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voltstone · 3 months

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Bottom Bunk (Dianakko One-Shot)

With another Samhain Festival celebrated and slept off, Atsuko Kagari finds her room empty of Sucy and Lotte. Yet, she feels the warmth of another girl in her bed. And so a conversation is to be had.

[828 Words] | [Last Edit: 7/22/2020] (Full One-Shot Post)

I blink awake to find Sucy’s bed empty, and the curtains drawn. The sun beams through the line of window that the curtains don’t cover, chopped evenly from the blinds. I look to the door, which is shut closed. As I lazily stare at the floorboards, I shiver and bring the sheets to my shoulders. I don’t hear Lotte’s usual twists and turns above me. They must’ve left alread—

I’m naked.

The warmth of my own body is flushed against skin, and it takes me a moment to realize that the skin against my back isn’t mine. She groans softly and tugs some of the sheets towards her side. Diana… I crane my neck over. Even with her curled so deeply in my sheets—which she is hogging—, my eyes follow the curve of her body. I can’t help but grin, though. And instead of stealing back some of the blankets (because, again, they're mine), I wrap my arms around her. Her mewl is quiet as I bury my head into her neck, closing my eyes back to a doze. I’m not cold anymore, with her. I’d argue I’m warmer than I would’ve been with all of the sheets and blankets…

I don’t know how or when I started liking Diana. Maybe I always did, kind of, or maybe after noticing bits and pieces of her as I got used to Luna Nova. I think I always have. And it was mutual. Sometimes we kissed when we studied. It wasn’t anything much, and it never made itself present in our talks afterwards. Sometimes, it was quick, and other times, we’d let each other explore a bit. Nothing too far, though I doubt either of us would have minded.

It just… It wasn’t something we ever spoke about, actually. Hell, I even kept it from Lotte and Sucy. At this point, they probably know about it, but I don’t really care.

Last night was amazing though. Diana was crowned the Moonlit Witch again… And what was I going to do about it? She looked beautiful. She looks so beautiful in white…

“Akko?”

I turned around, hands clasped to my biceps as Diana strode towards me. Our shadows flickered with every beat of the music, and the light-show at the after-party tents behind us. “Yeah?” I asked, awe-struck by the moonlit cloak and mesmerizing hat.

She watched me with a mute curiosity. “I knew you would be here. Is there a reason why you aren’t attending the party? You’ve spoke a lot about it before, and how it will take itself to the town and hotels…” Diana grows quiet as I smile at her. She tilts her head and asks, softly, “Why are you all by yourself?”

“I’m okay, Diana,” I murmured. “I’m just thinking.”

“Thinking?”

“Yeah, about the stars?” I point to the Big Dipper. “I wonder, you know? How it’s doing up there…if it’s lonely.”

Her eyes follow my hand. The Big Dipper is surrounded by millions upon billions upon trillions of its own kind. “The Shiny Rod, you mean?”

“Yeah… I just wonder if it gets lonely.” I sighed and held my arms as we stood in the middle of the vast grassy field. Together. “It’s easier being lonely alone than being lonely surrounded by people. There’s an obvious solution to it when you’re alone.”

“I thought you were talking about the stars, for a moment.”

I chuckled briefly, meeting her eyes. “I… Yeah, me too.”

She slipped off the hat and set it on my head, her arms falling onto my shoulders. “Are you lonely?”

“Not— Not with you,” I mumbled.

Diana nodded, then whispered, “Then I won’t leave.” Her kiss was delicate and reassuring. My heart throbbed with Diana, and I craved for more. More than our shared glances. More than our stolen, innocent touches. More than our study sessions. More than our quick hands underneath our shirts.

Within minutes, I was tugging her back inside, her gentle laughter following me all the way. We didn’t stop until we were at my dorm, sure that Sucy and Lotte were enjoying themselves at the festivities down in the town. We’d collapsed into my bottom bunk immediately, but sleep didn’t come until much later…

It was quite the amazing night.

I frown, my eyes still closed, as her soft hand brushes my cheek. I open them to find Diana watching me with the same light smile from last night. “Good morning, Akko,” she whispers quietly.

Returning her grin, I peck her lips instead and snuggle deeper into the bed. “Good morning,” I reply. Her nails scratch my shoulder in circles, and I can practically hear the gears working in her head. “What are you thinking about?”

