#And with appreciation week continuing on

[amys-books27]

Ezran Appreciation Week Prompts

I'm so nervous this isn't gonna turn out right (tho probably it's just my anxiety speaking 'cause what the hell could go wrong in an online event?), but here is the prompt list:

Everything you can create is absolutely welcome! (Except from NSFW entries), other than that do whatever you want idc, just have fun.

It'll help me a lot if you share this on any social media you can so we can reach a wider audience.

Any doubts or comments, my inbox is open.

Thank you so much for your support and I'm so excited to see what you do!

[alectoperdita]

New Chapter: No light (6790 words) by Alecto

Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jounouchi Katsuya | Joey Wheeler/Kaiba Seto Tags: Fictober 2020, Post-Canon, Aged-Up Character(s), Friends With Benefits, Hook-Up, Mild Sexual Content, Relationship Negotiation, Emotional Constipation, Yearning, Bottom Kaiba Seto, Blindfolds, Top Jounouchi Katsuya | Joey Wheeler, Explicit Sexual Content, Dom/sub Undertones, Impact Play, Spanking, Praise Kink, Anal Fingering, Prostate Massage, Anal Sex, Barebacking, Sexual Overstimulation

Summary:

Kaiba doesn’t always want to deal with the details visible in the light, especially when it comes to his not-relationship with Jounouchi.

Read Chapter 3 on AO3

This is an oldie but hopefully still a goodie! After an inspiring conversation with @rainbowwinedemon about the idea of Jounouchi introducing and guiding Kaiba through some basic BDSMplay, I couldn't resist writing a chapter exploring it. Sneak preview under the cut!

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It started with a blindfold. Not even a high-quality one, but something picked up from the likes of Donki on a lark.

The fuzzy handcuffs presented on a subsequent hook-up was potentially more incriminating. Its saving grace was the fake fur trim was black—not gaudy pink or cheap leopard print—and the way it made Kaiba's dick jump as his wrist was bound to a bed post. Just one arm, though. He didn't intend to allow Jounouchi to immobilize him entirely.

(Not this time, anyway.)

This was perhaps the most troubling part of fucking with the lights on. Jounouchi not only saw him and his every reaction, but he cataloged. He intuited.

Figured sex was where he finally decided to apply his minuscule brain.

Kaiba would be more mad about it, but Jounouchi was a proficient bed partner. No, worse, he'd proven competent.

It was for that reason alone Kaiba didn't kick Jounouchi out of the mansion and raze the deviant's life to ashes for his next suggestion.

Spanking.

Read Chapter 3 on AO3

[mychlapci]

🔞more porn be upon ye🔞

what better bot for Bumblebee to show his pelvis crushing skills on than Optimus Prime himself

[laoruna]

Mass Effect Trilogy appreciation week - day 3

hi mom, I have a thing I want to talk to you about. I’m free for the next 8 hrs (traveling, location classified (spectre business sorry)), call me if you can?

Hi Jane. It’s good to hear from you. I can call you in an hour or so. How private a conversation do you need?

private private

I’ll make sure to give the comms crew an early night off then.

thanks mom, love you

Love you too, Jane. See you soon!

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Hannah Shepard had to admit she was nervous when she started the vidcall with her daughter. She was incredibly proud of her, but even she was getting increased scrutiny for Jane’s new position as the first human Spectre – she could only imagine all the pressure her daughter was under. And her request for a private conversation could mean anything from venting off steam to asking for help about a mistake that could cause intergalactic war if it was found out. She schooled her features into a reassuring smile by the time the call connected, and seeing her daughter’s face smoothed away most of her worries – she was trying to hide it, but she was looking more embarrassed than afraid.

“Hi Mom!”

“Hello Jane! It’s good to see you. How are you holding up?”

“I-” Hannah watched, as her daughter decided to drop the masks. She was glad she felt safe enough to do so, but she wished Jane didn’t have to hide herself at all. “I am so tired. Everyone is counting on me, and I wasn’t trained for politics, but Udina keeps telling me I could start a war with a wrong word…” she buried her face in her hands, and Hannah wished she could hug her through the screen. Jane looked back up, her expression immensely tired. “I never wanted all this.”

