#int. indigo.

[ranger-kellyn]

it's like i so badly want to work on my scarlet/violet fic but whenever i pull up the docs i just...freeze

[blakelivelygf]

vistara has never been on time but it is has also never done anything wrong in its life

[blcssom]

he starts to laugh until she mentions unintentional arson, and suddenly his expression is solemn again. "..... okay, maybe you shouldn't say that before you've actually gotten the job." but, thankfully, their office is outfitted with sprinklers. crossing the lobby, he hits the elevator call button with one brow arched. "you're not, actually. most of the girls i run into at a coffee shop leave me alone." which he generally prefers, but he hasn't minded her intrusion as much as he thought he would. "i'm not technically your boss yet, so i don't think that counts."

"you'll have to share some of yours someday then, boss. at least, until then, i already know how you like your coffee, so i can make sure to cheer you up if i end up burning your business down someday in a freak printer accident." the blonde giggled, shaking her head as the joke went over his head. "ahh, so he's a romantic," indigo smirked, eyes shimmering with curiosity as she slipped through the door he held open, noting he didn't let it slam in her face. this time. "ouch. just say i'm like all the other girls you run into at the only coffee shop in town, that would hurt a little less. not off to a good start proving the 'nice boss' reputation to be true."

[thejestofit]

hello, Hello!!

I'm the owner of this blog! You can call me Jest or Jester, but I don't go by anything specific^^

Let's start with who can and can't interact!

(This also counts as what I can write for, but only fanoms I've mentioned by name)

CAN (INT)

-Garten of Banban

-Poppy Playtime

-Dayshift at Freddy's

-Five nights at Freddy's

-Rainbow Friends

-The Amazing Digital Circus

-KinitoPET

-Childs play

-Sally Face

-Amanda the adventurer

-Undertale/Deltarune

-Minecraft

-Baldi's Basics

-Mr Hopps playhouse

-TAWOG

-MSM (My singing monsters)

-Amphibia

-The Owl house

-Gravity Falls

-Indigo Park

-anyone basically who isn't problematic or has an overly problematic fandom!

DON'T (DNI)

-The basic DNIs (p3d0s, cr3eps, pr0shippers/c0mshippers, ect.)

-Z00s

-Racists

-Transphobes

-homophobes

-anybody with a really problematic fandom

Getting the dos and don'ts aside– hello, yes, I am both a writer and an artist! There are rules to what you can and can't request!

Can

-Ships

-one-shots

-drabbles

-scenerios

-headcanons

-platonic/romantic stuff

-yanderes

-anything that can be fit with the upper things!

(More to be added)

Don't

-pr0ships/c0mships

-disgusting stuff

-NSFW/NSFT

-I can not do request for fandoms I'm not in or haven't been in due to the lack of knowledge

anything that romanticizes disabilities or fetishizing them.

-abuse

-sa/anything related to that

(More to be added)

If you do send in a request, I will need you to specify what you want it to be (art or writing, ect.)

Ok so– let's put down a ground with ships?-

I'm fine with any and all ships! (Aslong as they aren't problematic)

I go by He/him/they/them

-My birthday is on January 19 (01/19)

Requests are open! If you're interested, please do request as I am currently running on three(3) tamales and mango juice^^

[aftermathfanfic]

DnDucks 2

Did this again, this time for Lena, Violet, Della and Magica de Spell! Information is under the Read More thing.

I feel like I should do something with these.

Lena Sabrewing

Floating above you is a duck with a luminescent white and blue costume, her eyes and the tips of her front head-feathers gleaming with magical power.

Age: 18 (mentally) Alignment: Chaotic Good Class/Level: Sorcerer 6 (arcane bloodline) Ability Scores: STR 10, DEX 15, CON 14, INT 13, WIS 8, CHA 18

Once the unwilling shadowy servant of Magica de Spell, Lena Sabrewing is an accomplished sorceress and one of the most powerful allies of House McDuck. Specifically, her loyalty is to Webby Vanderquack, with whom she is practically an older sister to. She has eschewed most of the formal titles offered to her, content with having a normal life – or as normal as one’s life can be in Duckland.