“You,” she says honestly. “I…never did anything like that before.”

“Not even yourself?”

“A-Akko, that’s not what I meant.”

I grin as her blush creeps across her cheeks. “I know… Me neither.”

Diana watches the rails of the top bunk for a long moment. “There was a time,” she admits slowly, “a long, long time ago, when I wanted nothing to do with you. Isn’t that ridiculous?”

“Nah.” I laugh and say, “There’s plenty of times I want nothing to do with me too.” Diana arches her brow, so I mutter, “Well, I mean, I fuck up all the time. I mess everything up for everyone else, and I get banged-up a lot, and I’m a lousy student—”

“You’re everything I’m not despite all of that,” Diana murmurs. I shut myself up and listen. When she peels herself away to straddle me, her hands on either side of my shoulders, she says, “You do ‘fuck up’ a lot, but it never slows you down like you should. There’s been witches who have left the school, you know? I was about to be one of them, remember? But you’re not. You’re still a student, and you’ll grow up to be a beautiful witch.”

I swallow the knot in my throat. “You really think so?” I ask quietly.

She nods and captures my lips sweetly. “I do,” she breathes. I reply in kind, my arms hooked around her waist. When she breaks away, resting against the pillows, Diana’s eyes stare into mine. They’re deep. Ethereal. They reach into my heart and I let them. “Akko…”

“Yeah?”

“What…would you say if I wanted for you to be my companion?”

“Companion?”

“Y-Yes?”

I smirk cheekily. “You mean girlfriend?”

She frowns. “It’s the same thing!” she hisses sheepishly. “Companion…girlfriend… It doesn't—” Diana inhales as slowly as she exhales. “I want you to be my companion, Akko. Wherever it takes us, I want to be together. I promised you last night I wouldn’t leave you, and I don’t intend on breaking it, even when we’re physically apar— Are you crying?”

“Y-You ar-re a b-b-itch,” I sniff, whacking her with a bundle of sheets. “Y-Yes, I-I’m crying! W-Why’d you s-stop?!”

“Well, I don't want you to cry…” she grumbles, head burrowed into the thrown sheets.

“Diana.”

Her voice is muffled: “What?”

“A-Are you crying too…?”

Diana lifts her head, eyes glassy. “I don’t want you to cry when I’m trying to cough up the grit to ask you to be my companion, because…”

I hold her close, snickering in her ear. “Yes, Diana… Of course I’ll be your girlfriend.”

“Really?” I nod against her. She sits up to seal our promise with a kiss; her hands, too, roam languidly along my sides.

As she peppers my neck with fluttering pecks, I eye the door. “Diana?”

“Hmm?”

“Do you want to…er…feel the same thing we did last night again?”

Diana arches her brow and glances at the door. She purses her lips in thought. “I…believe we can.”

“Diana…” I murmur with a smile, pulling her close.

Her body is soft and warm against my own, and I forget how it feels to be lost amongst the array of stars, lonely. Last night is irreplaceable, and so will this morning, and so is Diana Cavendish.

#volt's library #little witch academia #lwa #diakko #dianakko #fanfiction #one-shot #ao3 #wattpad #akko kagari #atsuko kagari #diana cavendish #reposted from last account #if this looks familiar it's because i yoinked it from my last (dead) account #an older story but a lil nice one me thinks

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kelleah-meah · 5 months

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My 2023 Samhain tarot reading

Once again, I'm a little late sharing my annual Samhain tarot reading results. What can I say? Life's been a bit ... unusual lately.

Enough excuses. If you checked out my 2022 Samhain reading, you know the past few years had a bit of a recurring theme. In short, the past few year's reading gave me a Theme of the Year card that followed a pattern.

For Samhain 2019-2020, my Theme of the Year card was a Knight of Wands.

For Samhain 2020-2021, the Theme of the Year card was a Queen of Wands.

For 2021-2022, the Theme of the Year was represented by the King of Cups.

And now, for 2022-2023, the Theme of the Year is ... The World.

So here we are, looking at the 2023-2024 year, and what did it tell me to expect over the upcoming year? The Fool.

Nah, I'm just kidding!

