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[palemoonsdv]

chapter 2

a/n im thinking of adding small illustrations later...

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Quinn's consciousness returned to her in slow phases. First was her sense of touch, feeling her body resting heavily in between two boulders, the wall of the cavern digging into her back. Then was her hearing, alerting her to the drip of water in some distant corner. Finally was her sense of self. No longer driven by the animal need to hunt, she was instead left weary. She opened her eyes slowly, dragging herself into a kneeling position.

Her clothes from the night before had long since vanished, torn to shreds during her transformation, and she shivered. First order of business: find the chest with her spare clothes.

It was right where she had left it, thankfully untouched. Hurriedly she donned the flannel and old jeans. Her hair was a mess too- it had escaped her braids completely, running down her back in tangles. She did her best to finger comb it- she had forgotten to put any hair ties with the rest of the supplies.

The water was partially to drink and partially to wash off the slime remnants. She hadn't gotten particularly injured last night, thank goodness, otherwise it would be for cleansing wounds as well.

By the time she was mildly presentable and heading outside, the early dawn sun was peeking through the trees over the northern mountain lake. Birds sang in the pines, as if mocking her ragged appearance and trudging, weary footsteps.

She made it to the house in time to turn off her morning alarm, set her pack down, and fall asleep, exhausted.

—

By the time the Egg Festival rolled around, Quinn desperately needed a break. She had figured farming would be more physically taxing than her old desk job, but it didn't prepare her for how tired she would feel at the end of each day. Of course, her rush at the mines was probably to blame for most of it. Every spare moment, every rainy day when she didn't have to water her crops, was spent getting deeper in the mines so she could find that perfect spot to transform.

But today was a festival. She could rest for a single day, couldn't she?

It was lucky she had packed a few special occasion outfits when preparing her move to Stardew Valley. The majority of her clothes were farm appropriate, but a dress every now and then couldn't hurt. Today was a day for a pale dress and a thin cardigan - which she changed into after planting and watering today's crops.

Birds sang as Quinn hiked past the bus stop and into town. She was a little bit late, thanks to her chores this morning. Everyone was already here.

She had long since met everyone in town at this point, so it was much easier to go around and say hellos. No one stared at her now - in fact everyone was just too busy enjoying the festival to pay her much mind. Just the way she liked it.

Marlon waved her over to where he was standing in front of Pierre's. "Lass, I hear you've been exploring the mines like no one else," he said. "You're likely to hit the bottom before next season ends, at this rate."

She couldn't help but smile a little at the quiet compliment. "If I'm lucky, sure."

"But be careful down there, you know. I hear there's something no one's seen before recently. Something big."

A pit opened up in Quinn's stomach. Her vocabulary was reduced to parroting words. "Big?"

"From the report, it seems to be bigger than a living skeleton, that's for sure."

"Report..?" How did he know what was down there, anyway?

"Linus was scavenging in the upper levels and heard it roaring down below, and was kind enough to let me know. I went down the next day and all I found were dead slimes. Whatever it was must've been hungry."

Hungry. That was one word for it, she supposed. Bloodthirsty might be a better term. But Linus - he was lucky to only be in the upper levels that night, and so was she.

A bit of her vocabulary returned. "Is it still down there?"

"That's the odd part - we haven't heard anything since that night. But my gut says this isn't a one time thing. The mines have a way of breeding the worst sorts of creatures."

"Well, thank you for the warning," she said. "I'll be careful."

Marlon nodded, putting on a lighter expression. "Go enjoy the festival!"

Her day ruined, Quinn turned to the setup in the town square, trying not to lose her footing as the world tilted around her. Damn it, her plan had gone to pieces so quickly. Of course other people were using the mines in the upper levels. She needed to go deeper.

Well, what she really needed was a cure for lycanthropy, but according to Rasmodius that was a slim chance. Her only choice was to mitigate harm. The only way she could live with herself these days was to cling to the idea that she was only hurting other monsters. If she got found out - or worse, if she hurt an innocent person here….

Mayor Lewis snapped her out of her darkening thoughts. "Quinn? You okay? You look a little pale."

She plastered a fake smile on her face and adjusted her cardigan. "Oh, I'm fine. Just thinking about, uh, turnips."

"A farmer is always on the job, I see," he said. "But if you wanted a small diversion, I have something to ask you."

He gestured over to the baskets lined up in the town square, which Sam had told her was for the egg hunt.

