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Touching grass is not enough; I need to travel far over the misty mountains cold.
Yorki and His Illness;
Oda really knew how to drive the knife in when it comes to the story of Yorki and his crew, man…
From the choice of scenes before we get to see the bed-ridden body to the actual real world equivalents, its really rough on the heart.
What we knew about Yorki, from the scenes right before the announcement of his illness getting worse, is both his confidence and his strength. The scene we get to see is his crew surrounding his brand new bounty, Yorki cheering and proudly proclaiming his joy for it. We see the great swaft of muscles on him, his chest fully exposed and his hair bright and fluffy along his shoulders. His face is clear, his arms fill out his coat, which is important later on, and he holds such a pride that he reminds me quite a lot of Luffy. We see him break up fights, offering advice to his men and we see him joking and drinking alongside his caring crew… and Brook. Brook is always by his side, during the mornings when he brushes his teeth, to the night when they drink side by side. They’re always together.
[ buff pirate cowboy! ] Until they’re not. Now comes the topic that may be a bit rough, the real life equivalent of what we see Yorki suffering from. I'll list the symptoms and y’all can make what assumptions you wish, and again, I’m not truthfully claiming its any REAL ILLNESS, but I mean simply it is inspired by, acting the same and such. We see a cold compress, so it’s bothering his body temperature. We see sunlit windows, open to the fresh air as if that could help. We see spotting across his face, and hands; small wounds, growing in number. We see his hair, like a mock halo loosely scattered across the pillow he lays in, and it’s stringy now, not glossy or kept. His mouth his covered by a mask, so they believe its airborne/touch. These sound to me, a lot like a certain sickness, one passed by blood which is interesting given the scenes we see before this are Yorki and the members who now are sick, sword fighting with a rival crew. The doctor states he's unsure what it is, but is treating it best he can, as what he believes it to be is unknown. But knowing what we do on old methods of that certain sickness, it would make sense. The mask helps, the spit and body fluids being a factor, but the idea of sunlight and fresh air helping is an olden falsehood. The men come into the room, and Yorki speaks to them through horse coughs, offering words of encouragement and laughing through the mask as they shuffle out. They know the truth of this serious matter, and Yorki does too. They leave, each crying their hearts out for perhaps they did not realize the truthful change until that moment. Brook certainly looks perturbed, staring blankly ahead at the bed. Note, most do not get too close to the bed, standing feet away, and not touching Yorki.
However, after everyone leaves, Brook remains to stand, away from the bed until called. Called. Yorki calls to him, stating his name as he always did. “Brook.” “Yes.” And Brook comes closer, but not quite to the bedside, staring ahead with a blank expression. Than Yorki leans over, and grabs his hand, and in a flash of a moment Oda CHOSE for us to see, Brook looks disgusted. He grimences, brow furrowing at the wounded hand that touches him, but than we see what he sees lying in the bed; a weeping, broken husk. Yorki has begun to weep, sobbing as his confident facade is broken and melted away in front of his Vice-Captian. And Brook melts too, dropping to his knees and forgetting all of these ideas of illness, tossing any safety away for his crew and himself just to make Yorki feel seen, or perhaps because of his own need to love his dying partner. He clutches Yorki’s hand, and now we see the true damage the illness has done; Yorki’s wrist is thinner than Brooks. His arm is gaunt, and we see the bone. He is withering away, has been for months it seems, but Yorki always was good at excusing it with a confident smile. But now, in the bed, unable to stand and wracked and eaten away by something we can only claim perhaps as some blood related illness, he weeps before his partner. “Brook-” “YES? My Captain?” “Give them HOPE.”
I’ll just include the rest of the scene here for your own enjoyment.
I could dive into the fact that Brook believes he failed those words, or the fact the crew did not just die of poison, and their deaths were so gruesome the anime had to censor it. The fact Brook continues to “give the crew hope…” or the way he mentions he may not have made it out of the triangle alive.
However! That is for another day.
Rough sketch of my demon slayer oc
I like to think she’s sorta like nezuko in the sense that she’s on the side of the humans. She never thought that being a demon was something that could ever be in her future but she is now and she’s fully accepted and embraced it. She came to japan to study art with her brother but was attacked a couple months into their stay, he did not survive.
She does eat humans but only ones who were already dead or deserved to be dead. She doesn’t shy away from killing the monsters of the human world. Sort of a vigilante. She doesn’t work with other demons and kills those she deems as true monsters. She travels as an artist drawing and painting wherever she goes and sells them or gives them to the local town she’s in to either pay for a room to rest in or to be able to buy more supplies. She travels both day and night covering her entire body and wearing a large brimmed hat although she tries to travel at night the most as its safest for her.
Stu should've moaned super obscenely when Billy stabbed him send tweet
Obey me fan animation of MC
My own silly design of them based on my own cosplay
Beefleaf fan animatic
Song: the moon will sing - the crane wives
MASTERLIST
Seeing as how this probably won't be my first fanfic 👀, I noticed a lot of writers do this masterlist thing and be very organized. So that's what I'm doing! ... Even if it's just one fic so far XD
How (Not) To Summon a Demon
Hazbin Hotel (Alastor x fem!Reader) ; Fluff and Eventual Smut Ao3 - updated when Tumblr is. Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 - ❗️ new ❗️ *surprise!!!!* Chapter 8 - coming soon (3/6/24) Chapter 9 - coming soon (3/7/24) Chapter 10 - coming soon (3/8/24)
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How (Not) to Summon a Demon: Chapter 7
SURPRISE!!!!!! It's another chapter! What? So soon! You betcha! The last chapter had me in a chokehold and I just couldn't. Stop. Writing. So here's chapter seven, lengthy af. Like... it's longer than all the others. I'm so sorry, but it's necessary, I promise! Pairing: Alastor x fem!Reader Warnings: mentions of blood, death, violence, Alastor being Alastor Word Count: 3,477 … what have I done XD (Link to the Ao3 posting just in case you wanna read it there and not here!)