Unlike the other characters I’ve discussed, Lena is not a duck – technically, she is what is known as a “fetchling”, a being crafted entirely from shadowstuff. As a fetchling, she has slight resistance to cold and electricity, and she can blend into darkness to become harder to see and hit. She can use her innate shadow magic to weave illusory disguises, though she is loathe to use these abilities, preferring to use magic unrelated to shadow.

As a sorcerer, Lena can use her magic much more often than a wizard or cleric at the cost of a much more limited spellbook. She only has a handful of spells in her repertoire, which she uses in creative and efficient ways, such as flying invisibly in the sky, unnoticed until she rains a shower of magic missiles down on her opponents. She also uses her magic to mess with people when she’s bored – causing object to levitate, turning your house keys invisible, that sort of thing.

Violet Sabrewing

This indigo-feathered warrioress points her crossbow at you from afar, her eyes cold, calculating, yet curious.

Age: 16 Alignment: Neutral Class/Level: Ranger 3/Wizard 1 Ability Scores: STR 12, DEX 17, CON 14, INT 14, WIS 14, CHA 8

Another friend of Webby, Violet is one of the Woodchuck rangers of Duckland, tasked with protecting the natural world from monsters, magic, and all manner of unnatural creations. They eschew the divine magics employed by rangers in other parts of the world, instead relying on their weapon skills, traps, and their allies.

That, however, changed for Violet when she discovered an enchanted amulet, once wielded by the shadow witch Magica de Spell. Through that amulet, she discovered a world of untapped power, and she began fervently researching the arcane, the eldritch, and the unknown. She even discovered a talent for arcane spellcasting, studying as a novice wizard alongside training as a ranger.

Crossbows are Violet’s weapon of choice, and she has learned to use them with incredible efficiency. She can shoot, reload, and shoot a crossbow again faster than most people can blink, and she specialises in taking down the undead. Her magical focus, in fact, is the art of necromancy, which she can use to weaken her foes and control wandering undead.

Della Duck

This dishevelled duck wears a blue scarf and a pilot’s outfit, with a pair of goggles resting on her forehead. Her left leg is a metallic, roughshod contraption.

Age: 42 Alignment: Chaotic Good Class/Level: Fighter 8/Artificer 4 Ability Scores: STR 15, DEX 15, CON 13, INT 15, WIS 8, CHA 15

Della Duck is the twin sister of Donald, mother of the Duck triplets, and a ferociously ambitious adventurer. She was thought dead for many years after an experiment gone awry stranded her on the Astral Plane for ten years. She isn’t quite as reckless as she used to be, having learned from her mistakes, but she hasn’t lost her adventurous edge.

Della is primarily a fighter, accustomed to fighting blade to blade. She no longer fights with her magic sword Asteria, which is now in Dewey’s hands, but with a longspear built from a meteoric metal, gifted to her by a friend she met in the stars. She also has a few levels in artificer – stranded in the Astral Sea, she had to build a rocket to get back home herself, with very little help, and she picked up a few tools of the trade in the process.

Della is not afraid to leap head-first into combat. She eschews the shield in favour of two-handing her spear, using it to knock aside enemy blows and skewer her foes. Her artificer magic allows her to quickly construct magic items or enhance her gear with power, making her a force to be reckoned with on the battlefield.

Magica de Spell

Cackling above you, this mad witch sports a midnight black dress and has sickly green feathers. In her hands is a black sceptre, with a glowing violet gem at its tip.

Age: ??? Alignment: Chaotic Evil Class/Level: Sorcerer 18 (shadow bloodline) Ability Scores: STR 8, DEX 14, CON 14, INT 14, WIS 10, CHA 20

One of the most feared enemies of House McDuck, Magica de Spell is an accomplished and deadly sorceress whose speciality is in shadow magic. She can bring shadows to life, conjure impenetrable darkness, step into one shadow and reappear from another… her powers are almost limitless. And there is rumour that she now tries to push the limits of her magic even further, in an attempt to cheat death itself.

Like most arcane spellcasters, Magica relies heavily on her magical abilities to get through combat. She has no martial prowess to speak of, but neither does she need it – few have the opportunity to get close to her before being blasted by shadowy lightning, accosted by shadow monsters, or just simply disintegrated by her magics. Her arrogance is almost always her downfall, underestimating her enemies or lacking the foresight to come up with escape plans beyond just teleporting away.