"You want me to do the egg hunt?" she asked, leaving the 'I thought that was for kids' part silent.

"We need someone to beat Abigail," he confided. 'I would let anyone try, at this point."

Quinn thought for a moment, seeing the rest of the egg searchers move to the baskets. "You know what, sure. I could use a little fun today."

She could play the role of carefree farmer for the day. It was just running around for eggs. Staying in the good graces of her neighbors was her best chance if she was discovered.

So she took off the moment Lewis announced the start of the hunt, her long legs propelling her from bush to bush in search of the pastel eggs. It felt ridiculous for someone her age to compete with children, but if Abigail could do it, so could she.

It was a failure in the end, though. Abigail beat her fair and square, and all Quinn could do was laugh at the dirty patches on the hem of her own dress.

She was so caught up in her performance of normalcy that she almost didn't notice one pair of eyes lingering on her more than the others. She turned mid laugh, only to see Elliott staring. The moment their eyes met he quickly turned away, bending over to say something quietly to Leah, who was busy downing a cup of punch. Leah grinned, then looked over to wave at Quinn.

Immediately panic surged in Quinn, but she fought it down. She waved back, deciding the most nonchalant course of action was to head over.

He doesn't know, she said to herself. He can't know.

She had been so foolish to tell the wizard, even as desperate as she was.

Was she even going to last the spring here?

—

"Is it just me or is the farmer looking particularly lively today?" Leah asked, taking a sip of her punch.

"I wouldn't say so," Elliott said absentmindedly, his eyes still on the pale freckled shoulder that had escaped the cardigan. "In fact she looks like she could be ill."

Leah looked at him side eyed. "Oh?"

As if she could sense him, Quinn turned at that moment, and Elliott tore his gaze away. No, he wasn't staring. He was just… just checking she was all right. Something about her face had seemed distressed earlier, though on second thought he might have just imagined it.

"You didn't hear that," he said quietly, mortified at his own lack of discipline. What was he doing, talking about their new friend so presumptuously?

Leah was already waving at Quinn, beckoning her over.

Elliott shot a look at Leah in betrayal. "If you tell her what I just said, I will never speak to you again," he warned.

"Oh, calm down. I'm just saying hi, Elliott."

As Quinn walked over this time, Elliott was hit once again with the revelation that she was almost eye to eye with him. Since only a few people in town were even close to him in height, this was a rare but welcome occurrence.

The strange look on her face was back. He couldn't quite place what was so odd about it, but he could tell she wasn't having a great time at the festival. As Leah and Quinn made their small talk, topics of conversation fled from his mind.

All he wanted to ask was-

"Are you really alright?"

Quinn blinked at him, mid sentence. "Sorry?"

Had he said that out loud? His mouth opened a little wider to allow him to shove in more of his foot.

"I just mean - I thought you looked a little pale earlier."

"Oh, I just didn't have enough for breakfast," she said hastily. "But I've had some of the buffet now so I really am doing fine. Um, thank you."

"All right," he said, trying not to sound like he didn't believe her, which he didn't. But if she said she was fine, who was he to push? It wasn't as if he had any say in what she did.

He just wished he could get his act together around her.

—-

After a few more minutes of small talk, Quinn excused herself from the festival completely.

Her walk home was quiet and slow. The darkness of twilight was welcome, as was the solitude. She didn't have to force herself to be what she wasn't anymore today.

As she stood in the doorway to her house, she couldn't help but stare in the direction of the wizard's tower, hidden in the distance by the wide woods. Would she be able to stay here? Or would she have to run again?

Either way, there was no running from the wolf.

[thebibliosphere]

Whenever I talk about the medical neglect and ableism I've encountered as a victim of the healthcare system, there's always some cockwaffle who feels entitled to come into my inbox and make the argument of "not all doctors" while talking about how "people like them" (because it's always someone in a field of medicine who does this) are doing their best and it's really hard because so many people fake being ill to get on welfare (Yikes), but like, yeah, obviously #not all doctors, because if all doctors were negligent, bullying scum bags, I'd be dead.

But here's the thing: while I truly believe that the majority of doctors are doing their best in a system stacked against them and their patients, their presence does not negate the mass harm caused by the bad ones. And there are far more bad ones than you realize.

Fuck, John Oliver literally did a segment on this last week:

Yes, the truly bad, malicious doctors are in the minority. Most are just horrifically burned out and fighting a losing battle against a system, killing both them and their patients through a lack of funding and resources and profound overwork.