I did The Fool card later in the reading, but it wasn't my Theme of the Year card. Even though this Witch's New Year spread did send me plenty of signs reinforcing the idea that I will be starting a new journey in my life (which is echoed in other areas of my life, hello reverse nodal return!), it wasn't as in-your-face as I would've appreciated, I did receive the message.

Let's dive in!

Here is my set up on All Hallow's Eve at the end of last month:

For anyone wondering, I typically begin all my readings with a brief breathing exercise aided by the Breathe app. Then I use the SoundHeal app to play a tone while I meditate. Of course, I can meditate or do a reading without doing all of these things, but I find that the ritual of it all helps me gain clarity during my tarot reading.

(With that said, I am looking to replace the SoundHeal app because it's not as effective as it used to be. I've noticed the tones go down significantly within seconds after you start no matter how loud you turn up the volume.)

Anyway, after I meditate, I lay out the cards to follow this specific spread:

And this is what it told me:

I know that's a little hard to see, but feel free to dive into the breakdown below to help give you more insight into each card ...

Theme of the Year

- 4 of Pentacles

Interpretation: I will actively give and save as I learn to be more in flow with the universe and live an abundant life.

Fall 1 (the remainder of Fall 2023)

- 7 of Pentacles

Interpretation: I will give thanks for what I harvest as I also reflect, reinvigorate, and realign, utilizing patience as the seeds of my efforts continue to grow.

Fall 2 (the beginning of Fall 2024)

- 10 of Pentacles

Interpretation: I will stop living in survival mode and expect success and happiness. Spiritual and material abundance will abound, and I will spread it around generously.

Hopes

- 9 of Pentacles

Interpretation: The harmony and harvest I seek are right in front of me. I will be myself and embrace the energy of success and celebrate my progress.

Dreams

- Justice

Interpretation: My dreams of balance and harmony are becoming a reality. In response, I will learn from every part of me and allow that wisdom to guide me.

Winter 1

- The Sun

Interpretation: I am whole and perfect so I will shine like the sun and find my confidence in joy and creativity.

Winter 2

- 6 of Cups

Interpretation: I will forgive myself and make peace with my past for it has brought me to where I am meant to be.

Creativity

- The Moon

Interpretation: I will go within, find comfort in the darkness, and calmly listen to the whispers of my intuition as it reinvigorates your creativity.

Career

- The Fool

Interpretation: I will trust my intuition as I dive into a new beginning for an adventure that will lead me down my soul's intended path.

Money

- 10 of Wands

Interpretation: I will let go of heavy burdens and prioritize my essential needs. The rest will fall into place.

Business

- 10 of Swords

Interpretation: I will let go to meet the new dawn so my wounds can begin to heal.

Spring 1

- The Devil

Interpretation: I will delve into my shadow side, go outside my comfort zone, and find the healing I seek. I am on the cusp of liberation.

Spring 2

- The Empress

Interpretation: I will focus on unifying my mind, body and spirit. I will also calmly move in the direction of my heart and abundance will follow.

Relationships

- King of Cups

Interpretation: Through diplomacy and wise leadership, I will find stability and balance while fostering love, empathy and acceptance.

Love

- Queen of Pentacles

Interpretation: I will give myself permission to rise to my potential, warts and all. Abundance in the form of self-love is essential to a life well-lived.

Summer 1

- 3 of Wands

Interpretation: Opportunities will arrive as I continue to move in the right direction. I will keep going as I manifest what I have prepared for years ago.

Summer 2

- The World

Interpretation: A blissful and happy ending is upon me. I will welcome this beautiful shift as it expands my consciousness and prepares me for the next adventure.

Travel

- 2 of Cups

Interpretation: A beginning of a new partnership or friendship is near, resulting in the merging of 2 paths and kindred spirits.

Explorations

- King of Pentacles

Interpretation: Every lesson, challenge, success and failure in my life led to more personal growth. I will cultivate my past and dream my biggest light to life.

Hearth

- 3 of Cups

Interpretation: Nothing is too big or too small to celebrate. I will trust my heart to lead me to genuine friendships that make life more joyful.

Home

- The Tower

Interpretation: An unexpected change will challenge you to the point where you will need to re-evaluate, re-direct, re-establish and re-align in order to move toward the brightest light.