“Maybe it’s about a subscription,” Veronica says as you pace back and forth in your room. “You know, letting you know a free trial is up?” You shake your head. You knew what the text was as soon as you saw it. It had woken you up from such a wonderful dream, your mind reeling when those seven letters glared at you. You had laid there, waiting for hours, until you heard Veronica leave her room in the morning before dragging her into yours.
“It’s him, I know it,” you seethe, trying to stay calm. You’re unsure how he even got your number, but if he had that much, then he knew everything. Where you lived, where you worked, who you were in contact with. Veronica. You glance towards her, guilt rising in your chest. She was only aware of the basics of your past fuck up, barely scratching the surface of the shit pile that laid beneath. He could hurt her, no. He would hurt her. Just to get to you.
“Ok, so your crazy ex has your number, no big deal! Just block him.” Veronica grabs your phone, tapping the number of the message. It disappears. “See? Gone.”
“It’s not that simple,” you say, sitting on your bed, placing your head in your hands. “He’s a creep, a level ten stalker. He’ll stop at nothing to find me. Again.” You flinch as you remember everything. He had been such a smooth talker, charming his way into your heart with empty promises. It was a high school love, a dream come true. The unpopular girl getting the prom king type story. After graduation, when the two of you moved north, that dream turned sour. His true colors slowly showed themselves as he took his anger out on you, the marks on your lower back and upper thighs evidence to that. You managed to run away, to leave him but not for long. Within a few months, he had found you and the treatment was worse. You thought you were going to die, at the hands of that merciless pig.
How you managed to escape the second time, you were unsure. Call it the will of the Divine, but you did escape. You had returned home, scared and always looking over your shoulder. It took Veronica nearly a year just to get you to go anywhere. She thought it was just cause your ex was an asshole. She didn’t know how his hands had been wrapped around your throat, how he sneered at your face turning blue, or how he laughed when you coughed in attempt to regain your breath. He was a monster and now he had found you.
“Girlie, ain’t nothing going to happen,” Veronica says, bringing you back to the present. You don’t mean to flinch when she reaches for you and she pulls away. You apologize but she shakes her head. “Not in this house. There ain’t nothing to say sorry for, ok? You got me here, and even Alastor! He sure as hell will protect ya!”
“Yeah, ok.”
“Oh come on, don’t tell me you don’t see how he looks at you?” You gawk at her, eyes wide. “Figured you didn’t. You’re blind as a bat, you know that?”
“What are you talking about?” you ask in disbelief.
“Girlie, that man has looked at you with hearts in his eyes since he showed up. He is hooked.”
You bark out a laugh, bewildered by her statement. “Veronica, I’ve only known him for, what, two days? Three? We barely know each other!”
“Time has nothing to do with love, honey. It can show up and bite you on the butt whenever it wants to.”
“No,” you deny, shaking your head. “It’s impossible.” Not to mention, he’s a demon. You’re pretty sure love is an emotion demons can’t feel, whether they were human before or not. Right? You stand and walk to the foot of your bed, crossing your arms.
“Any why is it impossible, hm?” Veronica follows, stepping in front of you with her hands on her hips. “For the past five years, I’ve been trying to get you set up with someone. I’ve been patient cause I figure it’s hard getting over shitty exes, but girlie, I’m tired of seeing you feel bad for yourself.” You look away from her gaze, guilt rising in your throat. “It’s about time you let someone love you.”
“I can’t.” Your arms drop to your side. “I’m not…”
“What? Worthy?” Veronica looks at you angrily. “You’re worth far more than you think. I see it.” She tilts your chin up, forcing you to look at her. “And he does, too. Give him a chance.”
“Veronica,” you sigh. “He doesn’t like me.” He can’t, you think. He’s only here because you summoned him.
“Alright, that’s it!” You startle when Veronica claps her hands. She walks to your closet and starts yanking out clothes, throwing them right and left.
“What are you doing?”
“Picking an outfit for you,” she answers, spending a second to look at a pink shirt before tossing it, too.
“Why?”
“We’re going out, that’s why!” She stops finally on one of your nicer, pastel blue shirts. It’s cropped with a white daisy printed on the back. She pairs it with some blue jeans shorts and shoves them into your arms. “Put this on. I’m going to go tell Alastor.”
“Wait, what if he’s asleep?” you ask, trying to stop her without dropping your clothes.
“It’s nearly noon, girlie, I’m sure he’s awake. Now hurry up!” She’s out the door before you can protest, leaving you to stand alone the middle of your room. You sigh and drop the clothes onto your bed, knowing there wasn’t any way you were getting out of this.
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Alastor quirks a brow when it’s the black haired woman at his door and not you, taking a second to applaud himself for answering with his human disguise. “May I help you?” he asks, making sure not to sound annoyed.
“Wear something comfortable, we’re going out.”
“Beg your pardon?” Alastor’s grip on his door tightens. Veronica looks at him with a smile.
“Not like that, ya goof,” she explains. “Me, you, and girlie are going out for today. She needs it.” Veronica leaves him after, heading to her own room to no doubt get dressed. Alastor glances towards your bedroom, relaxing slightly. An outing did sound nice. He only got to see New Orleans at night when you had taken him to that strange sandwich place with the green interior. The fact that you thought the food there was worthy of multiple visits astounds him. You obviously didn’t know what good food was and he had been tempted since to show you. Perhaps, after the outing, he’d offer to cook tonight’s supper. Yes, that’s what he’ll do.
