#sally moreau
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Ahem.. Christmas smut with a hot shark lady, anyone? 👀 Wrote this as a Christmas gift for my dearest @demonofpuns ❤️Pirate Captain Sal AU with about 3.5k words of almost pure smut 😂I do hope some of you will enjoy! 😌
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Your heart was beating harder than it ever had. So hard you could feel it in your throat - thumping there loudly. Beating with anticipation, with excitement. The pink flush across your cheeks growing even deeper as you tied the final knot around Sal’s wrist and leaned back to look at her.
Merry Christmas to me.
She was gorgeous.
Stunning. A nautical masterpiece literally at your mercy.
Well, sort of. You knew she could easily break her restraints if she really wanted to. But she had requested this as her gift - asked it of you - given you her trust as a Captain and you her first mate. And you weren't going to let her down.
Not that you had any desire to anyways. While, yes, you were predominantly a bottom - a brat, as it was - the chance to have Sal in such a position, under you, was one you couldn't imagine ever saying no to. Especially with how hard she already was. With how absolutely divine she looked. Her arms bound carefully above her head with the chiseled landscape of her laid out before you.
Why, it was enough to make you wet.
And it did.
Already soaked straight through your panties that you still wore when you sauntered back over to stand in front of her, teasingly.
“Aye.. enjoyin’ tha view?”
You smirked.
“Mhm.. very much.”
Sal chuckled, the muscles in her abdomen flexing ever so slightly as she did.
Gods, she was so fucking hot.
And the soft black rope you'd used to restrain her wrists looked absolutely stunning against the grayscape of her skin. Skin that was speckled beautifully with a pink hue that was only growing deeper by the second.
“You're fucking gorgeous, Sal.”
Her cheeks warmed brilliantly at the abrupt compliment - face encased softly in a curtain of inky black hair.
“Oi, hush.”
“Hm.. no, I don't think I will. And there's absolutely nothing you can do about it, is there?” You teased, leaning down.
Sal only shook her head, chuckling.
“That's right. So, be a good girl.. Captain.. and take it.”
Your smirk only growing wider at the look she gave you. Shark-li teeth pressing into the top part of her bottom lip and a subtle twitch to her cock.
Fuck, it was beautiful - the effect being praised had on her. There were few things in life hotter than a rough and tumble Pirate Captain who melted at being called ‘good’. And then when you added Sal herself into that mix.. well, the effects were.. intoxicating.. to say the least.
“Yer not playin’ fair, luv.”
‘I don't recall ever saying I would.”
“Cud make yer swab tha deck fer this, yer know?”
You shrugged, smirking. “Worth it.”
You moved a little closer and her cock twitched again, betraying the level of her neediness. The flush that started at her pointed ears and made its way deliciously down the length of her - painting her body in a deep crimson - grew a little darker. Still, you kept your panties intact as you straddled her hips.
Not yet, Captain.
Though you couldn't help the tiny whimper that fell when your clit pressed down firmly against her womanhood through the thin, soaked fabric. And then again when you ground down onto it. Fuck, she was hard.. so, so hard-
You took a deep breath to regain your focus.
You had a plan.
Worship first. Make her as needy as absolutely possible while indulging every inch of her. Worship her like the sea goddess that she was.
Then you could indulge her.
So, needless to say, you paid her no mind when she whimpered in turn wanting more, her cock already pulsing with need beneath you. Instead you leaned in, lowering the top part of your body slowly onto hers before allowing the weight of you to add even more pressure between the space that you straddled.
“Luv..”
“Shhhh..”
You placed your lips against the pulse point on Sal’s neck and felt her swallow. Your tongue sucking over it only for a moment before a kiss quickly took its place. Soon those kisses were peppering their way down the side of it only to stop just short of her collar bone. Every inch of her was toned - taut - ready for you. Even more so when she pulled on her restraints in want, forcing a creak from the old wooden headboard they were bound to.
Another swirl of your tongue at the crook of her neck before your lips continued their journey down the landscape of her. Stopping every so often to bite or nibble - lick or suck. Loving the small sounds that every small act pulled from her - especially when the warmth of your mouth found her nipple and quickly enveloped it. A smooth roll of your hips added in and she was moaning almost breathlessly in your ear.
“L-luv-”
“Let me take care of you, Sal.”
Your words were murmured - muffled - pushing air across her already erect nipples and making them even harder.
But you didn't stop there. Sucking over them eagerly as you rolled your hips again - this time forcing a hard pull against the soft black rope. Her cock throbbing hard against your clit, begging for release and coating your panties in her own desire. Gods, it was delicious. How needy you had her, how gorgeous she looked dressed in nothing but her want for you. It was intoxicating - like a drug, a supreme high - charging your body with an almost raw current.
Another roll of your hips.. your teeth grazing over her nipples before bringing your lips to her sternum and continuing your journey. Her toned abs twitching under your soft kisses, under your warm tongue that occasionally sucked over them.
“You're fucking divine, Sal. You know that?”
Your gaze looked up at her just in time to catch her blush grow even deeper.
“H-hush.”
“Make me.”
You smirked before kissing around her happy trail, rolling your hips once again.
And that's when you heard it.
Cutting through the quiet winter night like a strike of lightning. Like a storm across the sea.
A satisfying rip as Sal broke free from her restraints - a look of utterly feral need blazing within her eyes.
Fuck. You were done for.
Before you could even make any sort of move, make any sort of objection, Sal had you on all fours - fingers coming to the hem of your panties just prior to swiftly tearing them from your body.
For a moment, though, everything stopped - complete silence from the Pirate Captain until a boisterous laugh spilled out from her. You’d almost completely forgotten about the new toy you’d adorned yourself with earlier and shook your ass teasingly, allowing the small fish tail on the end of your buttplug to waggle.
“Heh.. an’ here I though’ I'd nevah find meself a mermaid.”
“A ‘merperson’, you mean.” You corrected her, tongue sticking out slightly.
She nodded. “Even bettah.”
Sal gave you a single, firm smack against your ass and then lined the tip of her womanhood up against your entrance. One hand between your shoulder blades, holding your body down with your hands - while the other guided the width of her into you. Both of you practically dripping as she slowly began to slide herself into your core, the immediate stretch making you moan.
“Heh.. now who's needy?”
Sal chuckled - maybe at the table’s being turned, or the fish tail that still sat perfectly in your ass - either way, it only lasted for a breath before she thrusted herself back into you, forcing the toy in your ass just far enough in to make it feel good.
“F-fuck.”
She'd only just started and you could already feel your need dripping down your inner thighs, worked up from just the simple act of worshiping her. And how could you not be? Truly? You knew the view Sal had just given you was not one that many had gotten to experience - if any - and it was more than a treat to have her trust in such a way. A fact itself would usually have you practically dripping.
Let alone this.
Let alone having had her perfect body beneath you for as long as you did - knowing that she trusted you to take care of it. Take care of her. Like no one else ever had.