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My overall thoughts:

Once again, I have no idea what to expect for the upcoming year. I know that at the moment, I'm at a bit of a crossroads and I'm doing my best to not feel afraid of what's to come.

The 4 of Pentacles is not a bad Theme of the Year. Clearly I am building toward something -- hopefully it will include paying off medical bills and reducing debt -- but at the moment, I don't know what that something is.

Let's just say I know more of what I do not want than what I do want.

There are a lot of major arcana for this upcoming year (although 1 less than last year), and it's important to remember that it is mostly pretty balanced:

The Tower

The World

The Devil

The Empress

The Fool

Justice

The Sun

The Moon

Considering what's going on in the world (especially in my country of the U.S.), I think the best I can do is take every day one day at a time.

#halloween #halloween 2023 #the occult #witchblr #tarotblr #divination #tarot reading #tarot community #samhain 2023 #samhain #all hallows eve #witch's new year #tarot #oct 2023 #allhallowtide #all saints day #all souls day

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ariel-seagull-wings · 7 months

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TOP 05 SELF CONTAINING IDW PUBLISHING GHOSTBUSTERS COMICS

@bixiebeet @professorlehnsherr-almashy @spengnitzed @janeb984 @slimerspengler @amalthea9

So, over the years, there have been several comic series based on the GHOSTBUSTERS franchise, mostly based on THE REAL GHOSTBUSTERS cartoon. In 2008, IDW Publishing acquired the comic book rights to the franchise, primarily focusing on the original films.

Written by Erik Burnham and illustrated by Dan Schoening, the series are littered with plenty of callbacks for long-time fans of the franchise to spot. The comics and their volume collections often feature supplementary material, such as the P.C.O.C. pages by Tristan Jones. Before a full crossover happened, some issues of the comic also had backup stories set in the continuity of THE REAL GHOSTBUSTERS.

The main 2011 series is long, takes a lot of time to get invested and after 2014 its has been primarily focused on multiverse crossovers rather than moving the character development forward. Fortunally, if you want to enjoy the characters adventures in a comic format in a short period of time, there are miniseries and one-shots with a self containing beggining, middle and end, some made by the team of Erik Burnham and Dan Schoening, others made by different creative teams.

Here, I will present a recomendation list of five self containing IDW Publishing GHOSTBUSTERS Comics that can be enjoyed and understood on their own:

05° GHOSTBUSTERS YEAR ONE

Published in 2020, this minisseries focuses on a series of interviews made by the journalist Rebecca Morales, who is working in writing a book about the GHOSTBUSTERS and their battle against Gozer. It follows their everyday lifes in the weeks after the defeat of Gozer, and flashbacks of dealing with haunting cases that didn't appeared in the work days montage of the original movie, including exploring how was Winston Zeddemore's proper beggining as a team member.

04° GHOSTBUSTERS 35º ANNIVERSARY

Published in 2019, to celebrate the 35th anniversary of the original movie's release, this minisseries follows the four hero's in an adventure to discover the mistery of a strange artifact connected to the literary narrative of Atlantis.

03° GHOSTBUSTERS 35° ANNIVERSARY: THE REAL GHOSTBUSTERS

The second comic released during the celebration of the 35th anniversary of the original movie's release, this time set in the universe of THE REAL GHOSTBUSTERS, it follows the four hero's investigation of a rival company called Spooks Away that is misteriously stealing their cases away.

02° GHOSTBUSTERS: DEVIATIONS

Ghostbusters: Deviations is a one-shot comic book which takes part in a five week company event in March 2016 spotlighting what-if stories at pivotal points in a franchise's history. In a world, where on that fateful day in New York, the Ghostbusters did NOT cross streams, and were thus unable to destroy Gozer or close his portal. Now, 31 days later, NYC has descended into chaos and ruin, ruled by the Stay Puft Marshmallow Man, and the GHOSTBUSTERS have to find a solution to go back in time and save the City.

01° GHOSTBUSTERS: WHAT IN SAMHAIM JUST HAPPENED?

What in Samhain Just Happened?! is the fourth one shot in a series of holiday-themed Ghostbusters comic books by IDW Publishing that released in October of 2010.