With a snap of his fingers, Alastor fixed his clothing. It was an outfit he adored when he was alive; a white button up, dark brown pants with suspenders attached, and black dress shoes. Satisfied, he walks out to the living room, finding it empty. Not wanting to wrinkle his clothes, he stayed standing by the coffee table, idling himself with nails.
Your door opened first as you step out and Alastor can’t tear his eyes off you. It’s a simple outfit, nothing extraordinary about it, but on you, Alastor is captivated. The blue of your shirt makes your skin glow like the sunrise, beckoning him to come bask in its warmth. He has to still himself to keep from moving toward you as you sit on the couch.
“Sorry about this,” you say, your voice meek and shy. Your cheeks are red and you keep looking at his body. Alastor feels his smile widen, eyes lidded. How deliciously adorable.
Before he can respond to you, Veronica comes out of her room, very loudly to Alastor’s distaste. She’s wearing a more revealing outfit than you, her breasts pushed together and up. Men will no doubt be staring once she’s outside, but Alastor’s attention is already back on you, barely giving her a thought.
“Damn, Al, you don’t dress to disappoint, do ya?” Veronica comments, the nickname sounding revolting from her lips.
“Yes, well, one should always strive to look their best, wouldn’t you agree?”
“Fair,” she shrugs. Alastor’s lip twitches. “Let’s get going. I’m ready to have some fun.”
“Where are we even going?” you ask, standing up. Alastor once again has to still himself, the urge to stand next to you pulling at his core.
Veronica garbs her wallet and tosses you your keys. You’re caught off guard and attempt to catch them, but they slip past your fingers. Alastor reaches out swiftly and grabs them. “Here you go,” he says, watching you take them, the blush from before returning. He chuckles and watches it deepen as you dip away from him, following after Veronica. He straightens up and trails after you, holding the front door open for you to pass through. Veronica is already waiting outside in the hall.
“I figured we could go to Bourbon Street. I haven’t been in a while and it’s got lots of things for us to do there.” Alastor’s eyes widen. He remembers Bourbon Street, the nightlife of New Orleans back in his day, littered with speakeasies and jazz clubs. It wasn’t exactly what he imagined when invited to ‘hang out’. Waiting for Veronica to get a few steps ahead, he lowers himself to reach your ear.
“Is this the same Bourbon Street in the French Quarter?” he whispers, nearly laughing when you jump at his voice. Your face has been a constant red this entire time and he finds the color becoming his favorite all over again.
“Yeah, you know it?” she asks, her voice low to keep Veronica from hearing. He glances at the black haired girl before answering.
“Darling, I was the highlight of it,” he teases. “Though I doubt it’s still the same scandalous street I once knew it to be.”
“What do you mean by scandalous?” she asks but Alastor straightens back up just as he sees Veronica turn toward them. She’s standing by your car now, waiting. Alastor is quick to walk around to the driver’s side and hold open the door as you step in. You thank him, hiding from his gaze as he shuts the door. Veronica waits by hers for him to do the same, but Alastor simply hops into the back. He chuckles low when Veronica huffs with a frown and gets in, fascinating her seatbelt.
The drive to the French Quarter isn’t long and Alastor feels nostalgic watching the newer parts of New Orleans bleed into the city he once called home. It both shocked him and made him proud to see some parts of her never changing despite how big she’d gotten. Since his death, it seemed New Orleans doubled in size, gaining attraction for its historical beauty. It kind of irked him knowing his era was only a fad, a quick interest to younger folks nowadays. They knew more of it than he did, getting to see the evolution through time.
Ignoring the annoyance, he chose to look at you as you drove. Your attention was hard focused on the road, your eyes checking the mirrors and streets every so often. When you caught him looking in the rear view mirror, your eyes would widen slightly and blush. Alastor was becoming addicted to that look on you. He wanted to see more. Too bad it wasn’t just the two of you right now, he thought to himself. He looks away from you. Too bad? Was he disappointed he wasn’t alone with you? Veronica had said this was for your sake, a chance to get you out of the house. He understand that, knowing how important it was to change scenery when things were becoming stale, but why did he want to be alone with you?
This was becoming absurd. Ever since you summoned him up him, things have been different and new. You were suppose to have made your wish by now. Most humans he’d heard of usually did. The demons he heard talk about being summoned would boast about how easy it had been to get the human to wish, especially when told they could be granted anything. Humans were easily entertained and were greedy, wanting nothing but money, fame, or sex. Yet you were different. You wanted nothing, it seemed, even going as far as to asking if you could use your wish for another. Such a selfless act, it had Alastor baffled. He assumed it was then that you caught his attention, wiggling your way into his thoughts. Yes, all you were to him was a fascination, a curious mortal he wanted to know more about. That’s all.
“Woo, we’re here!” Veronica shouts, breaking his train of thought. Alastor looks up to see her climbing out the car, you as well and so he follows. Looking around, he’s once again surprised at just how much hasn’t changed. His smile grows.
“What do you think?” you ask him.
“It’s like I’ve never left,” Alastor answers, smiling down at you. You don’t seem to notice but your small hands grab his arm, interlocking as you wait by his side. His chest swells and he feels heat itching his nose. “Shall we, my dear?” You giggle, a heavenly sound to his ears, and nod your head. He begins to walk, following Veronica who is already heading down the street into a bustling crowd. It’s definitely more crowded than he remembers.
“I bet these shops weren’t here,” you say. Alastor agrees, looking at all the colorful signs lining the buildings you pass.