Her retinue of servants consists primarily of shadowy undead that sap the strength from their victims. Very rarely does she enlist the help of more intelligent or powerful servants, and she never makes an alliance with a fellow sorcerer. She knows full well that, like herself, her peers rarely honour sworn oaths when limitless power is on the line.

[wlwindie]

they pulled her closer and sighed. despite wanting so badly to kiss her, indigo pulled them both inside of her tiny apartment. shutting and locking the door behind them, before walking nita back up against the closed door. "can we not speak on a rather messy breakup right now?" indigo laughed. hands caressing the other's side as she then moved to kiss her neck. pecking there, moving up to lock eyes with her as their lips hovered over each other. "may i?"

" i know you do , " nita replies , smile forming wider & wider , as a light sigh leaves her lips , noticing them come closer to her -- soon enough , her hands are at their waist , keeping them there as her eyes glance at their lips , then their eyes . " gonna let me in ? " she whispers , cheeks filled with warmth at their words . " says the one who hasn't called me since the breakup . "

[willwoodlover222]

What you can expect here!

Hey! Welcome to my silly blog. I mainly reblog stuff and mess with my epic friends Super and Alex!!! I post about me and my friends series!! The main series I might post about is Isle of Incarnates (IOI) I dont only post about these though! I'm in quite a few fandoms. I mainly just repost things I find cool! Some of the other things you can expect to see here are: Will Wood (save me aijgruuhjdgdhuj) Ultrakill Indigo Park Regretevator One Wheat Mark And occasionally FPE & ISAT! I might be more active on Twitter, so make sure to check me out there!

[chris-ate-jam]

Information!~

Hello!! I am yet again re-doing my blog boundaries/info, so apologies if I keep doing this but I swear this should be the last one I do

Please call me; Chris / JaRH

[Last updated : 1/13/25]

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INTERESTS:

- Fortnite

- hermitcraft

- FNaF

- Indigo park

- bendy and the ink machine

- Dark Deception

- Marvel

- Roblox Pressure

- and a ton more

INT:

- Artists

- Gamers

- roleplayers

- Literally anyone (except those on DNI list)

DNI:

- Ai artists

- Z00PHILES

- toxic people

- THOSE hazbin / helluva fans

- Wilbur s00t + Dream fans

- Pr0shippers

INFO ABOUT ME!!

- I like; fluffiness, teddies, art, video games, Fortnite

- I like lore and storyline in games/shows

- My favourite colours are Red, Purple, blue and green

MAINS!

-Fortnite: The origin, Cube assassin, Raven team syd, agent jones

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[lindsayrps]

too close to the fire

after a few days here, indigo loses count of how many men go down.

a few months and the numbers become so unfathomable that he tries not to think about it. he compartmentalizes it, pushes it deep down into a box in the dark recesses of his mind where it doesn’t bother him when it’s not supposed to. it’s the only way to survive, really, and he knows that he’s one of the lucky ones to be able to do this without it interfering with his ability to get the job done day in and day out. if he thinks about it too much, he’ll start thinking about how he might not be so lucky next time and it could be him bailing out and floating somewhere over germany as he watched his plane dive and go up in flames, leaving those he’d left behind to grapple with his fate, whatever it might’ve been.

death would’ve been a mercy, then, because he thinks that is the worst thing he could’ve done to anyone, eliza included.

but another mission goes south like they all seem to lately. he doesn’t know how many men make it back but it’s less than what they’d left with. all he knows is he’s lucky to make it back in one piece, even luckier to be able to land his plane on the runway without crashing it, an engine sputtering after a spray of flak somewhere over germany. he takes a minute for himself, in the cockpit, watching as the mechanics zoom across the runway in their jeeps towards them before climbing out as they come to a stop in front of his plane.

"how bad is it?" he asks, pulling off his helmet.

"not the worst I’ve seen but," one of them starts, ducking under the wing to get a closer look at some of the damage. "you’re not gonna be flyin’ it for a while, at least."

indigo glances skyward. of course he would get grounded, at worst, or have to find a new bird to fly, something that is only marginally better. he sighs. "right, thanks guys."

he steps away, watching as the returning men load themselves into the back of trucks to head for interrogation without saying so much as a word to each other. indigo thinks he’ll climb on the one david’s standing in front of but he waves them off and stands there, instead, hands on the back of his head and staring out into the open field across from them.