Television producer Artie Lester is haunted by a pumpkin-headed ghost and tries to hire the Ghostbusters to capture it. The Ghostbusters refuse when they learn Lester plans to film the bust and make it a television special. However, Janine secretly tries to capture the entity to earn the fifty thousand dollars Lester promised.

#ghostbusters #idw ghostbusters #comic books

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omayovaomen · 1 year

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This is dark. But the world is already plenty absurd on its own, so I didn’t have to add any of that. 🌀

The iPad was created in 2010. Does anyone else find a weird correlation between a decade of constant mobile connection and the glitchy entropic happenings of 2020?

We are drowning in s3mant1c n0iz3.

Nothing means anything more, it’s all virtue signaling for clout and ego.

All talk no action.

The internet has confused our brains and is actively scrambling the minds of our youth.

To remain ignorant to this problem is to enable to problem.

We are not looking out for our most vulnerable populations-THE CHILDREN.

Women are responsible to the safety of women and children.

The world is run by pedophilic men.

The internet is their portal to your children.

Wake the fuck up.

The bourgeoisie drink the blood of the young.

✨🖤Happy Samhain🖤✨

#Youtube

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tache-noire · 2 years

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The Birth Of A Ghoul

Rating: 18+ (explicit sexual + gore content)

Ship: Papa II + GN!Reader

Content: Ritual sex, made-up occult shit, demonic/possessed Papa II, scratching/clawing, biting, blood, transformation, WEIRD SHIT ALRIGHT YOU KIND OF GET SKINNED BUT ITS OK??

Summary: On the night of Samhain, there is a very special ritual available to the bravest and most devoted of Siblings. One of feral passion. Of body and blood. (reposted from 2020-- small edits have been made.)

They wouldn’t tell you what the ritual entailed. When you asked what their rebirth was like, they had dreamy looks on their faces as they struggled to put into words how beautiful it was. How it feels to be so fully enveloped in the welcoming arms of Satan, and filled with such pure, unholy power by His chosen conduit.

You trust the ghouls, of course. You’ve always known them to be absolutely honest, for better or worse (and of course, “I won’t tell you” isn’t technically a lie). It’s in their nature. But their endorsements do nothing so soothe your nerves as you approach the heavy doors of the chamber. You can hear the rhythmic tap and scrape of claws on stone behind it, pacing back and forth. Waiting. Now and then, a low growl.

Samhain. A night of devils. The night when new ghouls are born.

And you, the first to be reborn this year.

The dim chamber is very cool as you slip through the door, your escorts quickly shutting and locking it behind you. In the center of the hexagonal room is a broad marble altar, over a circular grate. The stone floor slopes ever so slightly toward it. It almost goes unnoticed by you. It feels more like you’re being pulled toward it by a heavy psychic force. One emanating from the figure now standing still before the slab. His face is so very different from the one you’re used to, but you know who exactly you’re addressing here, with your nervous, breathless little voice.

“Papa.”

His eyes— symmetrical now in their piercing whiteness— lock onto yours. Above them, two curved horns have erupted through his skin, and rather recently, it seems. Fresh, red blood joins black and white paint in twin rivers down his face. Between the two crimson stripes, his typically hawk-like nose is wrinkled and upturned in a snarl. Finally, beneath that, his mouth gapes open slightly, unable to fully close around elongated fangs.

Terrifying, but glorious.

He wears a simple black robe similar to your own pure white one, though his clothes are clearly disheveled and haphazardly draped over his otherwise naked body.

You know you shouldn’t stare in such a way, but you can’t help how your eyes are drawn down the man’s exposed chest… Catching the start of a trail of silver-dusted hair and continuing to the inevitable conclusion at the end of it. Before your very eyes, your unholy Papa’s cock gives an interested twitch.

A low growl rumbles from his chest, and your gaze snaps back up to his face.

“My child. Come to me.”

Your blood chills in your veins at the dual voice he speaks with. One in familiar, heavily-accented English, the other like the echo of distant thunder across a canyon, in a language you don’t quite recognize. The voice of something ancient, eternal, powerful. The sound of answered prayers.

He offers his claw-tipped hand and you take it without hesitation. You’re quickly wrapped up in his arms and robe, frozen still by sharp teeth grazing your neck. Despite the fear fluttering in your heart, you tilt your head to open yourself more. This is what you have always wanted.