You remembered how she hesitated when she came to visit you last week in the kitchens. A slight flush to her cheeks as she played idly with the hem of her shirt. You'd never seen that of her prior - being so vulnerable, yet so open about what she wanted. She’d barely had the chance to finish asking you before you'd let out an exuberant “Fuckin’ right I can-!” Her chuckle in response and the way she nervously rubbed the back of her neck - as if there was even a slight chance that you'd say no - had warmed your heart in a way that you had never expected.
It was beautiful.
This - her - was beautiful. So incredibly stunning.
But now she had exactly where she wanted you. With your face pressed down into her mattress and your mind filled with bliss. Your core clenching around the width of her as she teased you - denied you.
“Aye.. now yer gonna stay an’ warm tha’ fer me. Fer as long as I want yer to.”
Her breath was hot against your ear as you whimpered.
“Mmph- .. yes, Captain.”
Another smack to your backside and all you could do was moan, the act causing both her cock and the toy inside your ass to move oh so pleasurably inside you. Making you want more.. forcing you to squirm against the iron grip that she had you in.
“I sed stay.” She growled.
This time there was venom to the Captain’s words. You'd had your turn at riling her up, and now it was hers. And just like you had said to her, you were going to stay there - and take it.
You whimpered pathetically in response - legs trembling, core aching, the width of her throbbing deep inside you. You knew she wanted you just as badly - that the famed pirate wouldn’t be able to hold out forever - but for now Sal’s reserve continued to outwin her need. Even when you did your best to force your hips back into her - an act that you were certain would likely be in vain - but with your level of need and the brattiness that dusted it, your brain was fogged over to the point where you no longer cared.
“Please, Sal! Please.” You whined, you begged. Tears building at the corners of your eyes and your body coated in a deep flush.
A single thrust, that's all you got. Just enough to pool more juices to your core and make you cry out.
“Fuck-” You whined, your legs trembling even harder. “Fucking please.”
Honestly, you were a little impressed at how well she was still able to hold back. You could feel how hard she was by this point. How profoundly her cock throbbed inside you. Her once steady breaths growing more hitched by the second. Another single thrust only this time she moaned, body shuddering above you as she slammed the full length of herself into your core.
A silent cry into the night followed by an easy exhale as you felt her hold on you finally loosen, your arms dropping to your sides once both of Sal’s hands came to your hips - her stance shifting slightly behind you.
And just like that, the Pirate Captain’s reserve faltered.
The only sounds to be heard next were the delicious sounds of flesh against flesh. Of heated desire against firm skin as your juices coated Sal’s lower abs with each eager thrust.
“Mmph.. y-yes.. don't stop. Please don't stop.”
She growled - feral, unhinged. The pace in which she fucked you now relentless, stretching your core with every exquisite pump. Your fingers clawing into her bed sheets as you elongated your hips back even further, giving her unhindered access to your dripping hole - wanting it to be used as nothing more. To be absolutely filled with her desire until it was trickling down both of your legs.
And you knew Sal would make good on that want. She always had. She'd never left you anything but completely satisfied and this time would be no different.
Though you could tell she wouldn't last too much longer, every pump bringing a heavy twitch to her cock and pulling the most erotic sounds from her body. Moans and breathless whimpers. Her nails sinking into the supple flesh of your thighs as she drove herself into you over and over again. Your own pleasure building uncontrolled like a white fire - prickling and hot and on the verge of completely engulfing you.
Until it did.
Until there was nothing left but the juices that spilled from your core and Sal’s own desire pumping into you. Your voices a mere chorus of screams as the pirate pushed you both past the brink of absolute pleasure - bodies shuddering as you fell breathless to the now soaked mattress below you.
The moments between your last orgasm and the feeling of emptiness as Sal finally slid out of you were barely more than a blur. Completely blissed out as she removed the toy from your ass and laid you on your side so she could spoon you from behind. Strong, safe arms coming to wrap around your torso as she pulled you close against herself.
“Fucking.. hells, Sal.”
She chuckled, a breath of warm air blowing through your sweat-dampened hair.
“Aye.. yer okay? Need water?”
“Mmh.. in a minute. For now.. I just need this.”
Your breath slowly came back to normal as you cuddled into her, making her chuckle again.
“Heh.. a’ight.”
The familiar scent of sea spray and cinnamon encased you as a soft kiss came to the back of your neck, making you shiver. Sal's firm body behind you, holding you in a way that made you feel completely safe from everything. From all the bad things the world had to offer. From all the hateful stares of the people that never understood you. She was your beacon, your lighthouse in the storm. Always calling you home.
“... Sal?”
“Mh?”
“You know I love you, right?”
Her brief pause made you more than certain Sal's cheeks were likely warming once again.
“Aye… luv yer too.” She replied, pulling you a little closer into her large frame. But before she could settle in too comfortably, you turned in her arms so you could face her. Your arms wrapping securely around the width of her rib cage.
“Good.” You smirked, kissing the bottom of her chin. “Just like you.”
“Oi.. hush. Hadn't had enuf?”
“Of you? Is there such a thing?”
Sal only chuckled but you could see the pink hue readily returning to her cheeks. You nuzzled your head under her chin and pulled her flush against you. The beat of her heart as strong and steady as she was. The heat of her body as calm and warm as she made you feel. She sighed contently and wrapped her arms even more firmly around you. You were so close - but yet, not close enough. Your outer leg coming to wrap around her hips and her thigh moving to lay between them.
“Cud stay like thi’ forever.” Sal whispered.
“Mmh.. say less.” You replied, smiling widely as you kissed her collar bone.
“Heh.”
She placed a kiss to the top of your head and you snuggled in even more, leaving not a breath of space between the two of you. The next soft kiss to her collar bone pulled the smallest of noises from Sal’s throat, immediately bringing a pulse to your core. You moved your hips slightly against her, an act that only pushed her thigh further into you, making your breath hitch ever so slightly.
It was crazy how easily she could affect you. How just being in such close proximity made you needy all over again. And you knew she was likely tired..
But.. still…
It was worth a shot.
You placed another kiss to the base of her neck and sucked at the skin of it gently - just enough to cause a slight jerk to her body and a sharp inhale across the top of your hair. The next kiss brought out the tiniest moan. And the next, a firmness between her legs that you were all too familiar with.
“Sal.” You said softly, causing her to lean back and look at you. Eyes shimmered in want and all the ways that she adored you.
You didn't have to say anything else as Sal took your queue and laid you onto your back without releasing you from her embrace. A soft smirk curling at the corners of her lips before they came crashing into yours, kissing you deeply - profoundly. Soft and gentle and such a stark contrast to her energy before.
Both sets of eyes half lidded as you kept your gaze on each other, completely lost in the moment. Tongues dancing in a minuet - warm and languid and steadily building the desire between you. Re-stoking the fire that had never fully died out. Bodies nude and wrapped in nothing but each other as she spread your legs, your arousal immediately evident.
