#i had multiple weird dreams last night what was going On.... first one i worked in a bar and answered a phone i shouldnt have-

[purerae]

Hii! I love your work!! Could you do a halloween party imagine with any of your characters? or all of them meeting our poor y/n, it'd make a cool crossover

Free form however you like!!!

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YANDERE!HAREM X FEM READER

HALLOWEEN PARTY // AU IMAGINE.

warnings ;; mostly crack, yandere behaviour, male yandere(s), female yandere, mentions of drinking, demon summoning (silas), mentions of blackmail (none to Y/N), alternate universe, not canon to anyone's plot. 

a/n ;; Hi Anon! I know halloween is over but this is such a good idea i couldn’t miss out on it!! By the way, in each one of the yandere stories, Y/N has a slightly different personality. So I wasn't sure  whether you wanted me to do multiple Y/N’s or just one. So I decided to combine the personalities into one. Good luck<3 (please let me know if there are any mistakes.)

CLICK HERE FOR MY MASTERLIST (intro to all the yanderes)

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Hopeless. You felt hopeless as your left arm was dragged around like a piece of meat by the girl no one swore to mess with

“Come on babe~! Wear the angel wings, we have to be matching!” Reina grits her teeth as she attempts to place the wings onto your unwilling back. The fire headed girl gives up with a scoff in her throat before walking over to your mirror and reapplying her dark red lipstick, adjusting the horns that perfectly matched with her crimson wavy hair. 

How did she even get into Y/Ns house in the first place?

You remember pretty clearly. Today is the 31st of October. You were well aware that it was halloween and perfectly content with staying inside your humble abode. You’d buy a bunch of bulk cheap candy and scarf it down whilst watching some classic horror movies. Not enough to scare you, but to make you physically cringe.

That was the plan, Perfect right? There would be nothing to stop you from having a peaceful night of binge watching shitty films.

Apart from the three vastly different individuals who were all pining over you. Though they were complete opposites, they all had a way grinding your gears and irritating you to no end. 

Reina, the delinquent who made your life as the school president 10x worse. She’d constantly hang around you during lunch and break, surrounded by her delinquent friends who’d make jokes you wouldn’t get but would laugh in fear of getting made fun of. Not to mention the lessons you’d have to miss in order to supervise her during the detentions she had purposely got.  You think you spend more time with her then you spend eating the gross lunch your school provides.

Kieran, the playboy who suddenly switched up his entire role once he realised you weren’t interested in him like the others were. God, if only you pretended like you were. Maybe that would’ve stopped him from bothering you in all your science classes with his weird sexual jokes or flirty overbearing personality. Yeah he was a bit funny and maybe he sometimes made your day with his stupid jokes but that came crashing down once he would say his tenth pick up line to you all in one lesson. 

And then there’s Alex, the jock who’s the captain of the football team, a tad bit stupid  but still had the personality of the literal sun, which made him the most tolerable but still pretty overwhelming for your average dream life.  He was the last one to pop up in your weird harem, he stuck around you like a lost puppy once he realised you didn’t like his team. “I’ll make sure you like me, no matter what!” — were his exact words. 

These individuals had a very high reputation in school, most people liked them and often idolised them. So, why were they all vying for your attention? People would go to great lengths to be in your shoes, yet all you desired was to lead an ordinary student's life.

Your internal monologue was abruptly interrupted by the ringing of your phone, and you didn't even have a moment to guess who might be calling before the sound reached your ears (You would've had two guesses). -- In response, Reina let out an exasperated groan and struts over to you.

She confidently picks up your phone and shuts it off before snapping her fingers in your face.

“How have you still not put the wings on.. god what would you do without me!”  If you didn’t know any better, from the tone of her voice you’d think she was annoyed. But in reality you noticed the glint in her eyes. She was genuinely pleased that she had gotten to help you. Happy that you had to ‘rely’ on her.

“Probably live a peaceful life” You murmur under your breath, not realising the close proximity of you two until she snaps her sharp eyes to your tired gaze.

"Excuse me?" The green-eyed girl arched her eyebrows, her lips forming a grimace of annoyance. 

“I said I would probably live a very sad life.” You quickly defer, letting out a sigh of relief once she relaxes her eyebrows and shows you a soft smirk.

 Reina grabs her bag and sprays perfume onto her body, walking over to your bedroom door before abruptly stopping, throwing her arms up. “Come on then! We can't be too fashionably late~” You curse whoever invented halloween parties, and trail behind her. 

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Just ten minutes into the party, and you were already contemplating grabbing that cowboy-clad stranger’s prop gun and pretending to shoot yourself with it.  Music boomed against your ears, drawing out any coherent thought as the smoke from Reinas cigarette mingles in the air. It was as if your personal space ceased to exist, with the red haired girl's body pressing against yours, her presence enveloping you. The sensation became overwhelming, the close proximity sent shivers down your spine. You had no ability to escape, seeing as the delinquent had her friends form a tight circle around you both, acting as protective guards you didn't need or want. There was no room to escape for you, too intimidated to say a word. 

“Hey Y/N!! Is that you?!” A loud voice shouted amidst the music, crowd and smoke. Reinas whole friend group snaps towards the noise, seeing who dared to interrupt the leader with her ‘beloved’. Despite Alex being faced with gnarly stares, all he could see was his cutie dressed like an angel. He settles his drink down on a nearby table, exchanges hurried farewells with his football teammates, and rushes his way towards you.  

The tall friendly giant had no struggles breaking the circle you were trapped in. It was like the sun beaming past a bunch of angsty rain clouds, two things you usually dreaded. But in that moment, you found yourself silently praising the towering, 6 '6 human puppy as he enveloped you in a massive bear hug.

 As he released you, his strong arms remained on your shoulders, and he beamed at you with eyes that formed crescent moon shapes.

He stuttered an apology for the sudden physical contact before staring at you up and down with his doe like eyes and a massive grin. “Wow…you look stunning, like a true angel. You’re my angel!” He giggles proudly because of the cheesy line he made. The jock completely disregards his earlier apology as he wraps you in another tight hug. You murmur a ‘thanks’ and lightly tap his back in return, your lips thinning with a hint of awkwardness as you look around and notice Reina's friend group staring at the two of you as though you'd just committed a crime. Alex's firm grip gradually loosens as he comes to a realisation, and he reluctantly lets you go, you notice his boyish grin turned into a pout. “I invited you to this party, I bought a whole matching outfit and everything! You told me you couldn't come!” The brown eyed male whines , his brows furrowing as his beady eyes bore into your soul. During this moment, you couldn't help scrutinise his Halloween costume.

‘Did he seriously just throw on his jersey with some fake blood around his neck..’ you pondered silently, shooting him a disapproving stare due to the minimal effort he had put into his outfit

Your initial expression of curiosity transformed into one of slight disgust when you realised that the intended matching costume was going to be ‘the jock and his cheerleader’

‘How original’ You thought sarcastically.

For the second time this night, your thoughts were interrupted, but this time it wasn't a ringing phone. It was Alex’s voice, laced with sadness whining in your ear. He pouts as he gazes down at you, gently poking your halo headband, waiting for your response.

“Basically what happ-”

Before you could even begin to explain that you had no intention of attending the party, regardless of who insisted, not until the delinquent showed up at your doorstep and mildly threatened you, your words were cut short. The moment was disrupted as she forcibly pushed the sulky jock away from you.

Despite her noticeable lack of height compared to the towering jock, Reinas attitude  definitely made up for it. 

‘Speak of the devil..metaphorically and quite literally.’ You snort at your own joke, before quickly composing yourself and directing your attention to the scene unfolding in front of you. 

Alex and Reina, two people who couldn't be any more different but they were both madly in love with you. In school, you had always managed to avoid confrontations involving the both of them, but it appeared luck wasn't on your side tonight. 

“Who do you think you are, barging into this conversation where no one invited you? Don't you have dumb shit to attend to? Like shotgunning a dozen beers?”  the delinquent spoke with a withering glare, she grabbed your arm and forcefully pulled you away from him. The crowded party left little room to manoeuvre, so she practically made you turn your back on him to ensure you were separated.

Unfortunately for her, that allowed the charismatic loveable jock to shed his facade, and shoot her an  uncharacteristically intense gaze. His eyes grew dark and his typically cheerful face contorted into a look of hatred and envy  Though it only lasted for a second, anyone who would’ve seen it, the memory would linger in their thoughts for days. 

Reina, being unlike anyone else, didn't perceive his gaze as a threat, but rather as a golden retriever attempting to imitate a wolf. She scoffed and protectively grabbed your hand.

"I'm pretty sure forcing Y/N to be surrounded by your..." The jock paused, glancing at each of Reina's friends, carefully choosing not to insult them, not out of fear, but out of respect with his beloved watching. ".. interesting group of friends might not be comfortable for her. Anyways, don't you guys have more fun plans, like commit vandalism?" He delivered with a cheerful tone, tilting his head to the side in a display of ‘adorable’ confusion.

While the male may come across as unintelligent there are some quirks to his character that reveal a different perspective. He possesses a unique knack for framing his words and expressing himself in a manner that radiates positivity.

‘He’s so stupid and oblivious , he doesn’t mean what he says!! He's just asking a question, he means no harm!’ — is what most people think. 

 But Reina, being a delinquent who often deals with various groups of people, can read him like a book. She knows he’s showing less than what he truly is. What he can truly become. And although she doesn’t give a shit about how he acts around others, she knows he’s interested in her Y/N — and that’s why he needs to stay away from her girl at all costs. 

With Reinas anger level rising, she lets out an annoyed grunt before softly pushing you back, The delinquent puts one finger on the jocks chest.

You think for a second that you should probably step in, Not because you want to but because you have no idea who will win. Reina most definitely has a weapon in her bag somewhere and also her group of friends who would kill to protect her surround you three but Alex’s strength and height  can cover that. Though from what you know  the delinquent is a lot more aggressive than the ‘pacifist’ himbo so he may have a bit of a disadvantage.

Nonetheless, you decide not to intervene and just watch the two idiots fight it out. It's not your issue right? You didn't need any more attention than you already had coming to this party tonight. 