“The buildings were, but - oh!” Alastor points to a small shop with an antique sign. “That one is still the same.” You look to where he’s pointing and laugh.
“A dentist? Really?”
“Well, the dentist himself may be long since parted, but the shop itself was around, yes,” he tells you.
“This is so weird,” you comment and Alastor tilts his head.
“How so?”
“I mean, I’ve lived here my whole life practically. I’ve seen these streets hundreds of times, but, walking with you, it’s like seeing them again for the first time.” Your eyes light up as you talk, leaning into him slightly. “You have access to a history I would’ve never been able to know had I not met you. It’s nice, being with you.” Alastor feels something in his stomach stir, something moving around. It’s a strange feeling and he doesn’t like it. Perhaps he’s just hungry.
“I’m glad you think so,” he says. He looks around for your roommate, the other woman long since disappeared. He wants to find something to eat, but doesn’t want to be rude. Then again, if she was doing her own thing, that meant it was just you and him. How nice that sounded, you and him. “Are you hungry, my dear?” You look relieved that he asked.
“Starving. I haven’t ate breakfast yet,” you admit. Alastor hums, searching for a decent spot to pick. There are plenty of restaurants to choose from, some small while others seem to take up a whole block. Some have awfully bright colors and he decides to stay away, not wanting to eat at a place with a giant, yellow M fixated above its doors.
“How about that one?” you ask. You’re pointing at a bistro tucked away in the middle of two larger businesses. There’s barely a soul inside. It’s perfect.
Alastor happily leads you to it, opening the door for you like the gentleman he was raised to be. He finds it unpleasant that you’ve had to deal with men incapable of even this much, wondering just how many have attempted to court you and failed. It would be such a pleasant sight to watch them perish at his hand, watching as they realize with fearful eyes that they never stood a chance with you. He bites his inner cheek to keep his smile from growing sinister, feeling bloodlust crawling through.
“Welcome to The Little Easy! Table for two?" a middle aged woman asks, approaching the two of you with menus. You nod and together, the waitress leads you to an open table. Alastor pulls out your chair, waiting for you to sit before he does. The woman chuckles. "I haven't seen manners like that since my husband was alive!"
"Your husband sounds like a gentleman, then," Alastor comments.
"Oh, he was. A dying breed today, I'm afraid." Again, that statement angers Alastor. Has the world of men truly fell so far after his passing? "What can I get you folks started with?"
"Um," you look at the menu provided, worrying your bottom lip between your teeth. He wants to bite it. Wait, what? Alastor quickly looks down, jaw aching. He wants to bite, to maim, to eat. His mouth waters. Hopefully there is something appetizing here, for his sake.
"Can I get the pulled pork po-boy, a side of fries, and a glass of water?" you ask and Alastor perks up. He checks the menu and sure enough, there's a list of famous pressed po-boys. Excitement fills him. He hasn't eaten a po-boy since he was alive, a delicacy that had just recently caught on before his death.
"Sure can, honey, and what about you?" the waitress asks.
"I'll have the roast beef debris, swiss cheese, thank you." She nods and takes the menus.
"And to drink?"
"Water, as well."
"Coming right up!" The waitress leaves and Alastor glances over to you. You're fiddling your thumbs on the table, obviously trying to avoid looking at him. He chuckles, making you look up now.
"What?" you ask.
"I was just surprised, is all," he answers. You tilt your head, nose scrunching up. It reminds him of a rabbit. "Po-boys were a classic in my time. I'm surprised they're still around." You smile, nodding.
"They're still a classic," you state, folding your arms on the table and leaning forward. He forces himself to stay locked on your face, ignoring the way the collar of your shirt dips down. "New Orleans is famous for it's shrimp, jambalaya, po-boys, and voodoo. At least, to tourists, it is."
"And what do you find it famous for?" Alastor asks.
"Well, as silly as it sounds, I kind of like it for the bayous," you admit, blushing slightly. Whether from him or embarrassment, he's unsure. "Most people look at them and think, ew, muddy waters and alligators. I look at them and think -"
"Beautiful."
You look back up at him and smile. "Yeah, beautiful. The moss covered cypresses, the way the sunlight dances on the waters, it's captivating. I love them." Alastor nods, knowing the feeling.
"The bayous were also an admiration of mine when I was alive," Alastor says, watching how you lean closer to listen, enthralled. "They weren't exactly a playground back then, people often warning not to go in unless you sought the workings of a voodoo witch. Yet I found them peaceful, using them to take quiet walks whenever the city became too much."
"I get that," you comment and he knows you're telling the truth. He can see it in your eyes, that you've dealt with some hardships in life. He wants to take those away, to never let you be burdened by anything ever again. That terrifies him.
"Here's your drinks," the waitress announces, setting down the red plastic cups in the middle of the table. "I'll be right back with your plates." She's gone again and your quick to grab your water, gulping some down to ease your nerves, he assumes. Alastor takes a sip from his.
"I should probably text Veronica," you say, taking out your phone. "I totally forgot about her for moment." As you mess with the annoying hand held thing, Alastor can't help but feel a bit proud. He had caused you to forget about her, your focus only on him. It made him strangely happy.
Happy.
No. What was he doing, acting like some school boy? He was a powerful Overlord, for Hell's sake. A wretched demon who tore apart any who defied him, devouring them and basking in their screams. He sent fear shivering down the spines of all who unluckily crossed his path. To you, he would - he… He sighs inwardly.
Who was he kidding? Whatever it was you were doing to him, no matter how much it angered him with the way his dead heart felt, he wasn't going to stop it. Alastor had already decided, soul or not, that you were his.
