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wanders-in-wonderland · 8 months

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Electrified

Waking up naked and tied to a gynecologist chair with my feet in the stirrups and arms secured above my head. I can’t move, can’t escape, and there’s a gag in my mouth so I can’t even make a sound. There’s a tray of instruments, toys, dildos, vibrators, and more next to me and I feel myself getting wet with fear and anticipation. He walks in and doesn’t say a single word to me, just sits down between my legs and gets to work.

The first thing he does is grab a syringe filled with some kind of liquid. He ignores my whining and attempts at breaking free and injects whatever is in the syringe into my thigh. The sting fades quickly and I feel my entire body start to heat up. It’s an aphrodisiac.

My pussy is dripping wet now, clenching softly, achingly empty while my clit is pulsing in time with my heartbeat. My nipples are suddenly so hard and sensitive, even the air feels overwhelming. I’m squirming the best I can, trying to make the feelings go away but I can’t.

He grabs a blindfold from the tray and ties it around my head and I’m completely blind, no way to tell what’s coming next. All my remaining senses are heightened and I can feel my arousal dripping down my cunt.

I can hear him clattering around on the tray, grabbing different things. Suddenly, I feel his lips on my nipple as he closes his mouth around one while his fingers pluck at the other. It feels so good but at the same time not enough to satisfy the need that’s building inside of me. His mouth pulls away without warning and I feel the cold, metal teeth of a clamp come down on my nipple. I scream behind the gag as pain explodes from my nipple, but it makes my pussy drool even more. He does the same to my other nipple and I’m panting and shaking by the time he’s done.

He pulls away and I’m left aching and throbbing. I feel his fingers trail along my stomach, down towards between my legs. He gently rakes a finger over my clit and I buck and scream, the feeling amplified a hundred-fold by the drug he’d injected earlier. I feel his tongue press gently against my clit and with no other warning, he dives in, eating me out like a man starved.

It feels unbelievable, the pleasure coursing through me, everything so sensitive and so good. He wraps his lips around my clit and sucks hard and I scream in response. He slides two fingers into my clenching pussy, curling up to hit my g-spot, making me see stars. The throbbing in my nipples seems to add to the pleasure, the pain mixing with all the other feelings to create an indescribable inferno.

I feel myself barreling towards an orgasm, every cell in my body filling with pleasure when without warning, he snaps a clamp onto my clit. I wail, the pain mixing with the built-up pleasure exploding in a horrible, ruined orgasm that leaves me gasping and crying. Every feeling is narrowed to my clit where the clamp is digging into my swollen button. I shake my head, begging him to take the clamp off behind my gag. My tears have soaked through the blindfold and I’m overwhelmed by every feeling.

I barely notice him pulling away from me, all I can think about is the clamp on my clit. Suddenly, I feel a sharp pain dancing on my nipples, like I’ve been shocked. The feeling hits a second time and I lurch upwards, moaning and thrashing, trying to dislodge the clamps. I whimper softly as he zaps my nipples a third time, this time with a much lower intensity. Every feeling compounds and every prickle of pain seems to make my cunt drip even more. The aphrodisiac running through my veins makes every feeling more intense, and pain blends into pleasure.

I feel the slightest buzz on my clit and my blood runs cold. I wail behind the gag, begging him to stop, begging for him to leave my clit alone but he ignores me without a care. A harsh zap hits my clit and I see white. The pain is excruciating but exquisite as every part of my body clenches in response.

The next zap hits my clit and nipples at the same time and I explode. He maintains the electricity, forcing my body to endure the continuous pain and pleasure as I cum in agony. The clamps don’t let up, even after I’ve cum and I feel myself climbing higher and higher as my pussy clenches around nothing over and over again. All of the pleasure seems to combine into a single moment of pure torture as he increases the intensity of the electricity. And I wail in response, feeling my next orgasm rip out of me, my cunt squirting my release out. My thighs are trembling, my whole body shaking, and the air in my lungs is coming out in harsh sobs. Finally, he lets up and I feel the electricity fizzle out.

I’m half unconscious when he pulls the clamps off my nipples and clit, ignoring my whimpers of pain when the blood comes rushing back. He pulls the blindfold off my eyes and the gag away from my mouth and I watch him lean in close to me with a dangerous smile, “Oh honey, we’re not even close to being done.”

He leans in and captures my lips in a bruising kiss, his tongue dominating my mouth. I whimper into him, arching up to get as close as possible to him. One of his hands comes up and wraps around my throat, applying just enough pressure to hold me down without cutting off my air. He ravages my mouth and pulls away, smiling down at me with dark promises in his eyes.

I smile up at him, knowing he has much more planned for me. “Thank you, Sir.”

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philistiniphagottini · 17 days

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Divine Beast, With Grace Replete

This is really horny and so self indulgent it will probably rot your brain but I craved to write something so catered to me and make you all suffer. I hope you enjoy :)

cw. smut, penetrative sex, oral sex (fem receiving), squirting, creampie, heat cycles, vidyadhara reader, female reader 3.8k words

nsfw below the cut

"Ahh Bladie~"

A salacious moan tickled the back of your throat as a spine-tingling shiver crept down your spine, causing heat to rapidly pool in the pit of your stomach. You shivered on top of Blade, his strong, scarred hands planted firmly on your hips as he pushed, fingers sinking into your pliant body until the skin spilled between his digits. Another loud moan bubbled up your throat as the fire in the pit of your stomach was stoked into fiercer flames, your eyes just as dazed as your mind as Blade dragged his rough tongue through your creamy folds.

Your wet pussy clenched around his tongue as it parted your silky folds, sinking into your quivering hole as he buried his head further between the apex of your thighs. Your soft thighs quivered around his head, wisps of long, dark hair tickling the sensitive skin as he forced you to sit, resting more of your weight on top of him as he happily suffocated himself between your thick thighs. You couldn’t stop whining for him, lungs pinching in your chest and mouth dry as you struggled to peel your tongue off the roof of your mouth. You could barely think past the thick haze clouding your mind, the rampant heat inside of you making your stomach tense as you desperately sought more friction.

Your hips shuddered as you rolled them with every shaky breath, your neglected clit throbbing for attention as you grind against Blade’s tongue. The tips of your ears turned hot at the obscene sounds coming from between your legs as Blade’s wet lips smacked together, tongue piercing your centre as it wriggled and twisted inside of you. You could feel it drag against your plush walls as Blade groaned beneath you, your sweet nectar dripping into his waiting mouth and causing drool to drip from the corners of his mouth. Black nails sank into your hips, encouraging the hedonistic rhythm of your hips as you were rocked back and forth on his greedy mouth, nails carving crescent shaped marks into your searing flesh.

A soft growl stirred in your throat, followed by a pleased purr as your sharp teeth gnashed together. Your long, serpentine tail swished across the sweat soaked sheets beneath you, gold scales shimmering beneath the dim light as it coiled and twisted. The knot in your stomach twisted tighter, your gold horns illuminating your flustered expression as they softly glowed along with the arousal simmering hotly in your veins. Your shaky hands gripped Blade’s throat as you leaned forward, allowing his tongue to slip deeper inside of you as the tip scraped against the most sacred place inside you. A strangled noise rumbled in Blade’s chest as you gripped his throat tighter, Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed thickly.

"Blade" you called again.

You were starting to lose all sentient thoughts again. All you could focus on was how your current heat cycle ravaged your mind and body, reducing you to nothing but a whimpering, snarling beast as you sought pleasure to sate the inferno raging inside of you. Your breathing grew ragged as Blade continued to indulge you, his freakishly long tongue brushing against the opening of your cervix as your pussy slobbered filthy around the slick appendage. Stars swirled in your vision as your hungry gaze raked over his naked body laying prone beneath you. You swallowed the budding saliva on your tongue, tasting the desire in the back of your throat as you watched the mesmerising way his cock would bob with every uneven breath you took. The fat tip of his cock slapped against his stomach as you mewled, drooling thick drops of pre-cum that stained his skin with beads of white. Your fingers squeezed around his wind pipe, a noise of approval stirring in Blade’s throat as you kneaded the flesh beneath you like a needy cat. You could taste his arousal on the tip of your tongue as you breathed deep, letting the pheromones of your own arousal mix with the heady aroma as it curled in your lungs.