As they both stare at each other, Reina opens her mouth to speak but gets cut off by someone tapping her back. One of her friends grabs her arm and she turns a whole 180 degrees, ready to scream at whoever is trying to hold her back.  Her eyes are narrowed as she pushes the said friend away from her. “What the fuck is your issue, Thomas?!” You now learned who the guy's name was, Thomas. He was dressed as a pirate and barely flinched when Reina screamed at her. He must've been used to it. All he does is show her phone, and mutters “Look at who's calling you.” Reina’s angry expression turns into one of disbelief as she roughly grabs the phone away from his hands. She looks at Alex one last time with a scoff before she excused herself for a moment and engaged in a heated argument with the caller. You couldn't help but overhear snippets of their exchange — it was clear that Reina was being pressured to leave the party. She hung up, her face etched with reluctance, and then turned to you.

"Babe, I've got to go, I'll still be at the party. " she said, her tone uncharacteristically serious. "Just promise me you'll head home soon, okay?" Your face drops into a frown, though you didn't particularly like the aggressive delinquent, she was one of the only people you knew at this party.. Well except for the man who's staring at you with love struck eyes as of right now. Before you could say anything, Reina left your side, with the group of delinquents who followed. She didn't forget to barge into Alex as she was leaving, though it didn't really affect him — he was too focused on the fact that he was alone with you right now. 

 The overexcited jock happily grabs your arm and drags you around the whole house of the party, Although he was meant to be giving you a supposed ‘tour’; you noticed he was just staring deeply at your face whilst speaking. You came to the conclusion that he didn't really know what he was doing, he just wanted to impress you.

Amid the swirling costumes and pulsating music, You  felt as if you were caught in a whirlwind. Every step you took was accompanied by Alex, who remained steadfastly close. The bulky man stayed close, like an overprotective guard dog, as you both navigated the crowd. Y/N couldn't help but feel suffocated by his constant presence. You desperately needed a moment of peace, a brief escape from his watchful eyes. You decide to ask him for a favour, of course he’d help you. 

 You finally mustered the courage to speak up, tugging at the edge of Alex's costume and turning to him with a gentle but tired smile. "Hey, Alex, do you mind getting me a drink? I could really use a break."

The jock beamed at you, happy that you trusted him enough to do something for you. ‘That must mean you like him right?! That's how it works!!’

 "Of course, Y/N," he replied, his voice warm and reassuring. "I'll be right back with your drink. Just stay right here, okay?"

You nodded gratefully, allowing yourself a sigh of relief as Alex disappeared into the crowd, determined to fulfil your request. The distance that had separated them, albeit briefly, was a welcome change, and you could breathe a little easier. 

Although he told you to stay where you were, you began to wander around and observe the revelry around you. People in all manner of costumes danced, drank, and got a little too comfortable with each other. 

You let out a yelp as you open a door to a couple grinding on each other.  Murmuring a dozen apologies, you leave the room flustered. 

As you lose yourself in your thoughts and in the house, you notice a familiar white haired male approaching you, with a wide cheshire grin, Kieran; the host of the party. 

The playboy moved through the crowd with an air of confidence and intrigue. He was dressed up as… a prisoner with handcuffs. Or as he’d probably say ‘a sexy prisoner.’ ‘Please don't come here, please don't come here, please don't come here.’ Is the phrase that repeatedly pops up in your head as you try to look at anything but him. 

“Boo!” The playboy whispers in your ears as he wraps his arm around your shoulders. He then turns you around and ignores the pout on your face, Inspecting your outfit whilst biting his lips. 

“Are you done eye-fucking me?” you sneered, crossing your arms as you tried to move slightly away from the playful male. "Oh man, you would've looked prettier as a princess~" he purred, his voice carrying a flirtatious undertone, his words accompanied by a roguish grin. You were clearly no stranger to Kieran's personality and annoying nickname for you. You roll your eyes and retort  "Well I'd rather not deal with the whole 'damsel in distress' shit tonight," a hint of sarcasm laced in your response. 

Kieran laughed, unbothered by your resistance. "Ooh but I'd have so much fun saving you princess~!” he said, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "But what made you change your mind coming to my party? I rang your phone like two hours ago and you didn't pick up.” He questions with a raised eyebrow,  his sly smirk still displayed on his face before he laughs.

“Missed my face that much huh?  Should’ just said! Would've came running to you.” 

You couldn't be bothered to talk about how you were forced to come to this stupid party, and also not wanting to mention Reina because for some reason they both had some weird dislikement towards each other. “Just had a change of heart.” You say before turning around and attempting to walk away from Kieran, but again luck wasn't on your side as he grabs your arm and tuts. The dimly lit room with the midst of the crowd, made you focus on the playful man's eyes and you noticed a shine in his eyes whilst staring at you. Before you could tell him to let you go,he whispers closely to you, so close that you could faintly smell the alcohol and mint laced in his breath. “Hey this is my party y’know? Let me show you a more secluded area, perfect for an introvert like you~” He teases as he drags your arm downstairs, and into one of the rooms which he had to twist to unlock. You silently cuss the playboy as you notice his entire group of so-called friends in the room. LED lights which displayed red, multiple couples in the room doing God knows what.

 As you both walk further into the room, Kieran, too busy dabbing up people who you never once saw in your life, You notice a pile of unlabeled drugs and drinks on the table that was in the centre of the room. Quickly looking away, you squint your eyes as you try to notice anyone that you’re familiar with. In the corner of the room, there's a girl wearing a red corset with red horns, matching yours. You notice her angry expression as she converses with the two people around her. It was Reina. She notices your gaze and her face slightly softens, As she approaches you, she notices your arm being held by Kieran. Her face returns to the expression of which you first saw in the room. The white haired male doesn't notice the vexed delinquent yet, and he stares at your face in confusion as he notices you watching something, following your line of view he finally sees the girl wearing the devil costume. “Oh hey! Didn't know I invited you to my party?” He says playfully, but you notice the snark in his voice.  Reina seems to notice it too as her face contorts into one of jealousy. “You guys know each other?” She questions, her question directed towards mostly you. Your hands begin to sweat as you attempt to stutter out an excuse, but for the second time this night, the living sun in human form interrupts your conversation by walking into the room, except this time he didn't have a happy expression, it was evident that he was sulking. 

Your eyes drift to his hands, noticing the drink in his hands that you had specifically asked for. ‘Shit..’ you think to yourself and for the first time you felt bad for the jock. You didn't mean to leave him for that long! It was more of Kierans fault for dragging you away. “I have your drink Y/N…” He says with wide eyes and pursed lips, clearly upset that you had just left him. With an apologetic gaze, you gently take the drink away from his grasp with a thank you, as you look away with a little guilt. “Oh my god, not this freak here again!” Reina scorns,disdain in her face as she stares at both Alex and Kieran, they stare back with disgust. The entire school year, these three constantly hung around you and you still managed to never make them interact whilst you were there, in fear of any of these bold characters causing a scene. But of course, the one day where you especially didn't want to see any of them, they all surround you possessively with jealousy tangled in their eyes. Could this night get any worse? -

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It most definitely can. You managed to calm them down and now you're all sat in a circle, with random people you don't know. Kieran sat down next to you on the right, while Alex occupied the seat on the left, and Reina sat across from you, clearly not happy with the seating arrangements.

Whilst the room was filled with chatter, one of Kieran's friends mentioned a board game that you've never heard about  that supposedly had the power to ‘summon demons.’

The suggestion hung in the air, Kieran laughed at the idea and laughed harder as he noticed the uncomfortable look in your face. 

“Don't worry babe, i'll protect you~” He whispers in your ear, Reina notices you two conversing but can't hear what he told you, Her already green eyes appear even greener as she looks away enviously. The idea was met with hesitance, but with Kieran's playful persuasion, everyone reluctantly agreed to try it.

As the game commenced, Alex clutched onto your arm, his protectiveness reaching new heights. The friendly giants sends you a look of comfort. Reina, on the other hand, grew increasingly annoyed and impatient, wanting to leave this messed up party. Still, she begrudgingly  stayed, unwilling to abandon her beloved in this situation.

The group followed the game's instructions, and to their shock, the room filled with an eerie energy. The lights began to flicker and in an instant it turned off, most of the room ran away screaming, not caring about the party anymore. Others began to laugh with interest  and waited for what was going to happen next. a sinister figure formed in the centre of their makeshift circle. You freeze as you notice the demon (?), he is fucking terrifying but inspecting him closer the extremely tall thing is quite.. handsome?  

A malevolent demon with smouldering eyes and a sinister grin, stood before everyone. Panic coursed through the room, and everyone, including yourself , scrambled to flee. As you attempted to escape, the demon swiftly locked the door, trapping you inside with Alex, Reina, and Kieran.

With a devilish chuckle, The demon introduced himself as Silas. The red faced man turned his attention to you. He took your chin in his hand, his touch chilling to the bone. His nails dug sharply into your skin. "You're prettier than the angels we have where I'm from" he hissed, his voice dripping with lust.

Your heart raced with fear and arousal as you looked into Silas's eyes, a shiver running down your spine. Alex and Reina attempted to interject, their voices laced with fear and anger, but Silas silenced them with a mere flick of his fingers, flooding their minds with endorphins that dulled their resistance. Kieran seemed to be less affected by whatever poison Silas had put out as he grabs Y/Ns arm towards his chest. “I don't know what the hell you are but she's mine, get in line” Kieran jokes, not scared of the situation at all. You send him the dirtiest look possible as Silas laughs mockingly at the playboys statement.

As the night wore on, and the party raged outside, Y/N, Alex, Reina, and Kieran were trapped with this demon who had an interest in you for some strange reason. Well, everyone in this room has some abnormal interest in you and it seems that you're quite literally trapped in a  room with people who would do anything for you. Even if that means fighting a demon.

Desperation welled up in your body as you realised the dire situation that you were stuck in. "How am I supposed to leave now?" you whisper to yourself, noticing 4 gazes staring at you with different expressions but they all contained one thing, Lust.

Did Silas forget to mention that he was a succubus?

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[moumouton4]

Hi! I just discovered your blog and saw your request are open. I've had an crazy idea for a prompt or HC but never could being myself to write it so if you're willing/interested it would be great but no pb if not!

The idea is female reader being curious about having s*x inside tsukuyomi (hello, multiple Itachis at once in a timeless dimension? Yes, please).

