#Bath Pillar Taps

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Choose the Most Suitable Bathroom Taps with a Bathroom Tap Buying Guide

Renovating your entire bathroom is just like designing a new bathroom. It requires similar efforts & budget to give it an attractive look with the latest functionalities. But if you have a limited budget, you can replace your bathroom taps with the latest ones. You can enhance the look of your bathroom and add functionality with stylish bathroom taps. This bathroom tap buying guide helps you to choose the best bathroom taps most suitable for your classic or contemporary bathrooms.

Choose the Best Basin & Bath Taps

The different types of taps include mixer taps, pillar taps, wall mounted taps, freestanding taps, and shower mixer taps.

Basin Pillar Taps & Bath Pillar Taps – If you want separate taps for hot & cold water, pillar taps are the best option for your basin & bath. You will get many colours, styles, and finishes for your UK bathrooms. Make sure to have two tap holes before you choose them.

Wall Mounted Basin Taps & Bath Taps – For your modern or traditional bathroom. Wall Mounted Basin Taps give a seamless & clean look. These taps are the most suitable options for basins without pre-drilled tap holes or basins with space shortage. You have many styles & finishes to choose the best taps for your luxury bathrooms. Wall mounted bathroom taps are costly to install as they need drilling in the wall.

Basin Mixer Taps & Bath Mixer Taps – If you want a single spout to get the hot & cold-water mix, buy basin mixer taps & bath mixer taps for your bathroom. You can control it with a single lever at the top of the spout. It can turn right or left for temperature adjustment or have a handle on either side of the spout. The handle controls the cold & hot water individually.

Freestanding Bath Taps & Basin Taps – Freestanding taps are suitable for freestanding baths or countertop basins or basins/baths without predrilled tap holes. They can fit on the vanity unit or countertop of your basin. While freestanding bath taps need to mount on the floor. They are tall enough to reach the edges of the bath. It requires high water pressure of up to 1.5 bar and above for effective outcomes.

Bath Shower Mixer Taps – Similar to mixer taps, these taps supply cold & hot water through a single spout. They include a shower hose & a lever that needs to pull for redirecting water flow from the spout to the attached shower hose. It gives a contemporary look to your bathroom.

Selecting the same finish & style of bathroom taps creates harmony & balance in your bathroom space and offers a timeless & coherent look.

Before you buy taps from any reliable bathroom shop in the UK, consider the following things.

Tap Holes - Whether you are buying taps for your basin or baths, you need to know the number of holes in your basin & bath. Basin Pillar Taps and Bath Pillar Taps are suitable for two tap holes. Get basin mixer taps or bath mixer taps for single tap holes. And Wall mounted taps or freestanding taps for no tap holes.

Water Pressure - In the UK, the standard water pressure suitable for taps is between 0.8 & 1.5 bar. Based on the water pressure in your home, you need to buy taps. Some taps are not suitable for low or high pressure. Hence, when you buy any basin taps or bath taps, you should check its product descriptions. Water pressure of 0.3 bar & below is considered low pressure while 2.5 bar & above is high pressure.

Tap Waste - Basin waste or bath waste are also important bathroom accessories that allow the water to drain away. Check the product description before you buy them.

Tap Finishes - Ensuring the quality of tap material is also essential for a leakage-free solution in your bathroom. Normally taps are made from solid brass with a chrome finish which is easy to clean and highly durable. The different tap finishes include high shine chrome, polished brass, stainless steel, and matte black.

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We have a superior range of basin taps, which include Mini Basin Mixer Taps, Basin Mixer Taps, Tall Basin Mixer Taps, Basin Pillar Taps, Infra-Red Taps, Basin Wastes, & more. The range of bath taps comprises Bath Shower Mixer Taps, Bath Filler Taps, Freestanding Bath Taps, Bath Pillar Taps, & more. Also get bathroom accessories & fittings like Overflow Filler Wastes, Bath Spouts, Bath Wastes, Bidet Taps, Bidet Mixer Taps, Douche Kits, Kitchen Mixer Taps, Deck Mounted Taps, Showers, Toilets, Baths, and Bathroom furniture.

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Eldritchrune - A Messy Fight

Story Setup Eldritchrune Masterpost

On their way to face Queen, Kris and the Fun Gang run into Tasque Manager, who demands impossible standards of order. Her criticisms might feel a little too familiar to Kris...but at least the rest of the Fun Gang have their back!

YAY, it's nice to finally get another comic all finished! This one obviously had to go on hold for awhile from my wrist injury. While I'm working on recovering, things are still going to be slow for awhile (probably the rest of the year), so it may be another wait before the next scene.

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Page 1

Panel 1 - Kris, Ralsei, Susie and Noelle walk down a long, uniform stone hallway. Eyeless porcelain gargoyles shaped like big cats stand watch from atop pillars in the hallway. As they walk, Ralsei says, “We’re getting closer to Queen’s chambers. Stay on the alert, Kris!”

Panel 2 - Kris responds with a quick “I am.” As the Fun Gang continues down the hallway, one of the porcelain gargoyles turns its head to follow them.

Panel 3 - Im a medium shot, Lancer pops up from within Susie’s hair, and waves at Kris. He says, “Hey human person, is it hard to stay alert with all that hair in your eyes?” Susie grins, and sticks out her tongue in joking agreement. “Yeah, it’s gettin’ even messier.” Unbeknownst to the Fun Gang, in the background, one of the gargoyles starts to climb down the pillar.

Panel 4 - Closeup on Kris as they brush their long and messy hair out of their face. “I can see just fine,” they respond.

Panel 5 - Two of the gargoyles land on the ground, the panel’s focus on their clawed paws tapping against the stones.

Page 2 Panel 1 - Noelle turns her head, one ear perked up to listen to what’s behind them. She says, “Wait. I hear something…”

Panel 2 - Closeup on the clawed paws of the gargoyles as they charge forward.

Panel 3 - Closeup on Kris as they turn at the sound, reaching for their sword.

Panel 4 - Wide shot of the Fun Gang. They suddenly find themselves surrounded on all sides by four porcelain big cats, all snarling as they circle them. Susie glares back.

Panel 5 - Susie turns back to Lancer, still poking out of her hair. She says, “Uugh, more jerks! Better hide again.” Lancer responds with a disappointed “Aw man…” but does as he’s asked.

Panel 6 - “What are these things?” Kris asks, eyeing a gargoyle circling them, and keeping one hand on their sword hilt. “They’re tasques!” replies Ralsei.

Page 3

Panel 1 - Ralsei turns expectantly, looking ahead. “That means that their *manager* must be near…”

Panel 2 - Closeup on an armored boot as it steps into the middle of the hall. 

Panel 3 - The boot belongs to Tasque Manager. She appears as an armored knight with impeccably polished plate armor, decorated with sharp V-shaped emblems. She appears human in stature, except for her head, which is the bleached skull of a big cat, and with pointed ears. She wields a flail with seven spiked spheres on the end of a collection of cords. She holds up her hand, and says, “Halt, interlopers! I will not permit you to approach the Queen!”

Panel 4 - The Fun Gang remain surrounded by the gargoyles, but Kris still looks ready to fight. Susie sneers at Tasque Manager, and says, “Since when do we need *your* permission?” She responds, “I maintain *order* and *cleanliness* in this dwelling.”