“I know, darling. God, I wish I could help, but I promise, you can talk to me about anything. I love you, and I’m so proud of you. I hope you know that.”

“I do, mom, and it helps.” She took a deep breath, and put on a weary smile. “Love you too.”

They sat in silence for a few seconds, before Hannah spoke up again.

“You said there was a… private ‘thing’ you wanted to talk about?”

Jane turned as red as her hair in a second, and she looked to the side. Hannah had to force back a smile – that reaction gave her a good idea as to what her daughter wanted to talk about.

“Well, there’s this… I mean I… I’ve met a…” Seeing her stammering made it impossible for Hannah to suppress a small laugh.

“What’s her name, darling?” She asked with a smile.

Jane buried her face in her hands again, but her reply was still audible: “Ashley. Ashley Williams.”

Williams? Probably a coincidence, the name was fairly wide-spread. Hannah chose to ignore it, at least for now. Instead, she asked: “What is she like?”

Her daughter looked back up at the screen, and while her face was still beet red, her eyes shined with an intense emotion. “She is wonderful. She is pretty, and smart, loves poetry, and has a big heart, despite all the shit the world has thrown at her- at first she had some… unfortunate views, but being on the Normandy helped her get some perspective-”

Hannah couldn’t help a sharp intake of breath at hearing that, and Jane noticed it, stopping with a guilty look.

“Jane. You said this Ashley is serving on your ship?” She tried to sound as non-judgmental as possible, but a lifetime of military career instilled an inherent reaction against fraternization.

“...yes. We picked her up on Eden Prime after her squad was killed by the geth.” Her daughter’s gaze turned determined. “And before you ask, yes, she is form that Williams family. She’s the granddaughter of the General Williams. And she has been punished for daring to be born into the wrong family enough.” Jane had fire in her eyes, and her whole expression radiated an unstoppable iron will. Hannah realized that she just got a look at the Commander Shepard, Hero of Elysium, and she got immediately ashamed for forcing this reaction out of her daughter.

“I’m sorry, Jane.” The words, and their shameful tone, seemed to shock the younger woman out of her soldier-like vehemence. “You came to me as your mother, and I reacted like a career soldier. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have reacted like that.”

“No, Mom, I- I understand. For a long time I did the same whenever I caught myself having… feelings for Ash. But we’ve been through so much already, and the way things are going…” She gave Hannah a sad smile. “I can’t keep lying to myself. Even if I don’t act on it, I have to be honest with myself, or I’m afraid of losing who I am in all the acting I have to do.”

Hannah felt her heart breaking for her child. She was unspeakably proud of her, but she also wished she could just live her life as a regular woman, as far from the pedestal the Alliance put her on as possible.

“You deserve all the love and happiness in the world, Jane. I love you, and no matter what anyone says, I’ll continue to love you and support every decision you make.” With a half smile, she added. “Maybe your Spectre status also makes you exempt from fraternization laws too. You deserve some perks with all the burdens.”

Jane laughed at that. “It’s worth looking into, I guess.” She gave her mother a grateful smile. “Thank you, Mom. Sorry for bullrushing you like that, I just had so many emotions about this-”

“You have nothing to be sorry for, darling. You have so much on your plate, and I shouldn’t have added to it.” After a little pause, she asked, a bit hesitantly: “Does Ashley know…?”

Once again, Jane’s face reddened, and she scratched the back of her head.

“I… I think so? I have been trying to find out her feelings about, like, women and relationships and such, and she seemed…” she turned even redder “Receptive. Don’t know for sure though.”

Hannah smiled at her.

“You should talk to her then, openly, and I’m sure you can find a way to be together if that’s what you both want.”

“Yeah. I’ll… I’ll do that.” She gave her mother a sheepish, but grateful smile. “Thanks, Mom.”

“You’re very welcome, Jane.” They sat in a comfortable silence for a little, before Hannah asked. “How is your assignment going?”

“I wish I could tell you, Mom, but all details are Council-classified.” Came the answer with a frustrated sigh. “We’re getting close, I can tell, but the guy is slippery.”

Hannah gave a commiserating smile.