In this scenario Itachi would be healthy and have EMS (reader has special powers and she was able to heal him and turn his MS into EMS a while back).

Anyway, the idea could have come to her in a dream. At first she's super embarrassed and doesn't even tell Itachi about her HAWT dream (he probably knows she has a steamy dream). She tries to shove the idea to the side but it's keeps creeping in. She acts weird around him every time he has his MS, she can't help fantasizing about it. After a while, he finally gets her to tell him why she's acting weird and what's been on her mind.

I'll let you decide how he reacts to this.

Thank you for reading!

And Everywhere : Sex In Tsukuyomi || Itachi Uchiha x fem!reader

A/n : Here it is finally ! I've never been so proud of writing something new. I think it turned out pretty great ! I really hope you'll like it ✨

Part 1 : Out Of Nowhere 🍳

Warnings : Penetrative sex, kinda dom Itachi, spanks, oral fem:receiver, fingering, sex inside Tukuyomi, Y/n has wet dreams, overstimulation, Y/n has synchronized orgasms, 18+ READERS ONLY and wrap it before you tap it

Masterlist ⚜

I don’t give permission to repost my work, if you want to share it just reblogue it

Word count : 2565

“Itachi… hnn that’s t-too much” you whined

“Shhh Sweetheart” he whispered hoarsly “I you can take me you can surely take several of us” and not even a second later you saw them close on you

You woke up with your hair sticky to your sweaty forehead. Your thighs were clenching and you could clearly feel the wetness dripping from your core. The throb was barely bearable

A sigh of relief escaped your lips when you turned on your side and saw the empty spot next to you. Itachi, according to the delicate smell of scrambled eggs filling the house, must have gone to make you both breakfast. You really hoped he didn’t see anything while he was still there

You quickly got out of bed and ran to the bathroom. You found yourself torn between the reflex to splash cold water on your face and the need to quickly relieve your legs from the growing ache between them. You went for the first one hoping it would help the lingering need to subside. At the moment it helped but you suspected that the effects would last

You made your way towards the kitchen, a casual smile plastered on your face, to hide your state of arousal so as not awaken his suspicions

“Good morning Beautiful” he said softly “Did you sleep well ?” he asked before leaving a kiss on your temple

“Y-yeah good. And you ?” you answered with a light blush coloring your cheeks

“Still as perfect as when I sleep with you” He headed for the table with two plates full of avocado toast and egg in hand. He served you before sitting down opposite you.

"And you weren't too hot last night" he remembered that the day before you'd looked a little feverish

You swallowed loudly, almost choking on your bread "N-no, it was fine"

"Are you sure ?" he placed a gentle hand on your forehead "You look like you might be hot"

You quickly shook your head “No no don’t worry I’m fine. It’s just… we are in the middle of Summer and it’s getting kinda hot ahah” you tried to reassure him but internally you slapped yourself “That’s not good job Y/n” ( and no because I’m French I’m not going to laugh hon hon, no one does this 💀 )

With that, he decided not to burden you any further and to talk about the fact that his Mangekyou Sharingan had evolved into an Eternal one. He could always talk about it later

Meanwhile, you struggled to concentrate on your food, the images of several of him tending to you not wanting to leave your mind. And you felt your legs squeeze together creating a little friction

You just wanted to ask him, to tell him about the fantasy you'd just developed, but the words failed you "No, it's much too embarrassing… He's a simple man, he's not extravagant… He'd never like that… What if he thinks it's weird ?" your train of thought was drowning you and you found yourself staring at your plate

As he was looking at you he couldn’t help but wonder what was one your mind though he decided against his own curiosity not to pry into things

You finally managed to extricate you from this awkward situation. But as you predicted, the cold water didn't have much effect, so you used the excuse of going for a shower to take care of your dripping cunt

The next few days promised to be even more difficult. Every night, despite all your efforts, you ended up in the same dream, reflecting your unspeakable fantasies. And of course, every morning you'd wake up hot, breathless and soaking wet

You knew that things started to get out of hand when one day after you just climaxed in your bathroom, your hands stayed between your legs unable to stop its motion. You clearly needed more, you needed him… and dare you say them

But Itachi was far from being dumb. Little by little he noticed you acting differently. You didn’t sit on his lap as much as before when you were eating or just watching the tv. You stopped taking showers together like you used too. And as if to add to the basket, it's been a while since you've been well… had sex. Not that he minded but sometimes he wanted to feel you closer, to use this intimate moment to strengthen you bond and also he can't hide this from himself he has needs - I mean he is an Uchiha, inevitably he has a high sex drive

But the fact that you distanced yourself from him made him feel a little self-conscious. He wondered if he'd done something wrong or if it was just you, whose flame had dimmed. He just hoped you weren't hiding anything serious from him

After all, you were his first and only. He discovered everything with you in this field. With some firsts memorably played and others a little more laborious. I mean you took his virginity and he took yours. You were the one and only who had seen him at his best, but also at his worst when he was the most vulnerable. And that’s why he didn’t want to go against your will. He trusts you more than he could ever trust anyone so if you think you don't need to talk about it. Well, that's his choice too

Though he couldn’t help but wonder when you’ll tell him. Because he can be patient but he has his limits, it’s not only about sex, it’s about sharing this connection with you. But if you distance yourself like he fears you might be getting sick of the whole thing of being with him

And that’s those thoughts that push him one day decide to finally address the subject. Whatever it might be

He approached you softly so as not to surprise you as you sat comfortably on the sofa, your back to him "Tell me Y/n if there was anything important or affecting your health you'd talk to me about it right ?" he looked unsure

You blinked slowly at his question "Y-yes of course why ?" but the stuttering only increased his concern.

"And otherwise everything's fine ? I mean we're fine ?" his question made your heart clench. Your hands delicately grasped his face as you spoke with conviction "Of course we are. What made you ask me that question ?" but in the back of your head you knew exactly why

"I-I'm sorry… it's just that for a while now I've felt you've been a bit distant. I must have been imagining things then…" he sensed that there was more to it than that, his gaze was directed towards the sofa cushions, he felt really bad. He was aware of various unfamiliar factors, such as the thin layer of sweat that glistened on your skin when you woke up, or the way your breathing quickened every time he mentioned or used his Mangekyou Sharigan during training. His face took on a rare expression of sadness

Which broke your heart. You took a deep breath and said "A-actually, there is something. But it's nothing serious, it's just that…" you stopped and met his gaze fixed in yours. He was waiting for an answer, he needed one "There's something I'd like to try. If you agree…"

"Anything for you" he said almost instantly

"It's been working me up for a while now and I was wondering if… by any chance… you could take me with you to your Eternal Mangekyou Sharingan's own dimension… to you know enjoy a good time together ?" by the time you finished that sentence your voice had dropped a lot, you were bright red. This time unable to look at him

He blinked s l o w l y as if you suddenly started speaking in another language. The cogs in his brain were turning at full speed "Eternal Mangekyou Sharingan… enjoy… together ?" he was trying to make something out of what you just said

And then suddenly it clicked in his mind "If she started to distance herself, was it because she was… excited ? So it wasn't fever but envy"

His eyes were very wide "Y-you want to make love i-inside the Tsukuyomi ?" he said almost in disbelief at his own words

You nodded slowly, unable to rely on your word, the words jammed directly into your throat with the way it was knotted

He swallowed the lump in his throat before speaking "Alright then" he didn't even want to question your desire because he trusted you completely. If you wanted it, there was a reason. Besides, everything you'd offered him in bed before had been good, so why shouldn't it be ? He tried to reassure himself, but couldn't stop the anxiety that came with the anticipation of what was to come

He turned his attention to his eyes to reveal the famous pupils that had been wetting your panties for nearly a week "Look into my eyes, Precious, will you ?" he gently took your hand to make you look in his direction

Your breath hitched as you crossed his red and black orbs. You concentrated on the spinning pattern, letting yourself gently sink into this other world over which you had no control

When you finally opened your eyes, you were stunned by the change of scenery. All around you was a red world, the ground and sky as far as the eye could see, creating a very intimate atmosphere. The few clouds above you didn't even seem to move, as if time had stood still. You felt his hand squeeze yours "Is everything all right here ?" he wanted to make sure you weren't uncomfortable "It's even better" you whispered breathlessly

He chuckled softly. He wondered what you had in mind, but he was beginning to suspect that to want to come to a parallel dimension where time was suspended and only he had control, you'd have to have a precise idea "So you have a precise idea or…" he trailed off

You tried to speak but your voice came out hoarse. You cleared your throat and tried again "We've already got to take off his layers-" you hadn't even finished your sentence when he snapped his fingers and as if by magic, you both found yourselves naked in front of each other. His discomfort dissipated little by little as he reveled in the power the Tsukuyomi gave him

You gasped at the consequence of his action. It all happened too quickly "And now ?" he continued

You didn't dare say it so you took a detour "I'd like the sensations to increase tenfold" and as if your words were orders

He took a step towards you and cupped your cunt in his hand, his palm applying light pressure to your clitoris "I see. But if I'd known it had such an effect on you, we'd have come sooner" he said, his fingers gently smearing your juices on your already sensitive sex

He gently pushed you backwards and just as you thought you were going to fall, you found yourself sitting on the lap of another Itachi who was sitting on a chair. His hands went straight to your waist and caressed your sides. You could clearly feel that he was hard

The one in front of you slowly got to his knees, he gently spread your legs and you watched his head move towards your center "Itachi- hmm" you moaned softly as his mouth pressed against your clit "Shhh don't worry we'll take care of you now" and with that he dived back in. His tongue worked hungrily as it lapped every drop of your sweet nectar

The other Itachi's hands slowly drifted to your breasts as he kneaded them softly before twisting your erect nipples between his fingers

"Knghh" you moaned loudly as you felt something entering you. But when you looked down between your legs Itachi was only licking your cunt, his face buried against your folds -Another hand, turned your head towards the right as another scene unfolded. The third Itachi, standing up next to you spoke “Look at that it seems you’re having fun there” and your eyes widening at the view of a fourth Itachi who was pounding… another YOU in a bed not so far away

You couldn’t help but feel his dick quickly railing you even if it was you who were getting railed at the moment