Panel 5 - Straight on shot of Tasque Manager’s face, emphasizing her symmetry and sense of order. “Do you truly think you are worthy…of Queen’s presence in your disorderly state?”

Page 4

Panel 1 - Full shot of the Fun Gang just staring back. They all look pretty haggard, unkempt and gross in their own ways.

Panel 2 - Same shot as previous, although now Noelle tilts her head to the side. “Um…yes?” she offers quietly.

Ralsei helpfully gestures to Kris beside him. “Certainly! Kris even bathed just two weeks ago.”

Panel 3 - Tasque Manager is not having it, and yells back at the group: “LIES!! I can see the *filth* all over you, human! I can smell your STENCH!”

Panel 4 - She continues, “You’re unfit for these halls…you belong in the wastes that you reek of!” The insults are especially focused on Kris.

Panel 5 - Kris shuts their eyes, remembering something from their past…

Panel 6 - A series of flashback images, to when Kris was just a little kid, living as an orphan on the streets. They try to sneak around the back of a food stand in the market, looking for something to eat, when they’re spotted by an empire soldier in armor.

The soldier yanks them up roughly by the shirt and yells in their face: “What’re you doing around here, you filthy urchin?! This is a *nice* place!”

The soldier then throws Kris down into the gutter, splashing street water all over them. “Go stink up a gutter where you belong!” the soldier screams. 

Page 5

Panel 1 - Kris opens their eyes again, grimacing. This is clearly an unpleasant memory for them.

Panel 2 - They pull out their sword, and point it towards Tasque Manager. “Maybe my stench will give your dull and tasteless halls some character,” they say.

Panel 3 - Extreme close up on Tasque Manager’s unnaturally sharp teeth. “Human…”

Panel 4 - “I’ll flay your filthy skin from your bones!” she shrieks, and pulls the flail tight in front of her, ready to fight.

Panel 5 - Ralsei immediately teleports out of the range of battle with a burst of flame and smoke. Kris and the beasts eye the gargoyles as they begin to close in on them.

Panel 6 - “Susie! Noelle!” Kris begins the fight by giving them the ACT command. 

Panel 7 - Closeup on Noelle as she opens her mouth and uses her icy breath attack, aiming at one of the gargoyles.

Pavel 8 - However, the gargoyle runs just out of range of the incoming frost, and sprints towards Susie’s unprotected right side.

Page 6

Panel 1 - Closeup as the gargoyle leaps onto Susie and sinks its large teeth into her side, latching on like a lamprey eel. 

Panel 2 - Susie roars in pain and anger at the gargoyle, even as another one coming in from her left bites down into an empty space on her chest.

Panel 3 - Wide shot as the beasts struggle to shake off the gargoyles, but they’re too hard to reach. One more bites into Noelle’s flank, while the last circles, looking for another opening. In the foreground, Kris faces Tasque Manager in one on one combat.

Panel 4 - Kris, being less skilled at swordfighting, only manages to block incoming hits from the flail. All the while, Tasque Manager yells at them: “You humans are so *irrational! Unorderly!*” 

Panel 5 - Tasque Manager flings the flail at Kris’s face as she continues: “Wretched, chaotic creatures…it’s horrid how the gods and demons here desire your souls!”

Panel 6 - Kris remains face to face with Tasque Manager, the flail partially wrapped around their sword…way too close to their face. Still, they are curious about her statement. “Horrid? Never come across a human soul pure enough for you?” they ask.

Page 7

Panel 1 - Tasque Manager leans in to grab the flail, as Kris struggles to keep appropriate space between them. “Never. There is no such thing as a pure human soul,” she replies. 

Panel 2 - Noelle runs in a circle with the gargoyle still attached to her flank. Behind her, Susie lashes her tail angrily, trying to shake off the two biting into her own hide.

Panel 3 - In a fit of desperation, Susie finally rolls onto her side, trying to crush the gargoyle against the stone floor. A sound like breaking glass is heard.

Panel 4 - When she raises up again, the gargoyle is now in shattered porcelain pieces on the floor, although it did leave a nasty wound behind.

Panel 5 - Noelle turns her head, noticing the shattered remains. “Oh, Susie! They break like stone!”

Panel 6 - Susie also takes note of the shattered gargoyle, and gets an idea.

Panel 7 - Thinking fast, she goes and snaps her jaws around the gargoyle on Noelle’s flank, and tears it free.

Panel 8 - Still with one more gargoyle hanging from her neck, she swings her head around in a wide arc and tosses the gargoyle in her jaws at the far wall.

Page 8

Panel 1 - The gargoyle hits a pillar by the far wall, and shatters like porcelain.

Panel 2 - Tasque Manager is momentarily drawn away from Kris as she notices her shattered minions’ remains cluttering up the pristine floor. She shakes with rage. “You’re all making…”

Panel 3 - “SUCH A HORRIBLE MESS!” she screams, and rears back to attack Kris with her flail again.

Panels 4-5 - Kris is momentarily struck by another memory, and they wince in anticipation.

Panel 6 - In a flashback scene. Kris has somehow knocked over a cart full of fruits, and they lay scattered across the cobblestones, broken and smashed. An angry vendor stands nearby. 

Meanwhile, another empire soldier is already there, and grabs Kris by the hair. “LOOK AT THIS MESS YOU’VE MADE!” he screams, shaking Kris. 

Panel 7 - Tasque Manager charges forward, the flail coming in fast at Kris…

Panel 8 - And hits home, striking the, in the head, above their eye. Blood bursts from the head wound.

Page 9

Panel 1 - “KRIS!!” Closeup on Ralsei as he yells in alarm, his eyes wide.

Panel 2 - Kris staggers backward, shaking, and pressing their left hand to their temple.

Panel 3 - Closeup as Kris pulls their hand away, and finds it covered in blood.

Panel 4 -  Meanwhile, Susie rolls onto her chest again, crushing the gargoyle on her neck against the floor. It crunches into pieces like the others.

Panel 5 - In the background, Susie gets up and brushes the remaining shards off her neck. In the foreground, Noelle stomps the remaining gargoyle into pieces with her hooves.

Panel 6 - Kris turns and looks up at Tasque Manager. She raises her flail to strike once again. 

Panel 7 - Despite the fact that Kris is bleeding considerably from the head wound, they smile with realization, and charge in towards Tasque Manager. “The best part about human messes…”

Panel 8 - Tasque Manager takes a wide swing with her flail, but Kris swiftly ducks under it, and slides in close to her. 

Page 10

Panel 1 - Kris finishes, “Is that you can *always* make them worse!” Kris leaps up in front of Tasque Manager, and smears the blood on their hand across her polished breastplate. 

Panel 2 - Tasque Manager pulls back and shrieks in horror at the bloody stain on her armor, both arms raised.

Panel 3 - Kris pulls back, their head still bleeding, and points decisively at Tasque Manager. Noelle and Susie are standing ready behind them, and they give the [FIGHT] command.

Panel 4 - Tasque Manager tries in vain to wipe the blood off her armor, temporarily distracted…

Panel 5 - Which is enough time for Susie to come in from above and snap her jaws around Tasque Manager. She screams, and drops her flail.

Panel 6 - In a wider shot, Kris and Noelle look on as Noelle violently shakes her head with Tasque Manager in her jaws, like a dog shaking a chew toy. Pieces of her armor fly out as she’s tossed back and forth.

