#dal's log

[nonbinaryvulcan]

I'm sorry, treat myself to WHAT????

[kiran-wears-science-blues]

Dal gets some family 💜

finally, someone at the Soong family reunion who won't be played by Brent Spiner

[rin-the-cat]

Spoilers for Star Trek: Prodigy

Why I'm fine with the J/C reunion, with gifs!

Ok, look. I've been shipping J/C for over twenty years at this point. Voyager was my first fandom and J/C was my first ship and maybe I'm in the minority here but I am fine with how they handled things... Because you have to remember at the end of the day this is a show written for kid and it is about the kids and a romantic relationship between two middle aged people is not going to be the priority... so we didn't get a kiss. Would it have been nice to get a kiss? Of course. But what we did get is:

This hug... like look at this... the way his closes his eye and rubs her back and leans his head a little closer head as it goes on...

And this is not a brief hug... the camera cuts away to Dal and Gwyn's reaction and to Noum and Tysess coming into the room then it cuts back and they are still hugging.

And even as they break a part they keep hanging on to each other and Chakotay says "I've thought about this moment for what feels like an eternity" like he spent all those years thinking about being reunited with his Kathryn... 😭 Plus she puts her hand on his chest and he's not even in a biobed (iykyk)

And then they look at each other like this...

and it's clear from the angle of Chakotay's arm here that he is still touching her

There's also the fact that pretty much any time Janeway, Chakotay, Dal and Gwyn are in the room together the camera will cut from J/C to Dal & Gwyn or from Dal & Gwyn to J/C associating J/C with the show's main romantic pairing... In this scene for example it cuts from J/C to Dal & Gwyn... and after Janeway and Chakotay look at each other in this shot, it cuts to Dal telling Gywn "What ever this reality throws at us, I'm glad I'm in this one with you."

And then there is this shot:

Where Janeway puts her hand on top of Chakotay's while they are literally framed by Gywn and Dal with Dal's personal log in voice over saying "maybe home isn't always a place, it's the people we trust the most."

To me this is "show don't tell" and the thing they are showing us is that these two are in love with each other. To me this is not subtle, this is not subtext. A kiss is not the only way to show that two characters are in love.

There's also the possibility that they were not already a romantic couple when Chakotay left with the Protostar and that it took this separation for them to acknowledge their feelings to themselves. (or possibly just for Janeway to acknowledge to herself how she felt about him, since I think Chakotay was already quite aware of how he felt about her.) That was my assumption all along and if that's the case, give them a chance to process and talk to each other.

Also Holo-Janeway looks so sad here... I'm sure she's happy for Chakotay that finally got home but she also knows she's lost him...😭

[dhampling]

something involving a tiefling tav being teased about having sensitive horns/tail… feel free to combine it with another request or expand as you wish 🫣❤️

“Oh, you like that, don’t you?”

He rolls his fingertips around the base of your horns, soft-circular in touch. The gentle hitch of your breath.

You hadn’t intended for this. Any of it.

But sat between his legs, around the campfire; he’s discovered your soft spot. The turgid seam between your skin and the rough of your horns.

“The others are going to notice.” 

You spit in a whisper, but he breezily continues. Looks at Karlach and nods fondly. 

Astarion isn’t listening to her. You know he isn’t. 

He’s focusing on the small twitches and little grunts he can pull from you, tease you with. Disguised as a series of fond gestures between friends by the fire having imbibed; alight under the starry sky above.

A finger runs featherlight from the base to the tip of your horn and you feel your loins set ablaze. A tidal wave of pure fire. 

You can’t see his face, but you know he knows.

He can smell you. He knows your arousal. Senses sharp as a pin prick. You guess he’s atop the log behind you grinning like a cat.

It’s a casual whisper when he leans in to your ear:-

“If this is just the horns, I can’t wait to see how you keen for me by tail.”

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hello anon!!! i liked this one - i get the sensual aspect, it was fun to explore! i'm definitely tempted to expand if there's interest! thank you <3

dal x

[curiositasmundi]

Oggi ci troviamo in una situazione molto pericolosa. La guerra non è solo un campo di battaglia per le armi, ma anche per l’informazione. Julian è stato messo in prigione per aver pubblicato notizie vere su una guerra impopolare, come era quella in Iraq, dove le forze di occupazione americane controllavano totalmente la narrazione dei fatti”.

Con queste poche parole al Fatto Quotidiano, Stella Moris, la moglie del fondatore di WikiLeaks, centrava l’essenza del caso Assange e WikiLeaks, mentre la guerra in Ucraina era appena all’inizio. Oggi che da Gaza a Kiev, la guerra brucia migliaia di vite innocenti e per Julian Assange è l’ultima chiamata, le parole di Stella rimangono la sintesi perfetta del caso. Sì, perché l’unica ragione per cui Assange non ha più conosciuto la libertà e rischia di perderla per sempre, forse nel giro di pochi giorni o di pochi mesi, è che lui e WikiLeaks hanno esposto le atrocità e le manipolazioni della macchina della guerra su larga scala come mai nessuna organizzazione giornalistica, aprendo uno squarcio profondo in quel “Potere Segreto”, che è il complesso militare-industriale degli Stati Uniti e dei loro alleati. Ma non solo: WikiLeaks non ha rivelato soltanto i crimini del mondo occidentale. Ha esposto anche i massacri dei talebani, la ferocia di al Qaeda e le complicità di tanti Paesi non occidentali nella War on Terror. Per Assange è stata la fine.