And if you thought it was going to stop… not even two minutes later you felt a sharp spank on your ass and a kiss right after. As you were already sitting down you suspected something else was going on. So you turned your head to look for another clone, it wasn't really easy because you couldn't concentrate with all the attention you were getting at the moment

Soon you saw the space around you filling up with other clones of you and Itachi, who clearly had no time to lose. You didn't know how you hadn't come yet, but you assumed Itachi had something to do with it

You were close to being overwhelmed, feeling kisses on your neck, on your lips, on your chest, fingers curling inside you, cocks bottoming out in a row, not to mention the Itachi who'd been eating your pussy for… well, you didn't even know how long it had been going on. But you trusted him to take care of you

And then as if he knew what you were thinking, you suddenly felt the knot in your stomach tighten "You're close aren't you my little Vixen ?" he whispered against your ear. At this point you didn't even know where the original was. You nodded briskly. Desperately trying to say the word "Pl- pl- ple"

"Don't worry, Sweetheart, let me help you finish properly" and with that you felt all the sensations accelerate. You came with a strangled scream you didn't even know you were capable of

On your couch in the comfort of your home, your body arched and you felt your juices running down your already soaked thighs "F-fuck… ugh I-tachi" you barely managed to speak

It felt like a hundred orgasms had hit you at once. You couldn't keep the spams out of your body even after the clones had gradually disappeared

Itachi, who surely had also come in his pants, held your shuddering body very close to his own to help you ground yourself back in reality. He didn't know why there was a mixture of excitement and anxiety at seeing you like this. But at least he was sure you'd enjoyed it

He let you bask in the afterglow of your more than intense love making

Then he took you gently into the bathroom and cleaned you up with cool water. Once he was satisfied with his work, he took you to bed. You'll probably need a lot of rest after this - cut to you sleeping for 48 hours !

Frankly, if you slept that much, you'd be the only one worried. He knew very well that you needed to rest he'd put you through it for 5h30 straight… let's just say it's going to be his dirty little secret for now

~

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Taglist : @foxxymunson , @cl0vr, @ilovemanypeople , @glossy1pearl

#naruto #naruto imagine #naruto smut #naruto shippuden #naruto shippuden imagine #naruto shippuden smut #itachi uchiha #itachi uchiha x reader #itachi uchiha x reader smumt #itachi x reader #itachi uchiha imagine #itachi uchiha smut #smut #request #miri-writes

[stevesbipanic]

B!!!!! 5k omg!!!! <3 <3 can I ask for 2. or 40. with angst vibes?? (and also maybe w/ a happy ending?) LOVE U B!!! <3

Thank you Noelle <3

I'm gonna combine them. 2. "What do you want?"/"I want you to choose me!" and 40. Ghost

Steve had a lot of regrets in his life. He regretted his King Steve days, he regretted not saving Barb, he regretted not standing up to his dad sooner, but most of all he regrets his last conversation with Eddie.

He and Eddie had started dating a few months after Vecna, all it took was life-threatening injuries and a speedrun of a sexuality crisis. They were happier than either of them could ever remember and it wasn't long before they moved in together. Eddie still played at the Hideout every Tuesday but now also worked at the garage downtown. Steve was working multiple retail jobs trying to save up for paramedic classes. Nancy and Robin were away at college now, Robin had originally wanted Steve to come with them but understood his need to stay with the kids. Which was the reason Steve was regretting his life now.

Eddie had come home excited, Steve thought it was just the energy of performing following him home, until Eddie told him that an agency wanted to sign the band, wanted to move them to the city, away from Hawkins, away from Steve.

"I thought you'd be happy for me!"

"I am happy for you but don't you think it's kind of sudden, this random man wants your band?"

"That's how the industry works, Steve!"

"So you're just going to pack up and leave, leave me and the kids behind?"

"The kids are almost graduated, Steve, Vecna is gone, the Upside down is gone, why can't you see that, why can't you let yourself be happy!"

"I am happy! Here! With you! What do you want? What do you want from me!?"

"I want you to choose me!"

Steve goes quiet, "I wanted the same things, Eds, clearly, you've made up your mind though." Steve had retreated to their bedroom after that, he heard the front door slam shortly after. Eddie didn't return home and his van was found wrapped around a tree the next morning.

Everything blurred after that, Steve couldn't focus on the days until one night he awoke to a sound in the kitchen. He grabbed his bat and snuck down the hallway towards a weird glow, fearing the supernatural he swung, but his bat just passed straight through.

"Oi Stevie, what the fuck, are you trying to kill me again?"

Steve looked up in surprise and shock, there was Eddie just how he was the day he left, a faint blue glow around his edges and the vision of the fridge seen through him.

"You're a ghost?"

"That's the first thing you say?"

Steve breaks down after that, sobs wracking his body as the spectre tries to comfort him.

"I'm so sorry, Eds, we should've been celebrating that night and instead I chased you out of our home, and then, and then you died and I never got to say how sorry I was and how proud I am of you and how you were right the kids are grown now and we deserve to go be happy and go somewhere I can hold your hand and you can play your music."

The ghost wipes at Steve's tears to no avail, giving him a bittersweet smile, "Tell me that again when you see me, ok?"

Steve is confused before suddenly he's sitting up in his bed again, he hears a sound from the kitchen, and in an eery sense of deja vu, grabs his bat again and moves down the hallway. He doesn't swing this time, instead dropping his bat with a clatter at the vision before him. There's Eddie, very much alive looking equally upset as Steve feels, he jumps at the sound before Steve slams into him wrapping him tightly in a hug and sobbing into his chest.

"Woah, woah sweetheart, it's ok, it's ok, I'm sorry I left but I needed to clear my head but look I'm back, I'm sorry."

"Y-you were dead, you crashed your van," Steve sobs.

"Crashed my van? Stevie did you have a nightmare? Oh sweetheart, no I'm ok, see?"

The edges of sleep clear from his memory now as he realises it was all a dream.

"We should move to California."

Steve never wants to regret the things he says to Eddie ever again.

Prompt List

#angst with a happy ending #eddie dies #but not really #ghost au #kinda #Bhits5k #stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #ficlet #stranger things s4

[partysol-the-umbrella-wielder]

I thought I posted this already oops. Here is some bios of these two idiots that I love so much.

Hurbie (she/her): Before she made her little journey, she was a tailor apprentice working under Harhall.

She is decently peppy And tries to keep everyone in high spirits. But her anxiety and awkwardness is worn directly on her. She tries to appear tough and she technically is, But at this point she's so used to people bossing her around that she struggles to actually put her foot down.

She just moved to the bean bean kingdom for job reasons But also for an old dream. She had as a kid to go to space so she's trying to rent a rocket for that ( I like to imagine space travel is actually pretty easy here thanks to galaxy)

tho despite doing what she loves, she ended up becoming pretty miserable after a while of doing the same thing every day. As she was not very good at talking and ended up self isolating for a bit.

It's only after she takes a night walk to try and help herself, She finds the person that changes her entire life. Beez! She ends up rescuing this "poor defenseless" alien and a super willing to help when hearing their plight about trying to find other survivors. Letting them take her boom box and modify it, and coming along to help.

She ends up, however, learning more about what they are and, well, how deadly the Shroobs are in general. After this, she was tempted to try and stop this, but something kept pushing her forward. Almost like her brain is working against her. It's probably nothing, though :]

She also never fully goes villain despite everything. Even after some changes she goes through, she is still a dork that cares a lot about aliens and cool clothes

Beez (it/they/he) shroob mechanic that survived what they call "the acid rain."

They don't really talk about anything before that. It's hard enough trying to remember what was going on during the rain. Seeing they're fallen melt away.

What we do know is They ran far away from the mushroom kingdom, even somehow crossed the border into bean bean.

There they stayed for multiple years. Completely isolated and emotionless. It wasn't until a weird bean creature approached them that they started moving again, to attack her at first, But then stopping after feeling touch for the first time in years.

Shroobs can't cry,, So all they did was stop. The weird bean called Hurb Took them in giving them some leftover pizza and soda and even giving her room to them. They were definitely confused by this hospitality but ended up learning to enjoy this kindness.

After all, wasn't the whole mission to find a place to call home to finally relax. Yet they were left unsatisfied... The mission couldn't truly succeed when there's only one of them left. In the end, they repurposed Hurb's old boom box not only for communication but also to send a signal out, a shroob sos, to try and find any survivors. It took a while, but they did.

And that starts their journey to find every last shroob!

Beez ends up going from mimicking emotions to finding their own person within this mess. Which ends up making them one of the kinder shroobs... Emphasis on kinder. He can and will still try to kill people. But only if it's necessary. He ends up getting a hobby outside of his electronic work by learning how to make drinks. Vim never tasted better!

#my art #my ocs #long post #mario and luigi #fanart #mario and luigi oc #shroob #beanish #mario and luigi partners in time #mario and luigi shroob #Hurbie #beez

[bcofl0ve]

I love Kaia, but you congratulate her so much for where she is now but you don’t congratulate Austin for working hard for decades with no connections and getting where he is. I find that weird. Can you explain why? I’m not looking to attack just a conversation. And then you sort of just accused him of using Kaia and her connections. He still works very hard to get what he has. Nobody is hiring him because he knows Cindy Crawford. His dedication hard work and talent is why he gets hired.

well she was on a late night show last night and he was not- that's the simplest possible answer here. i post about what's going on and when she's doing more publicly than him at any given time then that's going to bleed over to who i post more about. during mota and dune press i barley posted about *her* to the extent that i got some anons asking if i still liked her! i think that's just how running a blog for more than one person shakes out, i'm sure i'll "fall behind" with posting about her when bikeriders press starts and we're seeing more of austin out and about.

and it was her first *ever* late night interview, which is a big deal! and getting to experience a milestone like that for someone i'm a fan of was really nice. i wasn't in the fandom for austin's first late night appearance, i would've jumped up and down and cheered for that too if i was. last fall when the first bikeriders reviews came out of telluride and they were so glowing about austin it made me *cry* over how proud i was. and then i got a few anons bitching at me asking why i "didn't think he was capable" and "had to prove himself" lol. when i say it feels like i can never win on here...

i've said multiple times on both here and twitter in the past almost 2 years that ive run this blog that i'm very proud of austin. me also being proud of kaia/enjoying seeing her hitting milestones like late night interviews this doesn't negate that at all. i'm proud of them in like- different ways if that makes sense? austin, for like what you said, putting his nose to the grindstone and hustling to get to where he is now. kaia for going after her dreams re: acting vs modeling and for what she's doing to grow her passion project, book club/library science.

and no, i didn't accuse him of that. i said in a preceding tweet that that absolutely not why they're dating. their relationship isn't fake or "just for connections" on either side! it *is* however ridiculous when people accuse kaia of only using austin for his connections when she, as a nepo baby, has a million connections of her own and doesn't "need him" to get her foot in the door in the industry. isn't that the whole reason ppl are anti nepo baby? the "privilege of connections"?.

anyone who would genuinely suggest austin is only using kaia for her connections is also goofy bc their relationship isn't PR/i think it's clear he's with her because he wants to be with her. it's just hypocritical, and a little silly to act dating a nepo baby as a non nepo baby comes with absolutely 0 connections benefit at all. and that's not a bad thing either! as a huge fan of laura dern i love that she’s a mentor to him/they're buddies now bc of it! george clooney came to his defense when asked about his voice bc, as george said himself, the time he's spent around austin because he's dating his best friend's daughter. the 'butterfly effect' is pretty damn cool. i don't see it as an insult to chat about.