"you good?" indigo asks, approaching from the side.

david shrugs and, for a second, indigo thinks he’ll just leave it at that and they can go but then he says, "you know how many went down?"

"no."

"too many." a pause. "another empty cot, another footlocker sent home, another moment of silence at the club. gettin’ real tired of it, man."

"i know." indigo isn’t really sure what else there is to say. he’s been there, too, packing up personal belongings, writing letters to loved ones back home to give them the worst news they could possibly ever hope to get from someone they don’t even know but who knew their father, brother, son, husband. "we’re all tired."

david scoffs, hands dropping from his head to his waist as he fully turns towards indigo. "that’s all you’ve got to say?"

"hatch, come on." he thought they’d been over this weeks ago with rex. he had been the idiot pulling flak out and bleeding all over the place, it wasn’t something that david should’ve had to bear witness to but he’d known the risks—they all had and they’d still climbed into those planes time and time again. this was never going to be a walk in the park. none of them should’ve ever thought it would’ve or should’ve been.

"how many of your friends have to die before you start showin’ some damn emotion, huh?" david challenges, "who’s it gonna take? sid? elliot?" a beat, "me?"

"you think i don’t give a shit? that i don’t think about what I’d have to say in a letter to your folks if i ever had to send one?" indigo asks. "it’s all i think about when i wake up every morning."

"could’ve fooled me."

"you’re a real bastard, you know that, right?" indigo fires back, anger climbing. they’ve never fought before, not over this. indigo trusted david with his damn life and if he had to climb into a plane with him with everything on the line, he knew he wouldn’t even question it for a second. that he was doubting how much indigo cared about him, or any of the other men, and their wellbeing during every mission was, frankly, insulting. at this point, he thinks david is goading him into an argument, a reason to throw punches and get all of that anger out and he doesn’t want to do it anymore. "get on a jeep to interrogation or i’ll drag your ass there myself."

it’s all but an order and a threat, though, indigo doesn’t bother looking back when he walks away. he goes to interrogation and, a few hours later, gets a better update on the status of his plane. still looking at being grounded for more than a few days but they’d probably have something else he could fly in the meantime, if he wanted.

he didn’t know if he did.

by nightfall, indigo thinks he’s calmed down enough from his row with david to go for a drink at the club. it’s more subdued than usual but that’s to be expected and most of the usual crowd isn’t here. he thinks he saw elliot at the clubmobile listening to jazz records with the red cross girls on his way over and sid was probably in his bunk reading whatever book he could get his hands on, a tactic he does to wind down after missions indigo’s learned. not having to make any stops along the way, he quietly winds his way to the bar and signals for two drinks. david sits on the end opposite him, flicking his lighter open and shut but not bothering to light a cigarette up.

when the drinks are set down in front of him, indigo quickly picks them up and works over to the other side of the bar, sliding onto the stool next to david. silently, indigo pushes one of them towards him before lifting the other to take a drink. david contemplates the glass in front of him, as if he was trying to assess whether indigo had had the time to poison it in the time it took for him to get from one end of the bar to the next but decides, apparently, that it wasn’t possible before downing most of it in one go.

"we good?" david asks.

"yeah," indigo says, "we’re good."

[vanneliese]

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ a este punto no le interesa mucho si contraria miente por convivir o evitar herir sus sentimientos, por eso acepta las palabras con el corazón y regala una sonrisa sincera. ' gracias. ' supone que no está tan mal si a alguien le gusta, así sea la única persona en aurelia que lo diga en voz alta. ' son flores. me basé en los arreglos que andan por aquí. ' le alegra saber que sus manchas de pintura al menos parecen algo. ' el tuyo es precioso. ¿eres artista? '

ha encontrado entretenimiento en aquella actividad, principalmente porque no parece ser el espacio en el que las personas van a hacer negocios o hablar de los últimos escándalos de aurelia. propio lienzo se ve cubierto en distintas letras, con diferentes tipos de caligrafía y colores, sin un orden específico y superpuetas entre sí a lo largo del espacio blanco. contraria roba su atención y mirada viaja de facciones femeninas hacia lo que enseña. "a mi me gusta." admite, sincera. "me recuerda a algo... ¿qué es exactamente?" resalta con genuina curiosidad. @vanneliese.