But the malicious ones do exist, and they will go out of their way to harm patients who don't kowtow to them.

I almost lost my life because when I was in my early twenties, I told a doctor I didn't think she was listening to me, and I disagreed with her assessment of my mental health (she was not a mental health doctor, and I was there for heart palpitations and chronic pain). She retaliated by putting "non-compliant" in my file.

There was also a fun little "doesn't show respect" note too that lives rent-free in my head because I know I wasn't rude. I was polite. I just didn't agree with her, and my refusal to accept her off-handed comment that "you probably have bipolar or BPD" (again, I was there for heart palpitations and chronic pain) meant I was "refusing care."

I wasn't. I just refused to be slapped with a mood/personality disorder when I was there because I kept fucking fainting when I stood up.

(Spoiler alert: it was dysautonomia)

That "non-compliant" marker followed me around for years. It followed me across an ocean and effectively ensured that any doctor I saw was going to treat me like absolute dogshit because no one wants to help Difficult Patients. It wasn't until I was so undeniably ill, literally on the brink of death, that anyone helped me.

I'm alive because of a good doctor. And all the good ones that came after him because of him.

So, I know they exist. You don't have to tell me that.

But I really fucking need you to acknowledge the bad ones and that you're part of a system with a long, long history of abusing minorities and vulnerable people. I need you to acknowledge that because it's the only way we're going to survive this godforsaken nightmare and make things better.

So yeah, #notalldoctors, but if you feel the need to say that because someone talking about being literally left to die by the medical system hurts your feelings, I'm going to have to ask you to take a step back and ask yourself if you're going into medicine for the right reasons.

Namely: do you want to help people, even the "difficult" ones?

Even the ones who might disagree with you?

Even if they're on welfare?

Even if they'll never get "better" in a way that means "cured"?

Just a thought. But hey, what do I know. I'm just someone who experienced hemolytic anemia because doctors kept telling me I was anxious and needed to exercise more 🤷‍♀️.

[sabertoothwalrus]

my chilshi marriage comic is not only about to become my most popular dungeon meshi comic, but one of my most successful art posts ever??? which first of all I'm very grateful! I'm just really shocked cause 1. gen stuff tends to do better than ship, at least for this fandom 2. I didn't think that many people liked chilshi????

[laddertek]

etho said actually you _don't_ understand the intricacies of how tango is my boyfriend and bdubs is my ex

(and how tango and bdubs kiss too)

Scar: We went on that little adventure, you know! Etho: Yeah, yeah, we had our adventure, that's true, that's true. Scar: You disparaged your teammates. That's it, all right, no more spoilers. Etho: (laughs) Our team has -- our team has some weird dynamics this -- this season. Cleo: (overlapping) Really, Etho? Is there trouble in paradise? (pause) Who's third-wheeling with you, again? I can't remember. Etho: (laughs) Uhh. The -- Cleo: Genuinely can't remember. I know it's you and Bdubs. And...Tango? Tango. Tango. Etho: (loudly) Why -- Why is Tango the third wheel? Why -- why isn't Bdubs the third wheel? Cleo: Because it's you and Bdubs. I'm sorry. I understand how that relationship goes. Etho: (dissatisfied) Hmm.

[foolishlovers]

Where a Canvas Blooms by foolishlovers

It’s an Arrangement. Aziraphale knows this. He knows a lot of things, and others he doesn’t, but the most important things, he knows. He knows that the cheeky redhead in his arms smiles and purrs when he runs his fingers through his hair, knows that Crowley’s hands are rough from working outside, knows the softness of his heart. Aziraphale doesn’t know he’s in love with Crowley until he does. But it’s just an Arrangement. Is it? Part 1 of The Cuddle Arrangement

word count: 3.8k rating: T relevant tags: Human AU, Trans Aziraphale, Trans Crowley, Touch-Starved Aziraphale, Touch-Starved Crowley, Non-Sexual Intimacy, Cuddling & Snuggling, Comfort, Pining art by the wonderful @omens-for-ophelia

[abd-illustrates]

☃️ Eira ☃️

Finished art from this week's video! It was really nice to draw my ice boi again, but even nicer to see him (and the video itself) getting such a warm reception from y’all in the comments - thank y’all so much for the lovely energy 💖

[DO NOT EDIT OR REPOST TO OTHER SITES / ACCOUNTS] ♻️reblogs are lovely tho!♻️

[jametartt]

2x02 / 3x03

[jagalart]

Bounty Hunter

A tengu character I designed for the greatest @ WithTheFox, thank you again for trusting me with this 🖤 I'm back to comms tomorrow so you can expect updates soon 👁️

[blvnk-art]

This is me, in 2018, sketching something in The Elephant House at Endinburgh. I rarely share a photo or video of mine but now I wonder why not :) Maybe I'll delete later but until there, here it is. The person behind all these HP comics.

