#The Haven Wake

[catebees]

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[ohbluesky]

HII here’s a lil something for @thominho-week-2023!!! 

- Day 2: Road Trip

- Day 3: “I really thought I lost you”

[intertexts]

oh you wanna think about muse and trickster? yeah? it's been a while since I put a heartbreaking nhw post in your inbox <3 I know u love the prime dehumanization loss of bodily autonomy defenders. << im not even remotely trying to keep the acronym the same anymore. I've lost the plot. ANYWAY

briefly mentioned this before but because I loooove the aesthetic so much I think at least one important muse confrontation should happen in the tricksters city, specifically in the amusement park. make it like a fuckign scooby door episode everything is all abandoned and run down but as the wards are walking down a boardwalk or something all the lights flicker on and some distorted fuckign. carnival music starts playing and they find muse sitting in like. the rebar scaffolding or whatever in the ferris wheel. just like grinning chin in hands kicking his feet watching them. this image is so clear in my mind. some creep shit !!!! also its like when they first go to the spirit world to get tide back from.mal and end up in the amusement park. except ashe isn't with them this time

uhhhhhh also thinking about. downtime. when muse isn't out being destructive and causing chaos for funsies. like... does he have a bedroom????? does he eat does he sleep??? idfk !!!! I would assume he has to or else he'd fucking die but !!!! man the trickster is so far gone I don't think he even realizes his puppets are real people anymore. that's a fun little doll for him to play dressup with. literally never going 2 get the image of him braiding muses hair and like. putting makeup on him and dressing him in fancy little outfits out of my mind. making myself ILL. smile! good evening I'm gently placing the knife box in your in. << as I was going to type inbox I accidentally typed out inventory. yknow what I'm keeping it. knife box directly into your inventory. watch out they're RUSTY

GOD. THANKS FOR THE KNIFE BOX MAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! knife box directly in my inventory!!! u know what this means is that now i can use them :3 <- has been drawing wards stuff abt this for the past two hours ^_^

this is so fucking good though yeahhh.... i love creepy carnival shit so much. he trickster probably Knows it's very over the top and horror movie creepy and just a little absurd. he's so fucking fun 2 think abt since he's literally always doing shit simply because it is funny to him. we can swing a trickster justification for anything probably. i bet he fucking saw traps people!! anyway. ashe isn't with them this time. except..... well. he kind of is. :(

I HAVE ALSO BEEN THINKING ABT DOWNTIME. FREQUENTLY. i guess. the answer to this is he lives however the trickster&co does. the image of him coming back in his fancy intricate little outfits to some disgusting nasty bloody industrial warehouse where they're posted up & always being this very jarring contrast to the gore and violence is really good. the image of him having a perfect doll bedroom and going through a fancy little routine half the nights when the trickster is in a good mood or feeling it & just. getting thrown on the bed & the door locked to pass out for a couple hours whenever he forgets or is busy is also really good. literally anything we do to muse makes me feel some kind of way man. i also have had the extremely vivid image of the trickster braiding his hair & chatting about all kinds of horrific things excited sleepover style to muse who is just. Visibly Not There in my head for so long. not even like he has to touch him, he could be making him do all these things for himself! he's literally controlling him! he just does it for fun!!!

anyway i think post-muse ashe should get to freak out very badly in a multitude of ways whenever anybody touches his hair. like i think he's touch-adverse in general (& miserable about it because he's also so touchstarved & his brain simply whites out in distress anytime anyone touches him because. literally the only person doing that was the trickster!!!!) but i think specifically his hair being messed with is a bad trigger for him. makes him freeze up n go nonverbal for hours. dakota knows that he's jumpy about touch but he still wants to do something for him & before the everything he loved them playing with his hair (its so long!! wibby & dakota think its so pretty!! virion's the only one who knows how to braid it because of his mom!! ashe melts into a puddle over it every time because nobody's ever done that for him before!) so he goes to just run fingers through it & ashe just. fullbody locks up and goes weird and still and silent & doesn't protest or fight back when dakota shakes his shoulder or smth and his eyes are distant and sort of dark and empty like virion's were most of the time when they first met him... maybe he wants to cut it a little bit just because he hates that it's been covered in The Ooze and he can't do anything with it without thinking about how the trickster would do the same thing but also he hates the idea of getting rid of the one thing abt himself that he really likes & is a little connection with both of his parents because of the trickster also, when he's already taken so much from him. (it does have to get gross and tangled and matted because he refuses to put it back or do anything to it for a while though. maybe virion helps him sort it out & it's slow and painstaking and miserable for both of them and they both feel better at the end of it.)

