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[magnusbae]

Brandon Sanderson || art: Karl Gussow // Jean Claude Kabongo // George Frederic Watts

[frogposting]

Panamanian Golden Frog

Atelopus zeteki

These guys are tiny. So small, in fact, that they’re born without eardrums. They use a form of sign language called semaphore to communicate with other frogs. This sign language involves waving hands and raising feet to greet each other, defend territory, or attract a mate. For example, male frogs will wave their arms to attract females, and females will wave back if they are interested.

Unfortunately, they’ve been extinct in the wild since 2007 due to the amphibian chytrid fungus but they’re being bred successfully in captivity.

[captainsvscaptains]

Round 1 Part 8 Poll 2

Propaganda

Spoilers ahead

Crow is what's called a "spore eater", which protects her from physical harm but also causes severe dehydration. Like most spore eaters, she feels the tradeoff is not worth it, so she manipulates her crew into piracy so they'll be desperate enough to venture into the dangerous seas where the dragon Xisisrefliel lives, as Xisis is reputed to be able to "cure" spore eaters. (It turns out that the cure requires ongoing maintenance from the dragon in order to be ongoingly effective, so her plan was flawed to begin with.)

It's Lucky Jack! On his very first command, took a frigate with a sloop, and filled up Port Mahón with prizes. He's a disaster on land, kind of shit with money, but he is brilliant at sea, ingenious and strategically minded. He loves his wife, Sophie, and his bestie, Stephen Maturin, and he gets up to all sorts of hijinks with the latter. He rescued Stephen from being tortured by the French, actually, and Stephen frequently uses his own connections to try and work to Jack's advantage. He's obsessed with gunnery, and his crew generally love him because he's disciplined but not a hard-horse, plus he's lucky and brings them lots of prizes and prize money. He's a jock, but later in life he starts to love math for its own sake, as well as becoming an astronomer of no mean ability; he's presented papers on math and astronomy to the Royal Society. He's a great musician, a violinist, and his duets with Stephen (a cellist) are so incredibly touching to read about. His music is just... beautiful. Stephen's hands were wrecked by torture, and later on we find out that Jack's been downplaying his own ability to match Stephen's level, because he'd rather play average with Stephen than perfectly alone.

There's so much more I could say but tldr he's the best I love him.

[libralita]

Someone found the cover for Tor edition of Yumi and the Nightmare Painter and I cannot live without this.

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[madxmellon]

Yumi and Nikaro watching their little dramas

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Summary: If there was one thing Rhys was well aware of, it was that his life expectancy as a kingpin was a short one. Unless he wanted his uncle seizing power the moment he bled out, he was in need of an heir. An Alpha heir at that.

The only way he could guarantee such a thing was by breeding an omega, a designation nearly extinct in the world they lived in. Regardless, he would acquire one—no matter how unconventional his means may be.

OR;

The Mafia Omega Auction Fic

AN: Please respect your own mental health first and foremost. It is much more important to me than likes and reblogs. 💕

TW: Rape, Non-consensual spanking, Non-consensual drug use, Degrading language, The Dove is very, very dead

Chapter III

Feyre

Feyre had free run of the place, though Rhys was only tucked away in his office when he wasn’t glued to her side. Whatever work he did seemed to be remote for the time being. And even if he had left the property, he’d informed her of a half dozen security measures in place, both to keep intruders out and her locked in.

The second day of her captivity she explored the upper level of the house, first finding a small home library. A cozy chair had been placed beside the single window to allow natural light suitable for reading. The second was a game room, set up with a variety of consoles and a large shelf of cards and board games. Tucked into the corner was a large whiteboard with several groups of tallies and number sequences she couldn’t begin to decipher without any context to the game. Beyond that was a third and fourth bedroom decorated in warmer colors than the down stairs. A full bath at the end of the hall completed the second story. 

“Find anything entertaining?” Feyre jolted, a hand pressed to her chest as she’d always been easily startled. “It’s alright, darling. I just need you to come downstairs for a few moments.” She cocked her head. “Just come downstairs, Feyre.” Hearing someone shuffling on the hard floor below them, she retreated a step. She’d thought they were alone. “I don’t want to have to repeat myself, Feyre.”

“Who is that?”

His eyes softened slightly, probably realizing she was more nervous than obstinate at the moment. She didn’t like him, but at least she knew his intentions for her.

“Darling, she’s the doctor I mentioned yesterday. She’s just going to check you over and make sure you’re healthy.”

“There’s nothing wrong with me,” she hissed back.