Dal 2010 a oggi: dall’arresto all’ultima udienza Inumato da vivo dal 2010, all’età di 39 anni, quando lui e WikiLeaks iniziarono a pubblicare i 700 mila documenti segreti del governo americano. Questa mattina, il giornalista australiano comparirà davanti alla High Court di Londra, per quella che può essere l’ultima udienza sul suolo inglese. Se la High Court confermerà l’estradizione negli Stati Uniti, dove rischia 175 anni di prigione, ad Assange rimarrà solo una possibilità: appellarsi alla Corte europea dei diritti dell’uomo, ma il rischio che possa venire estradato prima che la Corte emetta misure protettive è reale.

I file segreti sulla verità delle guerre americane Le rivelazioni di WikiLeaks, per cui il suo fondatore rischia di passare la vita in prigione, sono tra gli scoop più grandi nella storia del giornalismo. I 91.910 Afghan War Logs e i 391.832 Iraq War Logs, report segreti sulla guerra in Afghanistan e in Iraq rispettivamente, hanno permesso di bucare la nebbia della guerra proprio mentre questa era in corso e non dopo trenta o quaranta anni dopo, quando ormai quei conflitti non interessavano più a nessuno, a parte gli storici di professione, perché troppo lontani nel tempo. Grazie a quei file segreti, abbiamo potuto confrontare quello che la macchina della propaganda ci raccontava su quelle due guerre e quello che accadeva sul campo, secondo il racconto dei soldati americani che li combattevano.

Afghanistan: conflitto perso in partenza Abbiamo così scoperto, per esempio, che già nel 2010 la guerra in Afghanistan era un conflitto senza speranza: dopo dieci anni, le truppe americane e della coalizione Isaf, di cui faceva parte anche il nostro paese, avevano ottenuto così poco che nel distretto di Herat, controllato dagli italiani, le forze di polizia afghane da noi addestrate avevano problemi così seri che molti di loro si univano ai talebani, perché non venivano pagati e non si capiva dove andavano a finire i loro salari. La situazione appariva così compromessa che alcuni arrotondavano con i sequestri di persona. Mentre la propaganda ci raccontava le magnifiche sorti progressive del conflitto afghano, i 91.910 documenti fotografano un fallimento che, undici anni dopo, nell’agosto del 2021, ci avrebbe portato al ritiro. Gli Afghan War Logs ci hanno permesso di scoprire unità segrete mai emerse prima, come la Task Force 373, un’unità di élite che prendeva ordini direttamente dal Pentagono. La brutalità dei raid portati avanti nel cuore della notte da queste forze speciali, aveva prodotto stragi tra forze afghane alleate, bambini e donne, creando un forte risentimento contro gli americani e contro le truppe alleate da parte della popolazione locale. A oggi gli Afghan War Logs rimangono l’unica fonte pubblica per ricostruire attacchi, morti civili ed esecuzioni stragiudiziali tra il 2004 e il 2009, a causa della segretezza di quelle operazioni. E sono una delle pochissime fonti che permettono di ricostruire i civili uccisi prima del 2007, su cui neppure la missione delle Nazioni Unite in Afghanistan, l’Unama, che compila queste statistiche, possiede dei dati affidabili.

Iraq; i morti mai contati e il carcere di Guantanamo Quanto agli Iraq War Logs, hanno permesso di rivelare, tra le altre cose, 15 mila vittime mai conteggiate prima nella guerra in Iraq. Possono sembrare statistiche, puri numeri, in conflitti come quello in Iraq, che ha registrato circa 600 mila civili uccisi e 9,2 milioni di rifugiati e sfollati – ovvero il 37 per cento della popolazione prima dell’invasione americana dell’Iraq – ma quei 15 mila civili mai conteggiati prima erano padri, madri, fratelli. È un diritto umano sapere che fine ha fatto una persona cara. E l’unica giustizia che quegli innocenti hanno avuto, è la verità fatta emergere da WikiLeaks. I documenti segreti sul carcere di Guantanamo Bay hanno permesso di conoscere 765 su 780 detenuti del lager, facendo emergere per la prima volta le ragioni per cui gli Stati Uniti li avevano trasferiti nel campo di detenzione, tra informatori comprati e torture da Inquisizione.

I cablo tra gli Usa e altri Paesi (Italia compresa) Ma le rivelazioni più cruciali sono sicuramente quelle che emergono dai 251.287 cablo: le migliaia di corrispondenze diplomatiche inviate da 260 ambasciate e consolati americani in 180 Paesi, che hanno fatto affiorare scandali, abusi, pressioni, come quelle sulla politica italiana per garantire l’impunità agli agenti della Cia (Central Intelligence Agency) responsabili per il rapimento e la tortura di Abu Omar o i sospetti dell’Amministrazione di George W. Bush che l’Italia pagasse mazzette ai talebani per evitare attacchi ai suoi soldati in Afghanistan. È per questo lavoro giornalistico, e solo per questo, che gli Stati Uniti vogliono seppellire per sempre Julian Assange in una prigione.

[itsmyfandomandilikeit]

Making Up Prodigy Episode Concepts Until We Get a Season 2 Release Date

Transporter clone episode except Dal gets separated into 26 teenaged boys of various species. All of them are uniquely annoying. Several crew members on the Voyager-A request a transfer.

One of the kids accidentally says "Computer, shut down Janeway" to the real Janeway's face. They all spend the next month cleaning conduits.

