#ag fractal

[ardienothesieno]

massive doodle dump

+ egg

suppose this is probably a good chance to plug my toyhouse? I have a toyhouse now: https://toyhou.se/ArdienotheSieno

[mistborn-bastard]

she molten on my shaman til I

[mathysphere]

Checkit out! An ornament for the mathematically-minded: a Koch Snowflake, fourth iteration. It's one of the most famous fractals, and a personal favorite aesthetically, too.

Fun fact: as the number of iterations goes up toward infinity, the perimeter of the snowflake does, too, but the area doesn't-- a snowflake with infinite iterations would have an infinite perimeter, but its area would be 160% of the area of the original starting triangle.

This one's up in Xstitch Magazine's Christmas issue now! Photo is by Stacy Grant, who works for the magazine, and you can get 20% off with the code 'Issue24Star' :)

[ai-arts-gallery]

Sureal world of fractals

[ecosensual]

Sacred geometry of the sunflower 🌻

[waywardsalt]

For Linebeck 👀

2. Favorite canon thing about this character?

12. What's a headcanon you have for this character

For Ganondorf

7. What's something the fandom does when it comes to this character that you like

25. What was your first impression of this character? How about now?

Linebeck:

2. Favorite canon thing about this character?

oooooh how do i pick… i love pretty much all canon information (within phantom hourglass) about him… i think for the past few months my favorite canon thing has to be his whole role in the final boss. phantom hourglass’ final boss makes me want to eat drywall (pos) and i’m obsessed with how linebeck plays into it and how it could be read as a further extension of his arc or a forced regression or… it’s just a really, really cool thing he’s involved in, and nothing else like it really happens in the rest of the series, and it’s like… hell yeah man go be the only non-villain character to be the final boss of a zelda game. at a certain point it stops being me purely enjoying canon and then starts being me having fun with piecing together anything that could even slightly stick and following every branching idea that starts with linebeck ending up as the final boss, and it’s all very fun.

12. What's a headcanon you have for this character

hmmmmm... as something i don't think i've clearly shared here, i think he really, really likes snakes. not to the degree at which he likes cats, but he loves all kinds of snakes. he knows about snakes and does research about snakes and picks up snakes out in the wild without first explaining that 1) he saw a snake and 2) it’s not venomous. linebeck’s a snake guy as well as a cat guy.

Ganondorf:

7. What's something the fandom does when it comes to this character that you like

i suppose i really enjoy seeing people just… talk about him? about his motives and history, what they like about him, i like it when the fandom treats him as more than a one-dimensional villain, it’s not much but he’s honestly not a character i’m tooo invested in, so i just like seeing what the people who really like him do with him. i like when people make him a little silly, it feels like it’s done best with the person doing it really loves ganondorf.

25. What was your first impression of this character? How about now?

i honestly can’t quite remember what my first impression of ganondorf was; i started with the original legend of zelda, and a link between worlds was the first one i finished, so i was familiar with beast ganon before ganondorf, and likely saw ganondorf for the first time either in some youtube video or in a smash bros game. so i think my first impression was a sort of… oh neat he exists. no real strong feelings, played ocarina of time and og hyrule warriors and figured he was just neat. now, since i’ve been seeing more of what people who really like him have to say and generally engaging with him more as a character, he’s easily one of the most interesting loz characters and one i really want to learn to write in some way, since only recently i’ve really written him in earnest (as opposed to an incidental character or something).

Questions

[mysticalblizzardcolor]

Listen to: Surfing a Fractal Wave by John Martini

Surfing a Fractal Wave ~from Ambient Cosmic Garden ~by John Martini 

[inthewindtunnel]

Fractal Age

Faded Blossom

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[zerun0]

"Entropy’s Embrace" — Viktor x Y/N (Gender-Neutral)

English is not my first language. Feel free to comment on any of my mistakes and i will update the post, also I more than happy to receive suggestions, and advice on how to improve my work.

— ! WARNING NSFW(+18): ! — Sexual themes, Smut, Sex, Making out, Teasing, Biting, Fantasy sex.

— Word count: — 2.4k (Full uncut version on AO3) — SPOILERS FOR EPISODE 6 ACT 2 OF ARCANE —

By arcanegifs The world around Y/N was a symphony of shifting light and shadow, an endless expanse where the rules of reality seemed suspended. They hovered weightlessly, surrounded by the intricate fractals of the Hexcore's astral plane. Vibrant purples, yellows and blues pulsed rhythmically, like a heartbeat, as if this place was alive.

Viktor stood nearby, his lean frame bathed in the eerie glow of the Hexcore’s energy. His golden eyes reflected its kaleidoscopic light, and for the first time in ages, they were free of exhaustion, unburdened by the weight of his physical ailment.

“It’s… incredible,” — Y/N whispered, turning to face him, their voice reverent. The glow bathed both of them, rendering every curve and line of their forms more vivid, more real.

Viktor nodded, his lips parting to speak but faltering. His gaze lingered on Y/N longer than it should have, and in this place, where time seemed irrelevant, the moment stretched. He reached out, his fingers trembling slightly, brushing against theirs.

“I didn’t think we…we would see this together,” — he said, voice low and velvety. — “I feared I would be gone before… before anything meaningful.”