He gave a heavy sigh before scooping her up once more and carrying her down the flight of stairs, not seeming slowed in the slightest by her struggling. “Enough, little girl,” he growled when they reached the ground floor. “Or you’ll earn yourself that punishment I mentioned yesterday.” His tone and expression flipped in an instant. “Madja, thank you for coming on such short notice.”

“Of course. I see we have a shy one here.”

“Only with doctors, it seems.”

She blushed, shuffling away from Rhys when he finally set her down. “I didn’t go often. As a child.”

The woman smiled. “Perhaps we could do most of this from your nest. If that would help?” Seeing she wasn’t getting out of this, Feyre nodded. “Very good. Shall we begin?” ~~~~~

Rhysand

“Well?” He asked the moment Feyre was out of earshot.

“There’s nothing major to be concerned with. She needs several hearty meals and daily vitamins, but she’s otherwise healthy.” He nodded. “Are you going to ask me what you’re truly wondering?” He raised a brow, waiting. “I didn’t do anything invasive, seeing as she was so nervous, but considering she hasn’t been to a doctor in years and she’s spent the last few weeks in the conditions he has I wouldn’t think she had any sort of birth control at the moment.”

“Thank you, Madja. The injection?” She offered him a small bottle and syringe, frowning all the while. “Don’t start.”

“When you find yourself wondering a year or two down the road why your omega still loathes you, remember what I told you.”

“I pay you for your service, Madja, not your lectures.”

It was unfair of him, seeing as the woman had served his family since before he was born, but he wouldn’t be swayed in his decision.

“Make sure the muscle is relaxed for the injection. And for God’s sake, get her another meal before she goes into her heat.” 

Rhys ground his teeth. He was going to keep the girl fed and healthy. Happy was to be determined, but he was more than capable as a provider. “Thank you, Madja. Have a good evening.” 

Opening the door, he saw her out, stepping outside himself when he saw Azriel’s car coming through the gate. “So I’m the errand boy now?” he asked, stepping out of the car. “I take it this means you have a sweet little omega tied to your bed right now?”

Rhys accepted the necklace box from his brother with a soft chuckle. “I have an omega. I haven’t gotten around to any bondage yet. Too skittish still. The good doctor just read me the riot act about the injection.”

“Doctors have to keep some of their morality, even working with the likes of us. Don’t let it bug you. Once you mark the girl, does anything else really matter?”

He huffed. “She’s something else, Az. Skittish, yeah, but she’s got some serious fire once she shoves that fear down. Stubborn as a mule. Sure omegas naturally fall in the brat category, but Feyre… she’s something else.”

“Sounds like you’re already catching feelings for her. What happened to getting a couple kids out of her and then keeping your distance? No weaknesses, right?”

Rhys shook his head, pushing off the wall and reaching to open the door. “Easier said than done, brother. You’re welcome to come in, but I won’t be making conversation for the next several days.”

He chuckled. “Not willing to share your new pet?”

He didn’t bother answering, already at the end of the foyer. Feyre was exactly where he expected her to be, curled up in her nest and pouting at him. He wouldn’t feel guilty, he told himself. Not for making sure she was healthy, especially seeing as her parents didn’t care to. What else had they neglected when it came to their daughter?

“Don’t give me that look, Feyre darling. This was for your good as much as my peace of mind. It’s nearly one,” he continued, crouching outside of the rudimentary nest and reaching to stroke his thumb down her cheek. “We’ll get you something to eat before anything else comes around.”

“I’m not hungry.”

“A hunger strike won’t help you, Feyre. And I guarantee I’m more stubborn than you are. Would you prefer to eat downstairs or here in your nest?”

He’d earned the cold shoulder it seemed. “You’re going to let me take care of you, little girl, or—”

“—or else. You’re just all talk, aren’t you? Is there ever any follow through?”

He didn’t bother trying to hide his shock at her demand. “Feyre darling, you just earned that follow through.” ~~~~~

Feyre

Well fuck. 

Feyre didn’t know what she expected to happen when she snapped back. But she was sick of his threats and sick of his face. She was especially sick of the bastard’s hold on her. His scent, his magnetism. 

More than all of that, she was sick and tired of trying to puzzle out and shut down the quiet acceptance deep inside of her. That pathetic little voice that told her to trust him last night—that was now telling her she had earned a punishment. That he was her alpha and knew what she needed. What she couldn’t admit to herself.

Rhys gripped her elbow, pulling her to her feet and guiding her to the bed. She was over his lap a moment later, burying her face in the soft sheets to hide her flushed cheeks. There was no point in fighting him, but it was still humiliating. 

She whimpered when he tugged her waistband down to her knees. Her bikini cut panties could hardly be considered proper coverage. Clamping a hand down at the nape of her neck immediately put an end to her anxious wriggling. “I’m sorry.”