While in the Delta quadrant, the Voyager-A takes a brief detour to check in on the salamander babies, who are now about the same age as Rok-Tahk. She's excited about meeting them and everyone else, for various reasons, just feels bad.

Gwyn realizes her actions could prevent her own birth and spends about 23 minutes agonizing over the moral responsibility she has to prevent catastrophe even at the cost of her own existence before someone finally tells her that time travel in Star Trek doesn't work that way.

The Rev-12 catches up with the Cerritos. Despite attempts to keep the Catian kitten away from Dr. T'ana, many new expletives are learned.

A remake of the Okona captain's log rant except it's Tysess whining into his personal log about how Janeway spends all her time giving Dal advice now and doesn't pay attention to him anymore.

[vqleriae]

buon 2 giugno to that post that goes if I was Mattarella i would simply tweet "auguri dal queerinale" then log out. buon 2 giugno a lui perché lo penso molto spesso

[daydreaming-en-pointe]

⌦ .｡ guys, the desis are at it again… .:*♡

Pairing: Pavitr Prabhakar x fem!Indian!Reader (Platonic!!) (Gwen, Miles and Hobie are there too)

Type: Oneshot - Fluff

Word count: 1.1k

Warnings: Usage of Hindi ig? (It’s all translated dw) Some cussing, Indian-British jokes and I think that’s it

A/N: I had this in my drafts for a while and only finished it now after eating the spiciest samosa I have ever had in my life so yay :D

I know it makes more sense for Pavi to be a strictly vegetarian Hindu considering how he got his powers, but here he eats chicken and mutton because some of the spiciest Indian dishes I’ve ever tried have meat in them (COUGH COUGH LAAL MAAS)

Also uh I hc that Pavitr’s middle name is Bhim after his uncle bc yk Peter has Benjamin so he has Bhim

“How the hell are you doing this?!”

Gwen forfeited by chugging a glass of water after a bite of the biriyani, joining Miles on the couch where he was still wheezing slightly, his eyes watering and throat burning from the spice.

“They’re bloody insane, Gwendy. They’re Indian and they ‘ave a spice tolerance that could put dragons to shame. Wha’ d’ya expect?” Hobie, sprawled precariously on the edge of the sofa arm, stole a piece from the bowl of butter chicken that lay forgotten on the side, gleefully watching you two. He had done the smart thing and quit fairly early into the round, before the food actually got spicy.

You faced off from Pavitr across the coffee table, sitting cross-legged and eating a bowl of the spiciest biriyani you both had ever tasted. You could see small tears pricking the corner of his eyes. You were almost tempted to call him a coward, but you figured that wouldn’t go so well since you could feel your eyes watering too.

See, if he hadn’t challenged you to a spice-tolerance taste test contest then this wouldn’t be happening. He could’ve kept quiet while you accidentally choked on a samosa and not assumed it was from the spice level (which wasn’t even that high), but noooo. He had to make a comment about how he could take more spice than you could.

So, technically, this whole thing was his fault.

And that was why you both were kneeling at a coffee table in Maya Aunty’s house, stuffing your faces with the spiciest foods you could find. So far, you had gotten through Maya Aunty’s saag paneer and dal makhani without any rice, which would have been a feat in itself… to anyone less competitive.

Hell, you had even gotten through dhansak and vindaloo without batting an eyelid, much less reaching for a glass of water. But for some reason a single bowl of this damn mutton biriyani was making both of you sniffle like sick kittens.

“Didi, I’m going chutney you,” Pavitr gritted his teeth and forced down another bite of the biriyani. You copied his movements, feeling the masala burn in your throat as you swallowed. (Didi means sister, usually a term of respect for someone you consider a sister and they’re older than you)

“Hei bhaghvaan, apni chachi ne ismain kya rakha?” (Oh God, what did your aunt put in this?) You coughed slightly and Pavitr dropped his forehead onto the table, groaning slightly like he was dying. Which, in all honesty, didn’t feel that far from the truth.

“I don’t know! All I know is that biriyani isn’t supposed to be this spicy!”

“‘Ey, Miles. ‘Ow much you wanna bet that Pavitr folds first? ‘E’s practically turnin’ red, isn’t ‘e - y’alright, bruv?” Hobie smirked down at you both, his border flickering. You snorted in amusent then immediately regretted it since some of the masala was now caught in your nose and oh, good grief, you could feel it burning.

Pavitr glared up at him. “You’re one to talk, Hobes. Didn’t you quit when we just started off? Arre, poor little Britisher couldn’t take the heat? Angrezi log ham jaise masale nahi kha sakhte.” (English/British people can’t eat spices like we can)

Hobie raised an eyebrow as Pavitr bit down on a green chilli that had been mixed into the rice and doubled over, tears streaming out of his eyes.

“Maybe it’s best if you call it a draw? I mean-” Miles shut his mouth quickly when you turned to glare at him.

“I’m not stopping till Pavitr Bhim Prabhakar admits that I can eat more spice than him.” You emphasised his middle and last name, narrowing your eyes as Pavitr weakly flipped you off without lifting his head.

Hobie chuckled softly. “Fuckin’ ‘ell, Pavi, she’s bringin’ in the full name. Take it from me, mate, you’re screwed when she does tha’.”

“Shut up before I use your full name,” You warned, turning your wrathful gaze on him. “We both know you wouldn’t want me to do that.”

His eyes widened and he mimed zipping his lips and tossing the key away. Miles looked at you curiously, tilting his head to the side. “Wait, what’s Hobie’s full name?”