#gossip time with mollie

[pbandjesse]

Me and James are at creative alliance watching the interactive version of Death Becomes Her and I am having the best time. I love this movie and seeing it with drag queens and things to throw ala rocky horror is so fun. I'm so glad we did this.

I decided to work from home today. I thought it would be nice to get the extra sleep (true) and I thought I could focus better on my lesson plan writing (mixed results). But overall I had a really nice day.

I had felt really weird last night and ended up having a pretty horrifying dream about a creature at camp. Like I woke up so distressed I had to wake James up because I was so upset. But being held helped me fall back asleep and only be a little upset and unsettled.

When I first woke up was when I decided I should work from home. I let Alexi know and she was chill and we wished each other happy Easters.

I slept until 9. And when I woke up I felt better. I would get dressed. I wore my new pants and felt so cute. They fit me in the exact way I want pants to fit and it's great. And once I went downstairs to get the breakfast James had left for me I jumped right into my work.

I wanted to get as much of these lessons written as possible. But this ended up being a way bigger task then I expected. Like logically I should have realized but each program just breaks down into so many parts and each part has its own multiple different parts. So I had to start just finished the Early American and Art ones. This at least I had a handle on.

This would take most of the morning. I would take a break and do my nails. Just trying to get all of the cuticles and make them soft so I don't pull and chew on them and make myself bleed. I would have a fun nose bleed during this time that went all over my face and was a little distressing. But I would be okay. I would clean myself up and get back to work.

I would get all the cabin choice and village time programs their own documents and put them in the correct folders and started to break down what happens at each. Mostly just taking the info I already wrote. But it was good progress and I was feeling good about it.

I would have to reach out for help though. I asked Heather to discuss sharing the load. Something John the consultant has said to do. To stop being the only one writing things. And while I want to take all the credit I am just not going to be able to do all of this in the time I have. So I need help. And Heather agreed and we are working on a plan. I'm sure next week we will discuss this more.

I would finish one of the 20 something documents and and took another break. This time to go through my packing list and look over what I have already thrown in my bag for Africa. I would go through my toiletry bag and refill some stuff. I would like the borrow the label maker and go through and label each container because the sharpie just rubs off and then I have 5 white creams I don't know who is who. I'll probably borrow camps next week.

I would stop for lunch around 2. I had the rest of the spaghetti from last night and some garlic bread. I tried opening the windows for sweetp but he went out and immediately there was a huge gust of wind and he came back in. I do not blame him. We closed the windows.

I went back to work for another hour or so. Got half way through another document. Was trying to remain focused but some of them are really hard to write because they are like. Gaga. Or team building games (general). But I will continue to work through these and it will be okay.

I would finish up my day and headed down to lay on the couch with sweetp. Just resting until James got home. And I was so happy to see them. They said the wind was tough but they made it home and were only marginally sweaty.

We would hang out on the couch and caught up about the day.bbht very soon it was 6! And that meant it was time for us to go to dinner.

We drove to Mathews and we have finally made it. Because they didn't even give us menus just came to the table to tell us they already put in our order. We have become regulars! This is great.

And we came in at the perfect time. Because after we sat down it got real busy. But our meal was great. And we talked about our trip and silly things like a game James is playing with their coworkers where they are hiding their business cards in each other pockets and other places. I'm glad they re having fun.

We would walk over to the theater at 7. They tried to gaslight up and say the door were actually at 730 so we walked around their gallery. But also I checked the Instagram post and it 100% says 7. But it's fine.

I would end up confusing James because I kept referring to the show as trivia apparently. I knew it was not trivia but I couldn't think what it was actually called. An interactive show. But James would get us the game pack bags with things to throw. And we took a picture at the photo booth. And soon it was time to take our seats.

And the show was so fun. The drag queens were hilarious. The props were perfect. I forgot how much I love that movie. Death becomes her used to come on TV and it was the movie that no matter where I came apon it I would sit and finish it. The shot gun through the stomach is just burned in my brain it's so good. There was a lot of the movie I forgot. Which honestly made the viewing so much better. And at intermission they had a costume contest and that was a lot of fun to cheer for. I love that they used a puppet for Bruce Willis's character. And the whole thing was great. My cheeks hurt from laughing by the end.

We just left and I really had the best time. I really hope me and James make an effort to get back into seeing shows and going places more. And now that we are more settled I really hope we make that happen.

It is late now though. And tomorrow I am going to see Jess. We are going to a pick your own flower place. I'm very excited. I am going to take a shower and go to bed soon. We are almost home now. I feel really happy.

Sleep well everyone. Talk tomorrow!!

[brightgnosis]

I had such a wild dream last night that involved some kind of weird Poly situation and a sex cult. It was strange as heck, but but it reminded me of a group of friends I let go last year who were hyper obsessed with Romance and Love in a lot of small ways I didn't realize- or, rather, knew, but ignored mostly despite it annoying me.

It reminded me of one member of that friend group in particular, though, that my Husband and I had been involved with in a Poly relationship. We were in a long distance relationship, but it was only an hour drive so it wasn't the worst. Our car that we had at the time, however, was slowly breaking down. So we put things on hold momentarily until we could get a new vehicle. We did, as promised, in less than 6 months. But by the time we got it, she'd straight up just randomly moved to Texas without giving us any warning, or even remotely telling us about it.

I literally had to find out she moved by putting two-and-two together myself from her Tumblr posts? She lived in Texas for multiple years, though, and we made our peace with it. But then she decided to move back here to Oklahoma finally, and for some reason she just assumed- again, without speaking to us at all- that moving back here would mean we'd automatically start dating again; that the 3 of us would pick our relationship back up where we'd left off years ago before she moved to Texas out of nowhere ???

We have no idea what gave her these ideas, but she seemed so confused and upset when we weren't ball for it. But we were absolutely baffled why she'd think that ... Like, one: Why would get back into a relationship with someone with so little consideration like that to begin with? And two: You can't just "pick back up exactly where you left off" 5 or 6 years later- nor would we even want to with zero discussion about it in the first place?

It just baffled us. Just as much as it baffled me when another different friend came down insisting she and I were going to be romantic with one another ... When I'd literally routinely told her multiple times that there was no way in Antarctica that I was going to be romantic with her while she lived with us. Not given the circumstances of her coming to live with us at the time. Like ???

But she still insisted, and acted like it, and even went so far as to ... The only way I can describe it is basically try to replace my Husband by emulating all the tiny things he did with me; standing on my right behind me. Getting me Tea in the mornings. Kissing me on top of the head. Rubbing my shoulders. Etc.

By the time she left I didn't want anyone to touch me in any capacity- not even my own husband; I literally had an emotional breakdown the entire ride home from taking her to the Airport. I had to go back to Therapy for weeks in order to redo all of my therapy from my last abusive ex that my Husband and I had worked for years on getting me over, it was so bad. and I'm still not over that trauma.

And then another friend was always so wrapped up in this absolute fantasy land of obsession about finding a partner? That's literally all she cared about, was this super niche fantasy she had about her perfect soul mate. That's all any conversation with her was ever about: Her fandom escapism, how that intersected with her fictional fantasy of her future life partner, and HaShem ... She'd even convinced herself that the Christian God was punishing her by withholding her soul mate from her. And no matter how hard I tried to help for like 15+ years, you just couldn't get anywhere with her. It was so incredibly sad.

Then another friend got mad at me for telling them their routine existential crisis level questioning of their sexual identity like clock work every few years really wasn't healthy- and neither was the entire server's new obsession with this "CompHet" doc that literally read like a RadFem manifesto (sincerely an ex RadFem). They left me what felt at the time like a multi-paragraph rant in response, and I tried to tell them I was busy spending time with my Husband at that moment and would talk to them about it later. So they tried to corner me in DMs anyways against the explicit boundary I'd put in place, and then got mad at me for "being dismissive of them and their feelings" when I was firm about that boundary and told them off for doing so; they decided I'd done The Ultimate Disrespect somehow, at that point, and that our friendship was over.

What is with people. It's was all so absolutely ridiculous! All the time! Like ... Holy cow.

Looking back on it all after this dream reminded me of it? I understand why I always felt like the Group Psychologist and "Mom Friend" all the time. But I'm not actually a Mom Friend. I just don't do stupidity and had gotten stuck with a bunch of complete and unhealthy idiots for "friends". And I felt obligated to deal with them (and to continue dealing with them) because they had all decided I was their friend at various points ... And truth be told ... I was too afraid of saying no because the alternative was Loneliness.

I'm very glad I finally had the courage to get rid of this group of friends. My life has been significantly less frustrating, stressful, and chaotic for the last couple years since. And I'm much happier now, without always having to deal with their nonsense.

#Personal #Communicating Beautifully #2023

[lord-of-the-harvest]

Pleasure, Pain, and Power Chapter 1

Intro

Summary: Fox has been looking for a new pet since his last one met a nasty fate on stream, and has his eyes on a fellow “industry worker” Jasmine. She’s a cosplaying, gore-watching streamer who might just be able to hold the horrifying title of “Fox’s Pet”.

