitting back and staring at him for a moment.

“Do you want to know how it feels to be inside of a woman Sanji?” You asked him, sitting up and staring at him. “Y-Yes…M-May you show me…?” He asked eagerly, one of his hands teasingly playing with his shaft.

“Of course I will~ But I have to look for something first.” You tell him, reaching over your bed and grabbing the knob of your nightstand drawer. You pull open the drawer to your nightstand, looking around for your lube so Sanji could have a bit of an easier entry.

“Give me one second okay?” You tell him, digging around in your nightstand while he watched impatiently. You dig around for a bit until you pull out a bottle of substance and close the drawer. You show the bottle to him and he looks at you with slight worry. “W-What is that supposed to be love?” He asked you, nervous for you to put whatever that was onto your body. You giggled at his nervousness, adoring how sweet and cute he was.

“It’s lubricant Sanji, it’ll help you slip inside of me a bit better~” You explained to him with a sweet little smile across your face. He sighs out and nods, watching as you opened the bottle. You open the bottle and pour a bit out onto your hand before setting the bottle down and begin rubbing your hands together.

You press your hands against Sanji’s warm erections and he jumps before gasping out suddenly. “Cold! O-Oh that’s cold!” He yelps, not liking this temperature play that he was receiving. “I’m sorry baby..” You apologize, rubbing the lubricant all along his two cocks and making him mewl out shakily. He moans out as he enjoys the feeling of your warm hands stroking his shafts, making sure you coated his cocks well in the lubricant.

You stop and he whines out, wanting for feel more of your palms and fingers against his hot length.

You slowly sit back down before spreading your legs open to Sanji, revealing your pussy to him and spreading yourself open before rubbing a bit of lube onto your already soaking pussy. You do the same with your rear entrance while Sanji watches in anticipation, his body trembling with impatience while his cocks throbbed for you.

After making sure both you and him were good enough, you slowly crawl over to him and hover your hips over his. Sanji presses his third pair of hands to your hips and helped keep yourself steady while you began aligning both of his cocks to your front and rear entrances.

“Are you ready Sanji?” You asked him, sliding your hips just slightly against his tips. “Yes~ Yes love I’m so ready for this~ Please…don’t rush yourself though…” He says, huffing out as he stares into your pretty eyes once more. You smile at his thoughtfulness and nodded in response to him. “I will…thank you Sanji.” You respond.

You huff out before slowly and steadily lowering yourself down onto his lengths, a moan leaving both your lips and Sanji’s as he watched. You exhale shakily as he begins to stretch both of your holes with his lengths, his cocks sliding in easily due to the lube. Sanji couldn’t help but to moan out at the feeling of your insides sucking him in, your velvety walls taking his cocks in and clinging on to them.

“Mmmgh~ F-Fuck Sanji~” You huff out his name shakily, your brows furling at the slightly painful stretch his cocks provided. Sanji notices and stops you, his second pair of hands gripping your sides and holding you in place.

“Please take your time dear, you don’t have to rush it for me.” He says with worry, his body sitting up slightly to help you. You whine out to him but nodded. “O-Okay…” You say to him, wrapping your arms around him and holding on to his body. “We can take as long as we need to, there’s no rush to this is there darling?” Sanji softly says to you, his hands to your sides and hips pulling you closer to him.

You obeyed and took your time, continuing to take your time lowering your hips on both of his dicks while soft mewls left past your lips. You could feel him deep inside of you, his cocks practically giving you a cute little bulge within your lower tummy. Sanji hisses out at the warmth of your inside enveloping his lengths as you finally bottom out, a moan fall after while you begin to wrap your legs around his hip.

“So deep~ Your cocks feels so good inside of me already Sanji~” You say to Sanji, a sweet little mewl rolling after your words. Sanji hums out and buried his head between your neck once again, his first pair of hands already toying at your breasts before he even started moving. “You’re so warm inside…and so soft and tight~ I-Is this what a lady feels like on the inside?~” He asks you, a soft moan leaving pats his lips as he felt your walls beginning to pulsate around his lengths.

“Yes~ This is what we feel like on the inside~ So soft and w-warm…” You spill out, now yearning the urge to move your hip. Sanji lifts your hips up a bit, causing you to gasp out and catching his attention. “Is this how I’m supposed to move? I just…thrust? Like I was doing earlier?” Sanji asks, needing a bit of reassurance and teaching.

“You can move me too when I’m on top of you…but yes. You thrust your hips in and out but you have to have a rhythm to it…You can’t just be too sloppy with it…” You tell him, your hands beginning to play at his curls. “You can thrust hard or go soft depending on how much force for you want in your thrusts…Speed could also apply to that too.”

“Whether you want to go hard and fast or soft and slow…is up to you Sanji. You can do any angle or position you’d like with me too…I can teach you a bit…if you’d like me to…”

Your face was burning hot as you explained it to him. You didn’t know much about sex yourself, but you knew enough to get by and help Sanji learn as well.

You were hoping you explained it enough for him to understand and you were guessing you didn’t because Sanji fell silent. You sit up and stare down at him and he smiles before lifting your hips up a bit. He slowly began thrusting up into you, making a few moans automatically spill past your lips. His cock inside of your cunt was kissing your cervix and you had realized that you’d forgotten to tell him about soft spot.

“O-Oh~ S-Sanji~” You gasp out his name as he lies you down onto the mattress, his smirk a bit sly if not mischievous. He slowly begins to thrust into you, the feeling of his shafts massaging your walls making you moan out. You huff out and bit your lip softly, watching as Sanji thrusted in and out of your pussy and ass at a normal pace.

Sanji was silent as if he was focusing and concentrating, making sure he was doing the process right and learning correctly. By the way your face was contorting and twisting, he knew he was doing something right or at least he hoped so. He thrusts into you at a bit of a different angle and you gasp out sharply, making him halt for a moment. “A-Are you alright?- Did I hurt you?” He asked, a bit of worry sinking into his voice.

“N-No you didn’t~ Y-You just hit the right spot~” You chuckle, reassuring him. Sanji exhales out of relief and begins to thrust in the same spot, making you moan out a bit loader while you watched him. Sanji begins to groan out as he felt your pussy tighten around his first cock, one of his hands trailing up along your soft tummy and groping you.

He could feel his cocks entering in and out of you, feeling a bulge prodding through your lower tummy every time he thrusted inside of you. “You feel so wonderful sweetheart~ Your- y-your…your pussy…feels so wonderful around my length~” He sighs out hesitantly. You mewl out sweetly to him as he lifts his hips a bit. You trail your hand down to your pussy, your fingers circling your clit while he fucked you with love.

“Your cocks feel good inside of me too Sanji~ You’re so deep inside~” You mewl out shakily before gasping out suddenly, feeling his fingers teasing your nipples. Sanji moans out shakily, his thrusts staring to get a bit more harder and faster inside of you. You let out a shaky little whine as you watch and feel his hips thrust into you a bit sharper.

“Mmgh! S-Sanji!~” You whined, shutting your eyes slowly while you enjoy the feeling of him shoving his cocks farther inside of your entrances. You feel him scoot his body up a bit more, his hands pushing your legs up far past your chest. A gasp leaves both of you, your pussy and ass sucking his cocks in deeper inside while enjoyed the feeling.

“F-Fuck~ Sanjiiii~” You mewl out his name so needily, wrapping your arms around his thin midsection while he hums out softly at your sweet little voice.

“Hah~ Keep squeezing me just like that please dear~ I-It feels so good~” He groans as his curly-brows scrunching up while his lips begin to part open a bit unconsciously.

Pushing his chest up against your soft breasts, he stares down into your eyes while he slammed his hips harder against yours causing you to release your voice even more. Your eyes roll up a bit and you’re a bit unresponsive, your moans all needy and loud as if you were close to breaking. You could hear the squelching noises of him entering and exiting your cunt and ass repeatedly.

You could tell that Sanji was getting swallowed by the pleasure, his eyes were tearing up and he was growing more vocal. His moans were beautiful and angelic the more he fucked your two sticky holes.

“Hah! M-Mmgh~ S-Sanji!” Your nails scratch along the skin of his back and your toes curled as you felt him give you a deep and sharp thrust. You felt the wind being knocked out of you as your body rocks from his harsh and desperate thrusts inside your pussy and ass.

You couldn’t help but to arch your back and turn your head, gasping and moaning out while you began to grow sensitive and close to your orgasm. “Oh sweetheart~ O-Oh god my sweetheart~” Sanji moans out, his hands sliding along your back and your hips. You mewl and shudder at his sweet touches and and turn to look at him.

“I-I’m c-close again my dear~ May I please cum inside of you?~ May I fill up both of your orifices with my cum?~” Sanji begged, asking while his voice grew so whiny and needy. He wanted to cream your pussy and ass, he wanted to fill you up and claim you for his own. Filling you up with his cum would be the best thing he’s ever done for both you and himself.

You moan out shakily before giggle at his neediness. “Y-Yes~ F-Fill me up Sanji~ Cum deep inside of me please baby~” You mewl out, pressing your hand to the back of his head and pulling his face close to yours. Sanji blinks before moaning softly, watching as you trails your thumb across his soft lips.

He moves in and presses his lips against yours, and you kept him close while you felt yourself ready to release in his lengths. Sanji could feel you trembling against his skin as he felt the warmth appear in the pit of his stomach again. “Ahh~ I-I’m- I’m close again~” Sanji whines out, his hands gripping your thighs and his nails scratching along your soft skin.

A heavy gasp left your lips in response before you pull him in tighter into your embrace, your legs tighter around his hips. “Inside!~ Please cum inside of me Sanji!~” You moan out, wanting him to release inside of you. “I-I’m going to!~” He moans, his voice shaky as he looks into your eyes. You nodded and mewl out suddenly, your arms tight around his body as you felt him thrust a little deeper inside of you.

Sanji nods and begin to pick up the pace, his hips rocking into your desperately as he pushed himself far over the edge. “Ah~ L-Love~” He mewls out, his body shuddering while his hands trembles against your skin. He lets out a sharp gasp before moaning out, his face twisting as his lengths twitched within your walls.

“Gh~ I-I’m cumming~ Ahhh~” He exhales sweetly, burying his face into your breasts while he moans out shakily. “P-Please S-Sanji~ I-I’m so close as well~” You hum sleepily, your walls gripping his shafts tightly yet pulsating around him.