Your claws sank into his throat as the blistering coil in the pit of your stomach finally threatened to snap, the pleasure you had been seeking so tantalisingly close it made your head feel giddy. A string of babbles spilled from your mouth, incoherent words mixing into the cacophony of noises that crawled out of your throat as your body teetered on the edge of the crumbling precipice. Your chest heaved with exertion, soft tits bouncing and nipples pebbling with arousal as the tip of Blade’s tongue indulged in the taste of your womb, bumping against the soft, gummy patch deep inside of you that made fireworks explode in your belly.

Your golden tail squirmed, thumping harshly against silken sheets as the coil in the pit of your stomach shattered into a million tiny pieces. You came with a primal cry, voice stinging your throat as white-hot euphoria flooded your veins with relief. Your pussy spasmed around the harsh push of his tongue, hot walls gripping him tight as your sweet nectar spilled into his mouth. A growl vibrated beneath you, causing your toes to curl into the soles of your feet as your back arched with a graceful curve, talons raking across his flesh as the pressure in your stomach continued to burn. You squealed as Blade pressed his fingers against your clit, the bundle of nerves shrieking from the sudden attention as he rubbed it in quick circles. You shuddered as your pussy spilled more slick against his face, pretty pearls of white dripping down your trembling thighs as Blade drank his fill.

You whimpered as his sharp teeth pressed against your fluttering pussy, the intimate press of his mouth making the heat bubble in your stomach once more as the infuriating knot coiled once more. A constellation of tears clung to the edges of your lashes as your knees wobbled, pleasure still sparking in your system as you fought to regain any semblance of control with your spiralling senses.

You were given a brief moment of reprieve when Blade finally lifted your hips, tongue parting from you with a slick pop. You breathed a heavy sigh, an ache resonating deep in your bones as your body pitched forward and you collapsed into the warm embrace of your nest. Soft sheets of silk and fluffy blankets hugged your body as you sank into the comforting confines, small trinkets of silver and gold brushing against your overheating flesh as you tried to reign in your harsh breathing. You hummed softly as you nuzzled your face into a soft pillow, your senses comforted when your reassuring scent mixed with that of your mate, Blade, tickled your nose.

You felt strong hands on your body, scarred skin causing goosebumps to prickle along your flesh as your tail shuddered in excitement. You were carefully coaxed onto your back, your dazed eyes gazing into piercing orbs of red as Blade stared down at you. A soft mewl rumbled in your chest as your tail lazily coiled around his ankle, your hands pawing at his chest as you tried to coax him into coming closer to you.

"Blade, please" you mumbled.

You couldn’t articulate well what you wanted. The stifling heat that suffocated your senses was already demanding to be sated again. You needed him. You wanted him. You desired for him to nestle so deep inside you until you couldn’t tell where either of you began or ended. Yet you could barely force the words out, mind and body too overstimulated and overwhelmed with your heat cycle that you were nearly rendered mute, unable to effectively communicate what it was that you wanted. Luckily for you, Blade had become so accustomed to your heat cycles that on instinct, his body knew exactly what you craved and how to sate it.

His eyes flickered like bright candle wicks as his large hands curved around your hips, rubbing fondly against your soft belly as he nudged your thighs apart with his knee. A pleased sound rumbled in his chest at the sight of your pussy dribbling slick, arousal staining the soft insides of your thighs as your twitching clit flushed to life once more.

"Does my little dragon desire more?" Blade asked, a teasing lilt to his voice as his hungry eyes raked across your naked body.

You dumbly nodded along to his words, tail twisting tighter around his leg as you tried to usher him into your arms. A lazy smirk crawled over Blade’s lips as he hovered closer, your nostrils flaring as the heady scent of his natural musk pierced your senses. It only caused your pussy to gush like a river as you ached with desire. You whimpered as Blade’s thick fingers ghosted along your dripping slit, toying with the pretty pearl between your sticky thighs.

"Your pretty little cunt is drooling for me" Blade said, his voice brushing against your ear in a husky whisper.

You trembled with want beneath him, a whimper getting caught in your throat as your sharp teeth chewed on the dry skin of your lips. You eagerly leaned into Blade’s touch as he dragged his hands along your body, back arching as his warm hands engulfed your trembling bosom. Your breath hitched as Blade leaned closer, his leg pushing between your thick thighs and offering you a small mercy to let you grind on his muscular leg for relief. Your slick pussy slipped along his leg as his hot breath fanned against the shell of your pointed ear, scarred fingertips pinching the stiff, pink tips of your nipples and causing soft moans to stir in your chest.

Your teeth dug the insides of your mouth as Blade’s lips trailed up, mouth hovering closer to the glowing horns nestled on top of your head. You released your bruised lips with an abrupt cry as Blade’s tongue swiped over a golden horn, a faint shimmer of light echoing as your horns glowed along to your sudden spike in arousal. A chuckle breezed past Blade’s lips at your reaction, thighs tensed around his leg as you desperately grind your dripping pussy into his leg and applied pressure to your swollen clit.

"Needy" Blade stated with a click of his tongue.

You raked your nails across his broad chest as he flickered his tongue along the branches of your glowing horns, your fingers scratching across pale scars and dipping into rough cuts as you pawed at him.

"Please Blade, need you inside me" you mewled, body twisting as you tried to offer up more of yourself for his viewing pleasure. "Blade…Ren…"

Tears dripped down your flushed cheeks as your emotions twisted and coiled. You couldn’t control how your body reacted any longer. You were just along for the ride at this point. Blade hushed you with a gentleness that most wouldn’t think he was capable of, hands cupping your burning cheeks as his thumbs dabbed under your swollen eyes. You sniffled softly, your tail weaving between Blade’s thighs as the smooth scales dragged across his skin. They were normally cool but during your heat cycle, the scales would burn as hot as the coals of a forge, branding all it touched. Not even a wince of pain crossed his visage as he continued to hush you, wiping away the tear stains as his lips pressed to your forehead.

"Don’t cry, little dragon. I’ll give you what you want."

He was a tool to be used. A solution to your problem. A remedy to what you craved. A sigh blew past his lips as your body started to relax a little, tension easing from your taut muscles. A soft purr vibrated in your throat as Blade’s hands returned to kneading at your chest, squeezing your soft tits together as he pushed his hips forward. A pleased moan escaped your lips as your hands caressed his hips, fingers dancing along his alluring v-line as he rutted the head of his cock against your slick clit. Your body thrummed with renewed arousal as Blade caught your lips in a searing kiss, tongue prying the seams of your lips apart and delving into the hot cavern of your mouth. You could taste your own slick on his tongue as you hungrily sucked on it, heat coiling low in the pit of your stomach as Blade swallowed every eager noise that tried to crawl out of your throat.

Your legs tangled loosely around Blade’s waist as the tip of his cock pressed against your sopping entrance, the round head catching on your fluttering hole as your body tried to suck him in. Blade couldn’t contain the mirthful laugh that rumbled in his chest as he parted from your lips, hips rocking forward as he slowly pierced your centre. Your hands scrambled for purchase, wrapping around his back as his thick girth started to stretch you. Your pussy burned with strain as he continued to rock forward, the pressure of your pussy being split open emptying your head of every single thought. Your tail coiled tighter around him like a snake, constricting his thigh as you moaned and clawed at his back, urging him to sheathe himself inside of you faster.

The breathe was stolen from your lungs when you finally got what you wished for, his cock dragging along your gummy walls as he seated himself inside of you. He was only halfway in when he already felt your walls constricting around him, your delicate body wracked with another mind-numbing orgasm as your pussy drooled around him. A snarl threatened to tear from his throat as he groaned deeply, teeth bared as your warm pussy squeezed him snuggly. Beads of arousal dripped down the sides of his cock as he continued to push into you, working up a slow steady rhythm that had you writhing in your nest of fluffy blankets. You pressed your heels against the small dip in his back, talons scratching down his back and leaving behind thin, red welts that made his vision swirl. A shaky breath escaped Blade’s parted lips as he brushed his nose along your throat, letting your intoxicating smell consume his senses further. Normal humans shouldn’t be able to perceive the pheromones that a Vidyadhara in heat could give off. But then again, he ceased being "normal" a long time ago and the scent filling his lungs only stirred his hunger for you as it gnawed in the pit of his stomach like a starving beast thrashing in its cage.

He tasted the perspiration on your skin as your insides turned to mush around the shape of his cock, his thick girth bullying your insides as the flames of passion licked at the base of your spine once more. Your lips parted around his name yet no sound came out, only your stuttering breaths as Blade’s lips wrapped around a pert nipple. Your hips jolted, the tip of your tail squirming as your eyes screwed shut against the onslaught of bliss. The brief moment of darkness was a small blessing as the pleasure buzzed around you like a persistent swarm of insects. You whimpered as Blade pressed the flat of his tongue around a hard tip, teeth clamping down on the sensitive nerve and sending a jolt of electricity to race along the curve of your spine. Your nails bit into his skin as another rush of pleasure tore you asunder, your pussy gushing and spilling more slick on his cock as he thrust deeper inside of you.