Page 11

Panel 1 - Finished with her attack, Susie spits out Tasque Manager, now a complete disassembled mess of armor and bone. Her pieces scatter across the stone floor.

Panel 2 - Noelle opens her mouth wide, and uses her frost breath again…

Panel 3 - …And her icy breath freezes the scattered pieces to the floor, leaving no chance of an easy reforming. Kris watches as the cat skull head skids free of the rest of the mess…

Panel 4 - And slides to a stop by their feet. Although broken up and frozen, Tasque Manager’s severed head can still speak, albeit weakly. “So disordered…scattered…filthy…”

Panel 5 - Low angle shot at the skull glares up at Kris with contempt. Kris has won, but she still has last insults to get in: “No wonder…you were discarded…”

Panel 6 - Kris closes their eyes again, another flashback coming back…

Panel 7 - Another series of flashback images to a younger, orphan Kris. They’re hiding in a pile of trash behind some boxes, shivering, terrified of encountering another soldier. Someone else can be seen approaching.

“Hey…” Kris looks up from their hiding position at the sound of a calmer voice. They see a hand being extended to them.

The hand belongs to a younger Asriel, reaching down to help them up. “Are you okay?” he asks.

Page 12 Panel 1 - Back in the present, Ralsei approaches Kris again, putting a reassuring hand on their shoulder. He smiles down at them. “Well done, Kris! We’re that much closer to Queen now.”

Panel 2 - Higher shot as the Fun Gang begins to regroup ans start back down the hall again. Susie leans back towards the frozen and broken Tasque Manager with a taunt: “Good luck cleaning *that* up, you stupid snob!”

Panel 3 - Lancer pops back out of Susie’s hair, one hand raised to his head to look around. “Did we win?” he asks.

“Obviously!” Susie replies with a grin.

Panel 4 - Lancer turns to Kris, who is walking at the head of the party. “Wow! I guess you really *can* see through that string bean hair!” Kris is still injured and messy, but doesn’t seem to mind. “Well enough.”

Panel 5 - A shot from behind the Fun Gang as they continue down the dark hall, heading towards the Queen. Behind them lies a giant mess of shattered porcelain, frozen armor pieces and broken bones. “You know…” Kris says, “I think I will let it grow wild and ugly for the foreseeable future.”

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Frozen Camera

I watched Rise of the Guardians and fell in love with Jack Frost because he is my baby. Anyway here is something I just whipped up and I know it's bad but I needed to so it to ease my mind.

I hate studying, I really do. My mind tries to focus but it drifts into dreamland. Dreaming of the impossible. Fighting dragons, ruling a kingdom….....finding true love. But enough about that. To relax a little, I decided to go read a book outside. Since it was Christmas time, I picked up the story about all the different kinds of Christmas characters. It was night time so I made sure to bring some blankets out. As I stepped outside on my back porch, coldness engulfed me. My porch was spacious with lawn chairs and a brick pillar on the side that leads into the grass. Oh, how beautiful it was. Christmas lights dance around my neighbors backyards across the lake connecting them. Lights from blue and white to red and green. The fountain was still going as the wind danced through it. I sat down in order to enjoy reading a bit into my novel. This section was about the famous Jack Frost to whom I believed in when I was a little kid. But not anymore since I am a junior in high school.   About 10 mins into my book, I absentmindedly start singing a famous Christmas Carol.  

God rest ye merry gentlemen

Let nothing you dismay

Remember Christ our Savior

Was born on Christmas Day

I heard distant barking of dogs nearby which was normal. And the rustle of plants that were caused by the wind.  

To save us all from Satan's pow'r

When we were gone astray

Oh tidings of comfort and joy

Comfort and joyI

Oh tidings of comfort and joy

All of a sudden, my ears perk up at this crinkle or a sound of frost covering something. Like a tingling sound of some sort. I looked around and saw one of my security cameras had frost covering the lens. 

“That's weird,” I muttered to myself as I stood up, set my book down and walked toward the camera. Over the lens it looked blueish with little snowflakes covering it. My curiosity got the best of me so I decided to go inside and get a ladder. (The camera was on the ceiling). I got the ladder from the garage and walked back outside. I opened it and climbed all the way to the top. I looked closely at the camera and scratched the frost off of it. Somehow, the frost just would not come off. 

“OH GOS-,” suddenly I lost my balance and was headed toward the ground. 

“Gotcha,” I was caught by someone who was levitating off of the ground and wrapped my arms around this persons neck. It seemed to be a boy around my age who had piercing blue eyes and platinum blond hair. His skin was pale white and freezing for that matter. His dazzling white teeth showed as he smiled lovingly at me. My goodness was he handsome.  

“Woah…” I was too starstruck to even comprehend what was happening. 

“Lost your balance, there sweetheart,” the mysterious man said.

“You-your-you…” 

“Jack Frost is the name,” he said as he lowered me to the ground. 

“Oh my goodness.. It's really you,”

“Of course it's me, alive and in person.” His smile…. Is so…..loving. I finally got a good look at him and he was wearing a blue hoodie with some light brown pants. He was indeed barefoot as he was Jack Frost.  

Oh my gosh.  OH MY GOSH The Jack Frost in front of ME!!!

“And what might your name be pretty girl,” 

Pretty girl…. I flushed deeply at that. I smiled sheepishly as I introduced myself. 

“(Y/N) (L/N) at your service,” as I extended my hand out for him to shake. 

He shook it softly and his hands were beyond freezing. 

“Wait, what are you doing here?” I was so puzzled as to why he was here. It was December right, but it does not even snow over here. 

“Oh.. Well…” he walked around with his staff tapping the bird bath with it and it froze solid. 

“I got quite bored while I was patrolling so I decided to fly across a random area where I found a beautiful singing voice in this very backyard.”

As if I could ever be more redder, my face would be a tomato. 

“What were you doing out here,” he said as he pointed his staff at me. 

I gently pushed his staff out of my face and raised an eyebrow. 

“Well, It is my backyard” I started to walk around him. 

“But if you want to know, I was reading a book.”

“Oh… interesting” 

“Y’know, you have a very nice backyard,” he stated as he walked around and faced the lake. 

“And a very nice show you get to watch.” 

I giggled lightly at that. 

“Oh yes, Christmas is the best time of the year when I get to sit outside in the cold and light a fire. I see all the Christmas lights in their glory.” I smiled at last night's occurrence which was just like how I described. 

“Well, isn’t that nice,” he said as he gazed at me. 

All of a sudden I hear this ringing noise that sounds jolly. Jack takes a small device out of his hand and looks very disappointed. He verbally groans. 

“Wish I could stay, but Santa needs me.”

“You mean North,” I say out of the blue

“Wait how do you-” 

“Jack,” I giggle a little, 

“Might want to go see him” I say as I step in front of him pointing at the device smiling. 

He smiles as he is about to fly away. 

“Wait!” I put a hand up signaling him to not go yet. 

“Will I ever see you again?” 

“I’ll make sure I will see you again, snowflake.” He says as he takes my hand and kisses it with his cold yet soft lips. 

I smile and yet again, I flush at the nickname. 

He then flies away and I am left alone outside. I walk back to the camera and see that the frost has disappeared. I smile as I walk back inside. I gaze back out across the lake where I think of the many events that Jack Frost will show me. 

thinking on a part two maybe or a milti series thing idk yet lol

I have to get back to studying though

[randomfoggytiger]

"It's Not a Choice, but a Calling"

(Thanks to the Discord prompts for: beach, sickfic, family vacation with William, and Scully wearing Mulder's shirt~)

Mulder, Scully, a nameless child, and their last night at a beach.