“Agh!~ Ah! F-Fuck! I-It’s coming!~” He whines out a final time before finally releasing into you, a gasp shortly falling after as his knees dug deep into the mattress. His hands clawed against your skin while he came, his orgasm obviously strong and hitting him like a brick.

“Mmgh! O-Oh Sanji!~” You hug him tight and keep him close as you finally release with a heavy whine followed by a gasp, your cum spurting out onto his lower abdomen while you held on tight to him. You breathe heavily before sighing out satisfyingly, your body settling into you fluffy pillows and sheets beneath your body.

Sanji’s hand movements ceased as you relaxes his head against the valley of your breasts, his eyes staring into yours with pure love and attraction as he watched you begin to drift away. He holds your hips softly before removing himself, both you and him releasing moans as he slowly pulled out of your entrances.

He watched as your entrances spill his cum out onto your sheets while you lord there in place, yawning tiredly. You slowly turn over onto your side and Sanji pulls the blankets onto your body, his body settling into bed with you and holding you close to him.

He could tell by your breathing and by your still body that you had fallen asleep already, and he was ecstatic to help you. A smile was spread across his face as he stared at your sleeping frame, watching your chest rise and fall while you slept there peacefully.

His hand runs through your soft strands as he presses a soft smooch to your temple. Wrapping his arms around you, he slowly began rocking your body which made you hum happily in response.

“Goodnight sweetie…I’ll see you tomorrow morning…” He whispers to you softly, his arms keeping your nude body close while you snuggled up against him.

Finally…No more lonely and painful nights without sleep…

Sanji was here to help you…

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[howtofightwrite]

Professional Monster Removal

So, you've been hired to clear out a monster (or monsters) infesting a building in (or around) a modern city. What do you do?

The first problem is that you can't trust what your client tells you. Not in the sense that you think they're intentionally lying to you, but rather, they don't know what they're talking about.

If they tell you it's a vampire, that's basically meaningless. As myths go, vampires are more of a catch all for a staggering number of monsters from folklore, and while you wouldn't want to deal with most of those critters, your options for disposing of them (or even identifying where they are in the building, and assessing how dangerous they are) are far more picky. It's a bit like working as a normal exterminator and when you ask what the client needs removed they only offer, “it's furry.” Yeah, that's not helping anyone, buddy.

Werewolves aren't much better. The modern bipedal wolf monster is basically a Hollywood invention, dating back to the mid-20th century. There's absolutely no folklore support for it. That doesn't mean that in your world that flavor of nine-foot tall snarling deathbeast isn't a reality, but it's going to be hard to research. More often, werewolves were humans who took the form of a wolf, usually through some form of magical ritual. Knowing what that ritual is would be critical to identifying and eliminating them. Of course, this does come with the problem of leaving behind a very human looking body (in some cases), and that could be an entirely different problem, depending on exactly how well job is.

If they tell you it's a demon, that's almost more worthless than telling you it's a vampire. First off, there is no way to know that they've actually got a demon, and not just some random spirit. If they do have a demon, I hope you've brushed up on your advanced theology, because this is going to get extraordinarily messy. And, there's a very real danger that whatever you've run into has the capacity for completely unmaking small parts of reality. Or it could just be an unusually malicious house cat. Really, demon is even more of a catch all term for, “something we don't understand, but we're pretty sure it scares us.”

If it's fairies? Run. Just run. You're not getting paid enough for this, they can have their deposit back. It'll be fine. They're smarter than they look, and way more malicious and vindictive than you realize.

Just walking away is also pretty good advice for any esoteric, “list of rules,” you may get handed. Sometimes, this is pretty obvious safety considerations, like don't wander around in darkened rooms while the critter is loose, but when you start seeing things like keeping to a schedule, that's a very good sign that, either, whatever you're dealing with is sophisticated enough that some simple rituals and a catch pole will not get the job done. Or, alternately, someone (probably your client) is using you as bait,  or planning to feed you to the critter. This overlaps pretty strongly with the warning about fairies above, the Venn diagram isn't a perfect circle, but there's a lot of overlap.

Now, this doesn't mean you should ignore your client, but it does mean, you're going to need to do a lot of footwork after they hire you. This is not the fun kind of research. If they say vampires, you're going to need to be conversant in the many, many, vampire myths throughout human history. Sometimes you can shoot them. Sometimes you need silver and garlic. Amusing, on the cliché of, “forget all you know about vampires...” there is one element of folklore that actually doesn't exist; vampires don't need your permission to enter a dwelling. Now, a lot of vampires are extremely obsessive compulsive (yeah, this is the hilarious moment where you realize Sesame Street's Count has a legitimate grounding in folklore), so, they may want that invitation for psychological reasons, but it's not a mystical barrier that will protect you. Get them angry enough and they will forget themselves, cross the threshold, and rip you to pieces. (Though, in some cases, churches and temples may repel them. It goes with the holy symbols thing in general.)

That said, the holy symbols isn't specifically a vampiric vulnerability, more just a general ward against monsters, when it pops up. So, this is one to be very cautious of, but it can be useful in a lot of situations if you're receptive to that.

When you're doing your initial walk through, of the residence, keep an eye out for certain tells. You'll pick this up with practice. The direct signs of the critter are always nice, but finding secondary evidence of regarding the site's residents shouldn't be ignored. Keep an eye out for large amounts of esoterica, evidence of objects having been recently removed from the site (or recently added to it), evidence of ritualistic practices (often these will originate from the human residents themselves, rather than the critter, but, obviously, that's not always the case), and other anomalies. You're not just looking for tufts of fur, or forensic evidence, you also need to know why the critter is there.

So, you've identified your pest, hopefully. Under the best possible circumstances, you should now have a roadmap for dealing with these things. Here's the bad news, in some cases, that won't actually give you any tools to deal with it. A distressing amount of folklore will tell you how to avoid dealing with the critter in the first place but then washes its hands of what to do after the critter has been provoked.

Worse, and more frustratingly, folklore will sometimes give you bad information. Yeah, the biggest problem with folklore is, the more dangerous the critter, the less reliable your information will be. If someone offers you to clear out a nest of crawlers, my advice would be to not do it alone, and don't get too attached to the people you work with. There is no reliable folklore on those things, and 99% of the, “lore,” that does exist is internet fiction, written by people trying to spook each other out. As for sifting out that last one-in-a-hundred? Good luck.

This brushes against a related topic, you cannot trust research you pull off the internet. Obviously, things are a little different when you're digging through well documented myths, but when you start getting into more esoteric topics, the signal to noise ratio hops off a cliff. This doesn't mean the internet is useless, it can be useful for a brief overview (if you have the time to sort things out), and of course it's amazing for communicating with your colleagues. However, expect that when you need to dig into local folklore, you're going to need to spend time in the city's libraries, digging through books no one cares enough to scan and post online. For the most part, newspapers have been saved and uploaded, though if you're in the middle of nowhere, you might run into a small town paper that hasn't kept up to date.

So, what do you need to do? Remember that your job is to remove the errant critter from the site, not necessarily kill it. (Try to avoid those stipulations when you can. It can result in really unfortunate situations when you're dealing with something that literally cannot die.) Prioritize elimination in cases where the creature cannot be moved, or will return to the site regardless what you do, but remember you're getting paid to remove it, not to play hero, and you're certainly not getting paid enough to die over a spelling error in someone's circle of protection.

This brushes against a (hopefully) rare problem; amateurs. Yeah, it doesn't matter how much research you do, if your perfectly baited trap gets trampled by some bumpkins who broke in with shotguns and flashlights because they heard some monster was on the loose. Mercifully, these guys are a self-solving problem more often than not. If the critter kills them, then they're not your problem. In some rare cases, amateurs can even be useful, either as bait, or as a new vessel to get the critter off the site and make it a problem for someone else. If that sounds callous, remember that between their poor trigger discipline, misplaced hero complex, and unpredictability, they're more dangerous to you than the monster you're trying to evict. Sure, a century old specter that preys on hope is going to be harder to kill, but these guys are just dumb enough to shoot you in the head if you startle them. Or if they get it in their heads, somehow, that you're the one responsible for the infestation in the first place.

If you're, “lucky,” enough to get repeat business, that's probably a bad thing and the client is not going to be happy about it. In these specific cases, (assuming it's actually a new critter, and not a case where the original one wandered home after being released somewhere distant), your priority changes to identifying what brought the creature back here. Some critters are extremely territorial, and will return home no matter what you do (these are times when you really do need to find a way to permanently eliminate it.) However, if various critters of the same variety found the place appealing, presumably independently of one another, then you need to identify why. Again, this going to take some research, and you might even need to bring in a specialist (if you have access to one.) These kinds of situations can be really frustrating because the client is likely to be pissed with you over the new infestation, and believe its due to your incompetence, not because they didn't disclose critical information the first time round.

Checking city records regarding the place, even land claims and the history of a place become significantly more important on a return visit. (Now, if you're being thorough, you should have checked this the first time, and sometimes you'll even have time to, but if we're being honest, that stuff is rarely relevant, and you won't often have the time to dig through city records.) On the bright side, in the 21st century, a lot of those kinds of records are now available online, and free, so the days of wandering around in some sub-basement of city hall are (mostly) a thing of the past.

This is just napkin math, but figure that about one in four infestations can be traced back to a human cause. Either someone moved into the critter's territory and it's trying to drive them out, someone did something “very bad” and now they have a critter focused on them, or (worst of all), someone deliberately brought the critter here, lost control of it, and now wants you to remove it. The first two can result in repeat business if you simply remove (or even eliminate) the infestation, first time around. The third can also result in repeat business as well, but with a critical tell, the client's going to be fine with bringing you back. This isn't necessarily a red flag, but it is something to be cautious of.

Note that, in cases where the critter is focused on hunting down a specific individual, it may be in your best interest to simply stay out of its way. Actively helping the creature is a major liability risk, as you'll now be implicated in their death, but again, your job was to remove the creature from the site, and if that's accomplished, you can point to your contract and move on with your day. Similarly, getting in the  critter's way can be a very bad idea. That said, there's no guarantee the critter will voluntarily leave after it's managed to satisfy whatever's driving it. So, this becomes just one more consideration you need to weigh.

