#and done!

[imaredshirt]

It made sense, McCoy thought in a daze, that after all the times beings with telepathic abilities had messed around in his head, something would get left behind.

He doesn't realize it at first. Chalks it up to being a people person, having dealt with enough personal and professional relationships as both a civilian and a physician to just know what a person is thinking and feeling. That's all it is.

Until he's working alone with Spock one night, both bent over microscopes in the lab, and he hears Spock say something quietly, with perhaps a triffle more emotion than he's used to hearing from the Vulcan - "This organism may take longer to classify than I had originally thought. Leonard will be sharing the lab with me for sometime, then. I . . . am not averse to this outcome."

"First of all," McCoy says, having perked up at the sound of his first name - not something Spock often addresses him as while on duty. "Kinda rude to talk about a man as if he's not in the same room, just a few feet away. Second of all-" and he turns, grinning at Spock’s slightly startled expression and raised eyebrows. "I'm pretty sure you just said you're enjoying my company."

The startled expression doesn't disappear. "I beg your pardon?"

"Now Mr. Spock, if you think I'm gonna let you take back what you just said-"

"Doctor," Spock says, clasping his hands behind his back and watching McCoy now with an expression more curious than anything else. "I did not say anything."

McCoy's smile falters. He feels an inkling of worry and growing curiosity not his own - he knows, somehow, that it's coming from Spock. It's then he realizes that his ability to pinpoint a person's thoughts and emotions - something that has seemed to grow stronger over the past few weeks - is not just due to his affinity as a people person.

Somewhere along the way, a telepathic being messed around in his head - and left some of their ability behind.

[throwing-roses-into-the-abyss]

Finished the first sleeve!

[finerandbonnier]

In the Basement of those Cabins is a Princess

100 words for each face of The Princess.

The Shifting Mound; The Princess (Again) - [AO3]

The Shifting Mound

You wait for another fragile vessel. Another piece of you.

A tiny fragment of a greater whole; brittle and empty, ready to be filled with you and fill you up in return.

Warm and fierce and trusting and scared and loving and hurt and wilful and betrayed – more variants than there are words to describe them. All fragile.

All hidden somewhere through space and time in The Long Quiet where you cannot reach them with your grasping hands, cannot pull them into yourself and consume them, subsume them.

So, you wait in the cold and the dark and the quiet.

The Princess (Again)

You’re back in the basement of the cabin. The original cabin. The ur-cabin. The cabin from which all other cabins deviate.

You’re not a god this time. Nor a beast, nor a witch, nor a wood. You’re not even a princess. You are The Princess. You are the image that word conjures in their mind absent all other adjectives or descriptors.

But perhaps you do not have to be for much longer, perhaps this time the pair of you will walk through that cabin door and shed your labels together. Not the princess. Not the hero. Just you and them.

[bronzeagepizzeria]

He tucks a finger inside his daughter’s palm, watching in awe as it curls around him. The world is hazy, narrowed down only to the two people he holds in his arms. Had he known, then, on that fateful day? The other him? Known what he’d never get a taste of? What he was losing? He doesn’t know. He’ll never know, and he’s eternally grateful.

Part 2 is up!!

[thebirdarts]

Riju, Queen of the Gerudo and Sage of Lightning

[faisceaubunz]

cloud's vacation photobook - days 7 / 8 / 9

[broodsys]

sprawling marionberry; closeup of the strawberry groundcover that spreads all across the side yard; peach tree; nectarine tree; bucket pond; hawthorne tree

[persoc30]

Kinktober Day 8 - Hogtie / Hobble Skirt

(Follows from here)

Nightingale sat perched on the side of her bed, tying up her hair for the night and watching Shining work. After locking the penultimate restraint on her doll she and Shining took a break to strip off most of her costume, leaving only the leotard. Now the sheets on their bed were pulled back and out of the way, and she watched as Shining laid a small leather sheet out over the lower middle of the bed.

“All done?” she asked, “Then bring it here, I’m dreadfully tired and ready for bed.” She finished, patting the bed next to her with an affected yawn.

“Of course Mistress.”

-

Shining quickly moved to the dolls side, lying limply right where they’d left it, cut off from the world under its layers. She effortlessly scooped it up into a princess carry, and the doll let out a noise at the shock of the sudden movement, before nuzzling into its superior’s grip with a satisfied, if muted, hum. Someone was enjoying her restraints. Shining herself was more and more eager for a few hours from now, when she and Liz would dispense with the role-play and she would come back in to join the two of them in bed.

In the meantime she gave the doll a quick kiss on the forehead of its hood, before turning and carrying it back to the bed where its owner waited. She delicately lowered it face down so its waist and legs were over the skirt she’d laid out in preparation.

Liz reached out and caressed the dolls head “Just one last thing and you’ll be perfect, we don’t want you going anywhere after all.” She giggled at her own joke and gestured for Shining to continue, not taking her eyes or hand off her new toy.

The maid pulled the sides of the hobble skirt up and wrapped it around the dolls legs, adding one final layer on top of the bodysuit and boots. A quick pull of a zipper and a tightly drawn belt at the waist and ankles and the hobble skirt was secure on their plaything. Shining was privately cheering at how simple the final piece was after all the lacing and buckling she’d done tonight, but the results should be more than worth the effort for all three of them.

Finally she rolled the doll over to face her mistress and stepped back for further instruction.

-

“Such a beautiful doll you’ve put together for me~”

“Thank you very much Mistress, it was a pleasure.”

“You’ve done very well maid, but as I said I’m tired, and I’m eager to enjoy my new pillow, so you’re dismissed for the night.”

“As you command, Mistress.” The maid gave one final deep bow and turned to depart.

With her faithful servant unceremoniously thrown out, at least until the game was over, Liz turned back to her plaything. She sat for a moment, just enjoying the rise and fall of its breath, before turning off her reading lamp and scooting into bed herself.

She pulled the covers over the two of them and slotted herself against her doll, wrapping her arms around the bulk of its jacket and draping one of her legs over its skirt. She thought about grinding up against it, working out some of the arousal it had so cruelly built up in her just by existing. But no she thought, carefully nuzzling into the crook of its neck so as not to damage the valuable doll with her horns, there’d be time for that later. Once Shining rejoined them. For now she just wanted to enjoy the fruits of their labor.

She sighed, sleepily but content. “I knew you’d make a good cuddle toy~” she whispered, knowing it wouldn’t hear. Nevertheless the doll worked a pleased moan of its own around its gag.

[nightyelean]

Checking in

How are you?

hi hello yeas. Me is alive!! Cant lie, mentally feeling a bit tired and so i didn’t have a lot time to write🏃🏃

I am good enough tho, thanks for asking! A. hope u are doing good as well, lovely anon🏌️‍♂️

[antlerlad]

happy tdov my loves. don't let anyone else define your transness for you.

help trans women evacuate gaza

[cafffine]

be pro-aging but wear sun screen. sun protection is not beauty industry propaganda it will save you. wear it. or else.

[thinkingabout-girls]

75k note oli theorionsound

[nighthawkes]

I must sleep. Sleep is the mind-healer. Sleep is the big-life that brings total ability to fucking do anything. I will face my bed. I will permit the blankie to pass over me and snores to pass through me. And when sleep has gone past I will turn the outer eye to greet the new morning. When the sleep has gone there will be everything. Energy and will to live will remain.

[beaft]

my mum forbade me to say anything to my dad about the top surgery thing, and it's just hit me how funny it would be if i got it done and didn't tell him and just waited for him to notice. i mean, what's he gonna say? "didn't you used to have tits?"

[titleofpersonage-p01]

[stargatebarbie]