“I know how frustrating classified missions can be. I wish you luck, Jane.”

“Thank y-” Suddenly, Jane’s omnitool started flashing, indicating an incoming important message. “I’m sorry, Mom, I have to cut this short. It’s the Council.”

“Take care, Jane. And remember: I love you.”

Her daughter smiled at her through the screen.

“I will Mom. Love you too.” And she closed the call.

Hannah spent the next few hours of her off-duty cycle subtly contacting many of her friends, acquaintances and contacts among the Alliance brass, paving the way if she needed to call in some favors in the future. Her daughter might be a Spectre now, but surely she could still use the help of her mother every now and then.

[elvenferretots]

I feel like being in therapy is a lot like watching serialized TV. I get to work through a very small chunk of the story for an hour, and then waiting to suspense for a whole another week to see where it goes.

For once, I would like to binge. Let me get through all this shit in like 12 hours and be done.

[blametheeditor]

Voretober Day 31 | ...Believe

Voretober Prompt List

First | Previous

If given the opportunity, would you take the chance to go to space and travel the stars? What if the person offering to take you was someone you trusted more than anyone else?

What if that person is no longer entirely human?

...what consequences would follow such a choice?

MENTIONS OF SOFT VORE

Content Warnings: Forced sedation. Soft, non-sexual vore (only mentions for now). Mentions of body horror. Mentions of experimenting on people. Mentions of death and murder, violence. Being trapped against one's will. Dehumanization. Abductions. Cursing. Darker themes/tone

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Fritz sits huddled in a corner of his cage, hugging his legs tightly against his chest, watching what was once a breathtaking view of Earth become too small to make out any distinct features. Soon, he won’t even be able to see the moon. And depending on how far away he gets, the planet itself might become too small to even see. 

Considering how he got here in the first place, he has a feeling not only will Earth completely disappear, but the sun won’t even be a star to find in the sky. 

With a shiver, the teenager manages to curl up even tighter, sending a fearful glance toward the door that sits on the opposite side of the room, dreading the moment it will open. The moment when he finally meets the creature that needs an entryway that stands taller than a skyscraper.

He has yet to actually meet his captures. Well, unless they’re something made of nothing but light, because that’s the last thing he remembers. Walking home well after dark, not exactly hurrying considering how late he stayed out, and then a bright blue light exploded around him. Kept him frozen in place, unable to scream for help as it seemed to crawl over him. From his shoes, up his legs, not missing a single inch as he felt lighter and lighter the further it traveled. 

When it finally reached his head and blinded him, Fritz felt weightless, as if he could fall through the light at any moment. And then he did, finally allowed to scream only for his feet to touch solid ground within seconds. 

He wasn’t prepared for the weight of his backpack, the sudden feeling of his books and papers almost appearing on his shoulders sending him crashing to the ground. Not onto sidewalk, though, onto metal. A cold, grey floor connected to bars spaced close enough together it would be impossible for him to slip through. 

Up until that point, he thought he was dreaming. That instead of leaving work later than he intended, he had fallen asleep in the break room. Was just having a rather horrible and vivid nightmare of being teleported. Because something like that isn’t possible, there’s no such thing as light taking him somewhere. 

But then he saw the room beyond the bars. At the dizzying cliff to his left, and a large expanse of a platform to his right. At the numerous objects next to something that looks like some kind of plate, except they’re all at least twice his size if not more. 

It’s the window that sealed it for him, that this isn’t a dream. He could never dream something so real as an almost distant view of Earth. Where he can only see a little bit of green, but the clouds and oceans are unmistakable. And hovering seemingly in midair was the moon, craters barely visible, nothing like the silver disk that lit his path home. 

Fritz was never afraid of being abducted by aliens, never thought he would ever have to worry about someone being able to take him into space. But here he is, trapped like an interesting specimen waiting to be examined. 

...what’s going to happen to him? 

Suddenly, a loud hissing sound makes Fritz jump, his eyes snapping away from the window and toward the door. When nothing happens, the teenager pushes himself as far into the corner as possible, going so still he doesn’t dare breathe as he tries to ignore his pounding heart.  