So, what do you do? Pay attention to the details, identify the critter, use that information to formulate a plan, and never forget that you're not getting paid to die on the job.

-Starke

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Happy 24th Birthday Ares! [1/19]

🗡️: Happy Birthday to me!~ I was thinking of instead of doing something big like normally do I might just chill and hangout with some people, definitely hanging out with Apollo and whoever wants to! I’m down for majority of anything. I’m just so happy to not have anymore modeling bookings! Talking about those have some shots from my latest shoot.~ I think I rocked both looks.~ The skirt isn’t something I normally wear but I think I look good 😎 I’m on my way to Apollo’s music studio, anyone’s welcome to come along.~

⭐️: Let’s pretend I didn’t forget this-

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[abiiors]

falling for you ❤️ // matty healy x reader

promptober '23 - day 10

a/n: might be one of my favs of this month?? writing this made me so giggly, i do very much love the song cw: smoking?? umm nothing else, i don't think wc: 950

a leaf crunches under matty’s foot, shooting a tendril of thrill through him. giddiness and adrenaline is an amazing combination, he’s realised. especially if she's with him, holding the flashlight in one hand and his hand in the other. 

if only so she won’t get lost in the darkness. 

they are breaking into a graveyard at 1 am afterall. what else do bored teenagers do on nights they feel rebellious? so matty allows himself another excited grin knowing she can’t see his face and tugs on her hand. 

“scared?” he teases, giggling when she scoffs quite bravely. 

“you wish, healy.” 

he should commend her, really. the tremor in her voice was quite well hidden that time. 

“well you did just enlist me to finish your dare so…”

“matty!” behind him he can hear her anxiously biting down her nails, bitten red and raw and down to the skin. he tuts, the pot calling the kettle black but at least she stops. 

“you won’t tell ross would you?” she asks sheepishly.

stifling his laughter seems almost impossible then, so much so that he stops abruptly and she walks into his back, making him burst out laughing anyway. a hand comes up from behind him—her slapping a palm over his mouth, muffling his cackle. 

they both look at each other, matty with tears streaming down his face and her with a slightly annoyed glare that’s quickly melting away. he gulps in air to calm himself down, to breathe in the scent of her skin. jasmine. just like it’s always been. 

“wouldn’t…” his voice comes out muffled and she immediately moves her hand away, making him feel a little cold. “wouldn’t tell ross, i promise. don’t wanna ruin your stellar reputation! he’d never let you live it down.” 

“yeah, alright matty,” she rolls her eyes but the laugh in her voice is unmistakable. “you care about my reputation so much, sure, i believe you.”

“hey!” he protests, jogging up to her when she starts walking away from him and deeper into the graveyard, a little brave now. “why wouldn’t i care about my best friend’s reputation?” the word stings, he swallows it down. 

matty catches up to her, walking side by side as he stares at her profile illuminated by the moon. the old smudged eyeliner under her eyes, the faint dusting of freckles, the slight curve of her lips that fights to be free even when she’s trying so hard to act annoyed at him. 

it disarms him thoroughly, so much so that he has to shakily light a cigarette just so he would have something to do with his hands. 

it’s not new though, she always disarms him, he always lights a cigarette to stop his hands from shaking. at this rate, his lungs would shrivel up well before his heart does from the joys of unrequited love. 

“there she is,” he points into the distance, putting on his old-man spooky voice. “old dorothy and her old grave. you know what to do…” 

he’s well aware of the local legend and so is ross. hence the dare—she has to chip away a piece of stone from the oldest grave in town and bring it to him. and it has to be done on a full moon's night according to george the folklore connoisseur. 

she gulps involuntarily, lingering a bit and toeing the grass. matty watches, amused, as she tries to gather courage. the girl he’s known all his life for being tough as nails scared of a harmless local legend. 

“don’t take two though,” he teases, wiggling his fingers in front of her face. “you know what they say—dorothy punishes the greedy.”

“i don’t even want one piece, why would i take two?” she mutters, wiping her sweaty hands on her jeans. matty wants to kiss them, place a tiny kiss on her palm. maybe even on her lips while he’s at it. 

shakily he takes a drag of his cigarette, exhaling the smoke.

“give me that,” she practically demands it, barely waiting for him to hand it to her before she takes a deep drag, cheeks hollowed, eyes closed. when she opens them again, she looks calmer. then she turns to him and blows the smoke in his direction in tiny rings and matty damn near goes into cardiac arrest from that alone. 

“right, here i go!” she jumps in place once, twice to hype herself up while he tries to recover. and then just like that, she sprints into the night. towards the moss-covered crumbling grave. 

matty takes another drag. and then one more just in case. 

not even half a minute later she’s jogging back to him, only a silhouette in the moonlight before her triumphant face becomes clear. her fist is held high in the air, the little piece of mossy rock hoisted like a trophy. 

“all done!” she whoops cringing instantly when matty hurries to shush her. 

unmistakably a porchlight turns on in the distance. a grumble—something about “rowdy teenagers” and a flashlight shines on them, blinding them for a moment. 

she squeals, pocketing the stone and grabbing matty’s hand. 

“run!” he yells, laughing maniacally as they run out the graveyard, hand-in-hand, all the way until they’re out the wrought iron gates and in a little alley before bursting into wheezing and fits of giggles. 

she pumps her fist up giddily. “oh ross can suck my dick, i did it!” 

matty stares, memorising the details of her face, of the curve of her lips, the glee in her eyes. the way her hair blows in the wind, unruly and slipping out of her claw clip. 

she looks alive. his heart thuds in his chest. 

it really is a shame that he’s a coward. 

lemme know what you think <33

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[twomiddlefingersforthehaters]

_Art Book of Naruto Uzumaki_ Part-4

Each one of the tailed beasts appears in the chasms of time. May the truth of the jinchüriki be revealed!

1. Gaara from Sunagekure Village, jinchūriki of the One-Tail

The concept behind Gaara's beast is a tanuki (raccoon dog). In Japanese folklore, foxes and tanuki never get along, so I thought I would make it a continued rivalry between him and Naruto. I really like the jagged and jutted-out jaw that the One Tall has.

2. Nii Yugito from Kumogakure Village, jinchūriki of the Two-Tails

This design was based on a creature called a futamata, which is essentially a cat that has grown a second tail after living for a very long time. Yugito is a very high-ranking kunoichi, and even Killer Bee gives her a lot of respect.

3. Yagura from Kirigakure Village, jinchūriki of the Three-Tails

At the time of serialization, other jinchūriki like Naruto and Gaara had already appeared. That's why I opted to have an extremely large tailed beast appear first. The basic concept of this beast is a turtle.

4. Roshi from Iwagakure village, jinchūriki of the Four-Tails

This design was based on a gorilla.... that or the giant monkey version of Goku trom Dragon Ball. The horns on his forehead are made to look like the Monkey King in Chinese mythology. He can spit fire and lava.

5. Han from Iwagakure village, jinchūriki of the Five-Tails

I combined a dolphin and a horse, but I couldn't really picture it and ended up with something that don't really understand. Han wears armor made of steam and mostly uses ninjutsu that manipulates steam. In other words, he's the Steam Jinchūriki.

6. Utakata from Kirigakure Village, jinchūriki of the Six-Tails

The Six Tails is kind of wiggly and looks like it might but won't shoot out lightning. Utakata uses ninjutsu that manipulates bubbles, making him a slippery opponent.

7. Fu from Takigakure Village, jinchūriki of the Seven-Tails.

The basic concept of the Seven Tails is a bug. I made the exoskeleton of the bug look more like a piece of armor and made the wings part of its tail. The jinchūriki is a girl, but aside from that, I haven't really decided on anything about her. (LOL)

8. Killer Bee from Kumagakure Village, jinchūriki of the Eight-Tails

The Eight Tails is like a cross between an octopus and a cow. I love how tasty the tails can look. Killer Bee usually speaks in rhymes. He's quite strong.

9. Uzumaki Naruto from Konohagakure Village, jinchūriki of the Nine-Tails

The basic concept of this beast is a fox. It is the strongest out of all the tailed beasts. It's so strong that I have no idea how to present it. (LOL)

#masashi kishimoto #Naruto #artbook #my stuff

[recklessfiction]

Writing Inspiration - Horror Movies -

The Thing (1982)

The Thing kills it with creature design and captures the vibe of horrors beyond our own rational understanding. I love Kurt Russell also, he's very capable and attractive and has fabulous hair.

The Wicker Man (1973)

The original Wicker Man is very much a christianity vs the "old ways" story. A fish out of water story, a warning to the christian about getting in too deep. It's really good, the kind of religious clashing I personally love to see.

The Lighthouse (2019)

What can I even say about this movie? It's weird, it folkloric, its otherwordly. It does what I love which is show a dull staple in mythology, in this case the mermaid/sea god, and made it weird again, made it strange and unsettling. It's made the sea and what is in the sea something to fear. Its my vibe but certainly not everyone's.

Pan's Labyrinth (2006)

GDT doesn't miss. I love when people make fairy tales frightening, and the creatures in them are weird and strange. I love fairy tales that are horror because that's what they've always been, warnings and something to scare children, and Pan's Labyrinth kills it!

Curse of the Demon (1957)

This is really just a comfort movie for me but it's very good and you should watch it.

Mad God (2021)

Mad God is something else. Not everyone's cup of tea, gross, horribly violent, uncomfortable, and odd. But I think it's wonderful in its wild creativity and strangeness. I like that it's more of a dream, shooting in wild directions with no real story line. It's a journey that you're just a part of and can't escape from, a nightmare.

Vampire Hunter D: Bloodlust (2000)

Beautiful movie. Gorgeous. Love that the vampires are strange looking but still beautiful and dignified, it speaks to the level of artistry and creativity that Yoshitaka Amano has.

Suspiria (1977)

This movie something you need to watch to understand. It's not just images, its the soundtrack, the colours, the shots and cuts. Its an entire sensory experience with music by Goblin.

Hellraiser (1987)

A classic. Again, the designs rock and the atmosphere is wonderful. Sex and death and blood and meat, man. Lust and unfinished bodies but its still sexy even though your goddamn muscle juices are dripping onto the floor. It's great.