[h20milk]

for me?

[honestlyvan]

It's vitally important for the dynamic they have that both Saga and Casey are convinced that they're the normal, by-the-book agent who is just looking after their brilliant but incredibly strange partner.

[k-nkypills]

Not enough people talk ab being used as a sex toy as in; more dominant based? IE I want them to become brainless as they fuck my cunt and I’m praising them for it, letting their brain turn off as I watch them fuck themselves on my strap or fingers. Watch as their eyes roll into their skull as they facefuck me, whining and moaning as their hips grind against me and they cum down my throat. I don’t even need or want to cum, just wanna pet their hair as they cum in me or cum on my strap. Let them breed me as many times as they want while being praised and appreciated. Maybe even at the same time, letting one breed my pussy while I suck the other off. I need more ppl talking ab this oh my god.

(Pleasure dom sex toy 10/10)

[astrobei]

for my maybe four (?) followers who read lokius: here you go

[nerevar-quote-and-star]

Esbern, as they make their way through the Karhspire caverns to Sky Haven Temple in "Alduin's Wall": How long are you gonna let her do that?

Leara Rose-blade: She’ll figure it out eventually.

Delphine: *pushing on a pull door*

[marzely]

I could not stop thinking about Solie with her parents ever since I started my replay of @shepherds-of-haven alpha demo. Solie is someone who honors her parents, through anyway possible her bow and arrow, her morality, and her happiness. When Halek tells Solie that he considers her family a First Family she can’t help but get a bit misty eyed (scaring Halek in the process) knowing how much that would have meant to them coming from the Sol.

[muxas-world]

I saw this on twiter but is true that pecco is so mitski code the perpetuan sadnes and Want more but nothing at the same time

[pirunika]

periodically dropping by Shepherds of Haven to see if there's more Blade carrying MC scenes

[ilkkawhat]

idk what just happened but for a split second while listening to the chapter end playing of follow you into the dark I was overcome with the nostalgia of the first time I played this game and the thrill of having a new horror game that actually gave me chills and dread; having already a weird connection to alan's voice that made him feel like home; wandering around cauldron lake for hours lost; getting jumpscared near witch's ladle (STILL gets me every goddamn time!); the comfort of the light, which felt so warm to the dark that i had been drowning (still drowning) in myself

[bossladytae]

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[moonhuit]

Requesting “show me where it hurts” for j7!

prompt from here! thank u anon <3

the captain had the misfortune of still being confined to the sick bay. sitting still and a janeway never mixed well together. chakotay would come by to report and engage in light banter with her–tuvok had brought her one of his calming incense (much to the doctor’s protest). in the dead hours of the ship, b’elanna would make little passing comments—sometimes attempting to prod a little too much inside kathryn’s brain, and then falling asleep after one of kathryn’s lengthy answers, leaving kathryn in company with her light snoring.

the most notable visitor had to be seven of nine–who visits at 0600, 1200, 1800, and 2100 hours respectively. the pattern is lost to kathryn, however, she intends to inquire about it. in a few seconds now that the clock is about to hit 0600 hours.

like clockwork, the sickbay doors slide open and reveal kathryn’s earliest visitor, seven of nine– with a cup of coffee in hand. kathryn attempts to crane her neck to get a glimpse of her visitor—only to wince as she’d once again forgotten about the state of her spine and the stiff neck she now had. these sickbay beds are not merciful to her body at all.