The hunger inside of you still wasn’t sated and demanded even more as your body was drenched in a hot flush, sweat dotting your brow as every hair on the nape of your neck stood up. You could feel Blade carving a path in the deepest parts of you, the fat head of his cock pressed against your cervix and aching to release a sticky load into your womb. Your skin tingled as his hips passionately snapped into yours, a forest of dark pubic hair tickling your clit as he ground his pubic bone into the swollen nub until it felt like your bones were going to turn to dust from the friction. You drooled as all your senses were assaulted with pleasure, the next orgasm building in your body threatened to tear into your body without remorse, nor surrender. You twisted beneath Blade as you finally found your voice.

"Blade…fuck…please."

Blade let go of your supple tits with a wet pop. He smoothed his hand over your round belly, feeling the soft bump as he moved intimately beneath your skin. His cock filled your insides with sticky warmth as he bullied it against your cervix, movements bordering on maddingly desperate as he craved to sully your womb.

"What do you want?" Blade asked with a purr of your name.

"Inside" you panted, tongue wetting your dry lips. "Please. Cum. Inside. Me."

You were starting to lose your voice again as you cracked at the edges, heart jumping up into your throat as your eyes fluttered open to stare into red, piercing orbs. Blade couldn’t ignore how you so sweetly called to him, luring him deeper into your warm embrace. It should be downright shameful how tightly he was wrapped around your finger. Perhaps he would have felt it if he wasn’t currently buried balls deep in your sopping cunt.

He pressed further into you as his arms wrapped around the bend of your knees, hoisting your legs higher over his back with a display of strength that had your mind and body singing with praises. He nudged his nose into the hollow of your throat, his sharp teeth following the searing trail his tongue left behind as he threatened to bite down. You tipped your head back and offered yourself up, needing for him to bury his pearly white canines into your flesh and mark you. You tucked your burning hot face into his shoulder as his teeth scraped along your throat and he finally decided to bite down.

You screamed loudly; voice muffled into his skin as his teeth pierced your flesh like a hot knife through butter. The sudden flash of pain only added fuel to the fire swirling in your stomach as the coil in your stomach unfurled once more. You lost track how many times you had already reached this same plateau of pleasure. Your hands tangled in Blade’s unkept hair, fingers threatening to rip it out his locks at the root as he growled into your skin, digging his teeth deeper until he could taste the ferrous bite of your blood spilling into his salivating mouth. Dizzying heat frayed every single white-hot nerve in your body, walls clamping and gripping Blade tightly as your slick juices coated his cock and abdomen with thin strands of translucent threads. Blade snarled into your neck as he rutted into you, unable to control the brazen heat in the pit of his stomach any longer as the pressure inside of him snapped.

Blade swore something foul, the words slurred into the hollow of your throat as your pussy squeezed him so tight he thought you were going to strangle him. He made you ride out the intense waves of your own lingering pleasure, your pussy still fluttering as he buried himself to the hilt inside of you. He groaned and grew still as ropes of his hot, viscous seed coated your walls, the thick, creamy warmth making your abdomen tingle as you were filled to the brim. The warmth overflowed and dribbled down your trembling thighs as Blade rocked forward, filling you with another heavy spurt that made you whine. The moment he let go of your wounded neck, you sank your own teeth into his shoulder blade, razor sharp needles piercing his flesh. He moaned hotly against the shell of your ear, teeth clamping down on your earring and rolling the cool metal around his tongue as your pussy milked him, squeezing another hot load of sticky warmth into your womb until your stomach was bloated with his thick seed.

Your tongue soothed the sting of your bite, poking against tender flesh as your own wound started to heal on its own rapidly. Blade had to work his teeth into your skin once more to leave behind the imprints of his teeth, lapping away any trickle of blood as he sucked on your throat. You purred like a contented cat beneath him, the dizzying heat clouding your mind slowly dissipating as your senses slowly crawled back to you. You were able to think a little more clearly now that your soft belly was round and full, instincts finally sated until whenever the hunger decided to rear its ugly head again. You stirred from your thoughts as Blade shifted above you, strong arms coiling around your waist as your positions were suddenly flipped.

A disgruntled noise was wrenched from your lips as you were abruptly nestled in his lap, thick rivulets of his seed spilling from your sore pussy from the sudden shift. You mewled at the loss, walls clenching tighter as you desperately tried to keep any more from dribbling out. Your tail shuddered when you felt the palm of his hand press against the small dip of your back, brushing against the sensitive base of your tail as the tip flickered back and forth.

"Blade" you whined softly, voice threatening to break into a croak from overuse. "Don’t move so suddenly."

A slow smile curled his lips as you rested your hands on his scarred chest, feeling his thunderous heartbeat dance beneath your fingertips as a soft chuckle stirred in his chest.

"Finally found your words?"

You hummed softly as you bunted your head against his chest, pressing your face into the crook of his neck as you lazily spread more of your scent across his body. Your draconic pride may have felt a little wounded if you weren’t in the midst of your heat cycle. Blade’s eyes slipped shut in a blissful moment of reprieve. He was going to be buried in your nest for a while and he learnt a long time ago that it was best to just accept his fate. He didn’t want to provoke your ire. Heavens forbid he piss off the Vidyadhara’s renowned Lady of Lightning. His lips twitched as his eyes slipped open, a hand idly rubbing at your round belly. If only others of your ilk could see their precious lady now…

With a soft grumble Blade forced himself to keep still and allowed you to rub your swollen scent glands into him, a loud purr vibrating in your chest as your tail swished happily behind you. His eyes followed the leisurely movements, lips pressed to the top of your head as you kneaded your hands into his muscular torso. He could feel the subtle grind of your hips as the lingering traces of heat stirred once more in the pit of your stomach. He cock was still rock hard inside you, assisting to keep you plugged up and stuffed full as your soft purrs of content filled the comfortable silence.

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baby1luv · 6 months

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#medfet #cnc kidnapping #r@pe fantasy #r@pe me #rough cnc #bd/sm daddy #fr33use #r@pe kink #r@pe play #bd/sm kink #tentacle smut

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xaharadesert · 5 months

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10 of my Favourite Horror (Adjacent) Movies and Why You Should Watch Them

(Not in any particular order or subgenre. TW are super vague, spoiler-free, and from my memory, but I would recommend looking up more specific ones before watching any of these if you are easily triggered. Not all triggers are listed because these are horror movies, so stuff like death and murder is to be expected.)

Let me know if y’all want a part 2, because I’ve got about 7 more! (It could have been one post if Tumblr didn’t limit my images to 10)

1. Parasite

A struggling lower class family slowly integrates itself into the household of a rich family without their knowledge.

Most of you have already seen this one, or been told to watch it. I am no different: this movie is popular for a very good reason. Divided into 3 clear acts, starting with comedy, and making its way through drama into horror. Also, great commentary on classism, very psychological at times and makes you wonder who you should really be rooting for.

Scary: 2/10

Gore: 3/10

Disturbing: 5/10

Psychological: 6/10

Actual genre: Dark comedy thriller

2. The House That Jack Built

Serial killer Jack recounts some of his most influential murders.

A bit infamous and controversial for being very messed up, but still really good. Highly psychological, with a lot of narration and use of metaphor. Especially fun if you have any knowledge of Dante’s Inferno. Definitely not one to watch if you want a protagonist to root for.

Scary: 3/10

Gore: 6/10

Disturbing: 10/10

Psychological: 8/10

Actual Genre: psychological horror art

TW: sexism, corpse mutilation

3. Creep (1&2)

A man is hired to help film messages from a dying man to his son.

I’m usually not a fan of found-footage, but there’s something special about Creep. On top of that, this is one of the few movies where I can confidently say I like the sequel more, which is shocking because the first one was amazing. Very funny and off-beat, with a sense of foreboding underlying the whole thing.

Scary: 3/10

Gore: 1/10

Disturbing: 3/10

Psychological: 4/10

Actual genre: found footage psychological horror

4. Mother!

A woman and her poet husband live quietly in a secluded house away from society.

Very metaphorical and highly feminist; definitely not a movie that everyone appreciates, but if you enjoy analysis or just being really weirded out then this is a good for you. Starts slow and snowballs toward the horrific climax.