Now he just needed you to make the wish, so that you could never escape him, even in death.
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Build a story through requests!
I’ve got an intricate storyline planned for my Demi Demon || Alastor x Reader but I’d love to hear what some of you might be looking for from our favorite hell-hot demon 😈
I plan to publish this in its entirety on other sites, but my Tumblr folks get to have a say in this story first 😘
Basic Rules:
- I’m not doing any NSFW since we’re not there with this story yet. Maybe one day but I make no promises.
- Please be patient. I’ll try to incorporate your request as soon as possible and where I feel it best fits.
- You can request anything as sweet and fluffy or as demonic and sadistic as you want :)
- Feel free to ask me any questions or just let me know your thoughts. I’m always craving reader interaction :P
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✨MASTER LIST✨
Part Pilot
Part 2 - escape is futile
Part 3 - lesser of two evils
Part 4 - hidden past
Part 5 - digging deeper
Part 6 - expanding horizons
Part 7 - pushing boundaries
Part 8 - ignited flame
Part 9 - playing mine games
Part 10 - building a shield
Part 11 - shadow work
Part 12* - bad memories
Part 13 - didn't ask for it
Part 14 - snake demon
Part 15 - saving the savior
Part 16 - purgatory
Part 17 - meeting the overlords
Part 18 - a new purpose
Part 19 - the curse
Part 20 - dark desires
Part 21 - of course
Part 22 - in your nature
Part 23 - the starting works
I let my pussy make my decisions, call that clitical thinking
I need Law to wear more exposing tops like this so I can ogle his arms and chest and tattoos
Practice sketch animation for my class. I think I’m learning things
What to Read After Dracula
If you want to read more Stoker: Dracula’s Guest and Other Stories by Bram Stoker
If you want more foundational genre-defining gothics: Frankenstein by Mary Shelley
If you want homoerotic vampirism that’s both intriguing and problematic: Carmilla by J. Sheridan le Fanu
If you want a gothic heroine fighting against the villain trying to possess her: A Long Fatal Love Chase by Louisa May Alcott
If you want a protagonist entering an extremely fucked up old money home and fighting for their freedom: Mexican Gothic by Silvia Moreno Garcia
If you want basically the same plot as Dracula but a lot more batshit and can put up with 1800s racism: The Beetle by Richard Marsh
If you want a modern take on Dracula that acknowledges the sexual assault subtext: The Southern Book Club’s Guide to Slaying Vampires by Grady Hendrix (note: this one is very hit or miss, people either love it or hate it)
If you want academics fighting ancient evil and an actual implied cameo by Dracula: The Case of Charles Dexter Ward by H.P. Lovecraft (my personal favorite Lovecraft!)
If you want morally ambiguous mad scientists: The Strange Case of Doctor Jekyll and Mr. Hyde and Other Stories by Robert Louis Stevenson (and read the rest of the stories in it while you’re at it!)
If you want rootin’ tootin’ Americans fighting gothic monsters: Pigeons from Hell by Robert E. Howard
If you want a gothic mystery with a spooky villain: The Hound of the Baskervilles by Arthur Conan Doyle
If you want an implied polycule where a nerdy lady does all the real mystery solving: The Woman in White by Wilkie Collins
If you want the kind of vampire romance Dracula has become in pop culture: A Taste of Blood Wine by Freda Warrington
If you want something campier: Haunted Castles by Ray Russell
If you want something sexier: The Bloody Chamber by Angela Carter
If you want something weirder: Blood 20 by Tanith Lee
If you want to read foreign bootleg Dracula: Powers of Darkness or Dracula in Istanbul, both creatively mistranslated from Bram Stoker
when are you going to write the Sapsorrow fic 💀💀💀💀
Oh, you mean this one?
I'll just need to watch this to refresh my memory.
The Storyteller - Sapsorrow
"Whom so ever fits the ring becomes wed to the warlord who owns it"
Themes: enemies to lovers, arranged marriage, forced proximity, lord and subordinate, one bed trope, apprehension, mutual pining, obligation, slow burn, eventual love, protective, "where is my wife" trope.
I would love to give this a go. I gotta think of a playlist to hyperfixate on it.
(And Sis, I know it's you 💀).
Chapter Links:
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Chapter 2
Chapter 3
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This is just a little sideblog I'm using to post my writing! I use these projects as a way to get out of writing slumps and to get some practice in. I'm not currently taking requests, as I'm focusing on one story at a time, but I might in the future!
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Currently working on: You Can't Erase Me
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In Progress Series Total Word Count: 56,463 thus far Witch!Reader x Bat/Vampire!Eddie Munson
No witch has stepped foot in Hawkins since 1845, but when Vecna opens the ground and poisons the town, a voice begins to call to you. Have you been brought back to this cursed place to heal the townspeople's wounds, to save a hexed bat that always finds its way to you, or to redefine your history with a reunion 150 years in the making?
Warnings: canon typical violence, swearing, horror genre typical violence/infrequent gore, death/dying, animal death, suicide, abusive parents, death in childbirth (mentioned - not described), spiders/bug, no beta, grief/mourning; warnings updated each chapter.
Extras: From 1586 to 1986 - our story's timeline The Grimoire - all the magical references Both updated with each chapter Book cover art Eddie art
Chapters:
One: Eptesicus fuscus 2809 words A voice calls to you.
Two: From sickness a reprieve 3443 words There are many different ways to heal.
Three: A drop of witch's blood 2755 words When is a man, not a man?
Four: Deserving of hex or death 3371 words An ye harm none, do what ye will.
Five: A gateway to the woods 2562 words In honour and love.