“Tonight, I am a Vessel of our Lord Satan. I am called to fulfill the sacred duty He has bestowed unto me, and add onto His unholy legion.”

He pauses a moment, and you nod, urging him to continue.

“Will you give yourself to me, my child? For all of eternity?”

You shiver in his grasp. Your hands shake as you return his embrace.

“Yes, Papa. My Lord.”

You answer them both with reverence, and you feel that the dark lord is pleased with you. A tidal wave of pride and warmth and gratitude washes over you with such force that your legs fail you. Papa catches you. Scoops you up. Lays you down on the altar with all the delicacy and care of a parent putting their newborn to bed. He opens your robe, and before you have the chance to feel the chill air on your skin, he’s descending upon it with open-mouthed kisses and hungry swipes of his tongue. At the same time your body is ravished, you feel your very soul consumed with fiery passion, far beyond anything merely sexual. It truly is beautiful beyond words.

You moan shamelessly as his mouth roams further down, coming to a stop between your legs. In the cold of the ritual chamber, the heat of his hungry lips and tongue is magnified. At his urging, you bend your knees and allow him to push your thighs up and apart to give him better access. You’re rewarded by another jolt of praise from the Lord below and a long, slippery tongue slithering its way inside. It’s much longer than you remember seeing— and certainly longer than it has any right to be. You’re not complaining, though. Not when it’s so carefully stretching you and licking all the right spots at your core. As your orgasm approaches, you reach down, desperate for something to hold onto, and your beloved Papa provides. He meshes his clawed fingers with yours and doubles down on his ministrations, licking and sucking and nibbling at your tender flesh as you convulse and shout your pleasure to the sky.

Your legs are still trembling when he rises up and looms over your supine form. In the shadow, you can see his eyes glowing with a faint light— like the hypnotizing glow of the moon.

“Do you wish to pledge your body and soul to the gods of Hell and revel for eternity in the love of the Father Satanas, the light of His chosen son Lucifer, and the praise of the unholy spirits residing in all who follow Him?”

The otherworldly voice in your mind echoes the question, sweet and inviting even though His language is foreign to you. He’s begging to enter your soul just as his messenger begs to enter your body, anxiously rutting between your legs and digging his claws into your hips. He wants you.

Who are you to deny your Lord, after all he’s given you? Furthermore, how can you deny yourself the pleasure of indulging the infernal lust of Papa Emeritus II?

“Please take me. I belong to you.”

As soon as the words leave your lips, you’re pierced to your very core, filled to the brim with his feverish cock. His fangs clamp onto the junction between your shoulder and neck. Miraculously, you feel no pain, yet you can smell your own blood in the air. You feel… Something truly indescribable. Every word that comes to mind— ecstasy, rapture, euphoria— seems an egregious understatement. Your skin tingles with electricity. Your whole body feels taut and fragile like a soap bubble, ready to burst at any moment. It’s terrifying and exciting all at once.

The demonic man on top of you shows no concern for your tenuous state as he finds his rhythm, snarling each time he pounds into you. Cracks begin to form. Between the gaps, your new self peeks through. Your skin prickles and burns, peeling at the edges and causing you to whimper your discomfort into your master’s shoulder. His fangs release their hold on your neck, and you feel a low rumble through his chest as his tongue smooths over the bloody punctures.

For the first time, your Lord speaks to you directly, and you find that you understand now. “E̴n̵d̸u̴r̶e̴ ̵j̴u̴s̶t̵ ̷a̶ ̴w̵h̷i̵l̴e̴ ̴l̶o̸n̶g̸e̴r̵,̷ ̷m̶y̴ ̴c̷h̶i̵l̸d̴.”

You obey without hesitation, clenching your jaw and steeling yourself. His Vessel lifts you off of the altar and kisses you deeply before digging his claws into your back and raking them down either side of your spine. You arch and howl in pain, trying and failing to push him away. You can feel loose strips of skin hanging from your back and your own blood flowing from the gashes. All the while your bodies remain interlocked, bathed in your own blood and consumed by unearthly pleasure that feels infinite, even as its end approaches.