Contains: mention of hentai, sex work, animated gore, and human trafficking

MDNI

“Oh my GOD!!”

Jasmine covered her face in disgust at the video she was watching, cartoonishly peeking through her fingers. These over the top reactions are what her people paid for, and she would make sure they’d get it. Jasmine had found her niche when it came to streaming, “cute girl reacts to disturbing content”. She could handle it, she had been desensitized to this stuff for years, but that’s not what they wanted. Her viewers wanted their sweet slutty streamer decked out in various cosplays to shudder, gag, and scream at what was on her screen. Viewers could send in recommendations, or pay extra to guarantee their video would be seen. Usually it was weird hentai, viral shock videos, or porn involving the worst excrement of the human body. Tonight was no different, some poor hentai girl being ravaged by tentacles, only to be ripped apart at her climax.

“Omg guys, I’m actually gonna vomit after that. That video came from f33t_fucker69, go to hell f33t_fucker69 ew!!”

All an act. She squirmed in her chair, pitched her voice up as high as it’d go, trying to sell it as best she could. 

“That’s all for tonight guys.” She said stifling a fake gag. “I’ll see you all again for the next stream Thursday night! Stay horny pervs~”

With a wink, she closed out of the stream and opened her phone. Jasmine enjoyed it, she really did. So much creativity went into her work, and the payoff was incredibly rewarding and encouraging. She managed to make some friends with fellow streamers, and even a few customers. One in particular had been incredibly generous. That’s who she was texting. She didn’t know much about him, other than his age, a fake name, a plethora of kinks, and a few of his favorite animes. He had sent her the very outfit she was wearing that night, it was a black latex one piece, with a few magical girl elements included. She went over to her long mirror, snapped a couple pics in it, and relaxed back into her chair. She sent the more provocative pictures to her favorite customer, thanking him for the outfit; and posted the rest to Twitter, thanking those who joined the stream. Although she loved this line of work, the screen time got to her, so it was time to unplug for a minute and take a shower. 

After she returned, robe on and hair wrapped up in a towel, she caved and looked at her phone again. On it displayed multiple Twitter notifications, a text from her friend asking about the stream, and a message from “Fox”.

“You look delicious darling, and I couldn’t take my eyes off of you on your little stream. Tell me, have you thought more about my offer?”

Jasmine threw her head back, scrunching her face, and sighed. One of her most important rules was she never met up with clients, no matter what they promised her. She knew too many girls with too many bad experiences. But, something about “Fox” was different. Sure he was perverted, older, and every other sentence of his was likely a lie, but he was still so different to her regular viewers. He was charming, understanding, and would even check up on her when she seemed off. Not to mention he clearly has the cash to back up his word, he sends her gifts and tips sometimes just for talking to him. The first time he asked her out came with a $100 deposit right into her CashApp. He was only asking for dinner at a fancy, expensive restaurant she could only dream of going to. The kind of place where you go to look at the menu and none of the options come with a price tag. He also offered her enough cash to pay off her next two months rent just for showing up. Fine.

“Hi Fox!! I’m so glad you loved my stream! You’ve made me such a generous offer, and after much consideration, I’d love to accept! I’ll meet you there Wednesday night at 8:30!🧡”

‘I’m going to hate myself Wednesday night aren’t I?’ She threw her phone on her desk and fell into bed. Falling asleep exhausted, but hopeful for what the week will bring.

Fox

Finally she agreed. 

Fox had been in the market for a new personal pet for the past few months, as his last one met a nasty fate on stream after they severely disobeyed him. After months of scouring the internet and watching countless streamers, he finally decided on Jasmine. He commissioned her for dozens of videos, photo sets, and sexting sessions, all of which to get a glimpse of how well she could hold the title of “Fox’s Pet”. He had told her to be as “authentic as possible” for him, since he knows better than anyone how important it can be to put on a mask for your viewers.

The two really did get close, both of them sharing intimate and personal details about themselves. They often bonded over sharing details on their personal lives and work. Fox would share stories about the idiots at work he had to deal with, and Jasmine would share stories of school and her viewers. Of course they’d keep a level of anonymity expected for their relationship. Jasmine never shared where she went to school, and Fox never shared what he did for work. Fox had never gone for a fellow sex worker before, and he wondered how different it would make her from the rest. He chuckled to himself at the thought,

“Well if she doesn’t work out as my pet, at least I know she’ll make a dazzling co-star!”

(This is my first time writing guys, go easy on me! I have more chapters written and planned, so stay tuned!)

#boyfriend to death #ren hana #the price of flesh #tpof ren hana #tpof announcer #tpof fox #tpof fanfic #ren fanfic #Pleasure Pain and Power

[awsugar]

im on effexor instead of lexapro now but i still have exactly the same dream related side effects!! they’re so in depth and hours long and they’re either mundane as fuck, like i go to work or take an exam or go the supermarket and make dinner, all in real time. or they’re off the wall insane and still intensely vivid, sometimes deeply disturbing and stressful, sometimes cool, sometimes just. what the fuck is happening in my subconscious.

i had an mcr concert dream in which the venue was really shit (but had great food) and they were playing on a stage to the left of everyone, and they opened w vampire money and then gerard did a ‘magic trick’ to vanish (clearly covered by a sheet) and they brought motionless on white on stage to finish the set doing bad covers. but frank was heckling them from side stage the whole time for being cheaters (i know nothing about the marital status of motionless in white so fuck knows where this came from)

anyway this was just one facet of another very long and confusing dream. but yeah. antidepressants have some weird side effects, i often wake up tired because i feel like i’ve just been through a four hour ordeal in my mind instead of sleeping. it’s easier to lucid dream too if you’ve noticed that? hope u aren’t getting too many stress dreams, i think mine settled after a while on a stable lexapro dose <3

omfg that is so funny. and yea my last med i was on for years, saphris, gave me crazy fucking dreams but in a different way. they were way more like. idk. abstract?? like not related to real life at all. just really really bizarre and vivid. but it was moslty in the beginning of when i was taking that one, i stopped remembering my dreams nearly as much after a while. but so far on lexapro its every single night. and yea, they go on for hours. i know they say you only dream for like 15 minutes but i do not think thats true, on lexapro at least. im CONFIDENT that im dreaming for wayyyy longer than that. i did try to google to see if anyone else was talking about lexapro dreams online and i couldnt really find anything?? but i did find something that said lexapro has an effect on your dreams in which is pushes your REM cycle back to last few hours of sleep, and i totally feel like thats true because like my basic sleep schedule is set an alarm for like 9am because im being optimistic about being able to get out of bed and then i like always set an alarm for later and go back to sleep, and that time im sleeping in the morning is when im mostly having these dreams. or like sometimes both. ill have a crazy dream and wake up to my first alarm and text my friends about it and then i go back to sleep and when i wake up im like 'i had another one'.

but the lucid dream thing, yes!! i havent really had lucid dreams on lexapro yet, but i had multiple lucid dreams on saphris. again, they were more concentrated during the first couple months of me taking it. i think last week during one of my dreams though i did realize i was asleep and i decided i wanted to wake up but it was different, and i 'woke up' but it was still in the dream. like i dreamt that i woke up but i actually hadnt. if that makes sense. im actually hoping i can get to the point of lucid dreaming on lexapro though because thats something i miss. i like being able to control it like. its fun. realizing youre dreaming and have full control so you decide to hang out with mcr. LOL.

#anonymous #asks

[marmolita]

I had a nightmare last night about being trapped in a gas station, but not physically trapped, supernaturally trapped. I was driving with my family out into the country to go hiking, and we stopped at a gas station, the truck stop variety. It was supposed to be somewhere not too far from where there was a scenic railway you could ride that we had gone to before, and I remembered we had stopped at this particular gas station before.

It was a normal truck stop gas station -- gas, gift shop, McDonald's attached to it. We finished and went back to the car...and then we were inside again. I didn't notice the first handful of times it happened -- we were going about our business in the gas station, we got into the car, and then we were inside again. At some point it started to feel weird, and I thought, "Shouldn't we have been back on the road by now? We'll be too late to go hiking at this rate."

There was a woman who ran the gas station. She seemed friendly enough, but she was thin, lank hair, her teeth were bad and she stood a little too close. At one point I walked outside and she was there "smoking meth" (I have literally no idea how meth works so this was whatever my subconscious conjured up) with a purple broken glass crack pipe looking thing. She gestured too broadly and the "meth" spilled out of the pipe onto my arm. It was a liquid, and it burned in an acid kind of way, though it wasn't hot. I hurried inside to the bathroom to wash it off, then looked to find my kids and husband so we could leave. This was the first point in the dream where I was scared, not just annoyed.

They were at the McDonald's waiting for food, so I had to wait. Eventually my kid's hamburger was done but she wanted fries, and we had forgotten to order them. I managed to convince her to go anyway, and we went out to the car. The gas station woman was telling us something, idk what, probably a "y'all come back now, y'hear?" kinda thing but not in those words.

We started the car and left. Outside the gas station there was a town that was entirely built of enormously tall buildings with apartments/condos at the top that protruded from them, making a shape like a water tower. There were flags of multiple countries on them and signs advertising them. There were SO MANY of them, too many for a little truck stop town's population. I thought maybe they were owned by trucking companies and provided to truckers as a place to stop for the night.

We never made it to the highway. In the next moment, we were in the gas station again, the woman who ran it grinning at us with her messed up teeth.

This time some friends of ours were there too. I tried to explain to them but they didn't listen. They tried to leave but couldn't, stuck in the same loop. I was frantic at this point, trying to get everyone into the car. Then I realized one of my kids was wearing a little metal crown. It was plain metal, not fancy or shiny or anything, but dingy like the gas station. "The gas station lady gave it to me," she said.

I realized there were several crowns laid out on a table, one for each of us, and I knew if we wore them we'd be stuck there forever. I made her take it off and hustled her out to the car, yelling at our friends that they had to come too. We all got in the car and turned it on.

I leaned back to check on my kids, and only one of them was there. The one who had worn the crown was inside again. I told my husband to wait in the car and ran back inside to get her.