Evil Dead 2 (1987) & Army of Darkness (1992)

The king of horror comedy, I wish I had as much charisma and jokes as Ash Williams. A great time in general.

The Horror of Dracula (1958)

I enjoy the Hammer horror films over Universal simply because of the life that's in them. They're funny and have a lot of action and are seductive while the Universal versions, while wonderful in their own right, are more dramatic, and lowkey. I love the Horror of Dracula with all my heart, Peter Cushing is so dignified even as he's jumping onto tables and running around constantly, and it's just a lot more fun!

Annihilation (2018)

When I first saw this movie, my first thought was that the characters were entering a fairy ring. The otherworldlyness of The Shimmer, it's beauty even in the horrific parts of itself, in the alligator and the other body horror elements, is something I love. Making decay and and death and horror beautiful, so much so that you start to question whether or not you should be afraid (the answer is of course yes you should be.)

#This is all the pictures tumblr would allow me to post in this post #so i'll update more as I think of them #if ppl want to see this kind of thing let me know!!! #horror

[traegorn]

Seriously why do you entertain zionist perspectives? Why dont you treat them like terfs like they should be?

Okay, I suspected there was a second one of you since the grammar got better -- but maybe I'm wrong, blocked the wrong person, and you're just one person.

Don't care.

This is what my inbox has looked like. This is the constant barrage of asks I've been getting, and this is just a sample. There's more. I'll put it under the cut because shit is going to get LONG.

And if we recall, all I have ever said was: Lilith is a figure from Jewish folklore, and as many Jewish people have said she is closed, non-Jewish witches probably shouldn't work with her. If you choose to, I think you're being an asshole.

Somehow... SOMEHOW that makes me antisemitic according to this weirdo? And now apparently it makes me a supporter of the Israeli government? I genuinely don't know how we got here.

I've redacted the names of folks who are supposedly "Zionists" in the messages, because I've literally found zero evidence on any of their blogs to support this. They all appear to be Jewish, but that isn't the same fucking thing.

Mind you, I shouldn't have to look because I hadn't even heard of most of them. One of them interacted with a post of mine, but... like... you get that I have thousands of followers, right? I don't research them. I don't look them up. I have a job and a life.

I think we're missing something more important though.

What is your goal here? Is your goal to try to change my mind? Is it to get me to agree with you? Because you'd have to be as dumb as a pile of broken doorknobs to think this was an effective strategy to change anyone's mind. Constant harassment does not ever achieve that.

If your goal is to just bully me off of social media, that isn't going to work either. You don't know me that well if you ever thought that would work. Even a surface googling of me would tell you that I spent seven years fighting a lawsuit (and winning) that someone tried to use to silence me online.

But then there's the stuff I don't talk about.

I have had a man who lives thirty minutes away from me threaten to come to my home and shoot me with a shotgun because I wrote an article exposing his brother as a convicted child molester working conventions. I have had a man who literally lives three blocks from me threaten to beat me to death in a nearby park I regularly walk through because he (erroneously) thought I stole a blue lives matter flag from a local restaurant.

You want to sell me on any of this? You want me to believe you're anything but a liar willing to say whatever they can think of to insult me? Bring receipts. Bring evidence. Bring proof. You want to accuse [random tumblr user] of something? Show me. Show me what they've done and/or said. Build an argument.

Because at no point has anyone done that. At no point has anyone built an actual, credible argument for any of this bullshit. All that seems to happen is that if someone doesn't agree with you, you call them antisemitic (or I guess now a Zionist).

I'm done with you, coward.

#witchcraft #witchblr #witch #lilith #ALL OF THIS IS BECAUSE I TALKED ABOUT LILITH BEING CLOSED #THIS IS INSANE

[hiddenmoonbeam]

(My app is being weird with asks so answering like this instead @neongreenllama @lynxindisguise )

Hello thank you both!! <3

Winter tale is a “small” thing I first thought about in November. I wanted to make something to post during December, leading up to Midwinter - which I obviously didn’t because 1) I still barely got any words out when trying to write, and 2) I realised that even if I could write this small tale in time, half the point of it was also illustrating it. And yeah, I’m too slow for that. I’m not actively working on this, but I do love it so we’ll see! 

The vibe that inspired it is long winter nights in an old forest covered in snow and sparkling with magic beneath a starlit sky. The story idea is based around Scandinavian folklore about werewolves, mainly that they turn every night, not only during the full moon, and the curse can be broken by someone calling them by their (christian) name while they’re transformed.

Snippet:

What’s your name? 

Silence, a bowed head, eyes on the grass between his fingers. I don’t know. I don’t remember. 

Don’t people call you anything?

A wry smile in the corner of his lips, where one scar stretches. Lots of things. Nothing quite right for a name, though. 

Sirius frowns, and the boy looks back at him from under long lashes, head tilted slightly to the side. You really don’t know? He asks it with a small voice giving away his uncertainty, and maybe also the slightest glimmer of hope.

The story is that Sirius is a witch apprentice to his mother, but doesn’t want to follow in her footsteps (needless to say, she disapproves of this). One morning when he avoids his duties by sneaking out into the nearby forest, he stumbles upon a wounded boy. The boy is scared, quiet, and doesn’t remember his own name. As Sirius keeps finding him the same way each morning, always taking care of him as much as he’s allowed, the boy eventually tells him he’s a werewolf. The village isn’t safe for him because everyone knows about him and would shoot the wolf on sight, and while he can’t remember his life before the wolf, he has a vague sense of home somewhere on the other side of the forest. He has tried many times to head there, but the wolf always returns to this village.

As autumn shifts into winter, and the nights grow longer, Sirius runs away from home, to follow Moony through the dark and mysterious forest. Hoping to find family on the other side, able to tell who he is, before Midwinter marks the night he will be turned to a wolf for good.

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#wip asks #wolfstar #llama tag #lynx tag #winter tale #not actually what it would be called but it'll do for now #my writing

[measuredmotion]

hiiiii I heard about your essay writing skills

I have this friend who has a huge crush on Jakub Gierszał, can you write an essay about him?

hiiii 👀 of course, i’m at your service! Jakub Gierszał is an accomplished, talented and I think still a bit underrated polish actor. Due to the fact he spent his childhood in Germany, he is also bilingual which gives him much more job opportunities when it comes to working abroad. He made some projects outside of Poland but still, he built his career there. Quite broad and diverse career in my humble opinion. At the beginning of it he won Shooting Star Award which is prestigious one for promising young actors in Europe. He debuted with film All That I Love in 2008 when he still attended acting classes. However, it was Suicide Room in 2011 which brought him the popularity. He played depressed, entitled, well-off teenager who gets lost in the cyber life. He even dyed his (beautiful blonde! ✨) hair for this role. No wonder why he got two awards and one nomination for it! Later on he starred in a couple of german productions. In the meanwhile he got leading role in Yuma (2012) telling the story of young Zyga who becomes 'Robin Hood’ of his town. In 2014 he got small role in American film Dracula Untold. A project, which seems interesting for me because of the idea behind it, is definitely Lure (Córki Dancingu). It is combination of the fairytale and musical on the basis of polish folklore. I must say that sometimes I still blast the soundtrack from this movie! Overall, 2017 was the year of GIERSZAŁ. He starred in four films and all of them were part of Gdynia Film Festival, let me introduce: Najlepszy (Breaking the limits) - based on the real story of Jerzy Górski, who was addicted to drugs but thanks to sport he fought dark times in his life and won Double Ironman. (Kuba killed it with this role 🤧🤍), next one was Beyond words which takes in the subject of immigration and identity. Spoor is about retired woman who becomes mixed up in a mystery when avid hunters in her mountain village start turning up dead and there are deer tracks next to their bodies. Then there was also film called Zgoda which takes place after the second world war and it is quite tough movie about sacrifice and love. I think Kuba chooses his work really precisely and he needs to be convinced to the project and characters he plays. It was quite chaotic during pandemic, but he even agreed to star in tv series which was quite shocking for me. He had been always denying to take part in tv series because it were films he loved the most. Nevertheless, he played a killer psycho and I was sold, me loves. Recently we could see him in Zadra where he plays a rapper! 👀👀👀 and in Doppelgänger where he plays a spy, the plot takes place in 70s/90s. I’m sorry for being chaotic! I might have omitted something but I said about his most acclaimed projects. I admire Kuba’s energy, he is a modest, kind and adorably shy human being, who doesn’t like attention and he is really private. He just wants to do his job and I admire him a lot. I could listen to him forever, his train of thoughts are always interesting! I think that the future of polish cinema is in good hands. Recommend to look his projects up ✨🤍

#ask #jakub gierszał #bels ramblings #essay

[finisnihil]

I feel like there’s such an untapped potential in Fair Folk/Fae based horror because when you look into their folklore it’d be perfect for something spooky.

The Fair Folk are fucking terrifying entities, you can never let your guard down around them, you can never accept their hospitality but you cannot for an instant cease being polite and even when you go out of your way to avoid them they still will creep into your life like mold or rot and steal your children for themselves or even pieces of your body. You have to be aware of every loose hair, every drop of blood, because they can use it against you. You have to bargain with the forest if you want anything back from them even your soul and that’s even more dangerous because the forest wants to devour you so bad. They’re eldritch in their horror.

In most modern stories based on them they’re very sexualized and they have a lot of their core traits stripped from them, they come to resemble more so the modern idea of a fairy like the kind you see in Peter Pan. Petty but ultimately possessing some sense of benevolence (Ex. Tinker Bell getting the Lost Boys to shoot Wendy but still having her existence tied to the belief of children). Sarah J. Maas’s fairies are hot guys with neat powers.

On the topic of ACOTAR I struggled to get invested in it because it lacks the tension of an encounter with the Fair Folk, the mind games, the stakes. The powerlessness of not only you becoming more aware of your surroundings but your surroundings also becoming more aware of you. Sure Feyre was spirited away but her place in the world of the fairies was mostly of little struggle beyond being lonely and feeling out of place. The fairies around her could be mean yes but there was an absence of the cruelty, the biting pettiness, the suffocating fear of saying just one wrong thing. When you compare it to works of authors like Holly Black, who is extremely faithful to the folklore, it’s easy to see just much of the Fair Folk’s base concepts were stripped from ACOTAR’s worldbuilding.