*****

The world, for once, is silent. 

The horizon separates its light from its dark, the cool, pristine black of the water rising up to consume the last embers of a dying sun. Shadows scurry across the shore while a curious giant explores the chasms of life below-- a finger poked here, a foot kicked there-- and its watchers rise behind like pillars in the dusk. 

In this celestial space between endless lines and the end of all things, paths stretching forward become another frightening possibility. Another road not traveled, another tragedy undiscovered. Every moon bears a face of the dead, every whistle an echo of their pain. 

“Scully, if,” breathes, dies the first voice, consumed by the power of that fathomless darkness.

“Hm,” answers the second. Stronger, coming alive from the stupor of old thoughts. “No, Mulder. Not a day.” 

The sun is consumed; and the stars blaze light, illuminated. 

*****

The cold stays by their heels, misting their windows and guttering their fire. Scully consults the old magic, silently searching for a lighter while Mulder winds up the stairs and to the left, tucks away their tuckered miracle with a chilly kiss and silent retreat. Tomorrow, they face a drive littered with pit stops: burgers and fries and sunburn salve bought and consumed between each pull-off highway shop. For now, she prays that the logs will ignite, hopes to spend one more night surrounded by homestead incense instead of the dry burn of artificial heat. 

Her one-in-five-billion reappears, face drawn in nonchalance, heater clutched in his left hand. He pauses, she pauses. “You wanted the fire tonight?” 

“Yes,” Scully replies, tossing the wand somewhere conscionable, “but it won’t start, anyway.” Standing, she watches her partner bend at the waist, fiddle with ancient dials nearly rusted into antiquity. “Why? Is your cough back?” 

“No,” Mulder drawls, warm and preoccupied. “Just feeling a little mucusy.” 

“I see.” 

“Thought I’d take it a little easy, tonight,” he adds, eyes down, ashamed to admit weakness. To come close to admitting weakness. 

There are days, she knows, when it is impossible to face one’s frailties. When the sound of the bath tap makes her want to run, run, run away until that paralyzing fear is gone. When she catches a glimpse of her inescapable horror in the mirror. When her panic is mirrored by Mulder’s slack face or shaking hands. 

Gripping his shoulder, she bends, too. “We don’t need the fire tonight.” Watches an exhale plume from his mouth in relief.

*****

There is nothing much to watch, and nothing left to read. 

Scully leaves him on the couch, darting from room to room until she finds her potion jar and a pair of long, woven socks. “For your mucus,” she instructs, pulling at Mulder’s shirt until he hands it over, disappointing him by transferring the goop on her fingertips to his. Divesting him of his beach sandals, she sets to work slathering the fleshy part of one foot, then the other, with Vick’s while Mulder sniffs, then snorts, behind her. “Don’t eat it.”

“Unlike our kid, Scully, I learn from my mistakes.” 

“Uh huh,” she parries, without bite. The marvel of this body, she muses. Protecting him from callouses, rot, and infection, no matter how he abuses it. 

“Scully, I can feel you thumbing my big toe.” His eyebrows, she knows, are dancing wickedly. “There something you want to share with the group?” 

Thumbing his foot once more, in reproof, Scully's too late to catch her chin tuck. She feels his triumphant chuckle tremor down before she hears it-- an all-too-rare shaking followed by its squeaky wheeze.

The floor is still chilly, the stones cold under her cold-blooded limbs. Expediency dictates that Scully cover Mulder’s feet with his socks and reclaim her perch on the couch. The old, haunting clock of an older, daunting age ticks in time with her movements, ringing out the hour once she's settled against her personal heater. 

Mulder holds out a hand for his shirt; but she curls defensively, triumphantly, away from his reach while slipping it over her head. “Wh-- hey,” he grins, charmed by her blatant thievery, “that’s my shirt.”

“Mm.” 

“My favorite t-shirt.” 

“Mm,” Scully hums, lazily blinking at his side grin and crinkled lines. At the razed haircut he’d wanted before they came here. At the path in his eyes she’d tumbled down, countless times, to his heart. “You’ll get Vick’s on it.” At his furrowed brows as he remembers her cure-all on his chest. 

Sighing with a smile under his breath, Mulder maneuvers her between the couch and his restless limbs, luring her past her protests by generously sharing heat. “I don’t think it’ll mind, Scully.” 

*****

Dawn will ultimately claim the dark, sending its shadows to wait in their corners, beaming upon its victims with a little word called hope. 

In a few hours, the heater will switch off and the house will whirl with final checks and final feasting. 

But, for now, all that is needed are dreams.

*****

Thanks for reading~ Enjoy!

Tagging @today-in-fic, @illaisland, @agent-troi.

[colourstreakgryffin]

The Six Pillars; Masterlist #3~

Welcome to the third temple~! Here is the rest of the Masterlist I couldn’t fit on my first one~! This is the era of the most of my hardwork on Tumblr

