#THIS IS A GIFT IT COMES WITH A PRICE

[silverhalla]

one thing about a grey warden playlist is that I WILL be putting rabbit heart (raise it up) by florence + the machine on em every single time

[d-emeter]

Secret Santa on base (but the entire 141 is desperate to pull you) — plus-size!fem!reader x task force 141

CW: christmas (?), the boys being a little bit creepy but they're just in love leave them be, allusions to sexual activity

So this somehow ended up from Laswell's pov for the most part lol but it switches to reader for the end! Also happy holidays to everyone that celebrates! <3

When Laswell had brought up the idea of doing a secret santa on base — well, it had been her wife who said they needed some more holiday cheer, and who was she to deny that? — she had not expected it to become something akin to a battlefield. Maybe she should have known better, the soldiers surrounding her were competitive by nature. Winning was always the main goal.

But this time, there was no enemy to defeat, no intel to gain, no hostage to save. No, this time, you were the objective. Laswell was not stupid, in fact, it was her job to be observant, to figure out that which others could not. And to her, Task Force 141 was an open fucking book.

It was in the way Price would leave his hand on your shoulder after offering you an encouraging pat, and how that hand would move lower down your arm or back while he talked to you. It was in the way Ghost would always prepare an extra cup of tea to bring to early morning briefings, trying to subtly push it your way while you were rubbing at your eyes. It was in the way Gaz would lean over you when you asked him to come look at something on your laptop, arms on either side of you and practically caging you in. It was in the way Soap would always find a way to touch you, without fail, calling you 'bonnie' or 'love' in that obnoxious Scottish accent as he threw an arm over your shoulders. It was especially in the way the other three would scowl at whoever had your attention for the moment. It was clear as fucking day — they all wanted you.

Laswell knew this and, in hindsight, should have taken that into account when organizing the gift exchange. This realization came when Price knocked on her door just after the announcement had made the rounds. He had inquired if she was going to be the one to select the secret santa's, and if he could maybe take a look with her — just to make sure they weren't pairing up people that disliked eachother and causing issues, he explained. When she told him no, some random online generator would do just fine, Kate got her confirmation that he was lying about his motives — she'd never seen the captain look that disappointed.

After the secret santa's had been given out, she realized that maybe it was time to do some damage control. She had walked into the rec room to find Gaz grilling everyone in there on who they pulled, seeming more agitated each time they did not answer with what he wanted to hear. A few hours later, he had apparently found the one he was looking for, as Laswell overheard someone talking about how Sergeant Mactavish had offered the person in question nearly 100 bucks to switch. Then the report came in about Lieutenant Riley threatening that very same person, and Laswell had had enough.

REMINDER: SECRET SANTAS ARE FINAL AND CANNOT BE EXCHANGED.

She pretended not to hear the huffing from Price as he read the email she had sent around.

Kate had hoped the situation had been subdued with that, yet still couldn't shake the weird feeling in her underbelly when the base christmas party came around. Everything seemed fine, at first; there stood a sadly decorated plastic tree in the corner, lights were strung up around the room and the secret santa table was overflowing with badly wrapped gifts. Everything would be fine, right?

—

Wrong.

You had been excited about the gift exchange. It was a fun way to interact with some of your coworkers that you hadn't done so with yet, and you had always liked giving out presents. You tried not to beam too bright when Kate unwrapped the gift you had got her, and got up excitedly when your name was called. It was nothing special, really; a cute mug with a bar of chocolate inside, courtesy of some random private you had never really had the chance to talk to. You were grateful nonetheless.

But then your name was called again. And again. And again. The flush of embarrassment grew with each one. By the end of the night, you had five gifts in total, somehow. The second gift was a bottle of perfume, and you had to stifle a gasp as you saw the brand — it had to have been close to three figures in price. You tentatively spray some on your wrist, and- Hadn't you smelled something similar on Gaz when he greeted you earlier?

The third gift was a basket filled with goodies; all your favourite sweets and snacks, a pair of fuzzy socks, a book you had had on your wishlist for a while, and, wait, was that..? You're so preoccupied with using the socks to hide the box of XXL condoms that you don't notice how Ghost's fingers move to adjust himself in his pants.

You start to feel really flustered when your fourth gift is handed to you, trying not to flounder under all the stares you're getting. The box looks expensive, and reveals a gorgeous pearl necklace when you open it — God, that must've been at least triple the given budget. You have to hide the added note from view when you read it: 'Just a placeholder until I can give you a pearl necklace of my own -S'.