Six: To symbolise atonement and reconciliation 2714 words Death and transformation, or: how to unhex.
Seven: I wasn't your burden to bear 2740 words Bury a candle and give allegiance.
Eight: Lux solis urere hic malum 3051 words Death is here.
Nine: That's the real monster 2962 words What is expected of us?
Ten: This is holy work 2909 words Violence comes twofold.
Eleven: A carnal fight of bodies 3046 words A witch will not fight alone.
Twelve: I remember destruction 2777 words The timeline narrows and questions begin to find answers.
Thirteen: A question of morality 2882 words Warning... answers may lead to endings.
Fourteen: The natural laws of magic and earth 3294 words We are our memories.
Fifteen: Fade to black 3170 words Before death.
Sixteen: Everything all at once 3515 words Liminal spaces.
Seventeen: Where there is death 3668 words We speak to those beyond.
Eighteen: A ghost in the memory 2552 words Magic for magic.
Nineteen: Love and be loved 2292 words It's time to wake up.
Twenty onwards: TBA
Someone to shed some light - chapter list
Astarion x gn!reader - soon to be NSFW
Summary:
After being raised as a commoner, you find yourself as the last in a royal bloodline, forced into a marriage with someone you’ve never met. He’s more than he seems. AKA: An arranged marriage AU with everyone’s favorite vampire.
Chapter List:
I. The Wedding
II. The Honeymoon
III. The Zhentarim
IV. The Hunter
V. The Camp
VI. On its way!
The Other Wheeler Masterlist
Pairing: Eddie Munson x Wheeler!Reader
Summary: you’re normally the forgotten Wheeler to anyone other than Mikes friends but Eddie is captivated by you upon first glance.
A/N: updates will be extremely spread out because at first I was expecting this to be a one and done kind of thing. So also because of that there will be no Taglist for this series.
Eddie Masterlist
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Fairy!Reader Masterlist
Main Eddie Masterlist
Fairy Circles
Names
in my mind there's no sorrow — remastered
summary: an unlikely friendship blooms into something more at the only record store in the town of hawkins, indiana — or the five times eddie munson made fun of your music taste and the one time he was grateful for it.
author's note: this story was originally written and published in june and july of 2022. i'm re-editing and changing a few minor things, as well as adding extra content and chapters.
part one
part two
part three
part four
part five
plus one
IVE BEEN WAITING ALL YEAR TO POST THIS YOU DONT EVEN KNOW
Smoke Signals Masterlist
Eddie x Fem reader - Grumpy!Bartender!Eddie x Shy!Reader
Relocating to the small town of Knife’s Edge in hopes of leaving your old life behind and starting brand new solves all of your problems, right? Wrong. It only creates more and one of them may live right next door. Side effects may include blaring music at 3AM, a scowling neighbor, and one too many shots of tequila on several occasions. (That The Bourbon will not be comping.)
-All chapters with smut will be marked with a *
Ch. 1 - Damn Mailbox
Ch. 2 - Dainty
Ch. 3 - Two Old Fashioneds
Ch. 4 - Boiling Point
Ch. 5 - Cold Eggs
Ch. 6 - Sugar
Ch. 7 - Halloween
Ch. 8 - Sweet as Apple Pie
Ch. 9 - Blue Eyes
Ch. 10 - A Chemistry Lesson
Ch. 11 - TBD
(Future chapters TBD)
Wicked Desire Matserlist:
The Story Thus Far....
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
“She knew that one day, when she was a very old woman, she would dream this dream for the last time, and in this last dream of all she would see the little white horse and he would not go away from her. He would come towards her, and she would run towards him, and he would carry her upon his back away and away, she did not quite know where, but to a good place, a place where she wanted to be.”
- The Little White Horse by Elizabeth Goudge
𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐒𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒
𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭
❝ɴᴏᴡ, ʜᴏᴡ ᴍᴀɴʏ ᴍᴇɴ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɪssᴇᴅ?❞
❝ᴠᴇʀʏ ꜰᴇᴡ..❞
❝ʙᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴏꜰꜰᴇʀᴇᴅ ᴍᴇ ᴀ ᴋɪss? ᴡʜʏ?❞
❝sᴜᴄʜ ᴀ ꜰᴏᴏʟɪsʜ ʀᴇᴀsᴏɴ, ɪ'ᴍ ᴀꜰʀᴀɪᴅ. ɪ ᴊᴜsᴛ.. ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴋɪss ʏᴏᴜ.❞
ꜰᴀʟsᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇʀs ⁀➷ ᴡɪʟʟɪᴀᴍ ᴊᴀᴍᴇs ᴍᴏʀɪᴀʀᴛʏ x ꜰᴇᴍ! ᴘᴏᴄ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ
⏝ ⊹ ⏝ ⏝ ୨୧ ⏝ ⏝ ⊹ ⏝ ⊹ ⏝ ⏝ ୨୧ ⏝ ⏝ ⊹ ⏝
˗ˏˋ𝙄𝙣 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙝 𝙡𝙖𝙙𝙮 (𝙣𝙖𝙢𝙚) 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙡𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙒𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙖𝙢 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙖 𝙤𝙛 𝙖 𝙛𝙖𝙡𝙨𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙖𝙜𝙚 𝙖𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙮𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙧𝙞𝙫𝙖𝙡𝙧𝙮 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙯𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜ˎˊ˗
𝗢𝗥
˗ˏˋ𝙄𝙣 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙝 𝙇𝙖𝙙𝙮 (𝙉𝙖𝙢𝙚) (𝙇𝙖𝙨𝙩 𝙣𝙖𝙢𝙚)'𝙨 𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙘 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙 𝙘𝙧𝙪𝙢𝙗𝙡𝙚𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙨 ˎˊ˗
⏝ ⊹ ⏝ ⏝ ୨୧ ⏝ ⏝ ⊹ ⏝ ⊹ ⏝ ⏝ ୨୧ ⏝ ⏝ ⊹ ⏝
꒰ fluff, angst, comedy ꒱
Main cast
playlist
Prologue
Chapter I
Chapter II
Chapter III
Chapter IV
Chapter V
Chapter VI
Chapter VII
Chapter VIII
Chapter IX
Chapter X
Chapter XI
Chapter XII
Chapter XIII
Chapter XIV
Chapter XV
Chapter XVI
Chapter XVII
Chapter XVIII
Chapter XIX
Chapter XX
Chapter XXI
Chapter XXII
Chapter XXIII
Chapter XXIV
Chapter XXV
Chapter XXVI
Chapter XXVII
Chapter XXVIII
Chapter XXIX
Chapter XXX
[𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄] [𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄]
DOB: [your birthday]
Age: 21 —> 24 —> 27
Height: [your height]
Weight: [your weight]
Place of birth: [home country]
Likes: being right, reading, killing nobles, Josephine, [home country]
Dislikes: William, men, being wrong (but she never is)
Currently [as of post time-skip] : ???