The way she kissed you, as if you were her last breath, as if she pulled away for even a moment she would perish - right then and there.
There were no words to be spoken between you, no thoughts to be had. Just the sound of your bodies and hearts moving as one as Sal slid herself back into you, cock hard and already throbbing. You moaned into her lips, whimpering when she nibbled softly on your bottom one. The length of her sliding indulgently in and out of you, hitting exactly where you needed it with each deep grind that she gifted you.
It was perfect.
Fuck, she was perfect.
Hard when you wanted it, soft when it counted. Giving your body, heart, and soul exactly what you needed each and every time.
You began to move your hips in tangent, legs wrapped around her, lazily draped over Sal’s backside. Each pump more delicious than the last, each thrust more exquisite - building your peak with nothing but slow, absolute precision. Equally soft caresses indulging every inch of you, her strong hands never seeming to leave your body - claiming your flesh as her lips claimed your own. The world around you almost non-existent as the two of you moved as one - Sal's firm muscles flexing with each subtle movement. With every stretch to your core.
You felt as if you were on the edge of orgasm from the minute she entered you, and if it weren't for the extremely slow pace in which she took you, you likely would have came already. But Sal knew exactly what she was doing, building you up closer and closer, inch by inch. Her adoring praises practically imprinted into your lips by the time you felt her cock start to twitch inside you yet again.
“Come with me, Sal.”
Less of an order than a plea, but she only nodded - kissing you even deeper. Claiming you fully while her hips picked up their pace. Every muscle in her body taut, tense - the length of her driving into you at full speed.
“Mmph- .. y-yes .. so good.”
Whimpered words falling off your tongue like a prayer - only for a moment before your orgasm quickly took you. Rolling over your body like tepid water and washing you in bliss. Sal's own desire filling you once again as her body shuddered, your juices re-soaking the bed sheets below you until she fell absolutely breathless on top of you.
And even though you were completely and utterly wrecked, you still whined when she finally slid out of you, your core entirely too empty as aftershocks forced it to clench around nothing. She chuckled between shuddered breaths as she came to lie next to you once again.
Only this time her eyes were closed, a look of serene calm playing across her features. The ebb and flow of her breath a constant current like the waves that carried your ship. You smiled softly to yourself and rolled over fully on your side to face her.
“You're beautiful, you know that?”
“Oi.. hush.”
A sliver of glow shot in your direction as Sal just barely opened her eyes to look at you, the warmth within them bringing an instant flush to your cheeks.
“Hmm.. no.”
She chuckled at your response and shook her head, strong arms reaching out before they pulled you close against her chest.
“An’ here I though’ I tired yer out.”
She pulled you closer still and you snuggled in.
“Bold of you to assume I'd ever be too spent to praise you, Sal.”
“Heh.”
You let your smirk linger on your lips as you pressed them gently to the side of her cheek. “Merry Christmas, Captain.”
You let a single content and quickly snuggled back into her. The steady melody of Sal’s breath slowly lulling you off as the soft rock of the ocean pulled the both of you into a deep, blissful sleep.
Merry Christmas, indeed.
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really glad u loved the idea! i was afraid it's too silly cause I'm not thinking properly right this moment(it's past 3am in my country)
anyway, thank you for agreeing to write for femSal! can't wait to see what you come up with!
Sorry it took so long, this is my first request so I wanted to make it perfect!
Fem!Sal x Reader
The original request can be found here! This work is inspired by @classyfruit's genderbent Moreau art!
Word count: 2.3k.
Warnings: None
There may be typos <3
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The crunching of leaves underfoot ignited a kind of childlike joy in you as you wove your way through the trees. The snow was melting, the harsh winter finally coming to an end and at last, you were able to return to your favourite place in the Village.
The sun would no doubt have melted all the ice away by now – or at least you had heard from your neighbour that the lake was liquid once more, he had seen it on his way back from his foraging trip and he wanted to let the Village’s resident ‘water baby’ know. As soon as you had heard the news, you packed your satchel to the brim with your sketchbook, pencils, and snacks enough to last you hours, and off you went.
The sun warmed your shoulders and face as you went, and you took a moment to let your head fall back, relishing in it. Three months cooped up inside your house had taken its toll, and you were ecstatic to be out in the fresh air again. As you approached the lake, a slight breeze kicked up, sending the faintest of ripples across the surface, warping the reflections of the nearby trees. The ground was soft and muddy from the melting snow, but thankfully your usual spot – a large, flat rock, jutting out over the water – was free of dampness. You climbed atop it with a grunt and settled down, letting the sun warm you for a moment, basking in the feeling.
You frowned slightly into the distance a while later, your sketchbook open in your lap. You chewed absentmindedly on the end of your pencil, waiting for inspiration to strike you. The sunlight was casting thin ribbons of parchment-coloured light through the gaps in the trees on the opposite side of the lake to you, and you just couldn’t figure out how to encapsulate it within a drawing. But damn, you wanted to.
A faint splashing sounded from below the edge of your rock seat, and you put your sketchbook aside, leaning slowly over the edge and looking down. The sight of silver, shimmering shapes darting just beneath the water’s surface brought a smile to your face, and you readjusted to lay on your stomach, reaching down. As you gently trailed your fingertips along the surface of the lake, you giggled as the shimmering shapes nibbled your fingers curiously, some of them bumping up against your hand as they swam by.
“Well, hi to you, too,” you whispered. The fish swam beneath the surface of the water as if dancing, and you smiled softly, watching them. You pushed yourself back up to a kneeling position, feeling in your satchel for the container of mealworms you had brought with you, scattering some of them into the water. You sat back again and started to draw, oblivious to the larger rippled which were approaching from elsewhere in the lake.
The next day found you back at the lake again, not wanting to miss a day of being in your sanctuary. The sun was high in the sky, which was just as clear as the day before. You were distracted as you made the same walk as yesterday, and you didn’t notice the object on your rock seat until you were about to sit down. You made a noise of surprise and peered at it. It seemed to be an old boot, something from far before your time. It was covered in algae and aquatic moss, and the sole had been eroded over time. You looked around, thinking that somebody was playing a prank; but when you saw nobody, you simply shrugged and picked the boot up, placing it beside the rock in the soft mud. Again, you drew, this time paying close attention to the mud below the rock, trying to emulate the textures and patterns of it. Again, you fed the fish gathered near your seat some mealworms. And again, you were oblivious to the ripples rolling across the water’s surface.