Does he know it’s hopeless to try and hide? That something coming into the room is most likely coming for him? Yes, but there has to be a chance he was forgotten. A slim one, but a chance, right? 

Slowly, the door slides open and into the wall. In its place stands a giant, with a shadow that stretches so far it almost touches the cage. And as its massive head lifts up from the tablet it holds, Fritz can feel it’s gaze. 

He wasn’t forgotten. 

It doesn’t move for a moment, standing in the doorway as it watches him. When there finally is movement, it’s only to raise a hand. And then it...waves? Wait, yes, that’s a wave! The creature is waving at him! 

Fritz’s terror melts into hope. Because someone who stole him with the intention to hurt him wouldn’t try to be friendly. 

Well...he might still be scared. Because even though someone’s trying to be nice, they’re still giant. He was still taken away from his home, and he doesn’t think the creature has the intention to just ask him questions before sending him back right where they found him. But they won’t hurt him, and that’s what matters. 

He can’t help the trembles, but he does slowly lift his own hand to give a small wave back, hoping it can be seen even though he’s still curled up in the corner. “H-Hi?” 

Pure yellow eyes that remind him a lot like a cat’s narrow as the giant creature lowers their hand. Then they start walking closer, and what little warmth was left is stolen as the cage starts to rattle in time with every step taken, the shadow slowly creeping across the room until it lands on him. 

Fritz’s chest tightens as he feels an overwhelming sense of panic. A giant is coming for him, and even if they might not want to hurt him, they’re still big. Still tower over him like he’s nothing more than a bug to crush. And there’s nowhere for him to go, nowhere he can run. He’s trapped. 

The creature suddenly stops, opening its mouth as it chitters, making the hair on the back of Fritz’s neck stand up. When he doesn’t respond and can only concentrate on breathing, it makes a quiet coo before making a deep and continuous rumble. 

It seems to shake the very air. After a moment of it seeming to purr at him without making any other motions to get closer, he relaxes slightly. “Um-m-m, can you tell me where I am?” 

The towering being doesn’t respond. Instead, it continues to rumble as it slowly walks closer. Gets bigger and bigger until Fritz feels like he’s no bigger than a spider. As insignificant as an ant. Yet those eyes never leave him, so he holds onto the fact that even though they’re big, they won’t hurt him. 

But then a hand with three fingers is reaching toward the cage. Removes the entire wall of bars directly across from him. Realizes what is about to happen next. 

“Wait,” he pleads as he desperately tries to get as far away from the open wall as possible. From the giant who without a doubt will crush him if they were to grab him. Feels blinding terror claw up his throat, making it impossible to breathe. “W-Wait.” 

His words aren’t understood as a hand reaches for him. He doesn’t know if the familiar sight of a human one would be any better, but it wouldn’t be by much. He’s still tiny in comparison. Still is going to be grabbed, and there is nothing he can do to stop it. 

A shriek escapes when a finger taller than he is touches his shoulder. Fritz tries to twist away, turns to leap out of reach only to be stopped by a second one. Within a second they’re winding around him. Pinning his arms to his side and keeping his legs tightly together. 

“N-No, please, let me go!” Fritz begs. 

Again, he isn’t heard as the hand pulls him outside the cage. Up into the air where a sickening drop that makes his stomach flip. Both the fear of falling and the stare from vertical pupils keeps him from squirming. 

It doesn’t stop purring, the noise a constant background as Fritz gasps from vertigo as he’s suddenly lowered back down to the platform. Starts to feel nauseous when he realizes it’s a table for the giant. One that’s at a perfect level for a second pair of arms to easily move the objects twice his size around with ease. 

When something reminiscent of a syringe is picked up, Fritz clenches his eyes shut as he’s lowered far too quickly toward the square plate in the center of it all. He flinches when his arms meet something so cold it almost burns, his eyes snapping open to see he’s being set on the plate. 

...no, not set, pinned. Forced to lie down as a palm flattens him to effortlessly stop his struggles from doing anything except make him more panicked because this can’t be real, this isn’t happening, he refuses to believe anything except for the fact nothing is going to hurt him. 