In The Folk of the Air series by Holly Black there’s a constant sense of powerlessness in the protagonists and the quiet understanding that kindness doesn’t get you very far with creature like the Fair Folk. Jude only because somewhat respected when she becomes cruel, she only assimilates fully into the world of the Fae when she abandons her notions of her humanity, when she acts like them.

The House of Furies series by Madeleine Roux also has a fantastic grasp on the horror of the Fae. In House of Furies there’s the ever prevalent feeling that the protagonist doesn’t belong among humans because she gives the people around her a sense of uncanny valley. The Fae are these eldritch beings far beyond the understanding of the protag, and they constantly haunt the narrative in the way that they are nature and you can run as far as you want but you can’t outrun what watches you from the trees.

#Nihil Dreams #Fair Folk #The Fae #Folklore #I love Holly Black #The Fae are a special interest of mine #I there was more horror centered in the idea of them #One of my favorite comic artist/writers have a horror comic based on the premise of the Fae and I’m eating it up #I ever roped Doc into it #And she Hates horror

[derpcakes]

Okay, I’m never actually going to write this (for reasons I’ll go into in a moment) but do know that a few years ago I was playing with a fanfic idea where a glitched out Holy Grail manifests in rural New South Wales. An ordinary teenager just trying to scrape by ‘til graduation in this tin-pot dairy town is out on a beer run for some crappy country high school party when two supernatural beings crash through the bottle’o wall, one with a spear and one with a pair of shiny, impossibly fast pistols. She survives being caught in the fight but inevitably ends up on her arse looking up at the glowing gunslinger, who says something about being a Heroic Spirit needing a Master. Our heroine then replies “Yeah nah, get fucked”. Nonetheless, she’s dragged into this battle, and the adventure begins from there.

I had most of a cast of Servants laid out: some smartypants mage decides to summon Ned Kelly--an Australian Heroic Spirit if ever there was one, and who is naturally depicted as a hot lady--before remembering that Ned Kelly was famous for being an outlaw who embodies the quintessential Aussie lack of respect for authority. Summoned as the Archer, Kelly has a degree of independence but ultimately needs a human to keep her anchored, hence going “wait, shit” after breaking her own contract, then reluctantly teaming up with our country town hero in the scene above. Since Ned Kelly’s homemade armour is so famous (to the point where a lot of art just depicts the armour, and it’s way more recognisable than his actual face despite photographs of him existing!) the armour would be constantly on, but invisible, in the same way that Arturia obscures Excalibur. Plenty of potential here for dramatic reveals, not to mention the Themes and Motifs. 

I also liked the idea of each Master having a kind of disjointed cultural relationship with their Heroic Spirit, e.g. a young mage who’s grown up as part of the Greek diaspora in Australia summons a hero from Ancient Greek legend; a character whose noble family fled Russia during the revolution (and hasn’t lived there since) summons a staple of Russian folklore like Baba Yaga (as Rider, you know, for her walking house). These old stories are part of these characters’ heritage, but the versions that exist in lore and legend are unrecognisable from anything they’ve known due to the passage of time and the transformation of culture through the immigrant experience. I thought that could be a fun thing to play around with, you know? Especially with the Australian setting.

I also messed around with the idea that someone summons what they think is a Valkyrie (back before they turned up in FGO!) but, in a third act reveal, turns out to actually be Loki in disguise. Loki would be Very Gender and extremely fun as an amoral pseudo-villain who gets into some cheeky chats with Ned Kelly about the way humans mythologise their troublemakers while also shooting them down.

Oh! It was also going to be gay. At least, in terms of the rowdy teen heroine having a female love interest (in the form of a traumatised but deeply powerful girl from an abusive, traditional mage family. She was gonna be full of plants. The heroine was going to throw it all away and go feral to save her in the end, probably punching God in the face to do it. Do you see what I’m doing here? You gotta have the archetypes).

Anyway, while there were some Cool Ideas floating around here, I ultimately shelved and buried this thing. a) it was going to be a SUPER research intensive project, not only in reading up on the myth and history to get the Servants right, but getting my head around the intricacies of Nasuverse worldbuilding not only enough to understand it but enough to mess with it in way that would be satisfying to the reader. These plot bunnies were bouncing around my head when I was in the middle of my Honours year, and heading towards my doctoral studies, so unfortunately, much like real bunnies in Australia, they were deemed an invasive species that would suck up too many of my resources. 

And I was alright with this, because b) I realised that the thing about Fate that makes me want to write fic is its characters, not its world. So staying in the world but taking the characters out felt... well, not like my kind of creative direction. And I would need bucketloads of passion to get me through this thing, because naturally as the story of my very own Grail War it would need to be at least novel-length. And not a thin novel, either...

I thought to myself “If I’m going to do this much worldbuilding and develop this many OCs for a novel-length fic, I may as well be writing my own original fantasy novels”. Which I’m doing! Some ideas that started here have ended up being folded into other, more successful projects. My interest in exploring a trickster god character flowed right into my PhD work, which is largely about trickster god characters; and I’ve nicked and repurposed a few other elements, too, like the idea of a mage family who get their mana from a freaky symbiotic relationship with plants that they grow in their own body. I feel like my angry, take-no-shit, typically Aussie Ordinary Heroine--the girl I placed in Shirou’s archetypal role--will wander into an original project too, since she has a lot of presence and I think would be really fun as a protagonist. 

Anyway--I’m not going to come back to this, but the idea echoes in my brain every now and then, so I figured I’d share it here. What do you all think? If you could devise your own Grail War from the ground up where would you set it and who would you throw in the ring? 

#in honour of Fate/Strange Fake getting that TV special! #going to tag this #coffeefic #so it has a shelf to sit on and I don't lose it

[thecrxwclub]

assigning taylor swift songs to grishaverse characters + ships because i don’t want to do my actual work!! this is about to be long as hell!!

notes: i feel like some of these will be unpopular opinions but here we are + there are two instances where ppl have the same song (long story short and you’re on your own kid) but i just think it applies to both characters really well. and idk why basically all the crows are from midnights, it’s just a soc album i guess.

ALINA STARKOV

– long story short : evermore

"Past me, I wanna tell you not to get lost in these petty things. Your nemeses will defeat themselves before you get the chance to swing…and I fell from the pedestal, right down the rabbit hole. Long story short, it was a bad time. Pushed from the precipice, climbed right back up the cliff. Long story short, I survived. Now I’m all about you, I’m all about you. Long story short, it was a bad time. Long story short, I survived.”

MAL ORETSEV

– this is me trying : folklore

“They told me all of my cages were mental. So I got wasted like all my potential. And my words shoot to kill when I’m mad. I have a lot of regrets about that…I just wanted you to know that this is me trying. At least I’m trying.”

NIKOLAI LANTSOV

– Mastermind : Midnights

"No one wanted to play with me as a little kid. So I’ve been scheming like a criminal ever since. To make them love me and make it seem effortless. This is the first time I’ve felt the need to confess. And I swear I’m only cryptic and Machiavellian ‘cause I care.”

ZOYA NAZYALENSKY

– You’re On Your Own Kid : Midnights

“You’re on your own, kid. You always have been. From sprinkler splashes to fireplace ashes, I gave my blood, sweat, and tears for this. I hosted parties and starved my body. Like I’d be saved by a perfect kiss. The jokes weren’t funny, I took the money, my friends from home don’t know what to say. I looked around in a blood-soaked gown, and I saw something they can’t take away.”

KAZ BREKKER

– Dear Reader : Midnights

"Dear Reader, if it feels like a trap you’re already in one. Dear Reader, get out your map. Pick somewhere and just run. Dear Reader, burn all the files, desert all your past lives. And if you don’t recognize yourself that means you did it right. Never take advice from someone who’s falling apart…Dear Reader, the greatest of luxuries is your secrets. Dear Reader, when you aim at the devil make sure you don’t miss.”

INEJ GHAFA

– Karma : Midnights

“Karma is my boyfriend. Karma is a god, karma is the breeze in my hair on the weekend. Karma’s a relaxing thought, aren’t you envious that for you it’s not? Sweet like honey, karma is a cat, purring in my lap ‘cause it loves me. Flexing like a goddamn acrobat. Me and karma vibe like that.”

NINA ZENIK

– Bejeweled : Midnights

“Sapphire tears on my face, sadness became my whole sky…And you can try to change my mind. But you might have to wait in line. What’s a girl gonna do? A diamond’s gotta shine. Best believe I’m still bejeweled. When I walk in a room, I can still make the whole place shimmer…Diamonds in my eyes. I polish up real, I polish up real nice.”

JESPER FAHEY

– Anti-Hero : Midnights

"I have this thing where I get older but just never wiser. Midnights become my afternoons. When my depression works the graveyard shift all of the people I’ve ghosted stand there in the room…It’s me, hi, I’m the problem, it’s me. At tea time, everybody agrees. I’ll stare directly at the sun but never in the mirror. It must be exhausting always rooting for the anti-hero.”

WYLAN VAN ECK

– You’re On Your Own Kid : Midnights

“Cause there were pages turned with the bridges burned. Everything you lose is a step you take. So make the friendship bracelets, take a moment and taste it, you’ve got no reason to be afraid. You’re on your own, kid. Yeah, you can face this. You’re on your own kid, you always have been.”

MATTHIAS HELVAR

– ivy : evermore

"How’s one to know? I’d live and die for moments that we stole. On begged and borrowed time…oh, goddamn. My pain fits in the palm of your freezing hand taking mine, but it’s been promised to another. Oh, I can’t stop you putting roots in my dreamland. My house of stone, your ivy grows, and now I’m covered in you.”

GENYA SAFIN

– Clean : 1989

“Hung my head as I lost the war, and the sky turned black like a perfect storm. Rain came pouring down. When I was drowning, that’s when I could finally breathe. And by morning, gone was any trace of you, I think I am finally clean.”

DAVID KOSTYK

– Sweet Nothing : Midnights

"On the way home I wrote a poem. You say ‘what a mind’, this happens all the time. ‘Cause they said the end is coming. Everyone’s up to something. I find myself running home to your sweet nothings. Outside, they’re push and shoving. You’re in the kitchen humming. All that you ever wanted from me was nothing.”