Worries: that she has set standards for herself to be too high to the point she feels she can't achieve her 'perfect' perception of herself. She also worries that the rest of the Moriarty group view her as incompetent due to her sex.
The Book Keeper
Kili x Reader
Fandom: Tolkien
Summary: On an unsuspecting summer afternoon, Gandalf the Gray shows up on your front porch and, much like he did to Bilbo, sweeps you up into an adventure you never could have imagined. With the knowledge of things to come, will you be able to change the ending?
Note: For my sanity, we’re pretending the book describes the dwarves the way they look in the movies. Also I’m gonna deviate a bit from book canon and dip my toes (more like my entire leg) into movie canon just because things flow a little better that way. Also also, I took some liberties with the Dwarvish courting customs. I will probably also be uploading this to AO3 at some point, separated into chapters for easier navigation.
Bear with me and behold my Magnum Opus.
Warnings: canon-typical violence, the Hobbit spoilers, alcohol/drinking, some angst but a fluffy ending, mentions of injuries, kind of a slow burn but very fluffy
Word Count: 45k
Reader Is: Female, from our world, 23 years old
Stuck. You were stuck. You read the last few sentences back to yourself, but they didn’t make anything click. You’d lost your steam and now, you were stuck once again.
Writing was a lot harder than it looked, that was for sure, but writing something fantasy? You were finding the task nearly impossible. When you’d started the project several months before, it had seemed so fun. You’d grown up on Narnia, on Lord of the Rings. Building your own fantasy world would be quite the task, you’d known, but perhaps you didn’t know quite how time consuming it would be, let alone when you added in the characters and their characterizations, which fantasy creatures to include, how the magic would work, how the weapons would work and so on and so forth.
Thinking about it too much gave you a headache, so you sat back in your chair, closing your laptop. Maybe you needed a break. Some more caffeine, maybe, some stretches for your strained neck and sore wrists.
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Bilbo Baggins X F! reader
“Unnoticed love?” PT1
Being the only girl in the company was undoubtedly challenging, especially as a hobbit. The dwarves had never encountered a hobbit lass before, and they initially hesitated to let Y/n join the journey, fearing she would slow them down with their preference for comfort, specific meal times, and plumper physiques compared to other races. However, Y/n's unwavering determination eventually won them over. She vividly recalled the events that led to their acceptance.
The moon bathed the Shire in its ethereal glow, casting a beautiful blue tint upon the ground. Y/n observed Bilbo cooking and preparing tea for both of them.
"I apologize for missing tea this morning. A wizard tried to recruit me for an adventure, but I declined," Bilbo said, placing a cup of tea in front of Y/n. The sweet aroma wafted towards her face. Bilbo knew exactly how she liked her tea, with a touch of cream and plenty of sugar.
"No need to worry, Bo. I witnessed the interaction on my way to the market," Y/n replied, lifting the cup and taking a small sip, her laughter escaping as she did.
"What's so amusing?" Bilbo asked, curiosity evident in his voice. "Oh, just the expression on your face when you went inside. It's not every day one sees a displeased Bilbo, unless it involves those Sackville-Baggins," Y/n chuckled, picking up one of the sweet treats Bilbo had prepared and taking a bite.
The two of them often shared meals together, almost like a tradition, which had led some of the other hobbits to speculate about their romantic involvement. However, Y/n knew deep down that her feelings were unrequited, despite her yearning for more. If only she could see the way Bilbo looked at her.
Their comfortable silence was shattered by a loud, insistent knocking on the door, startling both hobbits. "Were we expecting company?" Y/n placed her pastry down and stood up. "I don't believe so," Bilbo replied, joining her. He approached the door, hesitant about turning anyone away. What if they needed help? Taking a deep breath, he grasped the doorknob and opened the door. A dwarf stood before them, his features highlighted by the moon's glow, giving his beard a bluish undertone.
"Dwalin, at your service," the dwarf introduced himself, bowing and eyeing both hobbits. The interaction was awkward as he barged in and helped himself to some food, leaving the hobbits dumbfounded. "I guess what they say about dwarves is true," Y/n huffed, observing him devour their food.
Before long, more dwarves arrived, including Balin, the brother of the first dwarf, and two brothers named Fili and Kili. The wizard himself also made an appearance, followed by a swarm of dwarves stumbling over each other as they entered.