Scary: 3/10

Gore: 7/10

Disturbing: 7/10

Psychological: 8/10

Actual genre: psychological horror

TW: cannibalism

5. Perfect Blue

Mima is a young pop star looking to join the acting industry.

Brutally realistic to the point where I had to stop watching and take a walk at one point. Very much “female rage” and a protagonist that will live in your head rent free for the next 6 years (or maybe that’s just me). Very triggering in a lot of ways, but worth it if you’re not sensitive to the topics it covers.

Scary: 5/10

Gore: 4/10 (animated)

Disturbing: 8/10

Psychological: 10/10

Actual genre: psychological thriller

TW: depersonalization/derealization, nudity, stalking, rape scene (she is acting in a tv show but it is still the most uncomfortable scene of the movie), inaccurate portrayal of DID

6. Midsommar

A couple and their friends go on a vacation to their friend’s remote hometown for a Midsommar festival.

Probably the best-known out of this list, and again for a good reason. 90% of the film takes place in broad daylight, and the visuals are absolutely gorgeous. Once again will bring up the question of who is in the right and who is in the wrong (I have the answer to this question and I will fight you in dms if you’d like).

Scary: 3/10

Gore: 8/10

Disturbing: 8/10

Psychological: 7/10

Actual genre: folk horror

TW: long and graphic sex scene, nudity, close up and graphic gore, cult stuff, suicide

7. The Call

A woman moves back to her childhood home and receives a call from the woman who lived there 30 years prior.

I got really into modern Asian horror films a few months ago and this is one of my favourites. The dynamic between the protagonist and antagonist is one of my favourites, and finishing this movie felt like finishing a 3 season TV show because of how well paced it was. Really hoping there will be a sequel with the same concept, even if it is not likely.

Scary: 6/10

Gore: 3/10

Disturbing: 6/10

Psychological: 6/10

Actual genre: psychological thriller

TW: abuse

8. Incantation

A cursed woman takes back custody of her young daughter and does everything she can to keep away the effects of her curse.

This one was popular on TikTok for a while, and for good reason. Another found footage in a more traditional sense, and a bit confusing at times, but overall a really solid scary story. Very cool effects as well.

Scary: 6/10

Gore: 4/10

Disturbing: 6/10

Psychological: 5/10

Actual genre: supernatural horror

TW: derealization

9. Pearl

A farm girl dreams about leaving home and living as a show girl.

Mia Goth is a national treasure, but we all knew that already. I watched this one before X (the actual first movie) because I didn’t know they were connected, but I much preferred this one. The Wizard of Oz vibes combined with Pearl’s unsettling behaviour made is a really creep film to watch.

Scary: 4/10

Gore: 4/10

Disturbing: 6/10

Psychological: 5/10

Actual genre: horror

TW: porn

10. The Platform

A man is stuck in a prison where a platform of food is lowered through the layers of cells for inmates to eat as they please.

I’m a sucker for psychological movies that take place in a very limited space. If you’ve ever played and enjoyed the game Presentable Liberty then I’m gonna go ahead and say you’ll like this too. Not every question is answered, but the film is more about the human condition than the prison they inhabit, so it’s not too much of a problem.

Scary: 2/10

Gore: 9/10

Disturbing: 8/10

Psychological: 9/10

Actual genre: social science fiction horror

TW: cannibalism, suicide

#parasite #the house that Jack built #creep #mother!#perfect blue #midsommar #the call #incantation #Pearl #the platform #horror movies #horror movie recommendations #psychological horror

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How's Philip/Belos with cock? Can he give good head? Can he give a good handy? Can he ride it like a cowboy? And most importantly, does he spit or swallow?

⚠️NSFW HEADCANONS UNDER THE CUT!!⚠️

Philip:

Beardo Philip I headcanon as being bisexual or even pan, but having to sadly repress his “urges” from a young age because of the society he was raised into. So, if he meets a person he loves who has male anatomy like he does—prepare for a whole lot of unpredictable behavior as Philip’s moods constantly swing between “warm and overall sweet and attentive.” to “abusive prick who constantly shoves his partner away physically and emotionally because he's so debilitatingly terrified of the fiery inferno.”

That being said, needless to say, the freakier Philip gets in the sheets, the more brutal the mental lashing that follows will be.

He's surprisingly good at giving. The scratchiness of his beard makes it borderline painful whenever he goes down on you, but it always stays juuuust shy of actually causing pain, so it's just another strong sensation on top of the pleasure he's already giving you.

If his hair is down, you can see the greasy, unkempt strands sticking to his forehead as he focuses on what's in his mouth. His head bobs ever so slightly and his brows knit in concentration. There's a trail of frothy drool dribbling down his beard that you swear is getting bigger every time he comes up for air. He holds your thighs apart, shooting you warning glances if you even dare think about trying to squeeze him with your legs. He refuses to swallow. He has to be in a very submissive headspace to let you cum inside of him, and he's only ever that desperate to please in a handful of scenarios, and your cock in his mouth is not one of them. He won't even let you cum in his mouth. You might claim it unfair, considering how much he likes to face-fuck you with so much vigor it's like he's trying to breed your throat, but he simply jerks you off to completion and has you spill where it either lands on the floor, or he aims your cock back towards you so it hits you on the stomach/chest.

If he starts off with giving you a handy, then most likely it's when you two are huddled in your bedrolls side-by-side, with hushed whispers being spoken between you two, so close that you're practically recycling each other’s breaths. Philip’s hand wanders to your waistband, his fingers, so cold you wonder how the hell he can write so much without proper circulation, hesitantly slide under the band of your trousers to gently cup the bulge between your legs, his thumb lightly pressing into it. The starkness of his chilled hands against your notably warmer flesh makes your appendage perk up faster. He groans and presses his face into your neck. His free hand reaches and grips your wrists, trying to ensure that you don't touch him until he's done exploring. He’ll whisper words to you that are so quiet you don't understand them, or maybe the feeling of his calloused, cold hands against your sensitive bits is so pleasurable that it renders you incapable of understanding basic English, who knows?

Belos

He’ll suck you off in the same manner as everything else he does: he savors you. Holds you in his mouth just to feel the weight of you on his tongue. He enjoys the taste of you on his tongue. After you release, he’ll even take the time to wipe the corners of his mouth and lick whatever he collects off his fingers. Then, he’ll unhurriedly climb on top of you and slowly begin lowering himself…

This old man is the best at riding you until you see stars. Hands placed on your chest, hips rolling against yours, and that devilish twinkle in his eye that he gets whenever he knows he's in control. He’ll encourage you to put your hands on his hips. He thinks it's cute that you believe that you have any say in how fast he rocks against you. He enjoys the sensuality of the gentle rolling of his hips, barely even enough to make him groan. Who needs roughness? Rough sex is for a man much younger than he is now. Let this old man love you the way he wants to.

#philip wittebane #toh philip #belosfanstakeover #toh #toh emperor belos #emperor belos #belos wittebane #the owl house belos #toh belos

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TBOSAS on Crack short take (21)

*When the 24 OG Mentors discussed The Hunger Games*

Clemensia: Ok. Be honest. Whoever annually watches the Hunger Games, raise your hands!

Everyone:. . .

Clemensia: Really?! No one? Well, I’m kinda relieved to see that.

Felix: Clemmie, we stopped watching Highbottom’s Killer Kids Game since we were in grade school.

Clemensia: But why though?

Androcles: Not fun.😔

Sejanus: Extremely and insanely cruel and inhumane.😡

Lysistrata: Fortunately, my mom said “no” because there were too many body parts flying on the screen.

Festus: I threw up my cheesecake the first time I saw a live decapitation on television.

Coryo: That’s your only reason?

Festus: Bro, you don’t understand. That was my last free cheesecake coupon for the whole year.🥲

Coryo: Well, I just quit watching the games the moment I saw a kid bit off another kid’s fingers.

Festus: So?

Coryo: He swallowed them.

Festus: Oh.

Coryo: You all know that I hate cannibals, right?

Persephone: *starts crying*

Coryo: Not you, Price.🙄

Livia: Well, I just don’t watch the games because it’s not really my cup of tea. I mean, there’s no romance, no gossips, no breakups-

Juno: Nothing. I gave it a zero.

Arachne: True. It lacks that ✨reality drama✨ that we girlies crave for.

Dennis: I watched it once with my mom and my very sensitive dad. Never again.

Coryo: Why? What happened?

Dennis: My poor daddy had nightmares for a whole year. Even now, he’s still crying about it.

Coryo: Wait. Is that why your mom now runs and rules the Capitol Black Market without him?