THE DARKLING

I Did Something Bad : Reputation

"They’re burning all the witches, even if you aren’t one. They got their pitchforks and proof, their receipts and reasons. They’re burning all the witches, even if you aren’t one. So light me, go ahead and light me up. They say I did something bad. Then why’s it feel so good? They say I did something bad. But why’s it feel so good? Most fun I ever had, and I’d do it over and over and over again if I could. It just felt so good.”

TOLYA YUL-BATAAR

– epiphany : folklore

"Keep your helmet, keep your life, son. Just a flesh wound, here’s your rifle…With you I serve. With you, I fall down. Watch you breathe in, watch you breathing out. Only 20 minutes to sleep, but you dream of some epiphany. Just one single glimpse of relief, to make some sense of what you’ve seen.”

TAMAR KIR-BATAAR

– Only the Young : Featured in “Miss Americana”

“They aren’t gonna help us, too busy helping themselves. They aren’t gonna change this, we gotta do it ourselves. They think that it’s over, but it’s just begun. Only one thing can save us…Don’t say you’re too tired to fight, it’s just a matter of time. Up there’s the finish line. Only the young can run.”

HANNE BRUM

– long story short : evermore

“Fatefully, I tried to pick my battles ‘til the battle picked me. Misery. Like the war of words I shouted in my sleep. And you passed right by, I was in the alley, surrounded on all sides. The knife cuts both ways. If the shoe fits, walk in it ‘til your high heels break.”

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KANEJ

– Renegade : How Long Do You Think It’s Gonna Last?

“Are you really gonna talk about timing in times like these? And let all your damage damage me? And carry your baggage up my street and make me your future history? It’s time, you’ve come a long way. Open the blinds, let me see your face. You wouldn’t be the first renegade to need somebody. Is it insensitive for me to say ‘get your shit together so I can love you’?"

HELNIK

– Long Live : Speak Now

“Long, long live the walls we crashed through. All the kingdom lights shine, just for me and you. I was screaming, long live all the magic we made, and being on all the pretenders, I’m not afraid. Singing long live all the mountains we moved, I had the time of my life fighting dragons with you. And long, long live that look on your face. And bring on all the pretenders. One day, we will be remembered.”

WESPER

– Paper Rings : Lover

“Kiss me once ‘cause you know I had a long night. Kiss me twice ‘cause it’s gonna be alright. Three times ‘cause I’ve waited my whole life. I like shiny things, but I’d marry you with paper rings. Darling, you’re the one I want, and I hate accidents, except when we went from friends to this.”

ZOYALAI

– The Great War : Midnights

"And we will never go back to that bloodshed, crimson clover. The worst was over. My hand was the one you reached for all throughout the Great War. Always remember we’re burned for better, I vowed I would always be yours. ‘Cause we survived the Great War.”

MALINA

– invisible string : folklore

“Time, curious time. Gave me no compasses, gave me no signs. Were there clues I didn’t see? And isn’t it just so pretty to think all along there was some invisible string tying you to me?”

DARKLINA

– Dear John : Speak Now

“You are an expert at sorry and keeping lines blurry. Never impressed by me acing your tests. All the girls that you’ve run dry have tired, lifeless eyes ‘cause you burned them out. But I took your matches before fire could catch me, so don’t look now.”

DANYA

— Last Kiss : Speak Now

“But now I'll go sit on the floor wearing your clothes. All that I know is I don’t know how to be something you miss. I never thought we’d have a last kiss. Never imagined we’d end like this. Your name, forever the name on my lips.”

TAMADIA

— Lover : Lover

“My heart’s been borrowed, and yours has been blue. All’s well that ends well to end up with you…Can I go where you go? Can we always be this close, forever and ever? And I, take me out, and take me home. You’re my, my, my, my lover.”

HANNINA

— Daylight : Lover

“I’ll tell you the truth, but never goodbye. I don’t want to look at anything else now that I saw you. And I don’t want to think of anything else now that I thought of you. I’ve been sleeping so long in a 20-year dark night, but now I see daylight. I only see daylight.”

#grishaverse #shadow and bone #six of crows #seige and storm #ruin and rising #crooked kingdom #king of scars #rule of wolves #the grishaverse #taylor swift #alina starkov #mal oretsev #the darkling #genya safin #david kostyk #zoya nazyalensky #nikolai lantsov #tamar kir bataar #tolya yul bataar #hanne brum #malina #darklina #zoyalai #kaz brekker #inej ghafa #jesper fahey #wylan van eck #nina zenik #matthias helvar #kanej

[thedarkheretic156]

VI_Eternal Flame_VI

PARTS ❧ Mortals ❧ Death ❧ Sing ❧ Hunt ❧ Loss ❧Home

warnings: none.

The old folklore of the east whispers of a terrible power. Wielded by a lone demigod, fated to walk through the eras the dark fires of hell dancing on her fingers. With no regard for human life, she was fated to be feared and worshipped. But fate is a bitch. Now cursed to be stripped of her powers and doomed to mortality she finds herself in the care of a sworn rival. The great Daiyoki of the west.

❧ ❧ ❧ ❧ ❧ ❧

❧ Home

Kagura's face twisted in a daunting smile, the beautiful fan fluttered, the wind rose and I pushed Rin out of the way.

The child wailed as the entire impact of the vortex slammed into me. I was thrown backwards,

Pulling tuffs of soft earth as i tried to dig my nails into the ground.

Fuck fuck fuck.

I pulled myself back on my feet, heart hammering. I looked up in time to see Kagura’s sneer deepen.  She sent another wave of wind towards me and it scaled, scaled the trees around me. I rolled away in the nick of time, getting away with only a cut on my cheek. On the brighter side she seemed to focus all her energy on me, forgetting Rin. I only hoped the child had the brains to start running.

She flicked her wrist and the fan gleamed morbidly; the impact hit me right in my stomach. I gagged as I was thrown backwards, painfully hard into a tree stump. I blinked stars out of my eyes as I braced myself for what could be the next blow, but something beat her to it. In retrospect, I would have preferred that wind lady over whatever the fuck happened next anytime.

There was a sudden shift in the sky, a cunning entity entirely hidden, now finally revealing itself.

Within moments, the world around me went black. And no, I did not pass out. It was as if I had been pulled inside the mouth of an ancient Deitya Beast. And I would know, because once I was stuck in there for a week- I forced my mind to focus. It wasn’t just some miasma clouding my sight. I was no longer in the forest.

The dark miasma flooded over my senses like a rolling tide. I jerked back, tripping over the hem of my kimono. My ears popped as I crouched lower, covering my ears. I had never felt energy like this, something so vile yet so all encompassing. Like I was facing a churning ocean in all her rage. I forced my eyes open, choking and gasping through the thick poison.

I had to see what abomination of nature held power like that.

“How curious.” The voice said, and my human blood ran cold. The voice had a strange hum, as velvety as a shroud. It came at me from all directions, I spun my head around, what the hell?

“Show yourself coward!” I screamed out.

The reply was a laugh from the pits of hell. Ancient, yet incomplete, a monster that hadn’t stepped into his power yet. I gritted my teeth, the miasma sending pain shooting through my body. I knew I wouldn’t be able to keep up with it much longer.

“But I am right here.”

I froze. The thing sat crouched beside me, warm breath tickling the shell of my ear as he whispered. Panic rose in my chest, how the fuck had I not noticed? He hummed curiously, long fingers brushing against the small of my back. This little fuck-

But I couldn’t move. Not one bit. I opened my mouth, but only an estranged yelp came out. Finally, I felt the things that were holding me down. Long dwindling legs, sprawled along my body, like crawling black legs of a spider. Bile rose up by throat.

“Don’t struggle now demigod, in this body you can’t fight me.”

Demigod. My blood chilled as one of the legs wrapped around my throat tapping my cheek playfully.

“You see, I’m not as dense as the mutt.” He said lovingly, “Even in your human body… I can feel your hell fire.” He breathed out. The spider legs tightened around me, pulling me in an embrace, “I can free you.”

Liar.

My rage bubbled inside me. I will kill him; I will kill him slowly.

“Join me and I can return you to your former glory.” His hands slid up my torso, “Power like the one you hold, is rare, you would hold great power in my ranks.” 

I felt sick, I could hardly hear his words over the feeling of his crawling limbs across my body. His hand stopped on my chest, palm pressing against my hammering heart. “Submit to me child of hellfire.” For a heartbeat he paused. Panic like I had never felt before rang in my ears. “It was nice meeting you Y/n.”

His talons dug into my chest. The pain nearly blinded me, as his fingers continued to dig deeper charring through my skin. I tried to fight my very being to gain some sort of control, but I couldn’t fight back. He was just too powerful. He was about to carve me out. Blood gurgled as I spluttered out, I couldn’t do anything.

I closed my eyes in absolute defeat, scouring down within myself trying to grapple on to any shred of power I could conjure. But I couldn’t. There was nothing. Tears streamed down my face as a final broken sob tore out of my throat.

Empty, empty and empty. What a horrible end to a sad story. For the first time since I lost my powers, I stopped fighting.

And the magic exploded.

It wasn’t mine. It couldn’t have been. It was bright, blistering, like I had looked directly at the run. The beam shot through me, pulling a wall of pure sacred power between me and the thing. I was pushed forward, I stumbled on hard ground, falling face first into sand.

Naraku was taken aback by the pain, the light that threw him back was sacred magic, pure yet unyielding. It was impossible for the demigod to hold any magic energy in her human form. It sizzled through his limbs, he retracted them at once, more surprised than hurt. What in the world?

I was… I was smoking, curls of steam rising off my body. There was no way that was my fire, it was something else entirely. Before me Naraku’s eyes narrowed. For the first time I saw the thing that was holding me down. The dark hair, the sharp face and the crimson eyes. The miasma around us flickered again.

This time I actually saw it. A pure ray of white-hot light shooting across between us, putting enough space for me to scurry away as far as I could manage. My body still felt painfully heavy, I tripped over myself again, heels skidding on the soft muck underneath me. The darkness around me thinned and I fell with a sad thud.

“TESSAIGA!”

The attack cut through the wind, slicing through the remaining miasma. Just as quickly as it had appeared, the spider’s miasma disappeared. My chest heaved as I gulped down clear air again. As my eyes adjusted I realized I wasn't in the darkness anymore.