“Funny you should ask, Kilometer Morality,” Pavitr muttered under his breath, his forehead still resting on the table. You had learnt about half an hour ago that when Pavitr got a spice overload he tended to make random “snarky” quips which usually didn’t make any sense.

“Yeah, I’m gonna go get some ice cream for when this thing blows up,” Gwen got up from the couch, giving Pavitr a sympathetic pat on the shoulder and moving to the kitchen.

“Wimp,” You muttered to Pavitr as a tear rolled down your cheek. Forget burning, your tongue was almost going numb from the sheer amount of masala that you were trying to ingest.

“Weakling,” He countered as a bead of sweat trailed down the side of his forehead. You shovelled another spoon of the biriyani into your mouth, relief flooding you as the spoon hit the bottom of the bowl. Good, you had almost finished. But would you make it that far?

Pavitr tentatively took a bite and immediately choked, giving in and reaching for one of the two bowls of curd sitting appetisingly in the centre of the table. He was essentially tapping out.

You threw your arms in the air triumphantly, almost giddy with victory. Actually, maybe that was from the spice. Yep, definitely the spice.

You downed the bowl of curd, letting out a long sigh of relief as the cold, thick liquid dowsed your tongue and took the initial edge of the buildup of spice away. Gwen returned just in time to see Pavitr and you lapping at the curd as if you were a pair of stray cats, like the ones you both faithfully fed and played with.

“I take it you won?” She asked you, her eyes sparkling a little bit in amusement as she saw Pavitr drop his head down onto the table the moment he properly realised that he had lost. She slid two cups of vanilla ice cream to you. A little basic, maybe, but still good and definitely a relief to your mouth.

“Barely,” You admitted, taking a small spoon from her. “Arre, Pavi. Don’t feel bad. Hum donon ne apana sarvashreshth prayaas kiya, naa? C’mon, sit up.” (We both tried our best, right?)

“Haan, Didi,” He grumbled sulkily, lifting his chin as you fed him the ice cream from his bowl. (Haan just means yes)

“Let’s do something else. Should we get Hobie to pronounce the names of these foods?”

“Oh, sure, throw the British guy under the bus,” Hobie protested, but a fond smile was tugging at the corner of his mouth as Pavitr chuckled softly.

“To be fair, you are in Mumbattan right now,” You pointed out, and Hobie heaved an exaggerated sigh, a grin already forming on his mouth as he prepared to butcher the pronunciations on purpose to get a reaction out of you and cheer up Pavitr.

“Fair enough. Alrigh’… That’s, uh… that’s sag panner, and that’s…”

@l0starl @hobiebrownismygod @therealloopylupin2099

[dwellinginsilence]

The Chase

I used my MC’s name but it isn’t necessarily connected to my multi chapter. 👀Summary: Haleigha’s been waiting for her fiancé to return from a work training, but there’s someone hunting her. 🔞Warning: Chasing, CNC (but not really, just be careful is that sort of thing is triggering), unprotected sex. MDNI

divider by @cafekitsune

Mo pheata beag- my little pet (mo fat-uh b-yug) Mo eudail- my darling (mo ay-dal) Tha mi a'tighinn- I’m coming. (Sounds like Hah me ah Chee un) cho mì-fhoighidneach- so impatient ( huh mee eu-eetch-noch)

The Chase

The fog is thicker than normal, almost completely obstructing Haleigha’s view. It only adds to the uneasiness she’s felt the entire walk home. Even with the fog thick enough to cut with a knife and the restlessness causing her to jump at every sound, she finds her way home safely. Just as she’s about to enter, the snap of a twig grabs her attention. 

“Love,” she calls out, hoping her fiancé has returned early from another training. “Is that you?”

When she’s answered with only silence, she shakes off the dread and once again begins to open her door. 

Before she can even unlock the door, a pair of strong arms snake around her from behind. She immediately begins to relax into the warmth until she hears a dark chuckle. 

A calloused hand clasps over her mouth just as she looks over her shoulder into a pair of smoldering, brown eyes filled with an unfamiliar hardness. “Hello, pet.”  He nuzzles his nose into her thick hair and breathes deeply, letting out a contented moan. “I’ve been waiting so long to have you to myself.”  He easily picks her up, even with one hand still covering her mouth, then briskly walks to a hidden alcove in the cliff just outside her country home. 

After all the craziness of her years at Hogwarts, Haleigha wanted a quiet life, so she found a little cottage on the outskirts of a hamlet. It’s bordered by a small bit of trees and a pond, but mostly cliffs and hills that give her the privacy she craves. Except now, now she wishes someone might be close enough to hear her scream for help. 

As soon as the man pulls his hand away, she screams which makes him immediately replace it. “Oh, now that’s a naughty pet. I’m trusting you to be a good girl and you go and do that. As long as you cooperate, no one will get hurt.”

She bites back her fear then gives the man a shaky nod. 

He gives her a disarmingly handsome smile in return, momentarily making her forget herself, before he drops his hand. He lets his fingers trail over her lips, he hisses and bites his cheek. “You are exquisite,” he breathes, his lips ghosting across hers, she loses herself in his heady scent and warmth. 

As if suddenly remembering this man is a stranger and not someone she should be getting close to, she gasps  then shoves him with all her might. 

Taken back by her sudden actions, the unknown man stumbles back, loosening his grip on Haleigha. She hesitates, looking back at the man that’s attempted to kidnap her, then she takes off in the opposite direction, into the thick forest. 