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Pillar #1: Demon Slayer ~❤️

🧡 Kyojuro Rengoku: Troublesome Taps

🧡🩷 Kyojuro and Mitsuri: Child of Flames

💜❤️ Genya and Kaigaku: Body Matters

💙 Muichiro Tokito: Three Little Kittens

❤️ Tanjiro Kamado: Protection Squad

🌈💜🧡 Douma, Kokushibo and Kyojuro: Little Gem

💚 Kanao Kocho: Sunflowers and Roses

💜💜 Obanai and Kokushibo: Snowy Irises

❤️ Muzan Kibutsuji: Ruler of my Heart

💜 Obanai Iguro: Elite Nine, Lord of Poisons

🧡 Kyojuro Rengoku: Fantasy is True

💜 Obanai Iguro: Sombre Joke

💜 Shinobu Kocho: Longterm Infatuation

❤️ Tanjiro Kamado: Golden Child

❤️ Muzan Kibutsuji: New Member

❤️💜 Yoriichi and Michikatsu: Day and Night Chatting

🌈 Douma: Creamy Paint

❤️ Muzan Kibutsuji: Wandering Child

💜🌈❤️ Kokushibo, Douma and Akaza: Nicknaming Game

💜 Shinobu Kocho: Bath of Scolding

💚 Sanemi Shinazugawa: Grandest Reward

🧡❤️ Kyojuro and Akaza: Falling Hopes

🖤 Zohakuten: The Victim

❤️ Tanjiro Kamado: Just So Snuggly

🖤 Zohakuten: Hate and Love, Black and White

💛 Hotaru: I Don’t Like You

💜 Kokushibo: Round and Plump

❤️💛💜 Tanjiro, Zenitsu and Obanai: Grade Falter

❤️ Tanjiro Kamado: Truly Accidental

🌈 Douma: Fascinating Tales

💙 Giyuu Tomioka: All the Respect

💚 Karaku: Temple of Leisure

💚💜 Sanemi and Genya: Internal Guardians

💛💚❤️ Urogi, Karaku and Sekido: Hybrid Fun

💚 Gyutaro: Shared Links

💙💚❤️ Aizetsu, Karaku and Sekido: Multi-Babysitter

💜🩷 Obanai and Mitsuri: Dear Reptile

💙 Giyuu Tomioka: Hopeless Attempts

❤️❤️ Muzan and Akaza: Daddy’s Support

💙 Yuichiro Tokito: A Bad Feeling

❤️❤️ Sekido and Kaigaku: Work Policy

💜💜 Kokushibo and Obanai: Protective Impairment

🧡 Kyojuro Rengoku: Sweet Nightmares

🧡 Senjuro Rengoku: Musical Heartbeat

❤️ Rui: Funnel Blanket

🌈 Douma: Rainbow Bridge

💜 Obanai Iguro: Happy Birthday, King

❤️ Tanjiro Kamado: Bad Habits

❤️ Rui: Spinning Web

💙 Yuichiro Tokito: Foggy Head

💜 Obanai Iguro: Sugar Catches the Fly

💚💜🧡 Sanemi, Shinobu and Senjuro: Pirate Royal

❤️ Akaza: Power Pair

❤️ Yoriichi Tsugikuni: Far Too Attached

💜🌈❤️ Kokushibo, Douma and Akaza: Book By the Cover

❤️ Kamaboko Squad: Merfolk AU

💜 KNY: Hilarity Contest

💜 KNY: Cookie Tray

💛 Hantengu: Embrace Me and Kiss Me

💜 KNY: Crack Mess

💙 Gyokko: Evil Spirit

💜 Kokushibo: Item Mountain

💜 Kokushibo: Faster, Stronger, Smarter

❤️ Yoriichi Tsugikuni: So Mean

🌈 Douma: Grand Party

❤️ Muzan Kibutsuji: Trio of Disaster

❤️💜 Tanjiro and Obanai: Social Aid

❤️ Tengen Uzui: Flashiest Father

❤️ Muzan Kibutsuji: True Angel

💜 Obanai: Springlocked

🖤 Gyomei Himejima: Child of Sunshine

💜 Kokushibo: Amore Shrine

🩷 Kanae Kocho: Loving Spouse

💙 Muichiro Tokito: Entomophobia

💜 Shinobu Kocho: Amblyodipsa

💙🩷❤️ Muichiro, Mitsuri and Tanjiro: Scary Habit

❤️❤️💜 Kaigaku, Tengen and Obanai: Beauty and Grace

💚💙💜 Sanemi, Giyuu and Shinobu: Worse Accident

🧡💛 the Hashira: Playing Favourites

💚 Sanemi Shinazugawa: Little Things

❤️ Sekido: One’s Bewilderment

❤️ Muzan Kibutsuji: Hide and Seek

💙🩷 Muichiro and Mitsuri: Gamble of a Lifetime

🩷 Mitsuri Kanroji: Pink Hognose

🌈 Douma: Rubbing Post

💙💜❤️ Muichiro, Obanai and Tanjiro: Not Your Fault

💙💜💚 Giyuu, Obanai and Sanemi: Lady of my Dreams

🧡💛 the Hashira: Excitement Test

Pillar #2: Jujutsu Kaisen ~💜

🖤 Toji Fushiguro: Little Crybaby

💚 Maki Zenin: Multiple Problems

💙 Satoru Gojo: Daddy’s Little Princess

Pillar #3: JoJo Bizarre Adventure~💚

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Pillar #4: Death Note ~💙

🖤 Lawliet L: K.I.N.K

🖤 Lawliet L: Kindred Shackle

Pillar #5: Haikyuu ~💛

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Pillar #6: Record of Ragnarok ~🩷

🧡 Buddha: Enlightenment Gone Corrupted

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Pillar #7: Additional ~🖤

💙 Tomura Shigaraki: Cracking Bond

🖤 Tumblr Trend: Five Things

Here is the fourth temple of this blog’s overall Masterlist~ Masterlist #4

[rip-regulus]

random things I associate with the valkyries

lily - flowers, having a picnic in spring, freckles, collecting pretty shells and rocks, wavy auburn hair, sunlight filtering in through curtains, baker boy hats, knees being covered in grass, red mary janes, stomach rolls, strawberries, bicycles with a basket in front, cardigans, sisterhood, pastries, feminism, herbal tea, lacy lingerie, moss covered statues, a tire swing attached to a tree, academic burnout, eye creasing smiles, little women, hanging laundry up to dry in the sun, hair rollers, being nostalgic

marlene - pop of red, rock star gf aesthetic, carabiners, a car wash, wolf cuts, cherries, pool tables, tramp stamps, black waterline, smirnoff vodka, electric guitar, roller skates, kissing girls, motels, bleaching your hair, tooth gap, skin picking, talking in a bathroom, arguing with men, dangling your legs off a balcony, traffic lights, slogan baby tees, knee high socks, cherry coke, kitchen countertops, the sex pistols, retro radios, glitter in a kesha way, photo booth pictures

mary - fur coats, kiss marks, grwm videos, heart shaped sunglasses, an open plan apartment, clubbing, hot chocolate, a cluttered vanity, victoria’s secret, hip tattoos, fire escape ladders, slumber parties, survivors guilt, sabrina carpenter, the big apple, writing with lipstick on a mirror, bread with jam, valentines day, bay window seats, kitten heels, sims 4, white wine, sex in the city, silk robes, vogue magazine, hibiscus, curly hair, steam rooms, vanilla perfume, a walk in wardrobe

dorcas - the night sky, silver jewellery, clean girl, rage rooms, braids, enemies to lovers trope, hands, blackberries, silhouettes, dark skin, a haunted mansion, twisted tree branches, body oil, sirens, pillar candles, an antique silver plated tea set, cowl neck slip dresses, a coffin, black loafers, chocolate ice cream, a really deep well, dark purple, a brass tap, revenge, the horror genre, jasmine tea, padlocks

pandora - luna moths, a tarot card deck, walking bare foot, hallucinating, puss in boots, having a gut feeling, crystals, mushrooms, translucent fish, foggy landscapes, trinkets, mythical creatures, platinum blonde hair, incense, lilac, candlelit baths, heart lockets, baby’s breath, lambs, science, fever dreams, aquariums, getting white clothes dirty, maximalism, haunted dolls, glass bottles, rock spirals, mosaic tiles, guardian angels, canopy bed curtains, a lighthouse

[echo-goes-mmm]

Hoarding Behavior #3

Masterpost

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Warnings: nudity (non-sexual), objectification (non-sexual)

“Oh my god,” said Kit. The dragon tilted his head, grinning at him. He picked up a torch from a holder bolted to the wall. The dragon spat a stream of fire, lighting the torch.

His captor grabbed him firm by the arm and onward they went.

The cavern got smaller and smaller, until they got to the end of it. The dragon blew out the torch and it was pitch black and cold.

Until the dragon pushed him forward, but instead of hard stone, he stumbled through fabric. It was a false wall.

Kit’s eyes took a moment to adjust to the sudden light. 

The room was an enormous circle, with a high ceiling big enough for the dragon and his massive wingspan. In the center was a pit twenty feet across, lined with furs and fabrics. Giant stone pillars held glowing lanterns, and the room had a plethora of rugs, furniture, bookshelves, chests, and more. A stone fire pit was off to the side, and a cauldron of something steamed over the smoldering fire. The whole room was warm and dry, nothing like the cave they had just left.

The dragon let him take it all in before shoving him forward. He kept pushing Kit until he stumbled into the pit. He sank into it, and it was soft and plush like a giant mattress. 

His captor took his wrists in hand, and with a clawed finger, sliced through the rope like it was nothing.