The third day you went back to the lake, a sight saddened you somewhat. There, on the muddy bank, beside the untouched boot, was a small bone. Upon closer inspection, it looked to be a fish skull. You held it delicately in your hands, turning it this way and that, intrigue mixing with your faint sadness at the poor thing’s state. Holding it as if it were glass, you bent over by the edge of the lake and let it roll out of your hand into the water, fading from view as it sunk to the depths. You settled yourself down on your rock perch again, pulling your sketchbook out of your bag and, with one hand drawing and the other holding an apple you took occasional bites from, you began to sketch the intricacies of a piece of driftwood, floating atop the water. It bobbed up and down, slowly, as ripples coursed across the water’s surface. This time, just before you left to go home, you leaned over and whispered to the group of fish swilling in lazy circles beneath the steadily elongating shadow of the rock, telling them a fairytale from your childhood. Something you did quite often, even if it didn’t quite make sense.
The fourth day arrived and with it, dark clouds, heavy with rain. That didn’t stop you, though, as you simply grabbed your raincoat from the hook by the door and set out towards the lake again, slipping and sliding and laughing in the muddy puddles on the way. The lake had swelled with the overnight showers of rain, the boot now having been swept away. The rain had ceased for now, and you slowly climbed atop your rock again – stopping in your tracks as you saw something on the very edge. You peered closer and your eyes widened at the sight of an eel skeleton, curled up neatly on the edge of the rock. You looked around again, more vigilantly this time. The only footsteps in the muddy earth were that of your own, and the trees looked undisturbed, as well.
The eel skeleton looked beautiful, in a delicate, morbid way. You stepped off of the rock and to the water’s edge, where the mud was the softest, and you started to dig. With shaking hands, you very carefully lifted the skeleton and placed it in the makeshift grave, covering it up again and placing a rock on top. You took a moment to be pensive, and as you stared into the water, you saw ripples distorting the reflection of the trees. Following them with your gaze, you could see that they originated from the center of the lake. Stepping closer, just below the surface of the water you could see a faint, misshapen shadow lurking below. You frown and take another step, the water lapping at the toes of your shoes. Just as quickly as you had seen the shadow, it darted away, and the rain started to fall again, stirring the surface of the lake, rendering anything underneath invisible.
There were no peculiar objects on your seat the next day. The sun was high in the sky again, the lake still swollen from the previous day, and your fish friends had resumed their usual habit of circling for food beneath your rock perch. You laid on your stomach, fingers trailing through the water again as they swam excitedly. Lost in thought, the shadow moving towards you beneath the surface of the water went unnoticed. What was very much noticed, however, was one of the fish flying out of the water, soaring in an arc over you and landing with a wet shlap in the mud to the side. Gasping, you half rolled and half fell off of the rock, hastening to pick up the frantically flopping and flailing fish, gently placing it back in the water to join its friends.
“What the hell…” You breathed. There was another splashing sound and another fish flew out of the water, narrowly missing your face as it soared across your field of vision, landing back in the water. Returning to the rock and looking over the side of it, you saw all of the group still there, unharmed and circling as before. Mind reeling with questions and confusion, you looked around, trying to figure out what happened.
“I’m tryin’ to flirt with you!”
The sudden disembodied voice startled you, hands gripping the rough surface of your perch so as to not fall face first into the lake. Sensing movement out of the corner of your eye, you turned, and your gaze met those of someone almost completely submerged in the water. Their eyes were dark, a slight frown on their face as they stared you down. It looked as if they were wearing a crown of bones, and you gulped.
“Hey, are- are you okay?” Trepidation and intrigue combined in your chest to create a potent blend that kept you fixed to the spot.
The figure didn’t speak at first. And then: “I was tryin’ to flirt with you. Didya not like my gifts?”
The voice carried a tone of insecurity, confusion and determination. It was low and husky, like the vocal version of the crunch of gravel as it is stepped on – and it had a kind of warbled tremor, like the ripples of the lake itself. But it was pleasant, and you wanted to hear more. You sat back down on the rock and crossed your legs, pulling your sketchbook out of your bag and running your fingertips along the spine to soothe yourself.
“Flirt with me?” You asked.
“Yes,” The figure responded. The water rippled around them as they started to move up out of the water, and you saw that the figure was a woman, her skin tinged the same green-blue as the lake. “D’you not like my gifts?” She repeated.
“I… I didn’t realise they were gifts, to be honest.” The woman sloshed closer through the water, coming to fold her arms on the edge of the rock and rest her head upon them. You continued, “I hope I didn’t offend you with my actions.”
The woman stared up at you for a long moment. “Nope,” She said. “I see you here a lot. You’re good to the critters here.” As she spoke, you could detect the faintest lilt in her voice, which somehow made you want to hear her speak even more, if that were possible. Silence fell between the two of you, and without knowing what else to do, you grabbed a pencil from your satchel and started to sketch, not really paying attention to anything but her proximity.
“What’re you doin’?”
“Huh? Oh—” You glanced down at the paper before you, realizing that you had absentmindedly begun to draw her. “I’m just sketching. Would you like to see?”
You held the sketchbook up before you, going back to the first page and flipping through them one by one, telling her the backstory of every sketch. The view of the mountains from your bedroom window, the jewels of dew on a spider’s web, the iridescence of a raven’s wings in flight. Her eyes studied your sketches, focusing hard as she listened. Without a word, she splashed back under the water, leaving you alone. You couldn’t help but feel disappointed as she left and, with a dejected sigh, you turned back to your work, the pencil scratching over the paper.
“Look out! Outta the way!”
“Wh—Woah!” You leaped back as she emerged from the water, her arms full with weeds and grasses from the depths of the lake. She sifted through them, inspecting each piece and discarding some of them with an unimpressed grunt. You turned back to your artwork, but you were distracted now, curiously glancing up at her every so often. Her deft fingers worked at the pieces of grass, twisting and turning them in her hands, and after a moment you realized she was weaving something. You became mesmerized by her movements, a slight frown on her face as she concentrated.
By the time she had finished, the sun was beginning to dip below the horizon, the surface of the lake reflecting its orange glow. She held it out to you with a wide grin, your fingertips brushing her palm as you took it from her. She had weaved the grasses and weeds tightly into the shape of a fish, mirroring the fish that you often fed. It was intricately weaved, and your head spun trying to make sense of where each piece of grass started and ended. Gazing back at her, a blush crept up your neck at her intense gaze. As the chill of the night air started to settle in your bones, you were tempted to stay here for a while longer, if only to see her grin again.
“Thank you…” I trailed off questioningly.
“Name’s Sally. Sally Moreau,” She grinned, making your heart jump in your chest. “But you can call me Sal.”
You smiled. “Thank you, Sal. It’s beautiful.”
“So’s you, if you don’t mind me sayin’ so.”
Her boldness made your blush grow even more, and you shivered regretfully against the chill of the growing darkness. “I…” The words were hard to force out, as you slowly packed your things back into your satchel. “I should go home.”
Sally’s shoulders seemed to drop a little, but she kept the grin on her face. “Comin’ back tomorrow?” She asked, hopeful tones lacing her voice.
“Yeah,” You smiled. “I’ll come back tomorrow.” That night, you fell asleep with a smile on your face and Sally’s grin burned into your mind, the woven fish standing proudly on the top of your bookshelf. Somehow, you knew that today had been the start of something wonderful.