She hears his melodic, dark chuckle. She almost stops running to go to him, the brief hesitation makes her stumble. She quickly catches herself, but those seconds cost her. She can hear the heavy beating of his boots on the ground, in response she pushes herself harder. 

Having run into the middle of the forest in the dark hours of night, it’s nearly pitch black. She’s spent days foraging in these woods, so instead of letting the panic overtake her, she stops running, hones in on her surroundings, and remembers the hollowed out log she’d sit on to read. 

Haleigha easily finds the log and squeezes inside. She covers her mouth with her hands to mask her cries and bites her cheek to hold back her heavy pants. 

The man has stopped running, his footfalls are close. He stops only a few feet from the log. “Pet? Come on out, I only want to play. I very much doubt you went farther into the forest, it’s much too unsafe for a sweet morsel, such as yourself.”  He walks deeper into the dark,  it comes back moments later. “Definitely not there. I’m not a fan of hide and seek, pet. I implore you to make this easier on both of us .”

After a few moments of tense silence, he plops down on the log. Haleigha digs her nails into her palm to keep herself from making a sound. 

The man sighs, clearly annoyed. “I don’t have the most patience and I’m losing the little bit I do have.”  He shifts on the log, the wood creaks and cracks under his weight. “I promise, pet, I don’t bite.”  Then suddenly his face is in front of hers, peering at her from the opening of the log. “Much.”

Haleigha yelps and shimmies backward out of her hiding place, but she isn’t quick enough and the man pulls her to stand with an arm around her waist. He smells like the loch near her house which causes her to relax despite herself. 

The man presses her against a nearby tree and grinds his hips into hers. “Fuck, pet. Do you have any idea how long I’ve wanted this?”  He drags his nose up the length of her neck, taking in her scent along the way. 

Her voice abandoned her long ago, so she simply shakes her head even though she’s not sure he wanted an answer. 

His laugh is low and gravelly and he nips her earlobe before replying to her.  “Ages, from the moment I saw you, I knew you were mine. We’re destined for each other, pet.”

She tries to shake her head, but his hold on her neck is too tight, even though he isn’t choking her. “I’m engaged. He’ll be looking for me,” she manages to croak out through her trepidation. 

“Hm,” he mumbles thoughtfully then tightens his hold on her neck. “Do you really think one meager man can keep me from what’s rightfully mine?  He’ll never find you where I’m going to take you.”

He takes her silence as an opportunity to lavish soft kisses along her neck and suck on her collarbone. “I’m going to paint your insides with so much of my seed you’ll smell like me. No man will dare come near you once I’ve finished.”  As his lips brush the shell of her ear, his voice melts her from the inside out

She takes a moment to truly look at the man who’s threatening her. His dark, hooded eyes, messy chestnut hair and thick brows, a strong, prominent jaw, his nose is just slightly crooked near the bridge, and he has perfect Cupid’s bow lips. Despite everything, he may be the most beautiful man she’s ever seen. 

He dips his head to rub his nose against hers. The affection strikes her as strange considering all his other actions. Then he licks her bottom lip with a whole body shudder. “Fuck,” he practically whimpers. “You taste so good.”

Haleigha curses her traitorous body for enjoying how he feels against her and for how weak she is to fight him. 

“You’re going to beg for my cock.”  He gently tilts her head up then softly brushes his lips against hers. They sigh simultaneously. His gentleness quickly shifts into Something desperate and needy. One hand buries itself in her hair to control her, the other deftly undoes the buttons of her trousers and slips between her thighs. He moans gruffly against her mouth as he swirls a finger around her clit. “You’re already so wet for me.”  His lips still touch hers with each word he speaks. 

Haleigha finally gets control of herself and shoves against his chest, but he doesn’t go far considering how much bigger he is. She glares, her lips pursed tightly. “I’m not yours.”  Even as she says it, she can feel her body fighting against the words, rebelling, yearning for him and his dark touch. 

His snort only proves he doesn’t believe her. He easily slide two fingers inside her, an arrogant smirk on his face as she whines and leans against him. “I beg to differ, pet.”  He curls his fingers, putting the perfect amount of pressure on that rough patch of nerves deep inside her that only he’s been able to find, and so effortlessly, as if he’s intimately aware of every erogenous zone she possesses. She body involuntarily shivers in his arms, so he presses a kiss to her temple. “That’s my good girl. Let me give you what we need.”

With strength she didn’t know she had, Haleigha extricates herself from the man’s sinfully delicious touch. 

The more distance she puts between them, the deeper his sneer becomes. His jaw clenches as he steps closer to Haleigha. “You’re mine.”

She shakes her head. “I’m not. I belong to someone else.”

His features turn dark and she swears he growls under his breath. He stalks closer, instead of running, she holds her ground. “That’s a fucking lie and you know it.” He pulls her hair, angling her head to the side then latches on to her neck and works a bruise into the pristine flesh. 

Haleigha clutches onto his cloak for leverage to press their bodies closer together. She feels the curve of his smile against her neck. “Stop.”

The man immediately pulls away, confusion all over his face and she swears worry is mixed in. His calloused hand finds its way around her throat again, confusedly, she relaxes into his touch. He gently grazes her cheek with his fingertips. “Mo pheata beag.”  His voice is low and filled with  adoration, even though she doesn’t speak Scots Gaelic, she feels precious. Then he presses his hard on against her stomach and she feels naughty.  “You’re coming home with me.  Now.”

Haleigha gasps, trying to think  of a way to postpone what she feared was inevitable. “Wait, we duel!”