Y/N’s chest tightened. There was a vulnerability in his words that Viktor rarely let surface. They moved closer, their hands entwining fully now, grounding themselves in this surreal place. The Hexcore's hum grew quieter, as though it understood it was no longer the center of attention.

“You’ve always been meaningful, Viktor,” — Y/N replied, their voice steady but charged with emotion. — “I see you! I always have.”

His breath hitched, the tension between them electric. Here, in this untethered realm, his barriers seemed to dissolve. No longer the brilliant but withdrawn scientist; he was just Viktor… a man yearning for a connection.

Without thinking, Y/N cupped his face. His skin was warm, a stark contrast to the cold, biomechanical realm around them. Viktor leaned into the touch, his sharp features softening as his eyes closed. When they opened again, they burned with a quiet intensity.

“M-May I?” — He murmured, his voice a rasp.

Y/N’s answer was to close the remaining distance between them, their lips meeting in a slow, exploratory kiss. The Hexcore pulsed brighter around them, as if reacting to the surge of emotions. Viktor’s lips were hesitant at first, but as Y/N’s hands slid to the corner of his neck, tangling in his hair, he deepened the kiss.

The kiss grew fervent, their bodies pressing together as if the astral plane could collapse at any moment and they needed to hold on. Viktor’s hands found Y/N’s waist, sliding up their back, and they felt the strength of his grip despite its gentleness. He groaned softly against their lips.

In this place, their usual constraints, the fragility of Viktor’s health, the weight of their responsibilities, melted away. They were free to touch, to explore, to give in to the magnetic pull between them.

Viktor pulled back just enough to rest his forehead against theirs, his breathing ragged. His hands trembled as they traced the curve of Y/N’s jaw, as if memorizing every detail. — “I don’t deserve this,” he murmured.

Y/N silenced him with another kiss, this one more insistent. — “You deserve everything.”

Their lips met again, hungrier now. Y/N’s fingers slid down to the hem of Viktor’s neck. His hands mirrored theirs, exploring the contours of their body with a reverence that made Y/N’s heart ache. The touch of his fingers sent fire trailing across their skin.

The Hexcore’s light wrapped around them, illuminating every touch, every stolen breath. Their movements synchronized as if guided by the same rhythm.

The astral plane seemed to echo their passion, its light pulsing in time with their quickened breaths. The weightlessness of the realm gave a dreamlike quality to every movement as their hands explored each other with growing fervor. His skin was warm beneath their fingertips, the soft glow of the realm making every detail of him radiant.

Viktor exhaled sharply as Y/N’s lips moved to his collarbone, then lower, leaving a trail of heated kisses along the planes of his chest. His fingers tightened on their waist, pulling them closer.

Y/N looked up at him, their lips curving into a soft smile.

The light around them shifted, becoming softer, more intimate, as if the Hexcore itself was granting them … privacy

Viktor’s touch was reverent, his hands and lips painting a portrait of devotion across Y/N’s body. He moved with deliberate care, as though every kiss, every caress, was a promise… of love, of passion, of a future they had only dared to imagine.

In this timeless space, there was no rush, no outside world to intrude.

Viktor eased them down onto the soft, endless surface of the plane, his body following theirs in a fluid motion. His weight settled over them, grounding them in this surreal space as his lips continued their journey downward. He kissed a trail along their collarbone, pausing to worship the delicate rise and fall of their chest. His hands caressed their sides, his touch leaving a blazing heat in its wake.

Every movement of his was purposeful, a mix of care and longing as though he wanted to savor every moment. When his lips brushed the sensitive skin just below their ribs, Y/N arched into him, their breath coming in short gasps. Their fingers tangled in his hair, urging him on, and Viktor responded with a soft, low sound of approval that vibrated against their skin.

He pressed a lingering kiss to the sensitive dip of their hip, his hands smoothing over their thighs with deliberate slowness. His touch was light, almost teasing, as if memorizing the softness of their skin. Y/N trembled beneath his ministrations, their chest rising and falling with uneven breaths, each exhale carrying his name.

His lips pressed to the inside of their thigh, the gentle scrape of his stubble sending a shiver up their spine.

His hands spread their thighs gently, his touch firm yet tender, as though they were something precious. His lips continued their exploration, his kisses trailing lower with an exquisite slowness that had Y/N gasping in anticipation.

Viktor took his time, his every action laced with devotion, his lips and tongue exploring them with a precision that spoke to his brilliant mind and an emotional depth. He moved as if guided by instinct, his focus entirely on them, attuned to every sound, every tremor, every whispered plea.

Y/N’s head fell back, their eyes fluttering closed as their body responded to his attentions, the sensations cresting higher and higher. They couldn’t stop the soft moans that escaped, their hands gripping his shoulders, their legs trembling as the tension built within them. Viktor’s name spilled from their lips again and again, a mantra of pleasure.

When Y/N finally broke, their release crashing over them like a wave, the light of the Hexcore pulsed brightly, the realm seeming to echo their cries of ecstasy. Viktor didn’t stop, his movements slowing only as he carried them through the waves of pleasure, his hands caressing their trembling thighs in a grounding touch.

As Y/N’s breathing steadied, Viktor pressed one final, reverent kiss to their inner thigh before moving back up to meet their gaze. His golden eyes were filled with an unguarded tenderness, his lips glistening, his hair tousled from their touch. He leaned down to kiss them, the gesture slow and intimate, a silent sharing of the connection they had just created.