Dennis: Yup! My daddy officially decided to become a stay-at-home househusband.

Persephone: Like mine!😀

Dennis: No, Price. Not like yours.

Persephone: Not like mine? But my sweet daddy is also a stay-at-home househusband.

Dennis: For the wrong reasons.

Persephone: He’s just living his best werewolf life!

Coryo: No offense, Percy, but your sweet daddy is clinically insane.

Palmyra: Like us!😀

Coryo: I know that we’re all insane, but not Nero “I am a scary werewolf” Price insane.

Persephone: But-

Coryo: He hunts rabid raccoons for breakfast and howls at the moon.

Gaius: Cool.

Coryo: He also fought 10 wild coyotes, 5 Peacekeepers, and a stray brown bear for some lima beans once. It was epic.

Felix: Was he arrested?

Coryo: No. You can’t arrest a self proclaimed werewolf. It’s illegal.

Felix: Illegal? Who approved of that law?

Coryo: Your granduncle.

Felix: *sighs* That checks out.😑

Persephone: Aren’t we talking about the Hunger Games?🥲

Coryo: Oh, yeah. How about you, Moss? Why did you stop watching Highbottom’s Killer Kids Game?

Iphigenia: It’s too brutal for my liking. And my grocery store has a sh*tty TV. How about you, Ney Ney?

Vipsania: No introduction, no narrative, no story. Just plain killing.😪

Palmyra: There’s no food commercials after every kill!

Coryo: What the heck, Palm Palm!

Felix: My crazy granduncle- I mean, the President of Panem usually invites me over to one of his exclusive ✨THG Watch Parties✨, but after the 4th time watching, puking, and screaming, I just couldn’t stomach the gore anymore.

Clemensia: Ok? So if you’re in charge of The Hunger Games, what would you change? What would you like to do if you recreated the games from scratch?

Everyone: Everything!

Sejanus: And no killing!

Felix: Yeah! Let’s agree and write a “no killing” policy!

Coryo: Make sure to add the “no gore” and “no cannibalism” rule as well, Class Pres.

Felix: On it. *scribbles*

Apollo: Hear me out. ✨Hunger Games: Panem’s Next Top Model✨!

Diana: No! It should be ✨Hunger Games: Dancing With The Stars✨!🤩

Livia: Ew. Your ideas suck! It should be ✨Hunger Games: LOVE ISLAND✨!💅

Sejanus: No! ✨Hunger Games: The Great Panem Bake Off✨ is gonna be the best program ever!

Coryo: Babe, what are you talking about?! ✨Hunger Games: Panem’s Got Talent✨ is the superior show!

Io: No! You’re all wrong! ✨Hunger Games: 90 DAY FIANCÉ✨ will have the most views!

Hilarius: ✨Hunger Games: Single’s Inferno✨ is better and spicier!

Palmyra: Suck it, Hilari! ✨Hunger Games: Fear Factor✨ will be the most iconic show!

Urban: You guys are not thinking! ✨Hunger Games: Project Runway✨ is the best concept! Just you wait! I will revolutionize Panem’s fashion industry!

Festus: What?! No! You’re so wrong, Ban Ban! ✨Hunger Games: TOP CHEF✨ will revolutionize Panem’s food industry!

Domitia: I kinda agree with Creed.

Dennis: Yeah. A food competition sounds nice.

Persephone: Oh, c’mon! ✨Hunger Games: Big Brother✨ will be a certified classic!

Pup: You’re kidding, right? ✨Hunger Games: Panem’s Ninja Warrior, Ultimate Beastmaster✨ will get us the most sponsors!😎

Felix: Slow down! All of your ideas and suggestions are great!

Palmyra: Thanks!☺️

Felix: But I can’t keep up with all that shouting!

Livia: Just do your stupid job, Class Pres! And FYI, mine’s the best. So make sure to highlight ✨LOVE ISLAND✨.

Festus: Oh, Horn of Plenty! I have another great idea!

Coryo: Fire away, Creed.

Festus: Hear me out. ✨Hunger Games: Keeping Up With The Ravinstills✨!

Coryo: Festus, my dumpster brother from another mother, you are a certified genius!😂

Sejanus: I’ll even trade my scheming old man to see that show air anytime!

Felix: That doesn’t even make sense?! How can the Tributes participate on that show?!

Juno: No offense, Felix, but we also want to see the chaotic family drama that you and your cousins are currently living in.

Coryo: I kinda agree with Juno, Class Pres. I mean, just last week, four out of your eight uncles got arrested by your other four uncles, just because of “illegally” breeding Bichon Frisé puppies inside your crazy granduncle’s secret basement.

Felix: How did you even get that private information?!

Coryo: You told us yourself.

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Some cool concepts for future Star Wars stories because I’m so bored right now

A Jedi accidentally stumbles across the World Between Worlds and ends up witnessing/living through major historical events from different eras.

A group of High Republic Jedi, or non-Force sensitive archaeologists, exploring the temple on Yavin 4 (the eventual Rebel base) and finding out it’s haunted by ancient Sith, so like a horror story or whatever.

The ancient Jed’aii have a large civil war that ends in the creation of the Jedi on Ahch-To.

Rey trying to rebuild the Jedi Order, post-TROS.

A group of (former) Jedi Padawans and clones whose chips malfunctioned band together to survive a post-Order 66 world.

Just a comedic parody of whatever the hell Ezra and Thrawn were doing after the events on Lothal.

Rebels hunting down Imperial remnants after the destruction of the second Death Star. (this is me begging for the Aftermath series being put into a show or trilogy)

Just anything from the Old Republic era from before the Rule of Two because the Sith were cooler when there were more of them.

Tarre Viszla, a Mandalorian, becoming a Jedi.

Leia and Luke meeting their cousins, because yes, they actually do have cousins and nobody says anything about this.

Ahsoka exploring Tython because why not.

A group of Jedi leaving the Order and creating what eventually becomes the Sith Order.

Anything about Revan because he’s cool and he’s canon so...

The Chiss involvement during the war between the Old Republic and the Sith Empire (because this is canon).

An irrelevant Republic solider/officer goes on a mission and ends up investigating Palpatine’s Contingency plan.

Whatever Inferno Squad was doing after the Battle of Jakku.

The Delegation of 2000. Just anything about them please.

A Sith and a Jedi are siblings but also sworn enemies. (Old Republic era)

The undervalued Padawan of the Jedi librarian discovers that someone is stealing relics and writings on Sith teachings and discovers that the Sith are infiltrating the Jedi Order.

Rae Sloane rebuilding the Empire in the Unknown Regions.

A Rebel spy infiltrates the Empire disguised as an officer but ends up going down the Star Wars equivalent of the alt-right pipeline.

A group of grieving Alderaanians seek revenge on the Empire, post-Death Star.

#star wars #star wars fan #star wars thoughts #swtor #revan #star wars the old republic #the high republic #star wars the high republic #star wars aftermath #chiss #thrawn #ezra bridger #sith #jedi

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Inferno

[ vampire!eddie munson x you ]

author’s note: did someone say 2k of eddie being a vampire but in a heartbreaking crimson peak-esque horror way and not a queen of the damned spicy way? no? well i did so here we are!! this is a darker read with mentions of blood, implied murder, violence, death, feelings of anxiety, intense fear with a side of heartache and angst

word count: 1790

If you were gifted the chance to do everything differently that night, would you?

Yes. A hundred times over, until I got it right. But, of course, there are parts that will stay the same, inevitably, because our hearts are intertwined and the adoration I hold for you will outshine, always, everything else.

—

The moon had risen high and bright against a sky so ominous, a chill slipped down your spine every time your eyes drifted out a window. It was full, the moon, guarding the stars and stories they told under its watchful eye, even as wispy clouds of silver drifted by to obscure its radiant glow.

It was the first week of April, but you could have sworn this specific taste of ‘eerie’ screamed October, instead of an approaching spring storm. You could have sworn that the nocturnal wildlife of Hawkins, Indiana, was jabbering and echoing with the unmistakable breath of life only a moment ago.

Except now, it was silent. Save for the candles crackling where they lent their light to your small apartment on main. The air had shifted - both in spirit and tangibly - you could feel a tension begin to build; the flames flickered just a little bit more than usual because - it was weird, really.

They cast wild shadows that danced on every surface, even though there was no breeze. The windows cracked to welcome in the chilled night air brought no wind, no relief from the stagnant indoor air sponsored by the cold, snowy Ohio weather. Your heart began to race with wonder, and your palms began to clam up all nice and sweet, but there wasn’t-

A thump sounded through the front door.