,"Are you alright?" A voice asked as a figure ran towards me helping me to my feet. I groaned in response, my head still ringing, my skin stung where the spider had wrapped it's talons. But the pain on my chest was unbearable. I tried to look at the young man holding me up by my arm, but more splintering pain erupted across my body. I collapsed on the ground again. Eyesight blurring.

"She's bleeding, be careful Miroku." A woman's voice said sharply. The girl set down her bow, as she crouched down beside me, the pain dulled and I tried to focus on her features.

"I'm fine." I mumbled out, pulling my arm free of the man's grip.

"Easy there love, that was a nasty miasma you were caught up in." The man said. I tried to stand up but my legs gave in, I groaned in defeat as the bow girl eased me on the ground.

“Her chest- God, Sango, hand me my bag now.”

“So it was Naraku.” The man said.

Naraku?

“I’d know his rotten scent anywhere.” The boy grumbled. He scratched the back of his head. I tried to look at him, white hair, amber eyes… were those ears on the top of his head?

“we’ll have to clean her wound right away Kagome.” Another voice said, “otherwise the poison from the miasma will infect it beyond help.”

The voices sounded underwater.

Don’t fight the fatigue Y/n.

For once I complied and closed my eyes.

❧ ❧ ❧ ❧ ❧ ❧ ❧

I jerked awake and someone beside me jumped violently.

“Seven hells!”

I had just snapped out of the most peaceful sleep I had gotten in days. I looked around a little bewildered and the girl sat up by my side at once.

“Its okay we won’t hurt you!” The young girl said, putting her hands up in assurance. I stared at her wide brown eyes, wasn’t she the one who bandaged me up? my heart twinged at the thought. Her aura, it reminded me of Wei.

“Try sitting up.” The older woman said gently. I shifted, sitting up. I was expecting blinding pain, but it never came. I was fine. I blinked up at her in surprise and the woman grinned, “Looks like your herbs worked Kagome! You’re getting really good at this.”

The upper part of my kimono was bloody and ripped. The top half fell open as I sat up, showing my chest wrapped securely in bandages. The guy in the monk style clothes pinned his eyes on my breasts and the other woman kicked him hard.

“You’ll be fine now,” she said softly. I could feel the bitter taste of herbs in my mouth. They must have fed me something too. Even after the awful encounter, my body felt well rested. The unbearable pain replaced with a dull throb. 

Why daughter of the hills, you keep getting lucky.

I put a hand on the bandages, feeling the soft thump of my petrified yet working heart. I had somehow survived.

“Thankyou.” I told her. More sincerely than I had ever talked to a human. “I owe you my life.”

The girl with the bow blushed, “It’s quite alright. Not a big deal.”

I stared at the quizzical faces before me,

“I know you must have questions,” I started.

The monk dude winked. “We could start with your name~”

“Wei.” I told them, ignoring him.

Lying to the ones who showed you such kindness. You really are a wicked thing.

“And what job does that Naraku have with a lady?” Miroku sang, he slipped his fingers through mine, gazing at me intently, “Tell me little dove, where did you come from?”

“I’m from…” my voice trailed off, I couldn’t risk telling them the truth, “I’m not from here.” I said.

The girl who did my bandages gave me a half smile, “It’s okay, I’m kinda far from home too.”

“My name is Kagome, that’s Sango, Miroku but you can ignore him and that-“ she pointed to the boy I had scared earlier, “Inuyasha! Why are you sulking all the way over there?” she snapped at him.

I scratched my neck. Inuyasha? Why does that name sound familiar now. The half demon looked at me skeptically, “She smells weird, its almost like… urgh forget it.” He said looking away.

“You’re being rude!” Kagome yelled back him. These two seemed to get along.

“Wei,” The other girl with pink makeup… Sango, asked. She sat down beside me, setting her huge weapon aside. “What did Naraku want from you?”

“I don’t know.” I said bitterly, “I don’t even know who he was, I had literally never even heard of him before.” I closed my eyes, head still throbbing.

"I was someplace else before - and then i was in that purple slushy thing- and now I'm… here." I explained. I looked around my surroundings for the first time. From the auburn sky I could tell it was already late evening.

We stood on a levelled hill top. The mountain range was huge, surrounding us in a circle. Against the evening sky they looked like deformed hunchbacks. There wasn’t any greenery on the mountains, just dark, unfertile sand. Everything about this place filled me with a sense of dread.

“Where is this place?” I asked, my voice hollow.

Sango handed me an apple. “The locals just call it Kuroi Yama, the black mountain.”

“It doesn’t have much human settlement, other than a few villages and a bunch of skeletal birds.” Miroku said, he gave me a cheeky smile, “The monks always had morbid stories of this place.”

“We were demon hunting in a nearby village.” Kagome explained. She turned to inuyasha scowling, “When this idiot just ran off mid fight because he smelled ‘something familiar.’”

Inuyasha rolled his eyes, he snapped back at her, but my mind was too busy elsewhere.

I knew the place;

The black sand hills, the same place my great- grandfather burnt down the entire enemy fleet, charring the sands of the mountain a forever ashen grey. Such a strange coincidence, I thought. My clan rarely crossed the eastern sea. We didn’t have any history in the western lands. Nothing except maybe just this one place. I picked up a fistful of the dark sand, letting it fall through my fingers. And the spider had dragged me back here of all places.

How strange.

“Let’s set up camp here for the night.” Sango said. She looked up at the sky as some skeletal birds squawked distantly. “We have had enough of an adventure for the night.”

❧ ❧ ❧ ❧ ❧ ❧ ❧

I curled up against the dried-up tree bark, the evening shadow of its branches eerily similar to the spider’s. Sango had kindly lent me one of her spare clothes. I had just pulled it over my previous kimono like a blanket.

I watched the campfire before me crackle. Behind me Inuyasha’s eyes were pinned on the horizon, as if he was making sense of something beyond him. I continued to stare at the flames, holding back every instinct to just put my fingers through it.

Fire is not your friend anymore Demigod. Play with it and it will sear through you.

“Careful not to burn yourself.”

I looked up. “Oh, Kagome.” I said as the young girl sat down beside me.

She brushed her dark hair over her shoulder, “How are you doing?”

I shuddered, “I… don’t know.” And I truly didn’t.

In my head I counted the remaining nights. 4 more moons. I was foolish to think I would die before the prophecy. The crone would not grant me that mercy, while I was fated to die, I had to die on her terms not the spider’s.

Kagome seemed to consider my answer.

“If Naraku was targeting you that means something.” Kagome said.

I pressed the fear down. Naraku had come after me because he knew I was the demigod. But why would he want me dead? It wasn’t that the FireLords didn’t have any enemies. Half of east would rejoice my death, but what did this spider want?

Inuyasha nodded as he walked over, “He doesn’t just go after small fry. He has minions to do that, the wind lady and that short white-haired kid an-

“The point is,” Kagome cut him off, “Even if you don’t know why, if Naraku wants you dead he will see it through. He’s dangerous.”

She pursed her lips, “Wei, we can’t help you, if you can’t tell us who you are.”

I closed my eyes considering my options. I had no fucking idea where I was. I had no fucking idea if Sesshomaru could even find me here. Or if he wanted to. For now, this odd group had shown me kindness, but I wondered how long that would last. If I told them my real identity, they for sure would forsake me. Who needs a cursed demigod doomed to meet death? But I couldn’t keep lying to them either.

“I’m from the east.” I said finally.

Inuyasha’s eyes widened, “Really?” he asked, “Never met anyone from there before.”

“Yeah.” I replied, “My father… he is related to the firelords of the East.”

“Although human!” I added quickly, “We’re both human, I mean.”

“As for how I got here is-“ I sighed morbidly, “It’s a long treacherous story I won’t bore you with. But right now, I can’t go home. Not like this. So I’m pretty much stuck in the west.”

Kagome put a hand on my shoulder, “What about your mother?”

I opened and closed my mouth.

“I never knew her.” I replied, no longer lying. I hugged my knees to my chest, no one had really asked me about her before. “I have no memories of her.”

Something like sympathy settled in Inuyasha’s eyes, he kicked a small pebble out of his way, “Parents are overrated anyways.” He grumbled out. “You just stick with us.”

I blinked at him, “What?”

There was a ferocity in his amber eyes, I knew in a different situation we would get along well. “Naraku is sure to come after you again, thankfully for you we’re already on his hitlist. What’s one more?”

Something like warmth tickled my insides. “I couldn’t bear to be a burden.”

Kagome’s eyes flickered, “You wouldn’t be.” She told me. “And yes, Inuyasha is right, most of us here don’t have the nicest idea of home, I think you’ll fit in.”

I couldn’t help but peek a smile. “Okay.” But my heart still weighed down. I couldn’t put the picture of Rin’s tear-soaked face as I had pushed her away, screaming at her to run. Maybe it was better for the child to think I was dead. The sinking feeling deepened. What if she didn’t make it back? What if Kagura caught up with her after the spider took me? What if-

Urgh, what was the matter with me? The situation I was in with Sesshomaru was temporary, neither of us wanted to be in it. The human child was bound to die in a couple of centuries any ways. Why should it matter to me so much? It shouldn’t, but it did.

I didn’t want to admit to myself but I was hoping to go back to Rin, quietly hoping that I somehow find my way back. How embarrassing.

I pushed that thought away, “Inuyasha you said that Naraku was after you too, why is that?”

Inuyasha shrugged, “It’s another long story, and it involves far too much fighting… even for me.”

Kagome rolled her eyes, “Do you know anything about the shikon jewel?” she asked me.

I dug into the apple, “you mean the pearl thing that can grant a yokai God like power?”

Inuyasha and Kagome exchanged a glance. “Naraku is hell bent on collecting all of its pieces. If he attacked you, there must be something that connects you to it.”

I stared at Kagome, “You mean to tell me the jewel is real?”

She shook her head, “Unfortunately.”

A heavy silence fell over. I had only ever heard of the jewel in casual talk. Something voyagers and guests from the east would chat about. For me it was an old wives’ tale. What could it possibly have to do with me.

“If what I heard about the jewel is correct… if that spider dude-

“Naraku” inuyasha corrected me under his breath.

“Well, if he gets his hands on it, he’ll-“ I gulped down the thought. The memory of his miasma choking me. It sent violent chills down my spine. He was already too powerful, with the jewel, I doubted if even I with my hellfire could defeat him.