Y/N let out a shaky exhale, their chest heaving as they looked at him with wide eyes. — “Viktor…"

He moved upward, his lithe body pressing against theirs as his hands framed their face. The touch was gentle, his thumbs brushing over their cheeks as though committing the moment to memory. — “I need to see you,” — he whispered, his voice trembling with emotion. — “All of you. I need to feel you… completely.”

The weight of his words sent a shiver through Y/N, and they reached up to tangle their fingers in his hair, pulling him down into a kiss. Viktor groaned softly against their mouth, his body pressing flush against theirs as his hands roamed their sides, their back, pulling them together.

Viktor's hand slipped between them, his touch gentle as he prepared them for what was to come, his fingers skilled yet reverent, eliciting soft gasps and moans from Y/N.

When he finally joined with them, the connection was slow and deliberate, his body melding with theirs in a way that felt as if the universe itself had aligned for this moment. Both of them gasped, the intensity of the sensation overwhelming, their bodies perfectly attuned to one another. Viktor’s hands gripped their hips, steadying them as he pressed deeper, his forehead still resting against theirs as his golden eyes held theirs captive.

“Y-You’re incredible,” — he murmured in a thick accent, his voice rough with emotion. — “You… you make me feel alive.”

Y/N smiled, their hands sliding down to rest on his back, holding him close — 'You are alive" — They reminded him as their bodies began to move together. Each motion was a dance of passion and connection, every touch, every kiss amplifying the bond between them.

Viktor’s breath hitched as their hips met, his fingers gripping their waist with a strength that surprised even him. The slick, intoxicating friction of their bodies made his restraint falter, a low groan escaping his lips as he began to move, each thrust deeper than the last. The weight of his body against theirs, the heat of him inside them, sent shivers through Y/N, their nails digging into his back as they arched into him, wordless sounds of pleasure spilling from their lips.

“Y/N…ah” — he gasped, their name breaking from his throat like a plea, his voice thick with need. His mouth found their neck, teeth grazing their skin before soothing the faint sting with his tongue.

Their legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer, deeper, until there was no space left between them. Viktor’s movements became more desperate, the precision he was so known for giving way to raw passion. His hands slid down to grip the curve of their thighs, spreading them wider to take him fully.

Y/N whimpered, their fingers threading through his hair, tugging as their own pleasure mounted. “Viktor… please, don’t stop,” they begged, their voice breathless, trembling with the intensity of what they were sharing.

“I couldn’t… even if I tried,” he whispered hoarsely, his lips capturing theirs in a kiss that was as much hunger as it was love.

The Hexcore’s light grew brighter, its pulse quickening in tandem with their movements. The golden glow reflected the sweat glistening on Viktor’s skin, highlighting the tension in his muscles as he moved above them. Every thrust was a perfect blend of power and devotion, driving Y/N closer and closer to the brink.

“Viktor, I’m-” Y/N gasped, their words cutting off in a cry as their body tensed, pleasure crashing over them. Their release hit with an intensity that left them trembling, their cries echoing in the infinite expanse of the astral plane.

“M-Me.. Me ..ah.. too" — Viktor followed them moments later, his rhythm faltering as he thrust into them one last time, his body shuddering as he spilled inside them. A broken moan escaped his lips, his arms tightening around Y/N as he buried his face in the crook of their neck, their names a reverent whisper on his lips.

For a long moment, neither of them moved, their bodies still entwined, their breathing heavy. The light of the astral plane dimmed, its glow soft and warm, wrapping around them like an embrace. Viktor’s fingers traced lazy circles on their skin.

But as the golden light faded, the astral plane’s infinite warmth gave way to a cooler sensation. Y/N blinked, their eyes fluttering open to find themselves lying on a soft bed made out of scraps and some old cloth. Their body warm but covered by a light blanket. Above them, the faint glimmer of bioluminescent flowers cast a dreamy, azure glow, illuminating the sprawling garden around them.

Viktor was beside them, his chest rising and falling in steady rhythm as he slept. His features were softened in the pale light, the sharp edges of his jaw and cheekbones bathed in a gentle, otherworldly hue.

Y/N sat up slowly, the events of the astral plane vivid in their mind. The memory of his touch, the light that pulsed around them, and the raw intimacy they had shared felt as real as the dew-kissed grass beneath their fingertips. They glanced around, taking in the details of the garden. Carefully cultivated biomechanical flora, the faint glow of Hextech crystals embedded in the stone pathways, and the distant hum of Zaun’s machinery muted by the sanctuary’s beauty.

This place was Viktor’s creation, his haven. It was a stark contrast to the harsh, industrial world outside, filled instead with life and light, his vision for a better future taking root.

As if sensing their movement, Viktor stirred. His kaleidoscopic eyes fluttered open, still heavy with sleep but bright with recognition as they locked onto Y/N. A soft smile tugged at his lips, and his voice, husky with rest, broke the silence. — “You’re awake…”

Y/N leaned over him, brushing a strand of hair from his forehead. “We’re awake,” they whispered, their voice full of wonder. “This…That… Was so dreamy, this place too… so surreal.”