But he didn’t stop there. He cut through Kit’s clothes, his shirt, his pants, everything until he was completely nude. 

He cupped his hands around his junk and flushed. The dragon snorted in amusement while inspecting him. He loomed over him, and Kit regretted not sitting up as soon as he fell into the pillows.

The dragon took hold of Kit’s chin, tilting his face back and forth. His golden eyes roamed over him, and Kit fought the urge to squirm.

He traced over Kit’s skin with the tip of a claw. Goosebumps broke out on his body. 

“You are so pretty,” said the dragon. “Such beautiful green eyes.” His voice was like velvet and buttery smooth.

“Th- thank you, Master.” the dragon paused. He tilted his head to the side.

“Master…” said the dragon, grinning. “I like that.” He tapped the point of his claw on Kit’s chest. “Up,” commanded the dragon.

They got up, and the dragon- Master- pulled him along by the wrist, across the warm stone floor.

Master led him to a tunnel, an offshoot of the main room, and he could sense a change in the air.

The temperature became a touch warmer and the tunnel was humid. 

It was a short passage, and it opened into another spacious room. A rectangular pool took up most of the length. 

Master unbuttoned his red silk shirt and pulled it off. Patches of red scales glimmered in the dim light. Master stripped off his black trousers, and Kit had the sense to look away. The dragon picked up a bar of soap and a cloth.

“Come,” said the dragon, and he guided Kit into the water. 

“I can’t swim,” he said as they waded into the warm, steamy water.

“I will not let you drown,” said Master. His voice was so sure, Kit believed him.

The pool was sloped, and gradually the water rose to just under his chest before he stopped. Master dipped the cloth into the warm water. 

“You need a bath,” said Master, rubbing the soap and the cloth together. He set the soap down the edge of the pool. “Hold still.”

The dragon began to wash him.

It was… embarrassing to be bathed by another person. Master was painstakingly gentle, unlike before, like he was glass and could shatter.

The dragon was thorough and it genuinely felt nice when he washed Kit’s back and hair. He did, thankfully, let Kit wash his own bits.

After their bath, Master ordered him to sit in the nest, still nude.

The dragon (who had unfairly gotten dressed) dug through his various chests and drawers, pulling out a rainbow of assorted fabric. He dumped the pile next to Kit, and one by one Master held up each scrap to his face.

“Wha- what are you doing?”

“You will look better when I have decided what colors compliment you instead of choosing blindly,” said the dragon, matter-of-fact.

He tossed several yellow scraps to the side, dissatisfied. Apparently yellow was not Kit’s color.

After several minutes, the dragon had a sizable pile of ‘acceptable’ shades. And then Master fetched a few small boxes. He opened the lids, and Kit had never seen so much gold and silver in one place before.

“I should display these better,” muttered the dragon as he dug through the pieces. He huffed, smoky, as the rings caught on his clawed fingers. He upended the box of gold out of frustration, shaking out bracelets and earrings and who knew what else.

Eventually Master settled on a few pieces. Silver ‘washed out his skin’ or whatever that meant, and he decided on no gemstones because they ‘distracted from his eyes’. 

Kit felt like a doll in the hands of someone playing dress-up. The dragon slipped on delicate golden arm cuffs on each arm and wide, snug bracelets for each wrist. He clipped an anklet on his left leg.

The jewelry only seemed to emphasize his nakedness, and Kit didn’t like it. He may have snuck a glance in between Master’s legs in the bath, but the dragon was smooth down there, like he’d magically tucked away what was supposed to be visible.

Logically speaking, the dragon probably wasn’t interested in him sexually. They were different species after all, but they looked too closely compatible for Kit’s comfort.

Sex was never Kit’s job before. He usually cleaned or worked in the kitchen. He always felt bad for the poor souls expected to pleasure their owners. 

Thank goodness the dragon looked at him like an object and not a mate.

Master hid a yawn behind his hand, and Kit had to wonder what time it was. There were no windows in the cave obviously. He was exhausted, but that meant nothing. He wanted to go to bed since the trek into the woods.

The dragon scooped up the excess jewelry and fabrics, putting them away. He handed Kit a set of soft, luxurious blue pajamas.

Master watched him dress, and seemed pleased with the result.

“I am going to call you River,” said Master. “It suits you well. I am Noct.” It wasn’t the first time a master changed his name (‘Kit’ was a leftover), but River had a feeling this would be the last.

“Yes, Master. Thank you.” Noct smiled at him.

“Would you like some dinner? I have some spiced stew ready.”

“Yes, please.” River hadn’t really eaten since that morning.

Noct ladled the bubbling stew into a ceramic bowl. It smelled heavenly, and the warm combination of spices and tender fall-apart meat and soft potatoes comforted him.

Noct ate with him, and River took the time to really look at his new living conditions. 

His expectations were all wrong. Master had not eaten him. The cave was not dirty and cold, but clean and warm. The expected smokiness of a dragon didn’t affect the air. Even the cooking fire and lanterns were smoke-free. Perhaps that was just how dragon fire was.

Master finished his meal first, and wandered off to dig through his things again. River helped himself to a second bowl as he thought. It was really good, and there was plenty in the pot.

The dragon definitely had a vast collection of finery, but no giant pile of coins like in fairy tales. 

A huge bang shook him out of his head. Master was in the center of the nest, a hammer in hand. What was he doing?

He ate while he watched Noct hammer something into the stone. The vague curiosity turned into a wariness as Master picked up a coil of metal chain. He couldn’t see exactly what Noct was up to, but he could guess.

He shoveled the stew into his mouth. 

Master attached the end of the chain to whatever he’d bolted to the stone, and began to walk to the exit. The chain clunked to the floor as he walked.

He was measuring how long River’s freedom of movement would be. 

Noct stopped a few feet before the exit. He marked the chain with a claw. The nest was dead center in the dragon’s den, and River would be able to reach everything except the bathing pool and the entrance tunnel once he was attached. 

At least there was that.

Master glanced up at him, and River looked away.

From the corner of his eye he saw Master spit fire, heating the iron red-hot, before taking it in hand and snapping off the desired length. Holy shit.

Master put away the rest of the chains. River heard a few clinking noises as Noct fidgeted with his project. 

River finished his bowl, setting it to the side. He wasn’t hungry for thirds. 

Noct came over, a shackle in his hand, the chain trailing behind him.

“I won’t run,” said River. “You don’t need to worry about me. I promise, Master.”

Master looked at him. “I know,” he said, locking the cuff around his right ankle. Master had padded the iron with fur, and River thanked god for small mercies. 

“This is more for me than for you,” said Master. “I keep a close eye on my things. I would not want you to wander off. Try leaving.”

River walked to the opposite end of the den. The chain stopped him from even touching the false fabric. He tugged, just to prove to Noct he couldn’t do it.

“Very good,” he said. A strange sound came from Master’s chest, and River realized he was purring. 

“Time for bed, treasure.” River followed Noct back to the nest. Master went around the room, dimming each lantern until the entire den was a very dim red. River made himself comfortable, which wasn’t hard. The nest was just a giant bed, and he was spoiled for choices for pillows and blankets.

Noct settled on the opposite side of the nest, curled up like a cat. His tail swished around to his side, and he was still purring. 

River struggled to get to sleep. He was no stranger to chains or rope or even a cell.

But something about being trapped inside the earth, with only his Master for company unnerved him.

He already missed the sun.