[pleaktale]

"Thought ol' Jamesy 'ere found us a mermaid..."

IT'S DONE! *Everyone cheers.*

Yes, I know I forgot about his chains and necklaces but I was too far gone in the rendering to add it, sorry my lovelies... 🥺 I'll make sure to add in the next ones! 🤭

Anyway, this is BDAS! Hobie, made by @the-kr8tor

(PLEASE CHECK IT OUT IT'S SOOO GOOD!!) Extra version bellow the mark!

Just him being the most handsome men to ever exist.

That's it! See you soon!

[linkbetweenlinksau]

The Mark - part 1

Part 2|| part 3||

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[biblically-accurate-dca]

au where moon fills in while sun is "on vacation" and nothing bad happens

[flemish-giant-jackalope]

In the middle of the lab a werewolf lays on his back. His legs and arms chained to the ground.

You would think he would protest more but the amount of drugs and aphrodisiac coursing through his veins prevent it.

It also helps that you're currently riding his dick in a desperate attempt to milk him dry. He is in utter bliss, drooling with his tongue hanging out of his maw.

You're in a cowgirl position. Wearing nothing more than a tiny chastity cage and your sweat. On the cage there is yellow warming label attached. The following text printed beneath it.

"Extractor is in use. do not remove!"

Officially you are designated as a biological extractor unit, and property of the laboratory. But the lab personal has given you the nickname "fleshlight". To your own drugged and hypnotised satisfaction.

You whimper as you're desperately try to get past his knot. You want it so bad! You want to be praised for a job well done! You want to be a good fleshlight!

A person wearing a lab coat approaches you. You're so out of it you don't ever hear them approach.

"Are you having difficulty fleshlight?"

You flinch when you hear them. Which you instantly regret as your hole clenches around the werewolf’s shaft.

You stop to let your hole relax. Looking up at them you let out whine. Laboratory equipment can't use words.

They look down at you amused. "it's ok you cute little fleshlight. This is our biggest subject yet, so you just need more time to stretch that pretty little hole of yours."

With a gloved hand they take your chin, and softly raise it till they know they have your full attention. With the same tone you might politely ask a machine to do something, they say; "you're only goal in life is to be a good stretchy hole."

You zone out as the words trigger intake training. As you relax completely your eyes glaze over and a lazy smile forms on your face.

The lab assistant, still holding your chin in their hand, slides a gloved thumb in your mouth. You don't even mind or register it. You're completely focused on relaxing your ass as much as possible, while drooling happily on their thumb.

They pull their one hand back softly. Reaching their other hand into their lab coat they take out a vial. With a routine that must have happened a 100 times they collect the saliva from their thumb.

While keeping their eyes on the vial of saliva they say: "activate extractor routine 4"

You place your hands on you calf’s, using all your weight to try and conquer the werewolf’s knot. You ride it up and down slowly.

Pleased with the consistency of the sample the scientist takes a step over the werewolf’s leg.

Their standing behind you as you blissfully ride the werewolf’s cock. Desperately trying to stretch your hole. A mantra going through your head.

"a good fleshlight is a stretchy fleshlight, a good fleshlight is a stretchy fleshlight, a good fleshlight is a stretchy fleshlight, a good fleshlight is a stretchy fleshlight, a good fleshlight is a stretchy fleshlight,"

The squat behind you and inspect your progress

"Fleshlight sit"

You stop at the tip of the werewolf’s cock and let your weight glide you down. Your hole slightly stretching over the knot.

The blue medical glove glides easily over the lubed knot. Their index finger gliding upwards towards your hole, and glides in with little resistance. They hum satisfied and glide a second finger in. The smile on your face just widens, happy to inspected like a good piece of lab equipment.

They glide their fingers out and collect the liquid in another vial. "It seems you do need some more help." they stand up and put one a new pair of gloves.

While still behind you they put their hand over your mouth. Index and middle finger pushed inside your mouth. You start sucking on them.