His gaze softened, his hand coming up to rest gently on theirs. “And it is… just the beginning,” he said quietly, his voice carrying a hint of reverence. “This is a place of growth, for change. For us… For the people of Zaun… For all who seek refuge.”

Y/N’s heart swelled at his words, the weight of everything he had created settling over them. “It a beautiful cause, Viktor"

He smiled faintly, his hand tightening around theirs. “You give me the strength to dream, Y/N. To hope for more.” His voice grew quieter, the vulnerability in it palpable.

The garden hummed softly around them, a symphony of life that seemed to mirror their connection. As they lay back together on the makeshift bed, the future stretching before them like an unmarked path, the faint glow of the Hexcore crystals above flickered, their light steady and full of promise.

— Thank you for reading. Shoutout for zaunitearchives, i never believed that "Celestial backshots" would inspire me to write this.

[milksuu]

pairing: 𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞!𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐧 𝐱 𝐟!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

tw: mild suggestive themes, minor injury, age gap (in the mythical sense)

notes: don't know why but i wanted to try something original? if i make a part 2, def. will be nsfw. (oh and, i know sirens are usually part bird rather than fish, but we're going with the fish lol.)

Yandere!Siren who lures you by ethereal hymn from the safety of the beach sand, smirking when all those pretty little sea shells drop to your feet once you hear his voice. your hands reach for him, and his scales glitter in the dusk light as they take yours---so cold yet inviting. the biting waters tickling your skin with goosebumps. your enchanted giggles a beautiful song before a feast.

Yandere!Siren who guides your spellbound body below the shimmering waves, into a blue stasis where only you and him exist. he takes your cheeks, warm against the ice of his hands, bringing his mouth to yours with every intent to feast on your body. your lashes curl closed, and bubbles rest like pearls against your lashes, completely at bliss listening to his death song.

Yandere!Siren who stops before he grazes the heat of your lips. behind the drowning fractals of sunlight weaving through his eyes, an overlapping memory crashes against him. this wasn't the first time he's met you; you were a mere child then, and had found him during one of your silly human adventures. you'd freed him from an entrapment of netting and barb. but dared to insult him by calling him a 'pretty lobster', all while waving him off with a wooden-toy sword—a promised threat, no doubt. if it weren't for the fact you had saved him from poachers, he would've eaten you just for comparing him to those lower-living crusted things.

Yandere!Siren who curses and clicks at himself, for having even a shred of reluctance to devour your kind. he reasons a life for a life is a fair debt to pay, regardless of vitriol, and would pay it by sparing yours. he floats your listless body to the surface, and weaves you through the lapping waves back to shore.

Yandere!Siren who hesitates to dive back into the waters. not able to discern the rise and falls of your chest. he wonders if he'd held you beneath for far too long. long enough for sea water to be kept prisoner in your lungs. he drags himself to your side on the sand, hovering intimately above you. he presses his long fingers into your chest, finding your heart beat; soft but present. and although shallow, he observes the rise and fall of your chest. he wouldn't dare acknowledge the small sigh of relief in his throat.

Yandere!Siren who's gaze then roams your sun kissed skin and nipples melting through your soaked linen dress. but doesn't know why heat flushes through his tail, his heart throb at his fingertips, and scales shimmer a dusty pink. the drops falling from his hair pitter-patter on your lips, stirring you awake. he inhales sharply when you share a glance. your face and lips gilded by the afternoon glow.

"Pretty lobster..." you whisper dreamily, eyes still swimming on the lingering notes of his melody.

Yandere!Siren who half-flustered and half-scorned, wants to surrender to the reflex of plunging his sharp teeth into the suppleness of your throat. to mark you for this moment of not only sparing your life, but then having the gall to insult him—again. before he can commit to the idea, he hears the clanking of metal and footfalls of sentrymen descending the beach cliffs.

"Princess!" The soldier's call out. "Princess please, by orders of the King, return at once."

Yandere!Siren who hisses and nips at your hand in compromise to his deadlier wishes for you. He then thrusts himself back into the frigid waters, swimming a safe distance away from shore. when he deems himself veiled behind a jagged rock, he leans to watch, damning himself for certain curiosities. he watches with narrowed lashes as the guards help you to your feet. some patting the sand from your dress, one draping a shawl over your drenched form, and another bandaging your bitten hand.

Yandere!Siren who stiffens when you turn a head over your shoulder, and just like before, wave at him with a smile. that indignant human grin of yours, possibly cursing him with joy. he simmers at the thought, his face warm again, and slowly sinks himself below the surface tension. and to his own annoyance, wondering when you would come to bother him again.

[mourning-again-in-america]

you cannot understand DNS in a way that matters

Every time I have to do something related to computer networking I am reminded that I know nothing

[gone-fish-mode]

hello beasties! apologies for the mass tag- but I thought it would be the best way to get the attention of everyone who showed interest in a nonhuman news letter!

Currently, I am opening up applications to help me out with the newsletter and email updates + subscriptions! You can do both, you can only do one, it doesn't matter.

The newsletter is not ready to open submissions and the website isn't done yet, but the ball is approaching the edge of the hill and, god willing, is about to start rolling.

there are no real requirements to be apart of the staff, I just ask that you are a) nonhuman, b) 16 or older, and c) able to use discord.