I don't remember what happened next, only pleading with the gas station lady to let us go and my kid crying because she wanted a crown, but I know we never made it out of the gas station before I woke up.

#lita talks about herself #dreams #creeptastic #clearly this must have been inspired by listening to horror podcasts but still #midwestern gothic #i guess lol #drugs mention cw

[frienderbender]

3, 10, 11, aaaaand 14 for the ask game. For ship perhaps.... murdertooth. Da boys. If not you can do my favorite bestie worsties (Rikki and Nikki)

Obligatory OTP Asks

i can do both because they both mean everything to me :’) be ready because you chose two pairs that i have like. so much shit to say about.

Do they wear the other’s clothes? (sweatshirt, bandana, necklace, etc.)

toki/will: yes but not in a cutesy way😭 they steal each other’s stuff all the time (not just clothes) and whenever they catch the other with it they just having annoying arguments about it. they DO have matching planet piss t-shirts though, for what it’s worth.

rikki/nikki: all the time! i’ve drawn this multiple times because it’s very dear to me. rikki puts on her clothes whenever he runs out of stuff to wear on laundry days, and because he thinks it’s funny. nikki thinks it’s funny for about .05 seconds but then she’s mad he’s stretching out her top. also sometimes he looks better in it than she does and she does NOT like that! nikki will wear his old shirts as pajamas. she also has merch shirts of his that she’ll wear if he asks nicely😌

Describe their first date.

toki/will: toki and will are the guys that didn’t even realize they were a couple until much later. they’d been on plenty of outings that would absolutely be first dates for anyone else, had plenty of late night heart-to-hearts, etc then realized way later like. oh i guess we’re a couple?? i think their first “official” date they just got a bunch of beer and drove out somewhere where they could throw the bottles when they were empty

rikki/nikki: i drew it!!!!! the first thing rikki asked her out to do was to hear him perform but their first real date was dinner then clubbing then walking on the beach then going back to his place.

Do either try to hide their emotions if upset? Can the other still tell?

toki/will: i think THEY think they’re good at hiding their emotions but. no. they’re both sensitive, just in different ways. they’re both complainers for sure. toki expresses things a lot more openly and loudly, while will tends to pout and brood. they can definitely tell when something’s up with the other but getting the other to fess up can be a whole other thing, especially for will🙄

rikki/nikki: rikki can put on the act for others but he can’t hide it from nikki. he just can’t. he feels things in extremes and they’ve known each other for too fucking long, not to mention that i don’t think he likes to hide things from her. nikki, on the other hand, doesn’t wear her emotions on her sleeve like rikki does, and can hide things from him better. that said, i think being with rikki actually helped her learn how to express her true feelings better. in general they’re pretty open about things so there’s not really any secrets between them.

How do their personalities compliment each other? How do they clash?

toki/will: toki and will enable each other in the best, funniest way. it’s a dynamic that’s rooted in like. being the odd man out. being the last person standing. always being left behind. and so it’s like. well. you might as well have each other’s back, because no one else does! they’re on the same, weird wavelength most of the time and i think all things considered they work well together. miscommunication happens, obviously, but they’re still each other’s go-to person whenever they wanna do something. they definitely butt heads at times because i think they both get frustrated easily. they dream big and when those aren’t met immediately, it’s easiest to blame the only other person in the room (when it’s probably BOTH their faults). all that to say, murdertooth is good and it falls into a lot of the “you’re the only bitch who can handle me” type dynamics i find fun. it’s also something i’m getting my hopes up for in regards to the movie like THEMATICALLY?? murdertooth makes so much sense. let toki revive will please brendon i don’t ask for much just give me that plea—

rikki/nikki: god i feel like i’ve talked about this. so much. it only makes sense they were meant to go to together because i created nikki SPECIFICALLY for rikki. they’re tuned in to each other’s needs, they’re extremely loyal, and they play into each other’s strengths. rikki, especially when he was younger and just starting out, needed someone more pragmatic and could keep him grounded but who wasn’t a stick in the mud. someone who loved to have the same wild fun as him, but who would still make sure he’d wake up for work the next morning. nikki, who’d been used to putting on masks her whole life, needed someone who could allow her to lower her defenses and love her for her real self, not for the image she puts out. that said, being together for like 15+ years definitely means they’ve clashed plenty of times and will continue to do so. it’s only natural. during his early days of sobriety (pre-rebranding though), he was unconsciously jealous of her still having a career, and assumed that she saw him as an embarrassment. not to mention it was nikki who would have to get him out of trouble, so that took a toll. they have their ups and downs like any relationship does, but i think they do have a genuinely unbreakable bond.

but on a lighter note, their artistic tastes could not be more different😭 she’s like your music taste makes no sense!! and he’s like your music taste is so basic!! then they have sex.

#asks #THANK YOU! :D

[ashen-dreamjournal]

Post-Apocalypse Dream

My most recent dream was a rather tame one, all things considered. There wasn’t any sort of overarching story or plot, it was just me trying to get by in a post-apocalyptic world. If anything, it was a world-building dream.

In this dream, everything was still “normal” to some extent. There were still remnants of everyday life. I still dogsat for other people. I still had a running car that I used. I didn’t work throughout the duration of the dream, but there was the understanding that I’d be going back to work soon.

Things were almost like they are in the real world, except now some neighborhoods were entirely empty, and you’d have to scavenge around for a running shower if you couldn’t get your water going.

Sometimes I’d go around the city streets looking for clean water. The city streets were empty, many windows broken and buildings faded. The roads were covered in litter and dust, but there seemed to be the unspoken agreement that it was safe to go outside. Sometimes a car would pass by-- most of the time they didn’t. 

One day I saw a person across the street-- a boy about my age. He was the first person other than my parents and siblings that I’d seen in days. I’d lift up a half-empty water bottle that I’d found on the street, and ask them if they’d wanted some. He said no and was on his way, respecting the fact that I’d found it first.

I don’t know what caused the apocalypse. The weather was normal, most buildings still standing, so it couldn’t have been anything nuclear. Maybe it was zombies? I want to say it was zombies. I never saw any though-- we didn’t go outside after dark.

The world was just... emptier. 

There were organizations, though, a surefire way to find other people. There was this one charity place that owned a large building not far from where I lived. They had running water, warm meals, and a safe place to sleep. My siblings went there every night, but always returned come morning. I never went-- I wanted to stay with my parents. It’s not like they needed protecting, but I had this nagging feeling in my gut that, at any moment, I could say goodbye to them for the last time.

There were also cults that had started up in the aftermath. There were multiple, but only one that I could remember. It was the biggest and the most popular. It was called something like “Children/Friends of the Green” or some stupid shit like that. They had a plant motif-- everything they owned was always covered by something living. 

They owned an abandoned cafe, but I think it was a lot larger on the inside. There were rumors that they owned an underground compound which is where most of them stayed. You couldn’t see on the inside-- all of the windows were covered in ivy which hung from a ledge above them. They also owned a school bus that they drove around in search of new members.

If you went to the cafe during the day, it would be very hard to be allowed entry. But if you were approached by the bus, they’d practically beg for you to join them. I think there was the understanding that they didn’t accept families-- that they were only looking for people who were alone. I saw them sometimes when I was out looking for water, but they never approached me because of this.

I was glad. They always gave me the creeps. 

There wasn’t much of a plot to the dreams, any segments that had any semblance of a story were weird and unimportant. Like a b-rated sci-fi movie. For the most part it was just... me getting around, trying to survive. The only people I really spoke to were my parents and siblings-- everyone else I knew was dead. 

The last scene of the dream was me trying to find running water. I had been joined by some people I didn't know-- we were all looking together. The neighborhood we were searching was bland and cookie-cutter, and entirely empty. 

A lot of the houses had been reclaimed by the bugs. Not big monster bugs, just the little ones that reclaim a house when the owner dies, and the house starts dying too. 

We found some running water, and took turns cleaning ourselves. I was last, waiting on the front porch as I looked out on the empty streets. In the distance, I could see a school bus, vines and ivy draped down its sides. I remember frowning, feeling a rock form in my gut. 

And then I woke up.

#dream #dreams #dream journal #post apocalypse #unreality

[bxrbwire-bxby]

1-3, 10-15, 25-28 BECAUSE I WANT TO H E A R. ILY BESTIE <3

This is gonna be quite long, but thank you so very much @varlaamsdarkventures 🥺

Do you daydream a lot before you write, or go for it as soon as the ideas strike?: Oh god I daydream sometimes for days before I actually write stuff. 2. Where do you get your fic ideas?: tbh most of the times I get LONG term ideas from dreams I’ve had or a specific situation in said dream that I branch out on. But in terms of oneshots, mostly from music. 3. Do you share your fic ideas, or do you keep them to yourself?: It depends. I mean, YOU know most of what I have goin on up in my brain at any given moment in terms of AU’s and fics. But in general? The Edge of Night is the first thing I have shared online in a very long time. I have an extremely difficult time telling anybody about my ideas because of some past shit that happened to me, so it’s very hard but I’m trying to do better. 10. Do you work on multiple wips or stick to one fic at a time?: I work on multiple wips or I will simply implode. I have to jump ideas or things do not go well in my brain. 11. Do you write scenes in order, or do you jump around?: I have to jump around. I tried so hard for so long to be in order, I just CAN'T do it!! Anybody that can is truly a god. 12. Do you outline your fics?  If yes, how detailed are your outlines?  How far do you stray from them?: If by outline you mean go over every single thing in my brain and figure it out over a course of days then yes :) but honestly, I really don’t outline. I have a couple of docs that are specific “plot point/potential oneshot” ideas for certain long term projects but that is as far as I go. 13. Do you listen to music while you write?  If yes, what have you been listening to recently?: Yes!! I have a couple of playlists that are specific for writing!! I just finished a oneshot VERY loosely based on a lyric from LMLY by Jackson Wang, but in terms of what I’ve been listening to while I write lately… a weird mix of metalcore and movie music. 14. What is your favorite location and position to write in?: Well I generally like to sit lskdfj but as for location I have to be in a really comfortable spot on the couch/bed with tons of pillows behind me. If not, I get absolutely nothing done. 15. What’s your favorite time to write?: In the morning and later in the afternoon into the night. I always feel like my writing is so much better at night, which kills my sleeping schedule, but, like, the comfort oneshots are worth it sldkf 25. What’s your favorite part of the writing process (worldbuilding, brainstorming/outlining, writing, editing, etc)?: Brainstorming/daydreaming and writing it for sure!! 26. What’s your least favorite part of the writing process?: Also writing, and editing. I think something is perfect, then BOOM, whole new idea to put in >:( its very annoying. 27. What area of writing do you feel strongest in?: I feel I’m pretty good at being descriptive?? I think?? I really don’t know honestly. 28. What area of writing do you want to improve in?: Dialogue for SURE! I THINK I’m getting better but again I don’t know. 41. Who’s your favorite character you’ve written?: Right now I’m really enjoying writing my OC Celeste in some stuff :)) 47. Is there a trope that you’ve written before but are now sick of?: Listen, Lena, LISTEN…… don’t judge me for I was young and dumb once….but I used to write love triangles quite a bit. Now, I personally just do not like them. If someone else does, cool, great, but it’s not my style anymore. I actually think the last time I had a love triangle was in a MIW au fanfic that, funnily enough, was called The Edge of Night sldkf 48. Who is your favorite character to write for?  Has this changed since you’ve started writing for that fandom?: Okay so, I’m pretty new to the wrestling scene as of right now, so I really don’t have any set favorites YET. Except technically Brother Nero. HOWEVER, I do have hockey fanfics and as embarrassed as I am to say this, I do really enjoy writing about the Red Wings. Specifically, the 90’s Red Wings. I love them so much, peak found family in my eyes.