He actually throws his head back with ruckus laughter. “Duel? Pet, please, you have no chance to beat me.”

“Then you shouldn’t mind accepting.”  She pulls her wand from the holster around her shoulders. “If I win, I go free.”

He bites his lip, obviously considering. “And what do I get when I win?”

“Me.”  She shrugs as though she doesn’t think she’s a good enough prize. 

The man’s nostrils flare slightly. “The only thing worth having.”  Again he kisses her temple, then steps back. A smirk gracing his lips and his eyebrow arched, he pulls his wand from inside his cloak, then carefully takes his cloak off and sets it on a low hanging tree branch. “Time to lose, Mo pheata beag.”

Haleigha, always confident in her dueling abilities, stands tall and puffs out her chest, making the man’s eyes drop for just a moment. She silently raises her eyebrow and he shrugs, sheepishly, at odds with his demeanor so far. 

Not one to waste time, Haleigha casts Bombarda. The man growls as he throws up his shield then reciprocates with a Levioso, which she merely sidesteps. 

She fakes a yawn. “You seemed awfully sure of yourself and that’s the best you can do?”  She sends a Confringo to him, which he dodges. “You should be embarrassed.”

He pops into a perfect stance, his eyes blazing nearly as hot as Haleigha’s Confringo. “Don’t test me, mo pheata beag.”  He then sends a string of spells at Haleigha. Another Levioso, basic cast, Incendio, she throws up a protection charm, blocking the first two spells, but hasn’t anticipated his Incendio and it singes the tips of her hair and she ducks at the last second. 

The man nearly drops his dueling stance, but when she levels him with a hateful glare, he stays put. Haleigha holds a fistful of hair that’s several inches shorter than the other side and points at it with her wand while giving the man an incredulous look. “Are you serious right now?  My hair?”

His fingers twitch and clench, but otherwise his body language is unbothered. “You should’ve blocked it.”

Haleigha huffs at him then sends basic cast after basic cast at him, bombarding him with constant blows. He lets one hit him so he can get his own spell off, but Haleigha tumbles head over heels, then casts a silent Diffindo before he can turn around. 

Immediately, he hisses in pain and blood begins to seep through his shirt. “Fuck, mo eudail.”  He presses his hand to the gaping wound then brings his hand to his face, blood dripping from his fingers. A smile forms on his gorgeous face and instead of casting another spell, he lunges at her and wraps her in his arms. 

Haleigha screams and struggles to get out of his tight hold but nothing works. Finally, she throws her elbow back, catching his jaw.   With a grunt of pain, he lets go of Haleigha then drops to his knees. 

Haleigha  takes two steps then turns back. 

The man looks up at her with a grimace. “You’re free.”  His voice cracks but he doesn’t try to hide his pain. 

Haleigha closes the distance between them then gets to her knees and runs her fingers through his hair and across his jaw. “Sebastian.”  Her voice is a soft coo and the man leans into her touch. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

He looks into her eyes. “Don’t apologize, I love it when you best me.”

She snorts with an eye roll. “I only bested you because you didn’t try.”

“Even if your legs weren’t deadly distracting, the last thing I could ever do is harm my fiancé.”  He lays his head on Haleigha’s shoulder then nuzzles his nose into the crook of her shoulder. 

Haleigha sighs, bemused by the man in her arms. “Shush now, let me heal you.”  She gently places her hand along the seeping wound along Sebastian’s back then whispers several healing charms which immediately begin to take effect.

Sebastian, in a pleasant haze, hums his approval and leans on Haleigha even more. “Merlin’s beard, mo eudail, your healing magic is,” he pauses as he thinks then snorts in amusement. “Well, it’s fucking magic.”

Haleigha offers him a cajoling chuckle. “Aren’t you witty.”  

She moves away from Sebastian so she can stand and he whines in repose and reaches for her. “Come back, I was comfortable.”

She rolls her in an exaggerated manner and places her hands on her hips. “I was not. And somebody got me all worked up.”

Sebastian stands only so he can stalk after Haleigha. “Oh?”

“He promised I’d beg for him.”  She leans against Sebastian’s chest, enjoying his scent that she’d missed so much the last few days. 

He wraps his arms around her, relishing in her scent just as much as she does his. “He did?  Sounds like a cocky bastard.”

She barks out a harsh laugh. “He definitely is that.  I’d gladly give him what he wants, but I’m not letting him between my thighs on the forest floor.”

Sebastian groans then playfully nips at her collarbone. “Then we really should get you home.”

Haleigha lays a soft peck on his cheek then turns on her heel and runs toward the direction of their home. 

“Minx,” Sebastian mumbles as he gives chase. He purposefully doesn’t catch her until they’re practically in their little cottage then he wraps her in his arms from behind as she squeals and giggles. “You can’t outrun me, eudail.”

When he sets her back on the ground, she pulls his face down to her. “I would never want to.”  She doesn’t waste another second before kissing him the way she’s been missing the last few days. 

Sebastian moans into her mouth as he licks her bottom lip and stumbles back, colliding with the side of their house. He grabs handfuls of her backside to pull her against his hardness. He whispers something in Scots Gaelic but Haleigha can’t translate even though she loves hearing him speak it. Most of the time he doesn’t even realize he does it so she always asks for a translation. This time he realizes and tells her what he said before she can ask. “I can’t be away from you that long again.”  His hold tightens almost painfully. “I fucking need you near me.”  He moans again then pins Haleigha to the wall so he can find a bit of relief in the friction between them. 