You froze. Slid wide eyes from the movie, paused on screen, to the door across the room.

A proper knock came next. The knob began to twist almost immediately. It jiggled once, twice, thrice, and you watched with eyes wide and alert now, the tension wrapping snug around your shoulders with a cry for any sort of attention.

“Shit -” your eyes narrowed at the voice, widened at the sound of your name falling through the other side of the door. “It’s just me, sweetheart, no need to get the bat to defend your honor. C’mon, I forgot my key.”

The blanket of tension slipped from your shoulders, no longer strong enough to keep you in its claws. You recognized the voice, relaxed almost immediately into the cozy little nest you had curled into, once you settled in for a movie night. Adrenaline pulled you up out of the safety of pillows and blankets, carrying you on shaking legs across the room. Your name - desperate - fell through his lips once again as a trembling hand reached for the knob while the other wrenched the lock.

“Jesus fucking christ, Eddie,” the words spilled out in a huff. You stepped back to tug the door towards you; the action was jerky and unsure. Lingering fear dripped down your spine along with all the embarrassment you had ever felt in arguably, your entire life. Have you not gotten enough sleep lately? “You scared the shit outta-”

The candles in your apartment guttered out.

No more soft glow to illuminate your silhouette for Eddie’s bloodshot eyes, but he heard candle wax dripping down the pillars as it splattered to the floor from the shock of their quick death.

It was just you, Eddie, and the harsh fluorescent hallway lighting as it shined unkindly over you - a merciless stabbing, this light, as it beat down on his eyes already sensitive and bloody from his earlier mistakes.

And you -

Flinched, almost, when your eyes adjusted to the light, bright enough to cast a little visibility on the shadows eating Eddie alive. You were about to speak again, to ask why the fuck he seemed so out of it, ground control to major Tom -

But then it slammed into you hard enough, quick enough, unexpected enough before you ever had the chance. It knocked you off balance. Forced a harsh breath from your lungs, an open door to welcome that shuddering tension back into your body, your heart, your soul - it pawed at you, latching onto it’s opening with a relentless grip of iron, metal, steel, unbreakable - as you took a step back from Eddie, still lingering in the doorway to your apartment.

It seeped in slowly after that, the fear. A feeling so ancient, a fear so primal, you had never felt anything like it in your life. Not even in the Upside Down. Something wasn’t right.

And Eddie -

A silhouette hunched, leaning heavily on a forearm braced against the doorframe. Dark stains spread generously down the white glow of his beloved Hellfire uniform; similar splashes seeped into the denim of his vest, the white of his patches and crusting on his pins. He was breathing heavily, his head turned away. He wouldn’t meet your eyes.

“Sorry - I just - I think you have to invite me in.”

It snapped you back to the present, his voice. Calm, even, despite the evidence that something terrible had clearly happened, and Eddie was, without a doubt, tangled in the strands of a web woven intricate and impossible to shred through to freedom.

Your grip on the door had tightened.

“I’m - are you -? What? Did someone try to jump you again?”

His laugh is low and easy, coming just as quick as it usually does. It didn’t draw a smile from you tonight, because it sounded fucking sinister this time, and your skin had begun to crawl.

Something wasn’t right.

“Nah, it was the other way around this time. Some assholes thought it’d be a good idea to -”

Eddie hisses - he fucking hisses - and doubles over clawing at his stomach. His body slumps against the threshold, knuckles white on the wooden frame. Jagged cracks spiderweb out from where his hand meets the surface. A crunch sounded loud, deafening in the silent hallway.

A small chunk of wood fell to the floor.

“Shit - okay, come on, let’s get you inside.” Despite being wide eyed and unsteady yourself, you reached for Eddie without a second thought. “We’ll get you cleaned up - jesus, Eddie, I need you to walk - you have a key, for fuck sake, you’re obviously welcome here. Always.”

It was a struggle getting inside, with Eddie leaning against you as you half dragged him into your apartment. That blood curdling fear was growing stronger, but Eddie was injured and something was not right. It added up, yeah?

It had to. It had to.

The absence of candlelight had plunged your home into an unsettling darkness. Long shadows were cast on the floor and along the walls from Fright Night, the movie still paused on a dim screen. It did little to help you see Eddie as he groaned when you half dropped, half laid him on the nearest couch with a huff.

There would be stains on the furniture, and maybe even the floor - it was a half thought, unimportant in the grand scheme of this newfound nightmare.

You ignored the stickiness clinging to your hands making your fingers stick together as it congealed and dried on your skin. Clothes, now damp on the side Eddie leaned so heavily into, began to cling to bare flesh beneath the fabric. The pounding of your heart grew louder and louder. You switched on the nearest lamp, fingers slipping off the switch once, twice, thrice, success.

He flinched into the shadows that could still touch him. You hurried for the first aid kit, that feeling of fear still startling stark and unfamiliar, eating away at your nerves one by one by fraying one.

It was odd, you thought, how this unease began just as Eddie arrived home. How the night had been calm, peaceful, normal - then nocturnal life stopped singing. The precursor to a tension building hard and fast never to dispel, not even when Eddie arrived to chase the shadows away.

Eddie Munson, who could chase all your horrors away.

Instead, he brought more with him

“Babe?”

His call startles you so, the supplies almost fly out of your hands. You right your grip, holding on so tightly your fingers are beginning to fucking ache. You waste no more time returning to his side, cautious now. Alert. Curious.

“I’m here,” your tone is soothing despite the tremor you couldn’t quite silence. He’s still curled into the shadows, face buried in the back of the sofa. “Where does it hurt? Eddie, darling, c’mon - I can’t tell this time, there’s so much blood.”

It’s weaker now, his laugh. Shaky. A crimson stained hand rubs down his face. “Yeah, uh. About that.”

A stab of that fear hits your body hard and fast for the third time that night. It rolls down your spine in waves, hands shaking harder, breath coming just a little bit faster with each passing second. Adrenaline was your lover now, it seemed, and Eddie Munson had no idea he'd just been dethroned.

“You’re not making sense, Eddie.”

It’s hard not to reach for him. Harder to ignore the voice in your head whispering, shouting, pleading for you to back away slowly, run far and fast and never dare to look back, but.

Your hope was your undoing, in the end.

Hands stained with the blood of Eddie’s sins reached for him regardless, body leaning in close to get a better look at what you could. He was putty in your hands, head turning smoothly when you took his chin and gently pulled his face toward yours.

Your eyebrows fell together, heart sinking at the bloody tears falling from his brown eyes tinted black.

“I’m sorry, my Highness,” his voice was all heartache and giddy schoolboy joy, an eternity of dread and the thrill of the hunt. He sounded like your Eddie, but deep under the shadows there was something else. Something new. “Blood is the only thing that helps.”

Still bloody with tears, his eyes softened when you stuttered out questions about not understanding, about wanting to know what he’s done. There was a hand on your back then; a soft touch was tracing up your spine all gentle and soothing, the calm before the storm.

“You’ll learn soon enough,” he says, leaning closer. He guides you towards him with the hand on your back. “Just close your eyes.”

He didn’t wait for you to do so, but it didn’t matter. All you saw was a flash of long, sharp teeth, and all you felt was a tear in your neck as Eddie pulled you closer. The full moon was freed from the clouds smothering its light, and it blanketed two bodies intertwined, illuminating the carnage that was unfolding right before its eyes.

All you could think before this darkness claimed you for its own was. . .was. . .

#eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #vamp!eddie #vampire!eddie #vamp!eddie munson #vampire!eddie munson #stranger things imagine #stranger things au #eddie munson au #kas writes

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The Hunters Stalights, arrived!

RWBY & JNOR: *in their last against Cinder with all 4 maiden power*

Ruby: She is too strong, What do we do?

Jaune: ... I have an idea

Weiss: What is your plan?

Jaune: Ren, Oscar, with me, will use THAT

Ren: No way, do we really have to?

Jaune: It's the only way to win this fight

Oscar: If you are really sure, i'll do it

Blake: And what is THAT?

Jaune: You'll see

Cinder: *insert villian laugh* Finally, all maiden power are mine, no one can stop me now! *more villian laugh here*

Oscar: *at Jaune's left* Are you sure?

Cinder: My my, only three of you?

Ren: *at Jaune's left* We are enough to stop you

Cinder*smirk* And how you can stop me?

Jaune: With this *Jaune, Oscar and Ren show a golden earpiece with a star at the center, a wing flowing and mic appear on their leff ear*

Cinder: That's a nice trick, but i don't see how a single earpice can defeat me

Jaune: That's the first step, here's the second. Ready, guys?