#ask answered #ask game #fanfics & au talk #thank you so much like ah #this was very fun <3 #lena tag #au talk #<- technically

[crazyworldofemmamarie]

Day 21 of Rammstein's Countdown to Halloween

The Last House on the Left (1972, dir. Wes Craven)

Plot: On her 18th birthday, Mari and her friend set out on an adventure and while trying to acquire some narcotics for the night, they are tangled up with a bunch of criminal convicts who put both girls through hell and back. However, unknown to the convicts, the girls family quickly seek them out.

Okay, where do I really begin with this one. It's honestly one of my favourite films out there which is pretty messed up to say given the fact that it's a 70s arthouse film that includes murder, kidnapping and even r*pe, but I sometimes feel those little details about it cover up what ho honestly makes this film great.

I honestly think this film is very ahead of its time, I mean the subject matter alone is enough said, but it is fair to mention that the bisexuality representation is wild. I even find Mari and her friend, Phyllis are very homoroctic towards each other, it's interesting for sure.

Another thing to point out is that fact at the convicts consists of two men and one woman, Sadie who I find the film focuses on especially. She's a character who was not only ahead of her time but also a great representation of her time, strangely enough. Besides style, Sadie is sort of a twisted idea of feminism in a weird sort of way. To be fair, she was probably quite a concept, especially to Western audiences as being part of the r*pe and torture.

Going back to my earlier point on feminism, though this is in anyway, not what I mean feminism is. I am more so speaking from a standpoint where Sadie is able to stand her ground and get respected by the others. And again, with the concept of her being one of the 'bad' guys, it really sets a pace for woman in horror. It's empowering to me.

And actually, I find this a very empowering and hopeful film. For multiple reasons: one with sadie, two : the two girls are really realistic and relatable and I enjoy how they are written in a way where they are comfortable speaking about their bodies and sexuality, not only with each other but at one point with family, I admire how natural the film sees it cause it is natural. Also with the whole revenge aspect to it, it's hopeful to me to see the love ones getting revenge on the bad guys , I really appreciate the girls getting justice served for them and the girls aren't completely helpless either. It's poetic.

Really, everyone is such a great representation of their time. The hippie dream had died and now, everyone is trying to recoup. The 70s from what I see was a darker time, especially for those first five years, so I can imagine everyone just spit out and saying what ever they want, the violence and be stuck upholding certain ideals between beliefs. In other words, this film bleeds 70s like I'm not gonna lie to you.

The story is perfect. A twist at every turn and honestly the idea of a revenge horror involving parents or someone avenging a love one is a rare occurrence and zi honestly enjoy when I see it.

I am absolutely in love with the fashion and aesthetic of the film. The Cinematography is so so beautiful. Every detail is well thought out.

Like most Craven films, the tonal shifts between absolute horror and comedy is always perfectly balanced and when it comes to this film it really works. You'll see what I mean if ya watch it.

The musical score really works into those shifts and as a huge David Hess fan, I am in LOVE with this movies soundtrack. The songs are just so good and catchy, especially the main theme: Road Leads to Nowhere/Wait for the Rain. I actually own a copy of soundtrack haha.

One final thing, I really enjoy how not everyone in this film is good, some aren't bad, but no one (not including the victims) is good and everyone has to face a moral dilemma at some point. This creates a complex universe and I am a slut for those.

I honestly really recommend this film both as an enjoyable watch and study and if you ever find the time, look up the song/or movies soundtrack or even anything from David Hess (sometimes including the Hess Brothers) you will not regret it! (I like to think)

#the last house on the left #the last house on the left 1972 #70s movies #70s cinema #rammstein's countdown to halloween 2023 #70s horror #high thoughts #the soundtrack is a bop though #i also have essays on this film

[thespelmanitesblog]

5 Image Story

The Story:

“April please throw that makeup away, it expired in 2012!”, said April’s best friend Renee. “Makeup doesn’t expire, I’m hanging up on you!” said April as she hung up the Facetime call. April is a young adult living by herself in the city of Chicago. This interaction with her and her best friend is very common, occurring at least 3 times a week. As a young adult, who recently graduated from college, April is keen on saving money, especially on things she considers “unnecessary” like makeup. Foundations, concealer, brow tint, and even eyeliners date back to 2012 when mustache necklaces and bow ties were popular. Brands like Maybelline and Smashbox fill her organizer with packaging and products that are discontinued, apart from her cheapness, this is one of the reasons April holds on to her expired makeup. One day, while she’s getting ready for work, which is her small floral business called April Showers, she begins to apply her brown eyeliner on the top and bottom of her eyelid. April has never been the most coordinated, so naturally, she pokes her eye. She runs to the bathroom to wash her eyes out, but she gets dizzy, falls, and hits her head on the sink. The next time April opens her eyes, she’s staring into darkness as she hears hospital noises surrounding her. April is in shock at how she got to the hospital, but the nurse reassures her that she’s recovering in a couple of days. Her eye got infected, and she suffered a minor injury to her head. After a few days go by and with the help of antibiotics, the nurses can take the bandages off April’s eyes. A sigh of relief comes over her as her vision becomes lighter and clearer. When the last bandage reveals her recovered eyeballs, April is excited and grins for a second before she realizes something… she can see words above people’s heads. She thought it was a reaction to the medicine or a crazy dream, but as gets discharged and leaves the hospital, she realizes that this is reality. At first, it was kind of funny looking at people’s thoughts throughout the day. One person was thinking about an embarrassing thing they did 5 years ago, another was thinking of the dinner they’ll have tonight, and another was trying to remember the address of the girl they followed last night. April soon began to get weirded out by this ability she had contracted from an expired eyeliner. She followed the man who was thinking these disturbing things to the train station, where she saw him conjure up thoughts about planning and executing a kidnapping. With widened eyes, April is frantically trying to stop the man, asking people around her for help. After multiple people ignore her and think she’s crazy, she sees the man get on the train, and the doors close behind him. With no one’s help and only her knowing this man’s true intentions. April understands that only she can depend on herself.

The Images:

The first image is expired makeup, by the state of the products I wanted to show how gross and unsafe it is to use. The next image is supposed to imply that the makeup is being used, specifically the eyeliner. Next, I have a woman with bandages on her face, implying that her putting on the makeup ruined her eyesight and sent her to the doctor. I thought the next image would mean that you can see people's thoughts since the man is looking at the thought bubble. And lastly, the image is supposed to represent being able to see someone thinking of kidnapping a person.

The Classroom Feedback:

The majority of the class understood the idea of a person putting on makeup, however, they went deeper into the story and thought I was relaying a message of how society brainwashes women into being tied by makeup and how that represents them.

They didn't get the story right completely, however, one person did almost get to the ending, where they assumed expired makeup ruined a girl's eyesight.

What I would do to better communicate the story is to use more pictures or possibly draw my own. I think it was hard trying to make a story with such static photos. There needs to be more movement and action.

[cosmic-nightglow]

ventish (tw chrisitanity, nightmares, sorry if there's others I'm kinda shit at determining what I should tag, if there's others just tell me and I'll tag them)

basically everytime we drive past this one church we used to go to we feel very uncomfy and upset but who knows why and I can't even work out exactly how old we were going there and what years cause like timelines are fucky and idk and I've been looking at the churches site and honestly i feel weird after that like i still know what some of the kids church rooms look like. i still remember that we weren't allowed to play mouse trap cause we were under 7 and i remember the school holiday activities they ran and a few other things like how because we had trouble with identifying our need to use the bathroom we had to be in the little little kids room (like 2 year olds or something, we were like 5/6 at this point i believe). and i feel really disscosiated after looking at it and thinking about it and they fact that coincidentally we started playing a game we used to play by ourself in the shower that was very questionable in nature after as far as I'm aware we stopped going to the church in question but i think we went to multiple churches in a very small span of time and fuck I'm tired and i wanna sleep but we have work today.

not to mention all night last night I kept having nightmares set in churches. the first one was set in our schools church and there was this terrifying green figure that was scary and like transparent names iago, yes it had a name. and he was yelling at me and saying he was gonna hurt me and shit and I really thought he would. and then I woke up and thought iago was in the room I was in and was going to hurt me (in what way I have no clue and don't particularly think I want to know). then I just kept dreaming about churches and having nightmares set in them and so I'm fucking tired. one night without nightmares is all I want

#tw christianity #tw nightmares #vent #- Citria #im tired #fuck my nightmares #seriously why do i have to have thiese #they suck #like every otehr part in this system should be glad I have these ones and not them #yes iago the scary green monster shadow ghost whatever the fuck he is is terryfing #even worse i was the only one in the dream who could see him #no other person could #and he was being horrible