If you really wanna help, but don't want to use discord, just send me a dm or comment and we can find a way for you to be apart of this without the discord.

All the information you need should be in the google forms. I'll go in tonight and start adding folks to everything.

If you have questions, comment!!! dm me!! I know the forms say email, but honestly we're not to the point where email is preferable.

There is no age restriction on the updates or subscription list!

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[kabr0ztrousers]

Kabr0z Writes Episode 14: Artistic Intent

Find the rest of the anthology here!

CWs: exhibition; semi-public sex; very light femdom; knotting and creampie;

Author's Note: Super short one today, work's been a real fuck 

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A newspaper ad. How many places actually advertise in newspapers any more? "Woman wanted to pose for painting class, starts 7pm Tuesday evening until 10pm, £50"

Not like you're doing anything else that evening, and £50 is £50, so you rang the number and gave your name.

Tuesday night. Quarter to 7 in the evening. You found the room in the community centre and let yourself in. A tall white lupine was setting up easels, carrying two under each rippling arm. He half-looked at you "Good, you've arrived. You can strip behind that curtain then sit on the chair. Any pose will do, but make sure it's comfortable. You'll be sat like that for the full three hours"

Five minutes later, you'd settled on a pose, sat languidly over the chair, one arm over the back, the other on your leg. You could feel a draft in the room, bringing your skin up in goosebumps and hardening your nipples. You could see the lupine staring when he thought you wouldn't notice. That's fine. You're here to be looked at.

The students filed in, a mixed bag of sexes, ages, species, they set up canvases and prepared palettes as the white wolf spoke 

"We're studying anatomy today. Look at the subject, reduce the forms to shapes. Note the angles of the joints, how her limbs hang, the shading on her skin." You could almost hear his mouth watering as he continued "Pay attention to her hips, her waist, the roundness of the breasts, the arch of the neck, how her hair falls across her shoulders"

He wasn't hiding his stare now. Almost slavering as he looked up at you. Sitting here, exposed with a dozen pairs of eyes on you, you could feel yourself getting worked up. He could probably smell it.

The hours passed painfully slowly. Every so often the lupine would opine on some detail of your position or your body, drawing the painters attention to your ass, your belly, never missing a chance to draw attention to your tits. You couldn't help but get wet hearing him describe every inch of you.

The session ended, the students filing out and leaving their work to dry on the easels. 

"Take a look, see what they've come out with" The lupine gave you a hand and supported you as you put weight back on your stiff limbs. You could feel his muscles under the fur, strong and wiry. He could probably throw you around like a ragdoll if he wanted to.

You perused the work, some had focused in on your posture, ignoring your face, some had completely missed the mark, your body looking gangly or distorted, one had rendered you entirely in a web of triangles, a baffling web of fractal lines. 

The lupine had his hand on your waist. You could feel hot, heavy breaths on your still-naked body.

You turned on him. Stepped forward. The floor looked hard, and cold. You didn't care. He was warm, and soft. You sat him down and planted yourself on top of him. "You've been imagining this all night" barely whispering into his ear

"I had expected to buy you dinner first" he growled with arousal, already hard underneath you

Your hands were already busy underneath you, unfastening his trousers as he tugged them off beneath you. His cock sprung free in front of you, reaching almost up to your belly button and already leaking canine precum, glittering droplets rolling down the shaft. 

You pushed him down, his hands still on your waist as he lay on his back, cock poised under you. Guided by his hands, you pushed the tip inside. You rolled your hips, keeping only the first couple of inches in you. His mouth hung open as he screwed his eyes shut at your teasing. Ever so slowly you took him deeper, inch by inch. Pulling out a little, dipping down a little. Every time your pussy rubbed against the end of his cock, you could see him getting a little closer, and you'd stop a moment. He had his fun while you were on that seat, you can have yours now. 

Minute by minute you teased and edged him, the sound of his ragged breathing making you hotter and wetter as you went. You took the last inch. Only his knot left now, and he'd have to earn that. You started riding him, leaning back so the end of his cock rubbed your upper wall, pushing against your g-spot both ways, making your orgasm well up ever more inside you. You could feel it filling you, his hand left your waist and set to work on your clit, a thumb frantically rubbing your eager nub, driving you wilder and wilder with every stroke. 

Release. Your hips bucked as you cried out in pleasure. The lupine didn't waste any time, driving you down onto him again. You let your weight drop, pushing the knot inside and riding him harder, trying to prolong your orgasm as you felt him start to spurt and he groaned out his satisfaction. You kept on working your hips, dragging the still-hard throbbing cock around your insides, letting him coat your interior with cum until you came to rest, still sat on top of his cock, enjoying how much the knot filled you and made your pussy drool around it. 

It took a good twenty minutes to soften enough to work out of you, followed by a flow of thick cum dripping out and onto the front of his trousers. 

You kissed 

"So... Kebab and a pint?"

[serpentface]

I know that you got rid of all the definite super-natural stuff which I think was a really good choice. I know dreamlands cult is still around, but what happened to the giant ur-tree. That was really cool. I was wondering if that was still a thing or significantly changed at all. This blog and all your world building is super cool 🫡

Unfortunately it has to be significantly changed due to the original concept being like, not actually a tree but like a suspended structure of millions of years of plant life (the highest branches being composed of early land plants extinct everywhere else, the trunks being a twisted amalgam of contemporary trees and foliage) supported by a quasi-sapient deified fungal network.