Sebastian becomes frantic, his need to be as close to Haleigha as possible overwhelming him. He focuses his kisses on her neck, biting gently along the way.  She pulls his hair, adding fuel to the fire. He whispers soft Gaelic words of admiration against her throat, promising to fulfill her deepest needs in the same breath that he calls her a goddess. 

Somehow he finds the will to reign himself in enough to slowly strip her base, leaving bites along each new exposed inch of flesh. 

Haleigha reaches her breaking point, she’s had enough of his teasing and wants him to put his mouth to good use. She tangles her fingers in his hair to encourage him lower and lower. 

Sebastian chuckles darkly, but doesn’t resist.  “Cho mì-fhoighidneach,” he murmurs against her damp skin then nuzzles his nose against her inner thigh.  He needs her just as much, possibly more. 

“Seb, inside.”  She slaps her hand on the door to their home but barely gets the words out over the ache driving her mad. 

Sebastian rises from his knees, looking over her and the sight of him all dark, hooded eyes and swollen lips and flushed cheeks drives her urgency harder. He manages to get them in the door but neither is of mind enough to light the lamps let alone get to their bedroom. They tumble into a wall of books then slide to the floor after Sebastian utters a hasty apology. 

Haleigha urges him onto his back and he goes willingly. She pulls his breeches down just enough for his cock to be free. “I know you like drawing everything out,” she begins as she straddles his lap. Sebastian quirks an eyebrow with an arrogant smirk and places his hands behind his head, more than content to let Haleigha do whatever she wants. “But I haven’t felt you in days. I just need you to fill me up then you can do whatever you want.”

He licks his bottom lip lewdly. “Your wish, eudail.”

As he speaks her nickname, Haleigha slides onto him, reveling in the way he stretches and fills her. 

She circles her hips slowly, her head tossed back, on display for Sebastian’s greedy stare. “Eudail, ride me.”  Even though his voice is deceptively calm, his demand is clear and Haleigha doesn’t keep them waiting. 

Immediately her pace is hard and frantic in return Sebastian roughly slaps her clit then massages tight circles to ease the sting. Her moans cause his toes to curl. 

It doesn’t take long for Haleigha’s body to begin to tense with the head of Sebastian’s cock rubbing the most sensitive parts inside her. 

“That’s it, that’s my girl.”  Sebastian’s words of praise mixed with the deep rumble of his voice push her ever closer.  

Her knees ache from the hardwood floor, but she’s so close. Her moans become desperate as her vision blurs. 

Sebastian slurs profanities and slams his fist against the floor to hold on, his control slipping with each heavy thrust. 

Then Haleigha tenses above him and digs her fingernails into his chest, her walls fluttering tightly around his girth. With her satisfied groan, Sebastian releases deep inside her. 

After a few moments to catch her breath, Haleigha lays her head on Sebastian’s chest, his cock still buried inside her. She hums, contentedly as he runs his fingers through her hair. 

“I have to say I really don’t mind you coming home like that.”  She playfully nips at his chest. 

Sebastian sighs. “I quite enjoy the chase, but I don’t want to have to be away from you to do that.”

“Now that you’re done with training, we don’t have to.”  She rocks her hips against his, feeling him harden. “We can play again now.”

He pulls her in for a slow kiss. “How about this time you chase me?”

[axewchao]

This pic was originally drawn in the mindset of "Ludwig gets found directly after Junior," but it's mostly scrapped in that regard.

Lud's behavior, on the other hand, is still fair game. After he's found, he refuses to get within ten feet of the humans despite his siblings' insistence that they're harmless. He starts keeping a Star Trek-style log of his time in the squishy bipeds' care, taking note of everyone's actions in case something fishy happens. Which it never does.

He's especially wary of "the purple one," as Dal's the one usually taking care of Junior and therefore the one who could easily harm the kid or otherwise take advantage of Junior's trust.

But at the same time... he can't help but be curious. He's never seen a "hyoo-man" before, and based on how the gang described their homeworld, it sounds like they're deathworlders. Which doesn't make any sense; deathworlders, like their name implies, are said to be much, much more vicious. All the time.

So why are these ones acting so kind...?

[nonbinaryvulcan]

*runs up behind you and hits you over the head with a metal chair*

GET BACK HERE YOU ASSHOLE 😤

[the-fandom-crossroads]

Hoyofair Spring 2024 Creator Links!

Like last Hoyofair I'm making a post linking to the youtube channels of each project shared at hoyofair! Be sure to follow the creators and support their main channels so they can keep making amazing projects like these!

Galactic Abyss Chronicles - 神·潜行瞬杀 and others

I actually found the director, head animator, and head modeler on Bilibili! Here Real proud of myself because he has no accounts on the western internet. He hasn't posted the full short on his account yet but he does have a fananimation for the Apex Legends X FFVII Rebirth collab.

From what I can tell this is also the first Genshin related animation he's done which is cool. The rest of the creators seem to be from the CN fandom as well although I could not find their Bilibili's from a quick search

Ranked DayCare - by No_Tables

Their first Hoyo short was at Hoyofair 2023. So it's great to see them back with a new bit. Now with Klee!

Moonlit Bamboo Forest - Passion Paris

So this is apparently an Academy Award winning Animation studio!? Passion Pictures is the studios name and the Paris branch animated this short. We have legit 2D animation studios submitting Shorts to Hoyofair now. Wow!

Needless to say this was the short with the most unique animation style. And one of my top favorites this year.