“seven, how kind of you. i didn’t know it was you who brought me coffee.” usually by the time kathryn is up, she supposes that if seven does not see her awake, the ex-borg decides to not disturb her slumber.

there were several reasons that the captain does not know why it was seven of nine who were in charge of bringing her coffee. the most significant was that the replicator (the senior officers are convinced) is biased towards the ex-borg. they had all tested it in the past two days, someone would ask for a cup of coffee for the captain and it would not be in its perfect condition. paris had been convinced that voyager was becoming sentient.

seven’s lips quirk up at kathryn’s inquiry. “well, as i visit you early, i thought it would be prudent to suggest myself for this duty.”

“just the perfect temperature too.” kathryn, with every glee she could muster, takes the cup into her hands and as per her ritual, takes a breath of the aroma of the coffee first before taking a sip. as it turns out, it was too much glee as her stiff neck acts up when she’d shrugged her upper body and visibly winces in front of seven of nine.

“captain?”

she waves her off, putting the coffee down by the makeshift bedside table.

“only a stiff neck, seven. nothing that’ll terminate me.”

it does little to assuage seven’s worry, on the contrary, she seemed to be more persistent to do something about the problem that kathryn was experiencing.

“show me,” once the pain has subsided, kathryn finds herself making direct eye contact with the ex-borg—now hovering over her with those bright blue eyes.

“seven, it’s a stiff neck—”

“you are confined to the sickbay because your spine is still not well enough for you to report to duty, captain. tell me where it is stiff, so that i may fix it—please.”

kathryn had always thought an angry seven of nine was the bane of her existence—someone should remind her about today with the development of having seen an endearing seven of nine. she even said please, and when has kathryn ever been able to refuse her anything within her capacity?

she promptly opens her mouth–however, seven was not done yet.

“it is the least i could do to alleviate your discomfort.” the ex- borg’s gaze takes another focus, the cup of coffee on the bedside table or perhaps the computer beside it. kathryn should chalk it up to her delirious state but if her eyes were not fooling her she would swear that seven of nine is flustered–and for the lack of better words, feeling helpless towards her predicament.

kathryn beckons seven to come closer if it were possible, so she could reach and reassure her with a gentle caress. “seven, your company is enough to comfort me.”

“but my company won’t be enough to get rid of your stiff neck.”

leave it to seven of nine’s persistence, kathryn thinks before chuckling. who was she to refuse blessings anyway?

seven moves behind the bed. “here.” kathryn takes the other hand, with the cybernetic implants—feeling apprehensive as to how much it’ll do against her muscle problem. after much consideration, she places them on the nape of her neck. “and here.”

it would have been a tender moment—kathryn’s little stiff neck problem had gone away and seven was no longer breathing down her neck for refusing her care and concern. that was until in the middle of their light banter, the ship’s chief engineer coughed to make her presence known, eyes twinkling in an admission that she’d seen the entire exchange unfold. of course, seven considers this the best time to take her leave, remarking something about her overstaying and saying she’ll be back at 1200 hours.

“interesting, i did not know the sickbay had masseuse benefits and a cup of coffee delivered.”

“where is a binary pulsar when i need it?” kathryn remarks, rolling her eyes as her chief engineer keeps cackling to herself.

“it’s no harm, captain. im just saying, tom is not even doing any of those and we’re together.”

damned b’elanna and her klingon wits.

[deepestsleep-streams]

ALAN WAKE 2 THE SEQUEL TO ALAN WAKE

[k-nkypills]

My libido hitting as soon as I wake up is torture. Instantly I can feel myself leaking down my thighs and my TDick sending waves of pleasure every time I roll my hips against my hand or move. I rlly wish they were here so they could slide inside instead of this stupid piece of plastic that I’ve been using for the past 20 minutes :(( without something inside I ache, I wanna be filled so so bad :(((