There's nothing I can do that doesn't wildly nerf the concept down, but I'm maintaining the Spirit Of Things by having the Ur-Tree be a clonal system of very large trees that are actually a single tree connected by a root system, which is over 10,000 years old. This single tree is functionally its own woodland, and part of a much larger (otherwise non-clonal) forest.

This ancient tree is an individual from a spec bio species that I haven't fully fleshed out yet. I was thinking something spruce-like in appearance but it needs to produce fairly substantial quantities of dimethyltryptamine in its bark/roots. It grows in humid subtropical-tropical regions (the Ur-Tree is in the Lowlands, which is a humid coastal subtropical region) and has a fairly wide spread, but its range is fragmented and it's almost always found as a singular tree among other species, no other clonal colonies of this size and age exist (and thus the Ur-Tree is recognizably unique). Its root system is a key host/mutualist symbiotic partner for a spec bio fungus with strong hallucinogenic properties, which is refined along with the bark extract to make the Ur-Root entheogen used by the Scholars sect of the Eterhimhamdli religion.

This retcon allows for people to still live in the Ur-Tree (in a less literal sense of living within the space of the colonial organism), for it to be a large location that is a focal point for a religious practice, for its components to be used in production of a very strong hallucinogen, and for it to be a Presence that predates the cultural memories of any groups that encounter it. It might not have the cool factor of the Giant Fucking God Tree but it preserves the aspects that are most interesting to me in the confines of this setting.

The effects of the hallucinogen are also VERY similar to the pre-supernatural nerfing event version (just less Specifically Targeted without the 'experiencing the memories of a semi-sapient fungus' aspect). A full trip starts with minor visual distortion that turns into fractals, the experience of going through a tunnel and 'breaking through' into a distinct experiential Space, you may encounter things you perceive as entities that communicate with you, etc. (This is just DMT.)

The come up period for the fungus times itself near perfectly with the come-down for the DMT (there is usually no moment of in-between for the user). This is experienced as the previous space shifting into one that feels more like the real world, but with a heavily distorted sense of time, the user feels as if they are living through hundreds of thousands of years. Their senses are distorted and indistinct from one another, hard to categorize as 'vision' 'sound' 'smell' 'touch', it's raw Experience. In a good trip, the user loses all sense of individual identity and experiences a sense of oneness with all life, rendering the sensation of endless time into a peaceful experience. In a bad trip, the user remains semi-conscious and might retain the concept of the 'self' and therefore experience what feels like being trapped in this space for millennia.

(Here's the original post about it. Everything about the religious practices and interpretations Surrounding the tree/the Ur-Root is still canon, with the exception of the Scholarly Order Of The Root being a singular sect/mystery cult of a much larger religion rather than The central priesthood of that religion)

[adrift-in-thyme]

🎉Congrats on the milestone! 🎉 Your fics are always so lovely, I love reading your work! ❤️

As for a fic request, could I ask for something with Four? Could be something with Colors, with the chain or with fairy!Time or just by himself, whatever you feel like. I would like him to have just a small, slow, happy moment.

Awww tysm!! <33

Certainly! This was such fun to write. I hope you enjoy it!

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“Mind if I ask what you’re doing, smithy?”

Slowly, Four cranes his neck to look behind him. Normally, in this small form he would feel a thrill of panic at the sound of someone’s approach. But the voice is familiar, and today has been surprisingly devoid of threats upon the heroes’ lives. He is safe to indulge in the comfort of remaining where he is, lying on his back upon the ground. 

His hands rest upon his abdomen, his hair splays out like a halo around his head. The earth is soft beneath him, warm from baking all day in the summer’s heat, and the proud blades of grass stand as shields from the afternoon sun. 

“Watching the clouds,” he says. 

Time cocks his head. The light reflects off of his wings in delicate fractals of red and blue. His hair looks the color of spun gold. Twinkling with mirth, his eye matches the joyful sky above. Silhouetted against the vibrancy of a joyful day, the hero looks far less severe than he does when leading and protecting their little group. More like a simple man, rather than the famed Hero of Time. 

Four likes that. He always appreciates the moments when he gets to see his brothers comfortable, free. They bear responsibilities too great for even the broadest shoulders. If he, in his small and quiet way, can allow them to soothe the fractures within for just a moment, he is glad of it. 

And the fact that Time has grown comfortable being around him in his fae form makes him even happier. He knows all too well the burden of being so very different. 

So very vulnerable. 

He has seen the haunted looks he and Rulie get sometimes, the scars they cannot conceal, the way they eye certain travelers they meet upon the road. It is good to see some of that guarded trepidation flee. 

“Watching the clouds, eh?” With a sigh, Time sits down beside him. “What does that entail?”

His tone is teasing, and an easy smile is on his face. Four returns it. 

“It’s something Grandpa and I did when I was young.” He points up at a sizable puff of gallant white speeding across the heavens. “You catch the clouds and make shapes out of them. That one looks like an octorok.”

Time chuckles. “Ah, yes, I’m familiar with the concept. Malon and I did it many years ago when we were children.” He sighs and a mischievous grin tugs at his lips. “Of course, now I’m too dull and old for such trivialities.”