[ottomozersoccer]

Kin List, Notes, and Boundaries (Last update: 1/?/25)

Red = Doubles DNI Green = Doubles INT Blue = No mediamate interaction at all (CURRENT FRIENDS CAN STILL INT) Purple = I REALLY want mediamate interaction *I have at least one memory as them ~AU kin/Very detached from canon canon

Unless red or blue, mediamates are ALWAYS welcome ^_^

*Hatsune Miku (Vocaloid) *A-90 (Doors/Rooms) *Crooked Peach (The Abandoned Factory 0: Nevermore) [Emma from base FNAW is grouped into this] Pomni (TADC) The Princess (Slay The Princess) The Player (Slay The Princess) *Sea Fairy Cookie (Cookie Run: Ovenbreak) Gregoriah (Regretevator) *Infected (Regretevator) Holly Gruel (Databrawl) *Glass Joe (Punch-Out!!) *Screemu (My Singing Monsters) *Whaill (My Singing Monsters) *Rambley Raccoon (Indigo Park) *Dandy 704 (Chipspeech) *Bad Banana (Darkenmoor) *Dee Klatt (Chipspeech) ~Turbo (Wreck-It Ralph | ~Vocaloid) *Berserker (Town of Salem 2) Rosemary (Pillar Chase 2)

Other Notes:

NON-KIN FANS OF THE BLUE STUFF CAN INT !!

You're free to call me by any of my kin names! The only exceptions are Miku, Joe, Gregoriah, and Infected/Kasper.

Purple for Crooked Peach is less "Mediamates interact" and more "Horrorbrew kins in general interact" since I'm the only person in the TAF0N fandom. so horrorbrews uhhh pspspspspsps

I content tag A-90 and Crooked Peach for body horror but I do not tag Whaill and will not. You may block me if you have an issue with this.

I am EXTREMELY uncomfortable with SeaMoon. I don't mind shippers interacting with me (I mean considering that's most of the fandom anyways) but I am not the person to discuss it with AT ALL bring that to literally any other cookie run fan please.

Regretevator has become a discomfort for me and I keep the tags for it blocked. I am only willing to talk about it if I decide to bring it up myself.

The vessels I feel the strongest connections with are The Deconstructed/Damsel and The Nightmare. The voice I feel the strongest connection with is The Voice of The Opportunist.

[cagemasterfantasy]

Faerie Dragon

Tiny Dragon, Chaotic Good

Ac: 15

Hp: 14 (4d4+4)

Walking speed 10ft Flying speed 60ft

Darkvision 60ft

Str: 3

Dex: 20

Con: 13

Int: 14

Wis: 12

Cha: 16

CR: 1 for a red orange or yellow Faerie Dragon, 2 for a green, blue, indigo, or violet Faerie Dragon

[what-a-weird-rose]

Dorlene: The Things I Get Caught Doing (Always with You)

Pairing: Dorcas Meadowes / Marlene McKinnon

Rating: E

Prompt: Caught

Word Count: 1382

Marlene pulls her school-mandated skirt up over her knees. Mornings are difficult for various reasons, least of all her hatred of the dress code. She scans the dorm again before snatching her bag off the floor and turning to book it for class.

Tick. Tick.

Marlene halts in her tracks- turning quickly to look at the small window in the dorm. A small owl sits on the sil, looking sadly in as if to guilt her into letting the pitiful thing in; she considers going on her way. Marlene considers until she spots the dark purple seal on the letter and realizes that the damned bird is as shady as its owner.

Dorcas’ family seal is of some fancy, rich-person flower that only blooms once every million years -or something like that- and she always uses thick indigo wax, like the pretentious know-it-all she is. Marlene loves how the seel rips from the paper and falls into her drawer with all the other purple flower wax seals. She revels in how the small owl plucks sad little rat ears -she loved watching Peter watch her as she bought them- to gobble at as she absorbed the letter. A letter that really failed to provide much of anything.

'Shades of red look nice on you; Every night, I feel only blue. I recall my cowardice, If only I was willing- If only I were brave, To look you in the face And tell you what you’ve made. A mess of me, A fool for you You don’t even know As you pass me in the hall. Someone'

Marlene reads each word individually, together, and not at all as she watches the letters drift apart and reemerge.