"Your intake training is still doing wonders" they get a small vial from their coat and open it one handed. Holding it under their nostrils the smell already giving you a rush of endorphin. You get the simple command of "breath in"

You fill your lungs with the product as if it was the first breath you ever took.

"gooood fleshlight" the scientists says with a smile.

The chemicals course through your system and you hear your heartbeat in your head. As a pleasant heat flows over your body, your exhale takes any bit tension left in your body with it.

"Fleshlight ride"

You move your body up and down the length of the shaft. Feeling your hole open up more and more. Al the wile repeating the mantra in your head.

"a good fleshlight is a stretchy fleshlight, a good fleshlight is a stretchy fleshlight, a good fleshlight is a stretchy fleshlight, a good fleshlight is a stretchy fleshlight, a good fleshlight is a stretchy fleshlight,"

After a couple of minutes later you almost get over the thicket parts. Joy radiates your face as drool slowly leaks out of your mouth. The scientist eagerly collecting it in a vial.

While putting the closed vial in their lab coat, they look at the werewolf’s head. Still drooling and content, but with a quickening breath.

Smiling but determined the scientists quickly gets your happy vile from their coat.

"Fleshlight tip"

You stop at the top of you ascend. The tip of the werewolf’s massive cock keeping you nice and loose.

Quickly they put the vial under your nose.

"Breath in"

Still swimming in the effect of the previous huff you greedily inhale again. Your mantra only getting louder in your brain. There are no other thoughts allowed.

"a good fleshlight is a stretchy fleshlight, a good fleshlight is a stretchy fleshlight, a good fleshlight is a stretchy fleshlight, a good fleshlight is a stretchy fleshlight, a good fleshlight is a stretchy fleshlight,"

A knew intensified wave of heat flows over you. Spreading to your whole body as you feel it loosen.

You can feel every cm of the werewolf’s cock in detail.

"Fleshlight sit"

You fall down and you feel the scientist putting a bit of their weight on your shoulders.

You slam onto the knot and your ass opens up. Feeling your ass stretch over the knot feels like heaven. And then suddenly

"pop"

The werewolf’s breathing is getting erratic.

"Fleshlight ride" the scientists commands, getting a bit breathless themselves.

You've never felt so full in your life! As you ride you feel the knot gliding over prostate again and again. Precum is being pumped out as you continue going up and down. The knot has now swelled too much and you can't get it out anymore. You don't care! A good fleshlight is a stretchy fleshlight! A good fleshlight is a stretchy fleshlight! And you've taken the knot! You want to be the best fleshlight!

And the best fleshlight are used and filled with cum!

The werewolf’s is panting heavily, even with all the drugs coursing through his veins he tries to hump the fleshlight. A low satisfied growl begins as he cums.

The knot swells a final time as your locked into extasy! With every wave of cum, the knot pushes into your prostate making you leak more and more, as you feel your belly swell more and more. Desperately you move up and down trying to get every last drop off cum out of the beast beneath you.

The scientist has a hand in their pants too, no longer able to contain themselves. They quickly bend down and grab your chin, bending your head backwards, forcing you to focus on their face and voice.

Slightly out of breath they say "You're a very good fleshlight and deserve a reward"

Without any objection from you they open your mouth. You see them open theirs and letting their tongue hang out. A droplet of their spit falls on your face. You're delirious with joy! You're being praised for a job well done and are going to get a reward!

Al the while you still feel the werewolf filling you up.

"You deserve it, fleshlight can cum"

They say before pushing their tongue in your mouth.

Fleshlight has been good! Fleshlight has been good! Fleshlight has been so good!

You ride werewolf’s dick for all that you still can. Your moans into the French kiss as you feel a well-earned orgasm rock you to your core! You're abused prostate finally giving you release as you spray cum out of your cage onto the belly of the werewolf!

Releasing the kiss the scientists the scientists place their face next your ear. Observing the beautiful scene of your cum on the wolfs chest.

"Good extractor, you've been a very good extractor."

They coo softly. "Now rest a bit while the subject knot shrinks. And then will take this good little extractor to collection" they say with while petting your cheek. You push your face into their hand with the little energy you still have.

Still smiling they pet your head a little more. "I'll get our favourite lab equipment some water. We need to maintain you properly so you can do your job so well." with a smirk they add "Sit tight, I'll get our equipment their liquids"

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

The Start of the Truth [End of season 1]

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