Four sends him a flat look. “You may fool the others with those comments about your age, but not me.” 

Time lifts a brow. “No?”

“Nope.” Four shakes his head. “I’ve seen you fight. You’re hardly dull, and you’re certainly not old.”

Time lays back, keeping enough distance between them that his wings don’t drift into Four’s face. With a somber expression, he gazes up at the sky.

“Don’t you dare tell the others that. It’s difficult enough leading them without them realizing I do not, in fact, possess the wisdom of the elderly.”

If he didn’t know him quite so well, Four would think he was being serious, that this matter truly was a dire one prone to wound him. He can’t help the bark of laughter that escapes.

“Alright.” He squints, watching as a cloud that vaguely resembles a chu drifts by, lazier than its fellows and falling behind. “I’ll keep your secret on one condition.”

“I swear that one looks like a Deku scrub,” Time says, pointing, then turns a quizzical eye to him. “What is your condition?”

Four grins. “You tell me how old you actually are. You know, on the inside.”

Time’s expression instantly morphs into a scowl. 

“I reject your condition.”

Four’s grin grows larger, tugging at his cheeks. 

“Why? It’s only an innocent question. Malon refused to tell us, so I thought maybe you would.”

“I see. Malon respected my privacy, leading you all to seek out the dark truth for yourselves.” 

“When you say it like that, it sounds as if you’re hiding something dastardly.” Four giggles as he turns his gaze back to the sky. “Are you truly that ancient?”

Time blows out a sigh. “You wound me, smithy. Here I thought we could sit in restful silence and watch the clouds, only to find that you are as set upon destroying me as the others. I still reject your condition. I will rest easy with the knowledge belonging solely to me. Besides” — there is a definite smile in his voice, brimming with mirth — “your secret-keeping abilities are quite poor.” 

“Hey!” Scowling, Four lightly smacks the older hero on the arm. “They are not!”

Time chuckles and gestures upward. “There’s one that looks like the pigs in Wind’s Hyrule.” 

“You’re not getting out of this that easily.” 

But the cloud does truly resemble a plump little pig, something that suddenly seems very comical to Four. He dissolves into laughter and Time joins him. Time’s jab is soon forgotten in the breathless freedom of open joy. 

And when the laughter subsides, they remain in comfortable silence, laying side-by-side, gazing up at the sky. 

[babysfirstfic]

live now, think later

luke hughes x fem!reader

word count: 1.7k

summary: Luke desperately needs to blow off some steam. In a dingy bar, he finds just what he's looking for...

warnings: Brief allusions to sex, but nothing major. Yet. (18+)

a/n: This is my first ever fic! I would love to hear feedback if you have any. I plan for this to be chapter 1 of 3 (but we'll see what happens)! Shoutout to this Tate McRae song for directly inspiring the title and for subconsciously inspiring the plot.

There were few NHL rookies who had more eyes trained on them than Luke Hughes. Between the constant media attention he received from a young age and the pressure that came with his last name, Luke had always had a complicated relationship with his celebrity.

Don’t get it twisted, Luke was super grateful for all the advantages that came with having two all stars for brothers, and there was a part of him that enjoyed leaning into his status. 

On the ice, he welcomed the attention. He loved the chance to put on a show for the fans, reveling in the opportunities to make game-changing plays. Hockey was his craft; the minute he laced up his skates he was an artist, an author, a showman. A single goal could cause an entire stadium to rise to their feet, and the power he felt in those moments was indescribable.

Off the ice, though, it was a different story.

Luke prided himself on his maturity and his charm, his ability to keep his cool even while being peppered with questions and surrounded by cameras. He had years to perfect the art of the interview, expertly dodging personal inquiries and even cracking the occasional smile to make it seem like he didn’t absolutely despise answering the same inane questions over and over again. 

But one could only keep up appearances for so long. He found it exhausting to have to perform all the time. Though he understood it was a sacrifice he’d have to make now that he was living out his dreams, that didn’t make it any easier. 

After several months in the league, he craved a chance to be something other than “Luke Hughes, the hockey player”. He desperately needed to let loose and to make use of the other sides of his personality, the spicier sides, the sides that the cameras would never get to see. 

It was time for this Devil to earn his horns. 

Within the first few months of being in New Jersey, Luke quickly learned which bars would bend the rules for him. In his desperation to fit in with any teammate who didn’t share his DNA, he was willing to do pretty much anything to get in, buying fake IDs, signing jerseys, you name it. He felt it showed his teammates just how committed he was to building their relationships, on and off the ice. 

But tonight, his team couldn’t have been further from his mind. This time, he’d come alone. 

Luke had never had the time or energy for dating, but he thrived on quick hook ups and meaningless sex. No obligation for vulnerability or commitment, just fun. After the whirlwind that had been last year, he needed some fun, and tonight, he was willing to work for it. 

His bar of choice was dingy, a typical dive bar, complete with sticky floors and disgruntled employees, but the low key lighting and loud music allowed for the perfect cover. Luke felt a sense of safety in his anonymity, a feeling which was becoming increasingly rare. 

Waiting in a booth on the edge of the dimly lit room, he scanned the crowd, searching for a glimpse of excitement, someone to steal the blood from his brain and force it elsewhere. 