Y/n found amusement in watching their squabbles as they struggled to regain their footing. One dwarf tipped his hat and winked at her. "Bofur," he introduced himself, extending his hand, which Y/n shyly shook. "Y/n, a pleasure," she replied in a soft, cautious voice. Bofur placed his other hand on top of hers, grinning. This gesture did not go unnoticed.
The situation escalated when the group began singing, resulting in chaos. They clanged silverware together, tossed food, and spilled wine everywhere. It was a spectacle that surely alerted the neighbors. Y/n attempted to catch plates, while Bilbo desperately tried to prevent further damage, including potential plumbing disasters.
Now in the kitchen, washing the dishes, a young dwarf named Ori approached Y/n. She smiled, looking at his bashful face, as he handed her a plate. "Thank you, Master Dwarf," she said graciously.
Since that fateful night, Y/n found herself surrounded by the dwarves. Initially, there was tension due to her outburst with Thorin, but she felt more at ease with the others. When she wasn't conversing with Bilbo, she would engage in discussions with Bofur or Balin. Bilbo observed from a distance, his stomach churning with a sense of neglect. He couldn't quite pinpoint whether it was jealousy or anger, but he despised the feeling. He would watch Y/n return from the river, her wet hair clinging to her face, her flushed cheeks after a battle, or her cheeks puffing out when she ate. Observing her lick her lips only heightened his desire.
"Are you alright, Master Burglar?" Fili nudged Bilbo, snapping him out of his reverie. "Hm? Yes, I'm quite alright," Bilbo replied, fumbling with his hands, worried that he had been caught staring at his beloved friend. "It must be challenging being away from home, let alone on a perilous mission. But at least you still have some comfort with you," Fili remarked, glancing at Y/n. "I don't know how you manage to stay focused," he continued, his gaze lingering admiringly on her curvaceous figure. Bilbo couldn't blame them; he himself was guilty of such thoughts. He watched Y/n's every move, her hair still damp and sticking to her face as she walked alongside Ori, listening to his rant about his older brothers.
Bilbo's desire for Y/n remained unspoken, buried deep within. One side of him yearned to claim her as his own, to let the world know that she belonged to him. But he knew the truth—she was not his. They weren't courting, which meant she was available for others to pursue. The other side of him simply longed to drag her away into a secluded tent and express his desires, hoping she would reciprocate.
"Bilbo," Thorin's voice echoed, breaking the momentary trance. "Tend to the horses," he commanded. Bilbo sighed, watching Y/n fulfill her duties.
The company continued their journey towards Erebor, which meant passing through Mirkwood—a prospect that displeased Thorin but left him with no alternative. It was no surprise when they were captured by the elves. While the other dwarves underwent thorough searches, the elves were uncertain where to begin searching Y/n. One male elf patted down her sleeves, but that was the extent of it. "Hey! Why are you putting your filthy hands all over us but ignoring her?" Kili exclaimed, but the elf sighed and ignored his question. "We should have hidden our weapons on her," Gloin grumbled. "Excuse me?" Y/n turned her head, astonished by the remark.
They were presented before the king himself, Thranduil. Thorin gritted his teeth, looking beyond him. "Mr. Thorin, are you alright?" Y/n glanced at her leader, witnessing a softening in his gaze when he looked at her. She appeared so vulnerable, restrained—though they all likely did—yet he remained silent.
A gentle hand slid under Y/n's chin, redirecting her attention from Thorin to Thranduil. "Sweet hobbit, what brings you so far from the Shire?" Thranduil cooed, treating her as if she were a child. Y/n remained silent, her mind plagued by numerous
questions. Would everyone be alright? Would she be safe? And, most importantly, where was Bilbo? Unbeknownst to them, he observed everything from his hidden vantage point. He had never seen her look so fragile before, kneeling before a king, beneath someone who wasn't him.
"Are you at a loss for words? No matter, we will take good care of your friends," Thranduil declared before instructing his guards to remove them, leaving the two alone. Bilbo knew he had to act swiftly, despite the heartache it caused him. He had to find a way for them to escape as soon as possible.
Thranduil circled around Y/n, resembling a predator stalking its prey. "You never answered my question. Are you here to reclaim Erebor as well?" His tone carried a taunting quality, as if he couldn't believe a hobbit would willingly leave the comfort of their own home for an adventure. "Release them; they are my friends," Y/n spoke softly. Thranduil chuckled, ceasing his circling motion and kneeling before her. "Friends? Oh, my dear, you are merely a pawn in their game. Once they have the opportunity, they will discard you as if you were nothing," he said, gazing into her eyes. "Oh, little one."
He lightly caressed her cheek, smiling. "I believe it's only fair to say you will be treated much better here. I cannot allow your delicate hands to become even more roughed up than they already are," he remarked, alluding to the skirmish with the giant spiders. "Stay with me," he urged. "No," Y/n replied firmly.
"No?" Thranduil removed his hand from her cheek, repeating her answer. "No?" Rising from his kneeling position, he stared her down. "Why not? Do you truly wish to fight alongside these... these creatures? Oh, my dear, you should learn to choose your battles wisely because...," his voice darkened, "I'm afraid you won't be spared." "I'm doing this for someone I love!" Y/n blurted out. Instead of a chuckle, Thranduil burst into laughter. "You? You love one of the dwarves?" he exclaimed. "It's not the dwarves. It's..." Y/n's voice trailed off. Thranduil sighed, instructing Tauriel to apprehend her alongside the others.
Now sitting alone in a dark and desolate cell, Y/n was left with her thoughts. Worries washed over her, refusing to dissipate. They were trapped, and Bilbo was nowhere to be found. What if he had been devoured by the spiders?
I loved this movie so here’s a meme I cobbled together