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Hey @suseagull04 thanks for tagging me in this! You KNOW books are my favourite thing in the world, and I'm kind of into the idea of writing this list and giving myself a little accountability in tackling the massive TBR pile that lives by my bed 😬. Maybe I'll update it and tick off the ones I've finished as I go.
Here we go then, 24 books I want to read in 2024 (in no particular order):
The Daughter of Doctor Moreau, by Silvia Moreno-Garcia (ok, I started this last night but I’m only 10 pages in, so it’s going on the list)
Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe, by Benjamin Alire Sáenz
A Power Unbound, by Freya Marske
Fire Island, by Jack Parlett
News from Nowhere, by William Morris
A Darker Shade of Magic, by V. E. Schwab
Tipping the Velvet, by Sarah Waters
Wolfsong, by TJ Klune
Boyfriend Material, by Alexis Hall
The Testaments, by Margaret Atwood—which means rereading👇
The Handmaid’s Tale, by Margaret Atwood
The Silence of the Girls, by Pat Barker
Her Majesty’s Royal Coven, by Juno Dawson
Hunger, by Roxane Gay
Beautiful World, Where Are You?, by Sally Rooney
Love Marriage, by Monica Ali
Captive Prince, by C.S. Pascat
The Ruin of a Rake, by Cat Sebastian
Friday I’m in Love, by Camryn Garrett
Trouble, by Lex Croucher
Olive Kitteridge, by Elizabeth Strout
A Nobleman’s Guide to Seducing a Scoundrel, by KJ Charles
The Charm Offensive, by Alison Cochrun
Uprooted, by Naomi Novik
BONUS: The Pairing, by Casey McQuiston. It's not on the pile yet, but it will be.
Ok, some of you I know are big readers but I'm not sure about everyone so tagging @cha-melodius @ships-to-sail @stereopticons @missgeevious @nontoxic-writes @kiwiana-writes @indomitable-love @14carrotghoul @zwiazdziarka @orchidscript but if I haven't tagged you and you also love reading PLEASE do this and tag me so we can chat books! 😘
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I'm bored, sleep deprived, and could use some good vibes; so let's start an OC Tag game, shall we?
Here's the idea: Name your OC(s) and a song that describes them and/or fits them best. Doesn't matter if they're from your original work, a single fandom or your alround fandom slut.
Tag as many people as you like once you're done
Here are mine 😀
Fandom OCs (without fandom named):
Marlianken de Lafitte - Fury oh Fury by Nico Vega
Hanna Takajima - Nichts ist für immer by Subway to Sally
Kirimi Takajima - Strong by Amaranthe
Katharina Schwarz - Küstenkind by Versengold
Serenity Moreau - Just Feels by Jihae
Hope Moreau - Take Control by Old Gods of Asgard (aka Poets of the Fall)
from my original work:
Diane O'Neill - Not Gonna Die by Skillet
Delilah Jones - Löwenherz by Saltatio Mortis
Vanessa "Sparks" Valentine - the Reckoning by Within Temptation
as for the tags 😎
@apocalypticromantic666 @kawaii-pigeon @rocketupduck @silverserpent @blazewatergem @datsonyat
no pressure of course 😘
#tag game#oc tag game#music tag game#let's see how far this one goes#don't mind me being nosy about your homebrew blorbos
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US Vogue June 1964
Beate Schulz photographed in front of the Basilica of San Miniato al Monte in Florence, in sleeveless white linen; the braided jacket, buttoned with a row of faux pearls. By Pattullo-Jo Copeland of Moreau Fabric. Mademoiselle de Chèvre Shrut & Asch shoes. Hats off, Sally Victor.
Beate Schulz photographié devant la Basilique de San Miniato al Monte à Florence, en lin blanc sans manches ; la veste gansée, boutonnée d'un rang de fausses perles. Par Pattullo-Jo Copeland de tissu Moreau. Chaussures Mademoiselle de Chèvre Shrut & Asch. Chapeaux, Sally Victor.
Photo Henry Clarke
vogue archive
#us vogue#june 1964#fashion 60s#1964#spring/summer#printemps/été#pattullo-jo copeland#mademoiselle#sally victor#beate schulz#florence#firenze#henry clarke#white linen#lin blanc#italy#italia
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I’m making anouther au! TNBC TGS! So far, I have Frankenstein as Santa (thanks to a discord friend), Moreau as Oogie, Jekyll/Hyde as Jack, Lanyon as Sally, Rachel as one of the witches, Jasper as the Wolfman, and Zosi as Zero (obviously). Still need ideas for the rest of them, but I’m having fun! They wear the characters well, don’t they?
#the glass scientists#the glass scientists hyde#the glass scientists lanyon#the glass scientists jekyll#henry jekyll#tgs henry jekyll#tgs Edward Hyde#tgs Lanyon#tgs#tnbc#tnbc au#the glass scientists au#robert lanyon#rachel pidgley#tgs zosi#my art
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*✧ — AUGUST WRAP UP
you all remember the text post i wrote about how overreading is a sign i am not coping well with something and actually procrastinating life. and how an anon in my inbox said “i tell my sister's boyfriend the number of books i read this month and he thinks he should congratulate me, but it's literally a shameful catholic confession that i should atone for with penance.”? this post is my shameful catholic confession. nothing more to add. if things keep going like this september might look similar.... someone pls send help. (don’t worry, i am doing fine, i’m just being dramatic.)
highlights of my months were all the new favourites, my reread/kind-of-buddy-read of loveless (shout out to jo for putting up with me) AND my reread of the hunger games and catching fire. these books still slap so hard. can’t wait to start mockingjay once i am done with my library books.