“Facing punishment, I’m sure you are.” 

The hand at the back of her neck slid down to rest between her shoulder blades, keeping her upper body in place. The first crack came down on her backside, the sting blooming slowly enough to give her hope this wouldn’t be as intense as she feared. Another half dozen swats proved her wrong, though.

Considering the strength he’d already displayed whilst manhandling her the past two days, she was starting to suspect this was more likely a warm up than the full force he intended for her punishment. Not to mention the thin fabric of her underwear did nothing to soften each blow.

A heavier strike came down on the tender skin beneath the curve of her ass and she whimpered, nails biting into his jeans even as she felt a damp spot forming in her panties. She could not be turned on by this cruelty. “Rhys.” He paused, clicking his tongue when she tried to cover herself. “I can’t.”

“Do I need to pin you?” Not a threat, but an offer. Because if she started covering herself or gave into the urge to start kicking as an outlet for her pain her punishment would only go on longer. 

“Yes,” she choked, head dropping back down to the silken sheets. 

Rhys shifted their position, trapping her legs between his own before stroking her hair softly. “You’re doing well, sweet girl.”

Hardly high praise, but it settled something inside of her all the same. He gathered her wrists to hold them at her tail bone and she braced for the next strike. Another five and she was on the brink of tears. “Please,” she whined. “Please, Rhys. I’ll be good.”

He was silent for a moment, finally caving. “I suppose we’ll see if that holds true, won’t we?” She clamped her legs shut the moment his parted to release her. “Now what’s this?”

It was embarrassing, how easy it was for Rhys to put her on her back and strip her pants before forcing her legs open. He dragging his fingers over the soaked cotton covering her slick core, groaning softly. “Oh, sweet girl you’re soaked for me.”

“No,” she whined.

“These panties tell another story. Been bratting me since we met, hoping for me to punish you, hm? Or maybe you thought I’d fuck the brat out of you. Is that it, darling? Aching for Alpha’s cock?”

“No!”

Her protests were useless, tears unacknowledged as he tore what clothing remained on her and unzipped the front of his pants, unbothered by the rest of his. “Know just how to get my omega relaxed for her medicine,” he growled at her throat. Catching her hands, he pinned them above her head, using his free hand to stroke his hard length. “Would have stretched this pretty cunt for you. But you just had to fight me.”

And then he was pushing into her. Teeth clenched, Feyre sobbed at the painful stretch, feet scrabbling against the slick sheets as she made a pitiful attempt to escape him. “Tight, hot little cunt. Your first time and you take Daddy so well.” She shook her head. “That’s enough now. This is what naughty pets earn.”

“Please. It’s too much. It hurts.” She didn’t care what she was doing to his ego if it got him to stop trying to tear her in half. “It’s too much.”

He  made a soft sound low in his throat before biting into her neck and thrusting deeper. “It wouldn’t be much of a lesson if it felt good, would it? All little girls need to be taught to respect authority. It’s just a shame it took so long for that lesson to reach you, my Feyre.” His eyes flicked up to the headboard. “I’m going to let go of your hands. You’re going to keep them right where they are so I don’t have to tie you down.”

“Yes.” He raised a brow and she shrank a little. “Yes, Alpha.” Grabbing a pillow with one hand, he raised her hips with the other to wedge it beneath her. Bending down, he pressed his mouth to hers. Not in any sort of tender, toe-curling kiss like she’d read about. But to silence her scream when he forced her to take everything short of his knot. Feyre didn’t dare try to bite him, though she wanted to desperately. 

God, she was never going to adjust to the girth of him inside of her. Thats when she noticed the pain had shifted, the sharpness fading when his hips stilled for a moment. Before, he was being dramatic while assessing her arousal, but now was another story. She was dripping around him, slick coating her thighs and the sheets beneath. She whimpered, mortified when she realized how close she was to coming—walking that tightrope of pain and pleasure, but Rhys only hummed again, reaching down to rub at her clit. A few sharp thrusts of his hips as he licked into her mouth and she fell over the edge. 

His kiss did turn softer then, his tongue pushing past her teeth once again to flick across her own as he worked her down from her high. She kissed him back. Shaky, clumsy, but he seemed pleased all the same. “There you are. I knew you could be taught your place. Little omega, all drippy for me. We’re going to remember this lesson, aren’t we, Feyre?” She nodded, swallowing hard when she felt his knot graze her sensitive clit.

“My perfect little cock sleeve.” She shivered, letting the word rattle around with the few snippets of thought she was capable of. She was a smart girl, but she was so full right now, still a little dazed from her orgasm. Thinking so much always ended up with her talking back. Having finally earned his praise, she didn’t want to think about why that word was supposed to bother her right now. 