Suddenly, something, no someone caught his eye. It was you. 

In a glittery backless top with a loose, low cut and black pants that you filled out in all the right places, you were shaking your stuff on the dance floor. Your whole body bounced with every movement. Like a beacon in the night, the strobe lights illuminated your entirety, sending colourful fractals bouncing off in every direction. You were practically demanding Luke’s attention, and you didn’t even have to try. 

You had sensed his eyes on you immediately and couldn’t help but to return his gaze. He looked young but strangely sure of himself, carrying the recognizable swagger of a man who’s used to breaking the rules and getting away with it. Luke would call it confidence, but if you asked his brothers, they’d call it his raging youngest sibling syndrome. 

You were undeniably intrigued. Adding more hip movement to your dancing, you hoped that it would encourage him to join. This certainly was not your first rodeo. 

It worked. Slowly, he stood up from his booth and made his way onto the dance floor. You sensed a shift in his energy, like this was something out of the ordinary for him. “Nice to know he has a weakness,” you mused to yourself, just now noticing the flutter in your heart as he inched closer. 

Luke hated dancing, but something about you drew him in, like a ship of sailors drawn by the voices of sirens. Though he hoped he might meet a different fate; he hoped you might give him a happy ending. 

Eventually, he reached your spot on the dance floor. 

“Hey,” he spoke into your ear, leaning in close so that you could hear him above the music. You felt his breath tickle your neck, sending chills down your back and deep inside. 

“Hi,” you responded, keeping your cool in spite of the tides coming in beneath you. You didn’t know him, had never seen him before, yet everything within you yearned to be close to him, craved to feel his hand against your skin, begged to know him in every sense of the word. “Sheesh girl, you need to get out more,” you thought, smiling briefly to yourself.

Without wasting any time, you grabbed his hand and placed it on the small of your back, finally experiencing the brief release of skin-on-skin. You looked up at him, attempting to decipher the look on his face. He reciprocated your gaze, flashing his crooked smile, practically threatening to melt you right then and there. 

Seeing his smile mirrored on your face, he moved his other hand to match the first, pulling you in close. You nodded to express your approval and quickly fell back into your original rhythm, grinding and swaying your hips to the music. Sticking your hands in his back pockets, you led him through the motions, slowly undulating your bodies to the beat. 

Your eyes scanned up and down as you let yourself take him in. There was something about this boy; he completely captivated you. With his arms around you, you felt safe. He lacked the aggression and forcefulness you had unfortunately come to expect from situations such as these. He was clearly strong, but you caught him out of his comfort zone, so he was letting you take the lead, a role you took on gladly. 

After a couple minutes of finding the right rhythm, your bodies became one. The world melted away. Luke leaned in and began gently kissing your neck, stopping only to briefly nibble your ear. As your pelvises moved up and down to the beat, you began to feel the friction of something rising just below his belt. You responded in kind, sensing a growing heat and swelling between your legs. Neither of you had done this in a while and it was showing, your bodies overly excitable. But you didn’t mind; you were both getting exactly what you wanted. 

“I live a couple blocks from here,” you shouted above the crowd, doing everything in your power not to let out the moan that was threatening to escape your lips. “Maybe we could finish our dance there”. 

Knowing full well he couldn’t wait that long, Luke made a different suggestion. “There’s a hotel across the street. I have a room. Care to join me?” 

In the haze of the crowd and the music and the night, you found yourself moving off the dance floor, out of the bar, into the open air of Newark. 

Your entire body was pounding, throbbing with energy and excitement. Your hand was clasped in his, and only then, as you were making your way through the hotel lobby and down the hallway to the room, did you realize you didn’t even know his name. More importantly, you realized you didn’t care. In fact, it was better this way. No possibility of getting attached or contacting each other afterwards. A true one night stand. 

As you reached the room, Luke spun you around to face him, your back firmly placed against the door. “Are you sure you want to do this?” he asked, leaning close, finally allowing you to get a good look at his face in the light.  

Your gaze trailed down from his curls to his lips, before resting on his eyes. You noticed a slight sparkle in them, a glint, an invitation. This was your chance. “I’ve never been more sure,” you responded.

Lunging forward instinctively, you reached up, taking hold of his hair and guiding his lips towards yours. Your touch was confident, verging on forceful, a byproduct of the pent up energy that needed an outlet and had finally found one. 

Maybe you were a little too forceful. As your bodies collided, they also made contact with the door, sending a loud noise vibrating through the hallway. You briefly paused your moment of passion to laugh, your foreheads still touching, neither of you daring to fully pull away. 

“Someone’s a little eager,” Luke spoke against your lips, chuckling slightly before re-initiating the kiss. 

Just as it had in the bar, the world melted away, making you forget just how publicly you were displaying your affection. 

But you were both being reckless, and Luke knew it. He had been warned about pulling something like this, about bringing negative attention to himself or to the team. He was new and still needed to prove himself. Above all that, he had a squeaky clean reputation to uphold. He was trained to be tight-lipped to the media so that the focus was on his playing, not his personal life. Stunts like this could jeopardize everything he’d worked for, everything his parents sacrificed for. But god, you were making him forget all of that. There wasn’t a single thought in Luke’s mind that didn’t have to do with getting you out of your clothes and under his tongue...