2022 reading goal: 169/100 books
2022 pages goal: 59,566/35,000 pages
previous wrap ups
as alway, feel free to drop book recs, questions, or opinions in my inbox; i am always happy to talk to you about books! <3
* –> newly added to my favourites shelf
follow: my goodreads | my storygraph | my bookstagram
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* Lessons in Chemistry by Bonnie Garmus | ★★★★★
The Midnight Library by Matt Haig | ★★★☆☆
Youngblood by Sasha Laurens | ★1/2☆☆☆ | review
Autobiography of Red by Anne Carson | ★★★★★
Sweet Bean Paste by Durian Sukegawa, translated by Alison Watts | ★★★☆☆ | review
Unfollow: A Memoir of Loving and Leaving the Westboro Baptist Church by Megan Phelps-Roper | ★★★★1/2
Heaven by Mieko Kawakami | ★★★★☆
The House of the Spirits by Isabel Allende | ★★★★★ | review
The Trees by Percival Everett | ★★★★☆
Upgrade by Blake Crouch | ★★1/2☆ | review
Lady Susan by Jane Austen | ★★★★☆
Out There: Stories by Kate Folk | ★★★★3/4
* Briefly, A Delicious Life by Nell Stevens | ★★★★★ | review
Sanditon by Jane Austen | ★★★★☆
In Deeper Waters by F.T. Lukens | ★★★☆☆
Night Sky with Exit Wounds by Ocean Vuong | ★★★★★
* Kindred by Octavia E. Butler | ★★★★★
Beautiful World, Where Are You by Sally Rooney | ★★★★1/2
Memphis by Tara M. Stringfellow | ★★★★☆
Everything I Know About Love by Dolly Alderton | ★★★1/4☆ | review
Lore Olympus (Season 2) by Rachel Smythe | ★★★★☆
The Mirror Season by Anna-Marie McLemore | review
Fiona and Jane by Jean Chen Ho | ★★★1/4☆
* All the Lovers in the Night by Mieko Kawakami | ★★★★★ | review
Parable of the Sower by Octavia E. Butler | ★★★★1/2
Funny You Should Ask by Elissa Sussman | ★3/4☆☆☆
Parable of the Talents by Octavia E. Butler | ★★★★★
Nightcrawling by Leila Mottley | ★★★★1/2
The House of Mirth by Edith Wharton | ★★★3/4☆
The Daughter of Doctor Moreau by Silvia Moreno-Garcia | ★★★★☆
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reread
Loveless by Alice Oseman | ★★★★1/4
The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins | ★★★★★ | review
Catching Fire by Suzanne Collins | ★★★★★ | review
Sadie by Courtney Summers | ★★★★★ | review
#the way i had to put a read more or this would clog all your dashes................#mish reads#book recs#goodreads#the storygraph#wrap up
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🔪Slashers🔪
Michael Myers (OG, RZ, & HK)
Jason Voorhees
Bo & Vincent Sinclair (I don't think I could do Lester justice 😅)
Pennywise/IT/Robert Gray
Henry Bower
Patrick Hockstetter
Erik Destler
Evan MacMillan (Trapper - DBD)
Philip Ojomo (Wraith - DBD)
Anna (Huntress - DBD)
Ghostface (Stu, Billy, Danny)
Frank (Legion - DBD)
Kazan Yamaoka (Oni - DBD)
Pyramid Head
Ji-Woon Hak (Trickster - DBD)
Pinhead
Thomas Hewitt
Sam (Trick 'r Treat)
Valak (The Conjuring Series)
Remor (Fran Bow)
Dorian Gray
🎈Horror Protagonists🎈
Bill Dembrough
Richie Tozier
Ben Hanscom
Beverly Marsh
🦸🏼 MCU 🦸🏻♂️
Loki Laufeyson (Including all variants)
Bucky Barnes
Tony Stark
Steve Rogers
Natasha Romanoff
Yelena Romanoff
Thor Odinson
Peter Quill
Mobius (LOKI)
Peter Parker
🌃 DCEU 🌃
Jason Todd
Dick Grayson
Tim Drake
Edward Nygma
Jonathan Crane
Oswald Cobblepot
Victor Zsasz (Gotham TV version)
🎮TV/Video Game🎮
Sal Fisher (Sally Face)
Ben Hargreeves (Umbrella Academy)
Klaus Hargreeves (Umbrella Academy)
Billy Hope (Outlast)
Eddie Gluskin (Outlast)
Johnny Silverhand (Cyberpunk 2077)
Kerry Eurodyne (Cyberpunk 2077)
Sandayu Oda (Cyberpunk 2077)
Adam Smasher (Cyberpunk 2077)
Itward (Fran Bow)
Dorian Pavus (DAI)
Cullen Rutherford (DA, DA 2, DAI)
Garret Hawke (Male - DA2, DAI)
Iron Bull (DAI)
Fen'harel (DAI)
Varric Tethras (DA2, DAI)
Cole (DAI)
Anders (DA2)
Fenris (DA2)
Karl Heisenberg (RE8: Village)
Alcina Dimitrescu (RE8: Village)
Salvatore Moreau (RE8: Village)
Donna Beneviento (RE8: Village)
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William Hurt and Solveig Dommartin in Until the End of the World (Wim Wenders, 1991)
Cast: Solveig Dommartin, William Hurt, Sam Neill, Rüdiger Vogler, Jeanne Moreau, Max Von Sydow, Chick Ortega, Elena Smirnova, Eddy Mitchell, Adelle Lutz, Ernie Dingo, Ernest Beck, Christine Oesterlein, Kuniko Miyaki, Chishu Ryu, Allen Garfield, Lois Chiles, David Gulpilil, Justine Saunders, Paul Livingston. Screenplay: Peter Carey, Wim Wenders. Cinematography: Robby Müller. Production design: Sally Campbell, Thierry Flamand. Film editing: Peter Przygodda. Music: Graeme Revell.
Wim Wenders's almost five-hour-long cut of Until the End of the World may be the most self-indulgent film I've ever seen, and I've seen Heaven's Gate (Michael Cimino, 1980). The original cut of Wenders's movie was 20 hours long, but it was reduced to just under three hours for its first European release and to a bit over two and a half hours for American audiences in 1991. It failed with the critics and the box office. Wenders finally re-edited it to the 287-minute version released in 2015. But it really seems to me to be two movies stitched together by Sam Neill's voiceover narration. The first half is what Wenders himself has called the "ultimate road movie," a characteristic genre for the director of Alice in the Cities (1974), Kings of the Road (1976), and Paris, Texas (1984), starting in Venice and then bouncing to Paris, Berlin, Lisbon, Moscow, Tokyo, San Francisco, and finally Australia, where it settles for the second half. This half is a sci-fi film about experiments with perception and dreams that take place in the shadow of a potential nuclear holocaust. The first half is often funny; the second half isn't. I'm not prepared to call Until the End of the World a masterpiece, unless it's a masterpiece for cinéastes, who can indulge themselves to the fullest in tracing the allusions and influences that shape the movie. The characters played by William Hurt and Solveig Dommartin, for example, spend time in an idyllic setting in Japan where they're tended by characters played by Chishu Ryu and Kuniko Miyaki, actors familiar from the films of Yasujiro Ozu. Hurt's character's parents are played by the iconic Jeanne Moreau and Max Von Sydow. Wenders even evokes his own past by casting Rüdiger Vogler, the star of Alice in the Cities and Kings of the Road. It's a witty film in many regards, but as I said, self-indulgent. And 287 minutes is a kind of forced binge-watch, which makes me think that Until the End of the World would have made a terrific miniseries for Netflix or Hulu if they'd been around in 1991.