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[breannasfluff]

"What If Legend kissed Ravio after the bird bath?" _G I V E_

Ravio’s hands are on his wings. Legend holds his breath, then remembers to suck it in when his chest grows right. Ravio’s hands. Are on. His wings. 

Of course, his flockmate has preened his wings before. He’s even helped wash and condition them! But that was before the vet gave him feathers. 

The merchant taps a wing bone. “Turn around so I can get the inside coverts.”

Great. This means Ravio will have unfettered access to notice how red his face is. Still, Legend turns around and focuses on the wooden pillar of the pagoda. He is not looking at Ravio. 

Gentle fingers sink into feathers and start sliding conditioner down the shafts with expert efficiency. Despite the water, the vet is puffing and can do little about it. Does Ravio really need to focus on each feather? 

Assumingly, he does, because he frowns and leans forward to focus on his task. He also spreads his wings slightly, flashing the inner secondaries. 

Legend swallows hard at the sight. The merchant has to know what he’s doing, right? No one is that clueless. Is he…flirting? Is this flirting? Does he—like Legend? Does Legend like him? Well, that’s sort of a moot point by now.

No, he can’t assume. Maybe the merchant doesn’t know what he’s doing.

Ravio spreads his wings wider with a little shake, showing off not only secondaries, but the innermost axillaries.

That’s it. The vet only has so much self-control and this is too far. He throws himself forward, ignoring the merchant’s half-squawk of surprise before his lips land against the other bowerbird.

Legend can’t help but soften into the kiss, molding himself against Ravio. The merchant’s hands left his wings to land on his chest, but don’t push him away. He leans into the motion slightly, an aborted whistle rumbling in his throat. Their wings bump; wet and still soapy.

Breathing is overrated, Legend is going to kiss this bird forever and—

“You owe me rupees.”

“We never agreed to a bet!”

“Sure, we did. It was implied.”

The vet jerks backwards and both birds whip around. Hyrule and Wild are blatently watching with no attempt at privacy. Legend…forgot there was an audience in the bird bath. The pink flush starts in his cheeks and travels down his chest and to the tips of his ears. Ravio is sinking deeper into his wings, trying to hide.

Wild’s grin is particularly feral. “If you’re going to pounce on him, do you want us to leave?”

Legend gently pushes Ravio away and focuses on his enemy. “I’m going to murder you!”

Wild’s screech is gratifying as he’s dunked beneath the water, but no amount of payback will save Legend from hearing this story again and again…and again.

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The Radiant Full Moon in Leo: Embracing Courage and Creativity on January 25, 2024

The full moon in Leo on January 25th, 2024, stands out as a celestial marvel, bathing the night in its radiant glow. This lunar spectacle occurs in the bold and expressive sign of Leo, offering a unique cosmic interplay of lunar and solar energies. In astrology, the full moon symbolizes culmination and clarity, and when it aligns with Leo, a sign ruled by the Sun, it heralds a period of heightened emotion, creativity, and self-expression.

The Leo Full Moon: A Spotlight on Self-Expression and Passion

Leo, a fire sign known for its courage, drama, and vivacious spirit, encourages us to step into the spotlight and embrace our unique qualities. This full moon invites us to acknowledge our desires for recognition, affection, and creative expression. It’s a time to celebrate individuality and to recognize the importance of our personal contributions to the world.

Lunar Brilliance: Illuminating Our Innermost Desires

Under the influence of this full moon, our innermost desires and passions may come to the forefront. Leo’s fiery energy amplifies our emotions, making this an ideal time for artistic endeavors and romantic pursuits. The full moon’s light illuminates our deeper feelings, providing clarity and insight into our hearts’ true desires.

The Sun and Moon Dance: Balancing Ego and Emotion

The full moon in Leo forms an opposition with the Sun in Aquarius, creating a cosmic tension between our need for personal recognition (Leo) and our role within the collective (Aquarius). This dynamic asks us to balance our ego and individual pursuits with our responsibilities and connections to the broader community.

Embracing Courage and Confidence

Leo’s influence during this full moon empowers us to face challenges with courage and confidence. It’s a time to step out of our comfort zones and take risks, especially in areas where we seek growth and recognition. The boldness of Leo encourages us to assert ourselves in healthy ways, championing our ideas and passions.

Creativity and Self-Expression: The Heart of Leo

Creativity flourishes under this full moon, as Leo’s artistic and theatrical nature comes to the fore. Whether it’s through art, music, writing, or other forms of expression, this period supports tapping into our creative wellsprings. It’s an opportune time to start new creative projects or to bring existing ones to fruition.

Relationships and Romance: The Warmth of Leo’s Fire

In matters of the heart, the Leo full moon kindles romance and deepens connections. Its warm, expressive energy enhances our relationships, encouraging open-heartedness and generosity. For those seeking love, this lunar event supports taking bold steps towards forming new connections.

Reflecting and Releasing: The Full Moon Ritual

Full moons are traditionally times for reflection and release. This Leo full moon is an excellent opportunity to let go of what no longer serves us, particularly in areas of pride, ego, and the need for external validation. Reflecting on how we can be true to ourselves while also contributing to the greater good can be a transformative exercise during this time.

Navigating Challenges: The Shadow Side of Leo

While the full moon in Leo brings many positive qualities, it’s also important to be mindful of its shadow side. Leo’s energy can sometimes lead to excessive pride, stubbornness, and a need for attention. Recognizing and tempering these tendencies helps in harnessing the full moon’s energy constructively.

Conclusion: A Time of Radiant Possibility

The full moon in Leo on January 25, 2024, offers a powerful moment for self-expression, creativity, and emotional growth. It encourages us to shine in our authenticity, to embrace our passions, and to balance our individual needs with our connections to others. By tapping into the bold and radiant energy of this lunar event, we open ourselves to a world of possibilities, creativity, and heartfelt expression. Let us bask in the moon’s glow and carry its inspiration forward in our lives.

[dustdeepsea]

Fortuna dreams, the night before the Council.

Sidereal Lovers

Fandom: The Cosmic Wheel Sisterhood (Video Game)

Rating: Mature

Relationships: Ábramar/Fortuna (The Cosmic Wheel Sisterhood)

Additional Tags: Omens & Portents, Dreamsharing, Missing Scene, Implied Sexual Content

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The sky above is as red as an open mouth. A merciless sun beats down on her, white-hot and blinding as it reflects off the sand. There are salt pillars in the distance, mocking her with their shade. Arrayed above her are the bleached bones of a beast with no name, that walked this wasteland before Earth was a dream in the arms of the galaxy. They cast no shadow on the ground.

Fortuna looks down at herself—she is naked, hairless, and wreathed in a dozen snakes made of fire. Tongues of flame lick her skin. The snakes slither and coil and burn, both sweet agony and painful delight. She sinks down to her knees, warped desire building in her core at their sinuous movement. The white sand sucks her down, swallowing her shins.

This is a dream, and within dreams, she is Mistress.

She imagines rainfall, dousing the flames and setting her free. She imagines a rushing river, washing away the salt pillars, cooling her fevered body.

Nothing happens, even as she exerts the full extent of her will.

Abramar finds her like this, twisting against her bonds, growing increasingly frustrated and anxious.

“Fortuna,” he intones, darkening the sky.

“Abramar,” she chokes, her mouth full of dust. “Help me.”

He drifts down closer to her. “What is this place? Why did you summon me here?”