You don't even open the fifth gift, choosing instead to quickly accept it and ushering the announcer into calling the next name. You feel a little faint when you actually open it once you're in the privacy of your room — it's a fucking vibrator. The little instruction manual says something about it being remote controlled — so where is the controller?

[auspicioustidings]

Kyle does a very fun form of gaslighting (gazlighting if you will) wherein he won't do things without getting something in return. Like sure it's cute and fun the first time you ask him if he wouldn't mind driving you to work and he picks you up early so he can take payment in the carpark with his cock down your throat because it's just new relationship flirting and horniness right?

Wrong. You are a year in and some unholy bastard child of a tradwife and a free use sex slave. Anytime you need help with anything from dishes to getting the oil changed in the car to even having medicine picked up when you are ill you need to pay for it and he sets the price. But he's been doing it from the very start, boiling you slowly in the pot as it were, so you'd never realise how fucked up your relationship and the power dymanic in it is. And payment applies to everything, even if you never asked him to do the task in the first place, so at anytime he might bend you over, shove a wine bottle inside you and take a photo because wasn't it nice of him to buy you a bottle of wine and don't you think he deserves to get a little photo for it?

[fictionadventurer]

August: Day 8

Adventures

Went to a thrift store and the library's used bookshop.

Bought a copy of Around the World in 80 Days that looks more readable than my current copy (so long as it's not an abridged children's edition). May make a new cover for it.

Bought a book about the basics of astronomy. If I'm going to write about an astronomer, I need to know a tiny bit, and this looks like it's written for idiots with short attention spans, so it'll be great for me.

Bought the coolest pop-up book I've ever seen. For a quarter. I'll have to show you guys pictures.

Treated myself to Youtube videos about Victorian literature. Indulged in a few Gutenberg downloads. Read the first chapter of Lady Audley's Secret and this may derail all my reading plans until I finish.

Accomplishments

Read a few chapters of Heretics. Am now halfway done.

Tire. Twice.

Signed up for a CPR refresher course

[mykelneedssleep]

No one in my life is as excited about this as I am so internet please be excited with me because this morning I managed to get tickets to see Hadestown in the West End during the month the original Broadway cast is back together!

[blametheeditor]

Voretober Day 31 | ...Believe

Voretober Prompt List

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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. 

[trashasaurusrex]

sims 4 let out a banger expansion. they can't keep doing this to me

the holidays are coming and i need food!!! i can't keep doing this with you!!!!

gdi!!!!

[kyoupann]

I've said it before and I'll say it again: I have never given a single fuck about anime figurines but oh have those little nendoroid levi and erwin bitches consumed my brain. They are so stinking cute I don't even mind the price that much lmao.

[cedar-scars]

crazy ass day

got sick and then got a haircut and coffee

coffee from the local downtown shop 😎😎😎 fuck Starbucks

ate soup expired by a whole fucking year

now I need to go play dragon adventures sum more or go play LT:R the superior warrior cats roblox game

lowkey highkey a wcue hater after finding out about their shitty team and LITERALLY WATCHING (ARRGGGHHH THIS MAKES ME SO MAD) RR DUDE LISTEN

they freaking made LT:R rebrand because the game was good enough to compete with WCUE 🥲🥲

not attacking anybody,,, just really fucking bitter 🥰

the group chat is bustling with news about the election and book bans (RIP Percy Jackson)

normalish day

I hate living in the USA

uhhhhh like and subscribe 😎😎😎‼️‼️ smash that like button and obliterate that subscribe button 📈📈📈📈 (coping)

[1o1percentmilk]

Commission for a close friend \(•u•\)

[uniquezombiedestiny]

I look around, but I can't find you (raise it up) If only I could see your face (raise it up) Instead of rushing towards the skyline (raise it up) I wish that I could just be brave

(artfight attack for @simikae again <3 ft. archer!)

[violetspark14]

do you take requests? if so could you draw some elder price angst with elder Cunningham comforting him?

oh anon you have No idea how badly i wanted to draw this

[riothegreenwitch]

You may not believe it but this is the same character

[ripplefields]

lalalala

[ghostwoohoo]

i’m like 4 patches behind, does anyone know if cc video game consoles were affected by the bgc console patch?

[lazer-screwdriver]

Going so insane thinking about Liz and Jack’s difference of opinion on immortality.