Ren & Oscar: Ready!

Jaune: Fighter Star Power! Make up!

Oscar: Healer Star Power! Make up!

Ren: Maker Star Power! Make up!

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Cinder: *confused and surprised at how those 3 became girls* What the fu- Wait, what is that music

Oscar!Healer: Breaking through the darkness of night...

Ren!Maker: Traveling unchained across the atmosphere...

Jaune!Fighter: The three sacred shooting stars... Sailor Star Fighter!

Ren!Maker: Sailor Star Maker!

Oscar!Healer: Sailor Star Healer!

JRO: We are the Sailor Star lights, stage on!

Cinder: Seriously, how in the name of the gods did you do that?

Jaune!Fighter: Fuck you, that's how we did it

Cinder: Wait, time out, this is to much, i need time to-

Jaune!Fighter: Let's finish this girls. Star Serious Laser! *shots a white laser out of her hand*

Oscar!Healer: Healer Sensitive Inferno! *shot some white thunders to Cinder*

Ren!Maker: Star Gentle Uterus *shot a white energy ball at Cinder*

Cinder: Wait, uterus, what?- AAAAH *got hit by all the three attacks and lays in the ground defeated*

Nora: *dancing around Cinder's body and laughing*

Ruby: *confused* They defeated Cinder

Yang: *as lost as Ruby* And as a full maiden

Weiss: How the fuck...

Blake: *with blood coming out of her nose* Just imagine the possibilities

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My gosh i'm so excited for the new Sailor Moon movie featuring my favorite Sailor Scouts; The Sailor Starlights, that i could not left the opportunity to do this thing. I just love them, i did it as a kid while they aired the show in my country (México) and i'm still doing it

#rwby #ruby rose #weiss schnee #blake belladonna #yang xiao long #nora valkyrie #jaune arc #lie ren #oscar pines #cinder fall #sailor moon #sailor starlights #Youtube

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2024 Drama List

Here are some of the dramas I have finished this year. If it has bold font, I gave the drama a 10 and if it has italic I really enjoyed it but it’s just not a ten for any reason.

I write the reviews for all of the dramas I finish, so you can just click away and enjoy the reviews!

Last year’s list: 2023

Kdramas:

Death's Game

The Story of Park's Marriage Contract

Gyeongseong Creature

A Good Day to Be a Dog

My Demon

Welcome to Samdal-ri

The Bequeathed

A Shop for Killers

A Killer Paradox

38 Task Force

My Happy Ending

Weak Hero Class 1

Recipe for Farewell

Doctor Slump

Chicken Nugget

Pyramid Game

Wedding Impossible

Queen of Tears

Dramas From Other Countries:

Eye Love You (Japan)

Web Dramas:

Hope or Dope

It's Okay to Be Sensitive Season 3

Star Struck

Movies:

Cherry Magic! Thirty Years of Virginity Can Make You a Wizard. (Japan)

Decibel (S. Korea)

Soulmate (S. Korea)

Project Wolf Hunting (S. Korea)

Variety Shows:

Single's Inferno 3 (Finished)

Dropped:

Queen of Divorce (ep 4)

The Impossible Heir (ep 3)

#kdrama #jdrama #movies #web dramas #2024

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Opium-Methadone

The month of mercy and forgiveness, and the disgust and loathing for other human beings who are nothing and worthless in my eyes. The moon doesn't exist tonight, only stars above the city like venereal disease scars, and here they are, glistening with dazzling clarity. I visited my mother today; she had terrifying toothaches, and the doctor prescribed 10 mg of Percocet per day for her. Lucky her, opiates for the masses.

I was in such a diminished mental state that I reached into the box and considered dissolving a crushed pill on my tongue, all for the noble purpose of sending the day-to-day troubles up to the high heavens, so that the joy of life would burst forth from the spring within her that has been clogged for years. Oh Mind-altering pills – you are the longest affair I've had in my life!

I returned the pills to the drawer, and I think my dick got hard up after I passed the test - five years clean. That's exactly twice as long as the longest time I managed not to fuck over the heart of every girlfriend I've ever had. It's not obvious, I used to be one of the heavy smearers – I'd spend whole nights sprawled on couches while opium-methadone bubbled in my blood. And it's not my fault, I was restless because of my mental disorders. The worst of them, even more than my beloved OCD, happens in the sensitive and dissociative moments of deceptive derealization. Everything feels devoid of emotional color and depth, as if I'm walking in a dream or virtual reality, wandering among you, fictitious people. I feel like Descartes, except for the thought narrating in my head, everyone is experienced as unreal and Untrustworthy..

And Dante's Inferno pales in comparison to this hell. This is the climax of the transition season, and God in heaven - I want to cry over all this pure torment. You feel as if you're about to go mad or become psychotic, but your sense of reality remains completely intact. And this creates immense, immense suffering because you are fully aware of every second, minute, and hour of what is happening to you. Like Sisyphus who rolled the immense boulder up the mountain only to reach the summit and watch it fall back down, at least he had summits. Like waking up from anesthesia in the middle of surgery, completely paralyzed, and being tortured under the surgeons' knife now cutting into your living flesh.

Opium-methadone and uninhibited sex. And acid. Because there are things more terrible and satanic than the dangers of addiction and self-destruction. And the soul moans, moans under the stench, the violence, and the wastefulness of the internal combustion engine. My soul is dazed, and my eyes are hazed, and a few days ago someone bit my lip in the heat of the moment, and I tasted the iron flowing down my throat, and it definitely tasted good to me, but I didn't tell anyone about it lest I be considered insane.

Today I wandered around the neighborhood a bit. Down the street, on a low stone fence, I saw a sad woman who reminded me a bit of myself, sitting in the company of an empty cardboard box and staring into it. I wanted to approach her and talk about the ailments of the world, because I knew that she and I shared the same feelings, and only we would truly understand what each other was going through. Such a misery was in her gaze, how her entire body language screamed - "leave me alone". One reaches such a place perhaps only after years of real suffering; and only now realized that that's it, she can't go on, she will no longer be accepted into the company of the normals. She was already past the age when it's possible to start anew. I felt with her, as mentioned, a sort of fellowship in fate, but sometimes I judge others by an internal and unique code that is mine alone, and maybe she was actually happy and from a warm home, I don't know.

Opium-methadone, and I feel like tearing myself apart with slaps or scratches. To feel how the flesh is deeply gouged by the nails until a bleeding crater is created. Afterwards, I'll dig there with a fountain pen, and what a beauty - a new tattoo. Also, I feel like beating another person to a pulp, to make him feel what I feel every day. How much rage I store here. Then I'd offer him opium. There's a thing with this substance where you're not sure if it's affecting you or not, so you reinforce every few minutes until suddenly everything comes into order and your brain starts leaking through your ears, you begin to hear the creation of the world in reverse and all the angels respond amen. If you add ecstasy for dessert, you'll start to erotically embrace the street lamps. But it's dangerous and hard to break this chain because the ecstasy produces such a down that you immediately need to find some drug for immediate consumption so that the down won't swallow you forever.

If I break up with my girlfriend, I will never again date prudes or conservatives. I love the real women of life, cheap yet with a glorious pelvis, IQ at the expense of sex appeal. Usually, they flow with my anomalous existence. I especially love girls from good homes looking for dark adventures to tell their future grandchildren. I am the Messiah of the feed, the fulfiller of wishes. That's what they think. Then I sober up, the thought fades as it came - I will no longer live with those whose existence contradicts mine. No one benefits from such a relationship.

Derealization, and again I'm shaken between sanity and madness, disconnected from the external environment, as if something separates me from the world around. Familiar places suddenly look alien, strange places momentarily appear surreal. Beautiful women turn ugly, well-wishers to soul seekers, motivation to mania, smell to taste. Opium to methadone.

My partner hasn't cried because of me or for me in several months, my mother for a year and two months. My father, for much longer. Opium-methadone, and my soul is torn.

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Grandma Violence - I.II.

[Dragons, Death and Daemon]

Chapter II - Quiet Water

Birds fled in horror and crabs retreated quickly into the sand as the gigantic beast laying on the sandy shore let out an earthstattering roar. Vhagar couldn’t help but scream, the pain of drowning for a second time, having her mind taken by the shadowy paws of unknown deities and flung back into time and space was too much for her to bear.

Her head hurt so much, she couldn’t differentiate between up and down and left and right. The salty air stung in her eyes and mouth and the yelling of the frightened birds seemed to burst her eardrums.