“I don't know,” she cries. She rolls herself over, into his shadow. His body blocks out the sun, providing meagre relief from the heat.

Abramar is watching her with both pairs of eyes. She has become better at reading his alien expressions. There is uncertainty in his face. Confusion, and fear.

In that moment, the sky splits open in a flash of blue and white. An asteroid, a cosmic herald, tearing through the endless day-night, bathing the red wastes with dizzying colour and light.

This is not a dream, she realises. This is the landscape of the card that she made before she went to sleep, as she scratched off another cycle. She had poured her fury and her thwarted desire into the making, so close now to the end, and the next Seal’s reckoning. This is a portent and she is the cosmic conduit.

“Help me,” she whispers again, grim with the new knowledge. Abramar’s eyes are fixed on her, writhing in the sand. There is another emotion swirling in them that she recognises. Lust. Desire.

“You must submit,” he says, and her skin vibrates at the sound. She shudders. “Submit to the fire, and then I will be able to free you.”

She bows her neck. The snakes wrap themselves around her, like a lover’s hands, pulling her down to their bed. All at once, a thousand fiery kisses, pressed to every inch of her. She surrenders to the sensation, their rasping scales and their heat. Her lungs are full of love and burning sand.

Fortuna comes undone, watching the asteroid blaze across the sky, shattering under Abramar's unblinking gaze. The world explodes around her in an inferno, as her orgasm peaks.

She feels his finger on her chest, nothing more than a tap. His nail is a dagger, pricking her flesh with the softest kiss. The first time he has ever touched her in their long months together, drifting amongst the stars.

At the brief contact, she wants to tear off her skin. She wants to crawl into his mouth and feel his teeth. She wants to curl up on his tongue and sleep until everyone she ever loved is dead. She wants to devour him from the inside out.

She wants—

She wants.

Abramar pulls her free, the flames burning out, the snakes falling away and slithering off into the desert. She shakes in his palm. She feels hollowed out, scoured clean. She has paid the fire's price.

“I felt it too,” he says, holding her to his shoulder. His voice is like rolling thunder, even as he tries to be gentle with her. Still, she clings to him. “I felt all of it.”

“Take me home, Abramar,” she whispers, against his skin.

He moves his hand and the red cloth of the sky parts, like a curtain. She closes her eyes as they drift out into the night. 

The stars are cold and beautiful as they move between them. She drinks them in as they travel through the void. This might be the last chance she has to see them like this.

“I love you,” she says, burning with the knowledge of things to come. “I might hate you, afterwards, but right now this is the truth—I love you.”

“I love you too,” he says.

Is it as simple as that, in the end?

An asteroid follows them for a parsec, before arcing off, travelling its course. She watches it trail off into the darkness. She holds her head high, like a queen going to her execution. She does not weep.

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[songbirdsanctuary]

Healing(A HC vent fic) part 2

This is a vent fic about something that happened to me a long while ago and my process of healing, I'm projecting this into some of my favorite Hermits. Also next part of Safe Space Au coming soon I just have writers block.

Warnings: R@pe(It is kinda shown through a nightmare), Almost self-harm

Word count: 855

For a week now, Mumbo found himself confined to his bed, grappling with the aftermath of a harrowing incident. Despite his best efforts, he realized that healing was not going to be a swift or straightforward process. Grian and Scar, ever the pillars of support, made sure to check in on him regularly, ensuring that he was tending to his basic needs - from eating to bathing and steering clear of self-harm.

One particularly bad day, as Grian paid Mumbo a visit, he intercepted a distressing moment. Mumbo was on the brink of harming himself, but Grian swooped in just in time to prevent a catastrophic action. Days had passed, and Grian's concern only grew when he couldn't locate Mumbo within the sprawling, tree-like confines of his abode. His heart raced as he stumbled upon Mumbo in the bathroom, clutching a shard of glass against his wrist, tears betraying his pain. Without a second thought, Grian gently disarmed him and enveloped him in a comforting embrace.

As the days stretched into a week, Mumbo realized that secluding himself within his sanctuary was no longer an option. The weight of his friends' concerns was palpable, pushing him to don a facade of false cheer and normalcy. Despite his facade, the occasional concerned glances from his companions did not escape his notice, a silent reminder of the battles yet to be faced.

On his first day outside the safety of his base, Scar set off for Mumbo's dwelling with a mysterious package in hand. As he caught sight of Mumbo, a broad grin spread across his face, his slight limp not hindering his pace.

"Mumbo!" Scar's voice was filled with enthusiasm, causing Mumbo's wings to flutter in response. "I was just heading your way! It's a delight to see you out and about!" With a warm gesture, Scar extended a plastic container of homemade treats towards Mumbo. "I whipped these up just for you!"

Graciously, Mumbo accepted the container, nodding in thanks. Scar was renowned for his baking skills in the server, his delectable creations adored by all who had the pleasure of tasting them.

After a day spent in each other's company, as the sun dipped below the horizon and the time to part ways approached, Scar felt a sense of urgency to share something with Mumbo. "Hey, Mumbo," he began, his voice tinged with a mix of excitement and seriousness. "Grian and I had an idea. We thought it might be helpful to have a code word for whenever we need to discuss what happened."

Mumbo pondered the suggestion for a moment, his expression thoughtful. "I like that idea. So, what's the code word?" he inquired, curiosity lacing his words.

Scar tapped his cane lightly on the ground, a contemplative look on his face. "We thought it would be fitting for you to choose the code word, unless you'd rather not, of course," he explained, giving Mumbo the freedom to make the decision.

Mumbo's mind whirred with possibilities, wanting the code word to be something he didn’t say otfen. After a moment of silence, a soft hum escaped his lips as he finally suggested, "Cranberry?"

The word hung in the air, a curious choice that held a certain weight and uniqueness. It was a word rarely spoken, making it all the more special as the designated code word for their future discussions. Scar smiled. “Sounds good! I’ll tell Grian!” He waved before he started to walk away. “I’ll see you later!” Mumbo waved back brfore walking back to his base.

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As Mumbo strolled through the dimly lit streets, heading back to the Portal Hub, he was suddenly dragged into a narrow alley. His heart pounded, and he struggled to break free from the unseen grasp. Just as he prepared to scream for help, a hand silenced him, the owner's breath hot against his ear.

"Don't make a sound, or I'll tear your wings off," growled the figure. He removed his hand, and Mumbo cautiously surveyed his attacker. A tall, slender Void Demon stood before him, his light brown hair was a little long, a long, sinuous tail whipping behind him, and piercing red eyes that seemed to hold a darkness Mumbo had never seen. A distinct X-shaped scar marred the demon's angular face, adding to his menacing appearance.

The demon's grip tightened as he began to remove Mumbo's garments, and Mumbo's fear turned to outrage. Desperate to escape, he shouted, not realizing the consequences of his actions. The demon's hand shot out, capturing one of Mumbo's delicate moth wings.

"I-I won't scream again," Mumbo whispered, his voice trembling. He tried to free his wing, the demon merely huffed, dismissing his plea. With a sense of dread, Mumbo watched as the demon continued his vile actions.

Mumbo awoke in a cold sweat, the nightmare still fresh in his mind. While he lay there he tried to ignore the fact he wouldn’t be able to fly again, he would need to learn to use a Elytra, and he would get a quesitons about how his wing broke.

He curled into himself starting to cry.