As the last fibres of your humanity fall away, you’re thrown back down onto the stone altar, in a puddle of cooling blood. Your beloved Papa, your master, grips your thighs, bends you in half, and fucks you even harder and deeper than before, closing his eyes and snarling with the effort. Each thrust echoes up your spine, building upon the last until you can’t think anymore, only feel. Sweet lord below, do you feel. The slight draft in the chamber envelopes and caresses you like an affectionate cat, and the breath in your lungs has never felt so full nor tasted so sweet. The Second’s panting against your shoulder is suddenly so much more vivid, more intimate, and you can’t help but sigh and hold him close to bask in that warmth.

Your transformation is completed and sealed as you climax in unison with your Lord and his Vessel.

When you finally come back to your newly-sharpened senses, Papa is still holding you. Or rather, you’re still holding him, with equally new, inhuman strength. You quickly let go and stammer out an apology. He raises a hand to quiet you, then offers it to help you sit up.

“You are a ghoul of Air. It suits you.”

“What makes you say that?”

“Siblings who stand out from the rest of the choir usually end up being Air ghouls, if they submit to the ritual. Something about breath control, sound waves, that kind of thing.”

You can’t help but preen under such high praise.

“Everyone did always tell me I sang like an angel. I knew my skills belonged somewhere better.”

Papa snorts.

“A ghoul of Air and Pride. Not even God can save us now.”

Your face grows hot, and your brows furrow. Your tail (oh, hello there) flicks angrily.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

He shakes his head and stands. He hands you a clean, black robe to wear, which you do with a fair amount of reluctance. You can hardly feel the breeze under so much fabric.

“Go on. Tonight is a night for Ghouls to roam free and do what they’re born to. Sing discord and madness into the wind. Be the unholy wail that reminds them not to linger out at night. You’ll know what to do.”

He motions for the door. Another crisp draft rolls past, and you feel your soul longing to follow it. Your steps feel lighter than air. Before you leave, though, you turn back. The scene is gory, soaked with blood and littered with your discarded mortal flesh, and for a moment you’re filled with fear for your new life and future. But then you feel the comforting presence of Satan within you. You feel His strength, His encouragement, and His guidance. You hear the late-autumn wind calling for you. You grin with your mouth full of fangs.

“Thank you, Papa!”

And like that, you’re gone. Freshly reborn into the world as a Nameless Ghoul.

#ghost band #ghost bc #the band ghost #papa emeritus II #papa II #reader insert #nsft

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jonasemanuelhp · 1 year

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Todos mis libros, hasta el momento

Me llamo Elián 2021

El viaje de Orfeo 2021

Hugo está enamorado 2022

Papá Samhain (espero que este 2023)

Cómic Mitos:

Mitos I 2014

Mitos II 2016

Mitos III 2016

Mitos IV 2017

Mitos V 2019

Mitos VI 2020

Mitos VII 2021

Mitos VIII 2022

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morgandria · 1 year

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Time marches on. We had wild windy wet weather and now the leaves are mostly gone - just some scant fringes of gold clinging to flutter on the branches. It’s still quite warm for this time of year, but not excessively. Normally it will snow before Samhain but I’m not expecting it to this year. Night closes in swiftly, but the twilight is long and languid in the sky. I love the soft language of November, grey and gold, framed in Prussian blue. I haven’t heard too many geese yet this year - again, it’s warm - but I expect they’ll be moving soon. One of the things I treasure most about Samhain is having the temple lit and ready for ritual, and listening to the geese call from the lake as I wait in silence for the coven to come down the hill and join me.

We have borrowed a live trap to see if we can’t catch the black cat that’s been coming around every morning. The cameras our neighbours have catches it every day at the same time as it goes from our door to theirs, so we’re hoping it is Cerri and we can bring her home. The cat looks very skinny, though, so I don’t know if it’s her. The shelter we borrowed the trap from pointed out that if she had picked up worms she might be that thin now, though, so I’m trying to squeeze a bit more hope out of my asshole brain. If it’s not her, we’ll take the cat to get scanned for a microchip at the SPCA and decide what we’re doing from there.

We did our bivalent covid boosters last weekend. It was a rough week for me - stomach’s been terrible, and the fatigue has been next-level - but I’m hoping things will settle soon. Samhain is one of those sabbats where I need to have my shit together and functioning, because there’s plenty of things to organize and set up. I also have a bunch of cooking and baking to do this week before I go, so I really don’t have time for the human suit to fall apart. Realistically it does mean that if I’m rough, I just start dropping the stuff that I can drop and focus on what really needs to happen. But it irritates me no end when I have to. I accept that if I don’t find myself space to rest this week, I am going to run myself ragged before I even get to coven.