Trial by Combat - ???

So this one seems to be just a collab of a bunch of animators. Like I can't find the project manager online (too generic a name for google). The head animator has a twitter but Twitter changed at somepoint where it won't let me view a direct link to someones profile without being logged in. I ain't creating a twitter for this rabbit hole. his username is rabbitoldman if you want to look him up. But he hasn't made any tweets with the word genshin as far as google's concerned.

I just can't find one sorry.

Progenitor: The Surface - dillongoo

Ex- RWBY animator returns with episode 3 of his "if genshin was a cyberpunk anime" series. The first two episodes hit so hard and the 3rd episode does not disappoint!

Realm of Faith: Live Actually - Type Zero Inc

Another legit animation studio for the animation. They don't have a youtube so i don't know if they'll ever upload the full version anywhere other than hoyofair.

But! The two songs have been posted on the singers youtubes with longer versions!

majiko(Furina), 4s4ki(Lumine), Wolpis Carter(Venti)

Chogakusei (Wriothesley), Amatsuki (Childe), 96Neko (Arlecchino)

Domain 404 - LucHD

Their first and only other Hoyofair short was shown over a year ago at hoyofair 2022. But Luc has returned with a full 4 minute short filled with Spiral Abyss and other meta in jokes. Diluc out here maining a C6 Bennett lol.

TitanSlayers: Edge of Oblivion - Kieru

Kieru once again turns in an amazing action packed animation. The last one was the Persona spoof with Lyney and Lynette. But my favorite of theirs is Cyno vs Anubis and the Gods

Shenhe Awaken - Rhinocore

They made a previous short for Hoyofair but that one was never posted to a youtube channel other than hoyofair. So I'm going to assume they don't have a youtube and this one is just going to say on Hoyofair as well.

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And that's all the Creators from this Hoyofair! It was less creators than the winter one but I feel like that might be because multiple shorts are nearly 10 minutes.

But which one was your favorite? Do you like the change to less but longer shorts? Or do you wish they went back to more shorts 2-5 minutes long? Let me know in the tags! And be sure to follow all these guys on their youtube's so you can see the teaser trailers they post a few days before each Hoyofair.

[fate-motif]

it's so funny that dal recorded all his salt against okona in a captain's log. like of course he's going to do it, he was asked to by holo janeway to get him in the habit of logging everything. but also you know these logs are going to be historical artifacts. they're leading a pretty intense manhunt for an experimental ship during a diplomatic crisis. and they're going to include dal fantasizing about throwing okona out an airlock.

[dalamusrex]

So, those who follow my personal blog are aware, and I know I'm not required to give details, but I've been thinking about letting people know and now's as good a time as any:

My dad was hospitalized for Acute Pancreatitis late at night on the 4th of August, after experiencing increasing pain for several days prior which he mistakenly originally thought was food poisoning. (And several incidents of "food poisoning" over the last year which were likely this pancreatitis beginning). Only once it became excruciating did he ask to be taken to the hospital, and by then it had caused some damage to his kidneys, liver, and GI tract. The cause is, they suspect, a gall stone which got stuck in the duct and eventually was passed.

Most people, with care, recover from Pancreatitis within 3 or 4 days, but my dad's been in the hospital for about 10, and they said he shouldn't leave without gallbladder removal surgery, but can't seem to get him to reach a point where they feel safe performing the surgery. So there's currently no discharge date in sight.

He was in the ICU over the weekend because the IV fluids they needed to help calm his pancreas was backing up into his lungs and causing breathing issues, and the nurses were too busy to keep up with his pain medicine. I think the fluid issue has been resolved? He's only recently been taken off all pain medication, finally able to bear being without it even if it still hurts. He should be moved out of the ICU today, if not tomorrow.

He is stable right now, but in pain, and taking longer to recover than is comfortable.

On top of that, I'm still unemployed, and I need to fix that ASAP but, yknow, no one wants to hire anymore, so it's been slow going.

I still log onto tumblr almost every day, bc Dal is a comfort to me even if I'm not actively writing/drawing for him.

I have it in my mind I want to participate in the currently ongoing TES Summer Fest even if I will be late for every post. And, of course, BG3 Dal is over here. One day I'll play ffxiv and write/draw for that Dal, and I have ideas for Modern Dal I just haven't posted to his blog yet. I haven't been able to sit still long enough to organize my thoughts into cohesive headcanons.

So I'm still here, I'm just overwhelmed at the moment. I appreciate everyone's patience with asks and replies, and I appreciate that people still have an interest in Dal despite my slowed activity.

I know people are often unsure what to talk about when serious subjects are present (not wanting to feel "cold" by changing the subject from serious matters), but I promise Dal is always a safe, even preferable, subject to bring up with me, whenever you want, wherever you want. If you want to remind me of an RP we had 8 years ago, please do. If you saw a bug outside that made you think of Dal for whatever reason, I wanna know. Don't feel like asking for an RP or sending asks is somehow cold or callous; it's a nice distraction even if I'm slow to respond.

[dragonbleps]

ok this is like the 3rd time this week, and 2nd time today that tumblr has kicked me out and forced me to re-log. I have 2FA at least but this is starting to feel weird

and it's just this blog/tab, too. I've only been kicked out of Dal's once, same browser different tab

[trekacademy]

We knew that Julian Bashir, an augment allowed to remain in Starfleet, would be a precedent concerning Dal, but it was never mentioned on-screen. The latest Admiral's Log on Instagram clears things up a bit.