She tried to stand up and to run away, but her long claws kept digging into the sand and she stumbled over her wings and tail.

Sharp pain seared through her head as her left wing slammed against a rock, breaking it under her and making her lose her footing for good as she landed on her back.

The world was still turning as she slowly blinked, staring at the cloudy sky, slightly unsharp and hazy due to her aged eyes.

Vhagar took a deep breath, her enormous body rising and falling. And then another and then another and then another.

The pain in her skull faded and her ears cleared - the sensitive, thin scales covering the hidden organs twitching slightly. While her eyes weren’t the best anymore, at least her hearing and sense of smell was as sharp as ever.

Without turning her head she deduced that she was at the east coast of Westeros. The air smelt colder and brought with it the faint scent of wet wood, human sweat and grilled fish. The west coast was usually warmer and less wind swept, therefore also having less olfactory traces.

Still she didn’t exactly know where she was or even when she was.

Vhagar took another deep breath and closed her eyes as she tried to clear her head. She searched at the edges of her mind, looking for the bond she shared with her human. It was like a quiet humming of bees in the back of her skull, humming songs of the humans feelings and impressions. If the human felt especially strongly, the humming turned into an outright scream - an inferno of emotion taking over her own ones, as dragon and human melted into one.

She furrowed her scaly brows as she concentrated harder, searching like a bloodhound on the hunt.

Where was Visenya? Her bond had felt like cool water on a day so hot it even bothered a dragon, it felt like small snowflakes landing on her snout and a thunderstorm rolling under her wings. They melted into one, drenched in the other's soul.

Where was Baelon? His bond had felt like the first meal after a long fight, like the first salmon of the season, a piece of crispy boar burned to perfection or the rare occasion of crushing huge, juicy melons between her jaws. It felt happy, vivacious and drunk on life.

Where was Laena? Her bond had felt like the sunrise on a spring day, like thousands of colorful flowers blooming on the field, their scent mingling with the singing of birds and the rushing of a melting river. She was like the melody of a nightingale: beautiful, elegant and welcoming. Where was Aemond? His bond had felt like the night sky after rising through the clouds. A vast expanse of darkness, illuminated by thousands of stars. Unknown, strange and dangerous. High above everyone else and shrouded in mystery, but also so familiar.

Vhagar sighed deeply. Her mind was her own, just her own. And while that would seem ideal for most, she felt terribly lonely. Dragons weren’t solitary animals. If they didn’t bond with another human, they would at least live together with others of their kind and form a flight. Of course there were always outliers, like the Cannibal or Grey Ghost and Vhagar had believed herself to be like them. She preferred her solitude, wandering the lands on her own, hunting her own food, choosing her own sleeping place. Vhagar had always felt very uncomfortable in the dragonpit. She couldn’t properly stretch her wings, her food was always brought to her and the smells and sounds of the gigantic city overwhelmed and confused her.

Still, sometimes she missed the companionship of those silly, little humans and her silly, little dragon juniors. They were fun.

Vhagar snapped out of her thoughts. She had no time to reminisce about her feelings. She had to find out what the seven hells were going on right now.

The earth shook beneath her and Vhagar groaned in pain as she willed her feet to claw deep into the earth while she stretched her wings parallel to the ground, heaving herself back on her hindlegs.

It took a moment for the enormous dragon to regain her balance, but when she did she stared straight at the ocean lying before her. She quickly gathered her thoughts; she was currently very big and heavy, her eyesight was beginning to blur, she was at the east coast of Westeros and most importantly, she was currently not bonded to any human. Considering her advanced age - also proven by her now mostly green scales - and unusual nesting place, Vhagar concluded that she was in the time after Baelon’s death and before Laena’s appearance and that she was currently residing in the southern Crownlands or northern Stormlands.

So the gods really sent her back in time? Or she herself did? Vhagar shrugged and her wings whirled up the sand beneath her. Did it really matter? Did she actually care? She was back before the war and this time she would change things.

She glared at the neverending water crashing against the shore. But not here. She had definitely had enough from bathing in deep waters for a lifetime.

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Flying in the courtyard of Eternity had definitely been more comfortable than in the world of the living. Though she had been much smaller, Vhagar had had much more speed, agility and stamina - but the current Vhagar huffed and puffed as her old wings carried her heavy body across forests, rivers and fields. She actively avoided big villages and cities, as she hated the loud and high pitched screaming and crying of humans who weren’t accustomed to her presence. She much preferred the silence and calm of nature. Further and further she flew, to the southwest, to the border between the Stormlands and Dorne.

Vhagar wasn’t exactly looking forward to being back in the realm of those who killed her sister, but she had to admit that the Dornish desert was ideal for her.

For once they were warm and dry, not at all like the cold water of the God’s Eye. The area was also very empty and there would be no humans to track her movements or try to annoy her. In the rocky desert she would have the solitude and ressources to carefully plan her next steps without anyone noticing. Of course, even if they did, most humans wouldn’t be able to make any sense of her actions, but Vhagar was a careful dragon. On her shoulders rested the responsibility of her lifetime. She had to fix things, only she would be able to. No one knew what she knew, no one was as strong and powerful as she was. It was all on her now.

And maybe she would also find the time to scare a few Dornish…

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It took four days, but Vhagar finally found the perfect hiding spot. No, not hiding spot - base of operation was a much more fitting and refined name.

Her new nest was a huge cave broken into the red mountains of Dorne, surrounded by steep mountains and deep canyons and therefore protected from human eyes.

The ground of the cave was filled with soft sand and after Vhagar pushed some annoying boulders to the side and out of the opening, it looked quite spacious and comfortable.

Not far away was a small mountain spring with cooling freshwater and for food she could hunt the many birds, scorpions and mountain goats.

If there was one thing that the long search was good for, it was that it gave Vhagar a lot of time to think about her past and her new future. She studied her own wishes, her hopes and dreams, from there deciding who the greatest threats to them were.

Vhagar was able to go very far to protect those she loved and even then the next few years would be quite hard on her, testing her resolve, patience and determination.

The dragon eyed three huge boulders lying outside her cave. After long reflections and thought experiments, Vhagar had deduced three clear cut goals. She was aware that she would have to improvise a lot of things and not achieve everything she hoped to in the way she hoped to, but these three things had to be done under any circumstance. If even one of them failed, this whole opportunity was thrown away and nothing would change at all.

Carefully, as to not crush the heavy rocks under her sharp wing claws, she rolled the stones next to each other and regarded them.

Stopping her breathing and focusing her dull eyes to the best of their little abilities, she, graceful as a butterfly and as precise as a falcon, carved a stylistic eye into the stone. It was a bit crooked and some fine cracks had appeared in the stone, but it would do just fine.

Vhagars first goal was: To bond with Aemond Targaryen under any circumstances and despite any obstacles. If it meant kidnapping him from the Red Keep, if it meant fighting against his siblings’ dragons, if it meant burning the entire city to the ground, there would be nothing separating them. It wasn’t just that she loved that little human as if he was her own hatchling, she knew that he needed her. He needed someone to protect him, give him confidence, strength and power or he would wilt under the hostility that was omnipresent in the royal court. And Vhagar couldn’t let that happen. If Aemond wasn’t able to bloom properly, it would not only be a loss for Vhagar but for the whole realm.

On the next stone she carved a curved triangle, leaving out the bottom line and making it somewhat resemble a wave. She purred in satisfaction, proud for her artistic talent.

Vhagars second goal was: Helping Laena bond with a different dragon. Like Aemond, Vhagar also loved Laena - but not in the way a she-dragon loved her hatchling, but in the way a dragon loved their rider. Laena was kind, brave and adventurous, but she would unknowingly sabotage her first goal. In her first life, the Velaryon Lady had died quite young and gave Aemond the opportunity to claim Vhagar, but would this happen this time around as well? If Laena would live the long and happy life she rightfully deserved, Vhagar couldn’t bond with Aemond, leaving him in a sad and empty life, which he didn’t deserve.

Comparing the two, Laena not only needed Vhagars protection and support less than Aemond needed it, she also had - unlike the Targaryen prince - a joyful and quick to like personality that would make it easier for her to bond with a dragon that wasn’t Vhagar.

The last stone was adorned with the carving of a sword and the boulder had nearly broken in half, as Vhagar struggled to keep her anger under control. The third goal was also another reason she couldn’t bond with Laena again. It would make it just too difficult and confusing for everyone involved.

Vhagars third goal was: To kill Daemon Targaryen as soon as possible.

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