“Which is why we can’t let it happen.” Inuyasha stated. I blinked at the young man before me. Now why did he looks so familiar?

“Dinner’s ready!” Sango’s voice called, the woman appeared with Miroku, each carrying a delicious smelling bowl.

“Here’s yours, Wei” She said, setting one in my hands, “Don’t be shy.”

I stared as the small fire demon ran to me and curled in my lap. Well. As with Ah-Un, fire demons really could sense that I was something more.

“Kirara!” Sango, exclaimed, “He doesn’t usually do that.”

I watched as the group huddled together by the fire. Sango chatted to Miroku animatedly just as Kagome said something and everyone laughed. Kirara purred in my lap. I realized this might be the closest I would be to home. I looked up at the sky sending a thought to the companions i had until now.

❧ ❧ ❧ ❧ ❧ ❧ ❧

Sesshomaru stared at what had become of the forest. Her sword in his hand trembled with rage. The miasma still hung in the air, charred remains of the portal had seared itself into the nearby trees. What in the actual fuck had happened here.

His lips twisted in a scowl as he noticed the blue scrap of her kimono stuck on one of the tree's charred remains. The sword in his hand grew white-hot. Humming with life like a heart outside of its body. With all of his being Sesshomaru just wanted to leave it at that. Throw away the sword and forget about this strange human here and now. He had let her overstay and Rin had gotten too attached.

But something pricked at his soul. The razor sharp grin, the sheer audacity of that wiry mountain girl before him. Like him being a daiyokai didn't faze her one bit. The first time he had seen her, she was half-dead, caked in yokai entrails, but Sesshomaru swore he saw violet-blue hellfire flash in her eyes. How does a human bring anger like that?

He felt himself bare his fangs as he whiffed out the sent of her blood. Human as she may have been she was still under his protection. He was about to tear through the heavens themselves if it meant getting her back.

His eyes shifted to the Yokai sword in his hands, "Lead me to her." he growled out, the ancient markings on the sheath gleamed, blazing so hot smoke curled off of them.

The Daiyokai took that as a yes and kicked off into the sky.

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Ay loves thankyou for reading!

#sesshomaru x reader #reader x sesshomaru #anti sessrin #inuyasha fanfiction #sesshomaru

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The Secret World of Borrowing (sneak peek)

A/N: I actually started writing this but it’s devolved into Azriel x borrower!reader and they just go back and forth with Az intentionally doing things to piss her off and reader falling for it every time because she has an ugly temper but he finds it adorable amusing

Also this is going up on the 30th and hopefully part 2 will be ready for October? I feel the second chapter will be kind of targeting a niche interest (size kink but relating more to macrophilia) so I’m a little nervous about it?

‘ He chuckles again, seemingly enjoying getting under your skin. “You Big Ones are all the same,” you hiss. “You’re rude, disgusting, and have no concept of manners.” He blinks as you blow off some steam, going on a rant that matches your size. “Big Ones?” He asks, “is that your name for my kind?” You nod in response, a stern dip of your chin. “So are you a Little One, then?” He asks, mildly pleased when your lip curls back from your teeth. How can something so small carry so much anger in her little body? He’s surprised you can fit it all in. “Don’t call me that,” you snap, plumes of smoke practically shooting from your little ears, “it is rude.” ’

‘ “You might be a goblin,” he says, amusement dancing in his hazel eyes. “They’re old wives tales. Folklore; nothing more,” you snap indignantly, tapping a tiny, impatient foot on the wood. “I don’t know what they look like,” he reasons.

You scowl at him, “they’re ugly little things.” He smiles a little, a single dimple appearing beside the edge of his mouth, “they could be lovely, little things with ugly tempers.” You snarl at the taunt, practically vibrating with anger. ’

#Azriel #Azriel x borrower!reader #The Secret World of Borrowing

[missmeinyourbones]

hood over your head, keep your eyes down ｡･:*:･ﾟ☆

yuuji itadori x reader | wc: 0.9k+ | L’s FOLKLORE event

“Careful, don’t let anybody see you, alright?” 

Your boyfriend’s grin grows three times in size at your warning, and you instinctually brace for the impact of what’s coming next. 

“Awww, baby, are you really that embarrassed of me?”

Yuuji’s tease goes straight through your head, in one ear and out the other. He always knows just which of your buttons to press when it comes to agitating you. 

You shoot him a glare that’s meant to be serious, intimidating, but both of you know he doesn't see it that way. He finds it cute, the way your nose slightly twitches with a loving agitation. 

“I’m serious, Yuuji,” you stomp your foot down a bit childishly. 

He stiffens at the use of his first name, a label he doesn’t usually receive from you unless in front of your friends. 

With all of the sneaking around behind closed doors the two of you have been doing, he’s become far more accustomed to the sweet nicknames you’ve settled for. 

Your anxiety gets the best of you at times like this, which Yuuji has learned to mean leaves no room for luxuries like babe or my love. Not when your secret is on the line, not when anyone could give Yuuji’s dilated pupils and your tousled hair a once over and put two and two together. 

Your nagging (he thinks, lovingly) continues, “Hood on, head down, and make a beeline to your own room. No detours or elevator conversations or stopping for—”

He cuts your ramble off by pressing a sweet kiss to your lips. 

“I hear ya, boss,” he melts into your mouth and you can practically taste his smug grin as he confirms, “no funny business.”

When the dizzy high of his lips on yours eventually wears off, you hesitantly pull away from him. Another glare that isn't all that threatening is sent his way, before stepping back and getting a good look at him. 

He looks so foolish, it’d be comedic if there wasn't so much on the line. With a black hoodie covering his broad frame and his hood tightly knotted at strings by his neck, he looks like a spy on a top-secret mission. You guess he is, in a silly kind of way—the thought of him sneaking out of your room and around the barren hallways of the Jujutsu High dormitories has you biting back a smirk. 

“Hey,” Yuuji’s voice brings you back to reality as he shrugs his shoulders casually, “I don’t care if they find out, you know.” 

You know what he’s referring to, without needing any elaboration—your friends finding out about your new and flourishing relationship with him. Though the idea of you two as a couple is not necessarily unexpected, it’s different. It could throw an entire wrench in your group’s dynamic, and selfishly, you don’t want the risk of ruining something so good. 

“They’re gonna be relentless,” you whine, internally cringing at the thought of Nobara and Megumi’s reactions to the news, “and it might change things, y’know, with the group or whatever.” 

Your voice falters at the latter—it makes you sound small, far smaller than Yuuji knows (and loves) you to be. 

He brings his thumb up to your cheek and lets it dance along your blushing skin, “Nah, I don’t think it will.” His smirk spreads into a toothy grin, “Plus, I can deal with a bit of teasing. I’ve got thick skin.” 

Your lover chuckles at your immediate groan, “You’ve got a thick skull, more like.”

He buries his face in the crook of your neck, leaving a few tiny and warm nibbles on your jaw bone. “Oh, I love when you talk dirty to me,” he mewls with a grin.

The two of you cling to one another for a few more moments, just a little bit longer. You hate the voice in the back of your mind that whispers, but this is fun, right?! Stealing moments away to be one another, just for a quick exchange of love through giggles. It feels dangerous, exciting, obsessively troublesome. 

Yuuji pulls away first, but he lets a warm palm linger on your waist. 

The seriousness in his tone forces you to find his gaze when he whispers, “But seriously, think about it, alright?”

His big brown eyes grow even larger as he admires you, practically seeing stars as he proudly wears a dopey lovesick grin on his face. His expression allures a genuine reaction from you. 

“Okay,” you laugh, “I’ll think about it.”

Yuuji excitedly thrashes his fist in the air at his victory, before he hears your bubbly giggles at his lame reaction. If that’s what making a fool of himself results in, then Yuuji wishes to be a jester in your royal court for eternity. 

“Good,” he exhales, “I’ll see you later then, pretty.”

The moment is sweet in the timid air, but short-lived, as Nobara bursts through your door uninvited. She holds a coffee in hand and wears a scowl on her face as she abruptly barges in.

“Oh my god, you’re never going to believe what I just—Itadori? What the hell are you doing here?” her eyes quickly rake over his appearance with judgement, “And why do you look like that?”

As if on cue, her eyes jump from you, to Yuuji, back to you, and down to where your boyfriend’s hand gently holds your side with a firm grip. You can practically see the gears turning in her head as she quickly pieces the puzzle in front of her together. 

“Oh my god, no fucking way. Fushiguro totally owes me ten bucks.” 

#yuuji itadori #itadori yuuji #yuuji x reader #itadori x reader #yuuji drabble #itadori drabble #yuuji fluff #itadori fluff #yuuji fic #itadori fic #L's FOLKLORE event!

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Small Update!

🍷: It’s been a while~ Which that means life update, aka what’s happened in the past week- Couple of days ago some human girl asked me if I was a sugar daddy, will not lie that gave me an ego boost. The cafe has been running pretty well, got a couple new customers the last couple days. Oh! Eros set me up for 3 different photoshoots, I know why that bastard gave me the spots- But I guess I’ll enjoy it, have one picture from the first shoot all I’m showing for now~ And today we’re rocking an all black look, I feel like the belt might be too much though. It’s slightly…restricting~

🫐: I can’t believe Cupid actually roped me into doing this- I feel like i embarrassed myself in front of a bunch of people

💘: No way! Did you not hear all of them cheering you on. Please- I’ve heard you sing so many times, I couldn’t let your talent go to waste.

🫐: I have no talent 😐 *fixing his hair with his phone camera* I also think the makeup was a bit too much

💘: Never, you’ve worn glittery makeup then this! I think you’re just saying that cause I did it *pouts*

❣️: Guess who has days off!~ *does a little happy dance* I definitely did not set Di up for those photoshoot days so I could have a day off and not have to model pink clothes again. *innocent smile* I finally get days off! Thank Olympus, jeez- *puts a cigarette in his mouth and lights it* Now the plans for today are finish packing, get a hair cut and redye and then set up a driver to take me to the airport. *blows a puff of smoke out* I’m going to Milan.~

⭐️: I’M BACK! It feels like forever since I posted something- I’m hoping to post a bit more often and doing dash too! I hope- They’ll be angst soon so look out for that in a couple days~

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