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heartbreak high.
spider white
nothing yet.
malakai mitchell
nothing yet.
missy beckett
nothing yet.
percy jackson (2023.)
luke castellan
nothing yet.
sally jackson
nothing yet.
the hunger games.
katniss everdeen
nothing yet.
peeta mellark
nothing yet.
gen v.
jordan li
nothing yet.
cate dunlap
nothing yet.
marie moreau
nothing yet.
community.
abed nadir
nothing yet.
jeff winger
nothing yet.
troy barnes
nothing yet.
stranger things.
nancy wheeler
nothing yet.
robin buckley
nothing yet.
steve harrington
nothing yet.
misc.
amber freeman (scream)
nothing yet.
rodrick heffley (diary of a wimpy kid)
nothing yet.
sophie (bodies bodies bodies)
nothing yet.
sarah cameron (outer banks)
nothing yet.
art donaldson (challengers)
nothing yet.
ellie williams (the last of us)
nothing yet.
dallas winston (the outsiders)
nothing yet.
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Looks like my new years eve present came early! I absolutely loved your oneshot with Sal! Her trying to flirt with reader was hilarious and adorable at the same time. Throwing fish at reader? Priceless! The right amount of humor, and cute and spooky vibes! I love it! Thank you.
Her wooing attempts weren't working so she had to take a somewhat more direct approach 😂 I'm so glad you liked it! It was so fun to write, too, and genderbent Moreau is definitely something I wanna write about more in the future, so thank you as well!
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About the Blog ~
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Hey there!
I’m Scotty, a queer writer and artist from the UK.
My primary fandoms that I write for are Mass Effect, Assassin’s Creed II / Brotherhood / Revelations / Odyssey and Star Wars: The Clone Wars, however I do also dip my toes into Dragon Age, other Assassin’s Creed titles, Final Fantasy XV, RWBY, Thunderbirds Are Go (2015 reboot), Doctor Who (and its various spin-offs) and Sonic the Hedgehog.
Most of my fanart revolves around my various iterations of Commander Shepard and Pathfinder Ryder (Mass Effect trilogy / Mass Effect Andromeda) and my Inquisitors (Dragon Age Inquisition).
This blog contains/discusses 18+ & NSFW content.
Feel free to follow / ask / message / chill here if:
You enjoy people holding up blorbos like they’re comparing different paint swatches in a hardware store
You want to chat about particular fandoms/pairings that are listed below
You want to know more about me – send me ask/tag games! I love games!
Move on if:
You’re a TERF, paedophile, or promote bigotry of any sort (queerphobic, transphobic, racist, sexist, fascist, anti-choice, zionist, etc.)
You’re under the age of 18 (if you do not have your age in your blog bio or somewhere I can find it, you will be blocked, I am not interested in interacting with minors)
You’re just a troll or an asshole
I’m always happy to receive writing prompts and ideas, but there’s no guarantee if/when I’ll fill it, as I have to be in The Zone for the creative juices to flow properly. So if you do send something but don’t see a response, I haven’t forgotten! I just need to be in the right space for it.
Tags/Links of note:
#scotty’s words – My writing
#scotty’s art – My art
#scotty’s answers – Answers to asks
#kassnat – Everything to do with the Kassandra/Natakas pairing from Assassin’s Creed Odyssey (Legacy of the First Blade DLC)
#obitine – Everything to do with the Obi-Wan Kenobi/Satine Kryze pairing from Star Wars: The Clone Wars
#otp: endless affection - Everything to do with the Ezio Auditore/Sofia Sartor pairing from Assassin's Creed Revelations
My AO3 account – where I publish my longer-form writing/fanfiction
My BioLink
My Main Ships:
Mass Effect:
Shepard/Liara T’Soni (Original Trilogy)
Male Shepard/Tali’Zorah vas Normandy (OT)
Male Shepard/Miranda Lawson (OT)
Male Shepard/Samara (OT)
Female Shepard/Garrus Vakarian (OT)
Female Shepard/Thane Krios (OT)
Female Shepard/Jack (OT)
Garrus Vakarian/Tali’Zorah vas Normandy (OT)
Jeff "Joker" Moreau/EDI (OT)
Male Ryder/Cora Harper (Andromeda)
Male Ryder/Vetra Nyx (A)
Ryder/Jaal Ama Darav (A)
Female Ryder/Suvi Anwar (A)
Star Wars:
Obi-Wan Kenobi/Satine Kryze (The Clone Wars)
Obi-Wan Kenobi/Quinlan Vos (TCW)
Anakin Skywalker/Padme Amidala (Prequel Trilogy, TCW)
Ahsoka Tano/Lux Bonteri (TCW)
Korkie Kryze/Amis (TCW)
Korkie Kryze/Original Female Character (post-Order 66) (TCW)
Cal Kestis/Nightsister Merrin (Star Wars Jedi: Survivor)
Kanan Jarrus/Hera Syndulla (Rebels)
Garazeb Orrelios/Alexsandr Kallus (Rebels)
Leia Organa/Han Solo (Original Trilogy, Sequel Trilogy)
Luke Skywalker/Mara Jade (Legends)
Din Djarin/Luke Skywalker (The Mandalorian)
Assassin’s Creed:
Ezio Auditore/Sofia Sartor (Revelations)
Jacob Frye/Ned Wynert (Syndicate)
Evie Frye/Henry Green (S)
Bayek/Aya (Origins)
Kassandra/Natakas (Odyssey, Legacy of the First Blade DLC)
Kassandra/Alkibiades (Od)
Alexios/Alkibiades (Od)
Alexios/Lykaon (Od)
Myrinne/Xenia (Od)
Eivor (male & female)/Randvi (Valhalla)
Percy Jackson (Percy Jackson and the Olympians, Heroes of Olympus, Magnus Chase, Trials of Apollo):
Percy Jackson/Annabeth Chase (PJO, HoO, MC)
Grover Underwood/Juniper (PJO, HoO)
Nico di Angelo/Will Solace (HoO, ToA)
Sally Jackson/Paul Blofis (HoO, ToA)
Frank Zhang/Hazel Levesque (HoO, ToA)
Magnus Chase/Alex Fierro (MC)
Other fandoms:
Male Inquisitor/Dorian Pavus (Dragon Age Inquisition)
Male Inquisitor/Cassandra Pentaghast (DAI)
Inquisitor/Scout Lace Harding (DAI)
Ignis Scientia/Original Male Character i.e. Comrades avatar) (Final Fantasy XV)
Noctis Lucis Caelum/Lunafreya Nox Fleuret (FFXV)
Prompto Argentum/Aranea Highwind (FFXV)
Noctis Lucis Caelum/Prompto Argentum (unrequited) (FFXV)
Blake Belladonna/Yang Xiao Long (RWBY)
Jaune Arc/Pyrrha Nikos (RWBY)
Nora Valkyrie/Lie Ren (RWBY)
Qrow Branwen/Winter Schnee (RWBY)
Qrow Branwen/Clover Ebi (RWBY)
Weiss Schnee/Jaune Arc (RWBY)
Ruby Rose/Oscar Pine (RWBY)
Jaune Arc/Neptune Vasilias (RWBY)
Gordon Tracy/Penelope Creighton-Ward (Thunderbirds Are Go - 2015 reboot)
Alan Tracy/Tanusha "Kayo" Kyrano (TAG)
Virgil Tracy/Hiram "Brains" Hackenbacker (TAG)
John Tracy/bagels (crack ship) (TAG)
11th Doctor/River Song (Doctor Who)
12th Doctor/River Song (DW)
Madame Vastra/Jenny Flint (DW)
Luke Smith/Sanjay (The Sarah Jane Adventures)