So yeah. Soul cakes and cat traps and holy hell how is it already November? My sense of time was already pretty circular and at odds with the linear one the world uses, but ever since 2020 everything feels too fast and simultaneously too slow.

#personal #Samhain

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orlissa · 2 years

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For therapeutic purposes, here is the full story of the person who owes me a buttload of money.

So, her name is Imola--she is an old family friend, my mom used to work for her mom, doing embroidery and stuff, when I was a kid. I’ve known her for ever. She is about 15 years older than me, married with two kids, a seamstress by profession.

The fall of 2016 she got this idea that she wanted to buy a small, already operating store selling vintage home decor, but she didn’t have enough money for it. At the time I was doing my MA, my parents were still supporting me, and was doing translation on the side, so I had some savings--and so Imola had this idea to borrow from me. To this day I stand by my word that mom my pressured into it, although she says otherwise. Anyway, I did end up lending Imola 1.3 million forint, which would be about $3600 today, but like during the first two years of my phd, aka the first time I had a steady monthy income, I got 140.000 forint (~$390), and that was enough to live on. We even wrote a contract, signed by a notary public, which was Imola’s idea, and she even paid for it. As per the contract, she was to pay me back my money by February 28, 2017 in one sum, with no interest (but if she didn’t pay on time, she’d have to pay a 10% interest, which part I completely forgot about until last year, but which also means that by now the full sum she is to pay back to me is nearly 2 million forint).

She didn’t pay by the deadline, and I didn’t force it, partially because “she is a family friend, she has been helping us [my parents] out a lot” and partially because, as a seamstress, she would help me out with cosplay stuff (although she would half-ass it to a point that some of the stuff she made for me could be worn only once, with no chance of repearing it). One of the things she made was a skirt for a steampunk corset I bought. That steampunk outfit was my dream for years. This will be important.

Some time later, I want to say 2018-2019, but I don’t actually remember, she asked to borrow the whole steampunk outfit and my other, green corset (which was part of my Enchantress cosplay, which included a miniskirt made of chiffon and satin ribbons) so she could display it in her shop window. She said that in exchance she’d make a similar skirt for the green corset as well. I did lend her these outfits, I even saw the steampunk one in her store window.

At some point after this, she silently sold the store. She still didn’t pay me back, nor did she give back my dresses. At this point I was heavily pressuring her into doing both, reminding her of her debt and my stuff, but she remained dismissive, showing a kind of “I’ll do it when I do it, don’t worry about it” attitude.

Come October 2020, when finally, after months of begging, she got around to bringin back my steampunk dress (only that one; I still haven’t seen my green corset). I was excited, because I was having a little Samhain get together with my friends (all complying with covid restrictions), and I wanted to wear that. Only I couldn’t: the boning of the corset was in channels made from faux leather, and while the dress was at Imola’s/on display, the faux leather ripped, and the boning was poking out in several places. It was unwearable. I cried for two hours. That was the last straw. I talked with Imola about it, she “apologized” and said she’d repair it (the only way to repair it is to change all the boning channels on it, which I doubt she did). She took it away some weeks later. That was 1,5 years ago. She still hasn’t returned it.

Done with her bullshit, I made an ultimatum the next year: either she starts paying her debt in installments starting in March (as the end of February was the 4th anniversary of her original deadline), or I’m taking this to court. The original agreement then was she had to pay at least 50.000 forint (~$140) a month (once again: her full debt is nearly 2 million by now), and if she misses two months in a row, I’m taking this to court. Which led to her paying basically every other month.

January this year I told her this won’t do, we’re changing the terms: she is to pay every month by the 25th, and if she misses that, I’m taking this to court. She said okay. She basically never pays by the 25th. She missed the March payment, paid it in early April. Had to remind her two or three times that she needs to pay the April amount in April as well. And now she is saying she can’t pay in May. With the current pace, she’ll ba paying me for at least 3-4 more years. And let’s not talk about my ruined dress and my emotional distress. I’m... I’m done.

#personal

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