Spoopy's Place

“What’s in it for me, sweet?” He asks lazily, watching the way that you loll on unmoored tenterhooks, your eyes glaze with inebriation that forms crooked smile on your face.

You shrug without guile, your grin capricious but good-natured at once. “Whatever you want.”

“Whatever I want?” His brow arches as he knocks back a swallow worth more than the last three shots you took. His teeth glisten wetly as he looks back down to you.

“I accept.”

You lean across the massive table, extending out to feel the way that your hand is swallowed up by the mass of his. Claws long enough to wrap around your hand once, to make ghostly scrape over the pulse on the inside of your wrist.

“Eager, aren’t you?” He asks dryly—you giggle in the laughter of the lush, burgeoning what little defenses you have against the raw might of his arm. Victor responds with a mere flick of his wrist and you find yourself succumbing to his grasp immediately, your arm folding to the table.

He doesn’t even do it with aggression—all it takes is a push that renders you into a peal of laughter, falling over the corner of the table.

“Wow,” you giggle, “I guess I’m no good at this drunk.”

His hand hasn’t released you. If anything, it curtails any means of you escaping as it tightens in grip over your wrist. Against better instinct now mollified by the alcohol, he leads you to his lap.

“No, you’re not.” He comments idly. You sit in obedient posture, your legs spread against the width of his. A soft gasp escapes your mouth, quiet birdsong of the innocent, as his teeth graze over the pulse housed in your neck.

“And you promised me whatever I wanted,” he growls in the shell of your ear, his hands gliding up your thighs.

Into the pit...

X-men Krakoa era + the rainbow factory

“there’s a restaurant two miles from my house called—” nope

“today I learned [celeb] went to my high school—” nope nope nope nope nope

these are all real posts I’ve seen on the internet that allowed me to identify a user’s hometown instantly. if it’s a small town, that’s doubly dangerous, because a bad actor could trace you just by a unique first name or selfie you once posted. in an age where doxxing and stalking are some of the worst I’ve ever seen it, you HAVE to think twice about what you’re posting online.

i once saw a 13-year old post an image they noted as being “a few miles from their house.” it had a theater in the shot with a unique enough name to be local. one google maps search, now everyone knew not only what city they lived in, but the possible neighborhoods in that radius too. and they had a HUGE following…who all knew this was a 13-year-old child.

so yeah. not to sound like a 90s internet safety PSA…but I’m gonna be that PSA for a minute.

if you’re posting an image, there is NO need to say that you live there. you could just be traveling. “saw this in Montana” is better than “saw this by my house!”

before you post about a venue, especially a restaurant or small store, check and see if it’s local—CRUCIALLY if it has only one or two locations. people might travel to arenas or convention centers, but they’re far less likely to be traveling to Bartleby’s Fish and Chips. if it’s an anecdote and you still live nearby, you can honestly just leave the name out entirely.

if you’re sharing a news story, it can just be a story you found and wanted to share. you don’t have to clarify “it happened in my town,” because even if you don’t mention your town name, an easily-googled news article will.

if you’re seeing a concert or meeting a celebrity on a tour that’s stopped locally, wait until they’ve hit a few more venues before you post about it, or at the very least wait until you get home. this is honestly a smart move for any event you attend: unless you’re marketing yourself, there’s no need to advertise your location in real time.

check your selfie backgrounds for anything identifying. this includes city names on venues, school names, street signs, and house numbers.

this stuff is flexible if you no longer live in your hometown, or if your city is particularly big, but there’s STILL no reason to tie yourself to your school, your workplace, or your street. you can call it paranoid, but as someone who’s seen my friends get literal death threats over fictional characters before, the last thing I want is someone willing to act on those threats finding out where they live.