Clyde Langer/Rani Chandra (SJA)
Jack Harkness/Ianto Jones (Torchwood)
Owen Harper/Toshiko Sato (T)
Gwen Cooper/Rhys Williams (T)
Sonic the Hedgehog/Amy Rose (Sonic the Hedgehog)
Sonic the Hedgehog/Shadow the Hedgehog (STH)
Miles "Tails" Prower/Cream the Rabbit (STH)
Knuckles the Echidna/Rouge the Bat (STH)
Shadow the Hedgehog/Rouge the Bat (STH)
Vector the Crocodile/Vanilla the Rabbit (STH)
Vector the Crocodile/Espio the Chameleon (STH)
Silver the Hedgehog/Blaze the Cat (STH)
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I will eventually get this blog running properly and update my carrd and what have you. But for now? Muse list under the cut lol
Resident Evil
Ada Wong
Albert Wesker
Carla Radames
Donna Beneviento
Finn Macauley
Jack Krauser
Jack Baker
Jake Muller
Joe Baker
Karl Heisenberg
Lucas Baker
Marguerite Baker
Mother Miranda
Parker Luciani
Piers Nivans
Salvatore Moreau
Dead by Daylight
Herman Carter
Sally Smithson
The Dredge
Outlast
Eddie Gluskin
Rick Trager
Rob Zombie's Halloween
Dr. Sam Loomis
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Also: she looks like the lovechild of Alicia Vikander and Elliot Page. / Anothercevansblog interruption, sorry: IMO, Alba has a certain kind of beauty that seems discreet and subdued at first glance, but then when you get familiar with her feautures and how expressive she is, you can't get enough of her. She reminds me of some French and Italian actresses from the golden age - Jeanne Moreau, Simone Signoret, Monica Vitti, Stefania Sandrelli. I think the closest American example is Sally Field in her youth. (As you can see, I'm fangirling hard, I adore her!)
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THE ISLAND OF DR. MOREAU (1977) – Episode 166 – Decades Of Horror 1970s
“His is the hand that makes. His is the hand that hurts. His is the hand that heals. His is the House of Pain. He who breaks the law shall be punished back to the House of Pain.” And you definitely don’t want to go to the House of Pain. Join your faithful Grue Crew – Doc Rotten, Chad Hunt, Bill Mulligan, and Jeff Mohr – as they take another trip to the tropics to visit H. G. Wells’ The Island of Dr. Moreau (1977).
Decades of Horror 1970s
Episode 166 – The Island of Dr. Moreau (1977)
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Synopsis: A shipwrecked survivor discovers a remote island owned by a crazed scientist who is carrying out sinister experiments on the island’s inhabitants.
Director: Don Taylor
Writers: Al Ramrus & John Herman Shaner (screenplay); (1896 novel by) H. G. Wells
Cinematography by: Gerry Fisher (director of photography)
Makeup department:
John Chambers (makeup creator)
Thomas R. Burman (makeup designer) (as Tom Burman)
Daniel C. Striepeke (makeup designer) (as Dan Striepeke)
Selected cast:
Burt Lancaster as Dr. Paul Moreau
Michael York as Andrew Braddock
Nigel Davenport as Montgomery
Barbara Carrera as Maria
Richard Basehart as Sayer of the Law
Nick Cravat as M’Ling
The Great John L. as Boar-Man
Bob Ozman as Bull-Man
Fumio Demura as Hyena-Man
Gary Baxley as Lion-Man
John Gillespie as Tiger-Man
David S. Cass Sr. as Bear-Man (as David Cass)
Chad picked The Island of Dr. Moreau because it “wowed” him as a kid. Watching it now, he can see its flaws but still likes it. Burt Lancaster, Michael York, and the Humanimal special effects makeup are high points for him.
Jeff loved the book and was irritated by the plot changes in this movie version when he first saw it in the theater back in the day. Now, the first half seems like a lot of running through the jungle, but the tension ramps up as soon as Moreau begins transforming Michael York’s character. When he first saw the movie, Bill had read the Marvel comic book and was bitterly disappointed that the ending of the film had been cut and didn’t match the Marvel version. For him, The Island of Dr. Moreau is not terrible but will always reside in the shadow of Island of Lost Souls (1932). He also laments that most of the story takes place in the daylight which hurts the makeup effects. When he first saw The Island of Dr. Moreau, Doc was not a fan and his opinion has not changed. While he appreciates the effort and the cast, it just seems like a weak sauce compared to the gravitas of Island of Lost Souls.
Despite the 70s Grue-Crew’s lukewarm reception, they all agree that The Island of Dr. Moreau is worth a watch. At the time of this writing, the film can be streamed from Tubi and several PPV sources. The film doesn’t appear to be currently available on domestically produced physical media.
If you’re a fan of H. G. Wells’ work, check out these other Decades of Horror episodes:
FOOD OF THE GODS (1976) — Episode 28 — Decades Of Horror 1970s
DEAD OF NIGHT (1945) – Episode 31 – Decades Of Horror: The Classic Era (The Golfer’s Story segment based on “The Story of the Inexperienced Ghost” by H. G. Wells)
THE INVISIBLE MAN (1933) – Episode 50 – Decades Of Horror: The Classic Era
ISLAND OF LOST SOULS (1932) – Episode 98 – Decades Of Horror: The Classic Era
THE WAR OF THE WORLDS (1953) – Episode 125 – Decades Of Horror: The Classic Era
Gruesome Magazine’s Decades of Horror 1970s is part of the Decades of Horror two-week rotation with The Classic Era and the 1980s. In two weeks, the next episode in their very flexible schedule, chosen by Doc, will be A Reflection of Fear (1973) starring Sondra Locke, Robert Shaw, and Sally Kellerman.
We want to hear from you – the coolest, grooviest fans: leave us a message or leave a comment on the site or email the Decades of Horror 1970s podcast hosts at [email protected].
Check out this episode!
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Today we have some art without a big, epic storyline... just a small but fun RE8 sketchdump.
Please enjoy this random collection of Sal in a suit, Alcina drinking "tea" and Donna trying to hold Squintus and Angie at the same time. 😄
Something for the eyes, the soul and the senses, if you will. 😏 Have a good start to the week and take care, fruits and friends! 💕
#alcina dimitrescu#Lady Dimitrescu#sally moreau#Donna Beneviento#resident evil#resident evil 8#resident evil village#sketchdump#sketch#digital art#classyfruit art#classyfruit squintus
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