“Look at you. Wet little girl. Gonna have to keep you nice and full if it gets you this sweet.” He groaned the next time he pushed into her. “Alright, sweetheart. You’re going to take my knot now.”

“I-I can’t.”

“Oh, pet. Take a breath. Just a little more, sweet girl. You were made to take my knot.” A catch, then a shock of pleasure. “Not so bad, hm?” His voice was strained, likely due to how she clenched around him on reflex. Finally, something that told her he was somewhat affected by all of this. “Good girl. Such a good girl.”

Once she’d taken his knot, it was easier to adjust to the constant in and out. To accept the slow swelling that would be locked into her body in a matter of seconds. With the constant friction of his thumb against her clit she knew that would be the final straw. Finally, his rhythm faltered, a hiss escaping his clenched teeth. 

“Fuck.”

She keened when he jerked forward, mind and body left in fragments as she surrendered to that second wave of pleasure, instinctively clenching down the second his knot locked behind her pubic bone. “Oh.”

“Fucking hell,” Rhys growled, spilling inside of her.

A man of few words, in this state at least. She would’ve laughed if she didn’t feel so untethered from reality. Surely once the swelling reduced, he would pull out. She’d be in her right mind again and could retreat to her little corner.

Something clicked together about halfway down the bed, but Feyre was exhausted between stressing over the doctor and what she and Rhys had done to be inquisitive at the moment. She’d only rest a minute. 

“Good girl,” he murmured. His purr  washed over her as quickly as the night before, settling her mind and body alike. “Just a pinch, love.”

She furrowed her brow. But by the time she could gather enough of her consciousness to comprehend what he was saying, the needle was in her thigh. She jerked away as best she could, bound as they were, but the empty syringe said enough about what kind of trouble she was in.

“You—No!”

“It’s already done, darling.” Shifting his hips slightly to test the swelling, Rhys finally pulled out of her. The bastard looked all too pleased with himself. “Go finish your nest, little one. On the floor or the bed, I don’t care. But you’ll regret going into your heat with it unfinished.”

“I hate you,” she hissed, barely able to see past the fresh tears welling in her eyes.

“I know, darling.” He buttoned his pants, smoothing out his suit before sitting on the edge of the bed and stroking her hair back from the damp skin of her face. She flinched away when he went as far as to try to kiss her brow. “Now do as you were told.”

~~~~~

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[queststhroughduality]

[dawn-the-rithmatist]

Glad we’re all having the same experience

[mandrathekandra]

Sigzil my dear boy what did he do to you

[ukgk]

here's a couple more extra plugins for SSP, I think these ones are pretty wellknown but still useful. you can check out links to other ones here

mailBox by Ambergon (instructions)

allows you to send mail to other users directly through your ghost, without needing to open your internet browser or email client separately.

also adds extra features to the mail function like a neat little menu and looks like it can also sync SSP with your google calendar reminders. normal email checking/notifications are still available by default without this plugin, to connect your email inbox to SSP check out this guide!

ghost explorer by tetradice

shell explorer by tetradice

it can quickly become overwhelming to sort through your installed ghosts if you have several installed without this plugin.

[magnusbae]

Brandon Sanderson || art: Wassily Kandinsky

[a-tehta]

SSP: Sparring

I have been back in the fandom for a few months now. Time to write smut again! (Note: I am lying. There is no smut in this chapter, just, er, romantic conversation. But Chapter Two is in beta, and coming in a day or two.)

Anyway, the fic describes the reunion of two re-embodied Balrog Slayers, which takes place on a ship heading back to Middle-earth.

A snippet:

“Another thing I remember,” Glorfindel said casually, “about being re-embodied, I mean, is that it took some time for my… physical needs… to return. Even my appetite–hence all those exotic foods. And, like I mentioned, a month passed before I started feeling restless and in need of exercise, the way I usually do. As for desire, well… feeling that again took the best part of a year.”

“Interesting,” said Ecthelion. His lips had tightened again. “That does not match my experience.”

Glorfindel gave him an encouraging smile. “Well, it has not been a year, yet.”

“No. But what I meant is that my bodily desires returned just four days after my rebirth, pretty much exactly when this ship departed.”

[libralita]

So, in Tress, Hoid has lost his senses to the point where he's running around in socks and sandals. In Yumi, he's a coatrack and Design lovingly painted him. Then in The Sunlit Man, Sigzil told him to fuck off and never apologized afterwards.

People in the cosmere really do get what they deserve.

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their programming is finnicky but i’m getting there i swear