“Please, wait!” Fritz calls up to the massive being treating him as nothing more than a scared animal who doesn’t understand someone is just trying to help it. Except this doesn’t feel like help. It feels like something much more sinister. “W-What are you doing!” 

The creature doesn’t answer, only continues to purr as its only occupied hand moves out of sight. 

“No!” Fritz sobs as his cheek is pressed painfully to the frozen ground. Tries to sit up, kick, anything. But nothing works. He is completely at the mercy of a giant. “Stop, I don’t want this! I want to go home, please, don’t hurt me!” 

The only answer he’s given is darkness. 

[ratwednesday]

bro i love your dragons they’re so so cool

thank you so much, anon! I'm so glad that you're enjoying them <3

[kazanskys-mitchell]

hey guys i am so sorry for the lack of writing/drawing/posting and i hope to get back into it soon. there’s been a lot happening in my personal life with my family that’s been causing me a lot of anxiety and stress, but hopefully i’ll be back on my bullshit soon. i love yall <33

[tojiscrack]

i LOVEEEE liar liar so much 🥹🩷 I can't wait for the next part (no pressure ofc) and thank you so much for writing this fic they're so cute 😭💔 can we expect the next part to be posted by next month??

hiiiiiii <3

i’m feeling all giddy just from the first half of your comment 😭 i’m sooo glad you’re enjoying the story, it genuinely tells me that i’ve done things well so far 😊

you’re welcome ml, but really, i enjoy writing them and love talking about them too so honestly, thank you sm for leaving a message showing ur love and support ❤️❤️❤️

now i don’t want to make any promises, because i’m lowkey scared i’ll have some random rush of writers block and then not be able to fulfil it, but if i don’t have writers block (let’s all pray together that i won’t) then expect a new chapter some time next month. probably not early june, most likely mid-june (or if it’s that prolonged, then late june). i say this because i have an aot levi fic that’s ongoing and hasn’t been updated since november so i’m trying to alternate between writing each of them equally so that both stories are shown some love 😋

just stay tuned!

p.s. if i do have writers block, i won’t leave you with nothing at all. i’ll probably post an interesting sneak peak, just so that you guys have something to gnaw ur greedy, little lying teeth on :)

[habitual-creatures]

Literally me whenever someone sends an ask:

/pos, y'all make me so happy.

[purplepixel]

You've been so quiet the past few days... everything okay?

<3

Fear not my quietness stems from me finally recovering from travelling and getting lots of work done!

And I've been trying out this new productivity trick by NOT being on my phone first thing in the morning and instead going right into drawing after I eat breakfast.

So unfortunately, that means I only open Tumblr about twice a day now and it's after I finish my tasks for the day. It's... surprisingly effective for my focus

But I have only four data points so, to be continued

[laitoslittlemacaron]

Little date in Cafe El&n >:3 💞💚✨🌸

Had a honey french toast and a rose matcha latte! 💚 (friendo had a butterfly pea powder drink, this place is so cool-) //also have some mini laito feeding and tree sitting pics xD

[cesium-sheep]

like goddamn dude I'm glad I'm feeling better and all but it's really a one two punch of "please I need more things to do I'm running out of projects that have been sitting here for years" and "oh my god I was so fucking sick, I was So Fucking Sick, I couldn't do fucking anything for multiple years that is terrifying"

like, the Shopping Queue ran out not because I had more money or got lots of gifts or whatever, I was just. too fucking sick to want things. and now it's literally overflowing, I've got a page in my cute little notebook and it is Completely Full. and most of it's little stuff like a stylus for my 2ds that actually fits in the slot, or basic shit like I should really probably have some office clothes if I'm going to be considering any in-person work.

and it sucks and I have a lot of feelings about it but there's nothing to be done but keep looking for opportunities! this is only day 3 of taking a break from captions and I'm going insane lol, that's not even making any money yet

[raskies456]

I am once again asking yall to consider content tagging posts that discuss current distressing events

am I saying this bc I saw a million untagged posts about trump today? yes. but it’s also a good thing to do in general

[zeetbl33p]

...damnit. Why did I end up getting attached to Citrus? Lhclhfo

[anti-dazai-blog]

Thank you to everyone who got me to 2500 likes!