'A package will arrive for you soon; it shouldn’t interrupt any meals, but if it does, you might want to take it somewhere private before opening it. Dorcas P.S. Did you like my poem? Regulus has gotten into poetry but says I lack finesse- I just like my message to get across quickly.'

Marlene giggles, then sighs and turns to the owl that seems to be getting antsy.

“Does she want a reply?” Marlene asks, already knowing the answer.

The owl takes off through the open window, hooting smugly- she notices her treat pouch has been ransacked.

“Who’s owl are you anyway?” She yells back, kicking the pouch under her bed as she runs for Charms- ten minutes is enough to learn, yeah?

Charms comes and go, and Marlene receives a detention with Flitwick and Sirius -who did Merlin knows what to get on Flitwick’s nerves.

Marlene gets through potions with little incident, although it likely helps that she actively ignores the instruction portion of the lesson in favor of learning through trial and error. She explodes two and a half cauldrons before she is made to sit in the back.

Then, at 12 o’clock on the dot, as she gets settled in her seat on the long Gryffindor bench, a large eagle owl swoops down from the heavens with a package barely larger than her hand.

Both Sirius and James shoot up from their spots on the bench. Marlene made to shove the box into her bra before realizing they had two fat bags of -likely- sweet they were off to deliver to Remus in the hospital wing like reverse Halloween. She relaxes just barely until she turns her head to stare into the all-knowing eyes of Lily Evans -the same Lily Evans that haunts her nightmares.

Lily stares at her openly and with severe disappointment as if she knows what is in the mystery box.

“Whatcha got there Mar?” Mary asks airily, stabbing her fork in the general direction of food.

“Ah, just a little thing, y’know,” she says anxiously, scooting over slightly to make a quick escape if necessary. “Something my, uh, my mum sent over, yeah?”

Mary looks up and nods, though her eyes squint questioningly, “sure,” she says soundly, thoroughly unconvinced.

“Okay. . . bye.” Marlene makes a mad dash out of the Great Hall and toward the nearest bathroom, slipping in as subtlely as Marlene McKinnon has ever been capable of.

The little device slips out of its case and into her hand easily- falling onto the palm of Marlene’s open hand with very little fanfare. It’s small, barely bigger than her middle finger, though a bit thicker; it’s solid and curved just slightly as if mimicking a crooked finger. Also within the box is a small slip of parchment.

'Tap twice with your wand. Meet me in the room.'

Marlene does so, almost expecting the thing to transport her itself. Instead, the little device gives a short buzz and then vibrates viciously, shaking with vigor in her open hand. She grasps the box again and reads closely as the words fun, bedroom, and excitement show up, and -she really shouldn’t be surprised at this point- Dorcas has sent her a vibrator.

Holy fuck.

Marlene shakes her head, turns around, locks the door with two locking charms, and laughs maniacly- in that order.

Well, what’s the worst that could happen? Marlene thinks to herself, already coaxing the little thing to her hole.

Apparently, it is very hard to focus on classes when you have a vibrator in your cunt- who would’ve thought?

It buzzes and hits the right spot at every opportunity, leaving no chance to reprieve. Marlene got to the point of stuffing her hand into her mouth to stifle a small amount of the noise- it’s not enough to keep those in her immediate radius oblivious.

She flips off three different people before classes are out.

Eventually, though, the day finishes and Marlene wanders many stairs to the old abandoned classroom she and Dorcas used.

The place is as stuffy as usual, but something is comforting about the familiar way the air stands stagnant- as if it is stuck in time, unaffected by the changes around it.

She takes a step and feels the vibrator run directly across her clit.

Her voice feels insanely hoarse as she cums, legs trembling beneath her.

Marlene rolls her eyes, looks at the door, and decides that Dorcas should be early if she wants in on the good stuff.

The vibrator works overtime stimulating her clit while being pumped in and out of her cunt at unnatural speeds. Marlene spits down in between her legs, using the momentum to press the device just slightly more into her clit before pulling off entirely.

Her high settles angrily, leaving her literally on the edge of orgasm.

Marlene hears something faintly in the background, but as she relaxes the device back on her clit, the sound becomes irrelevant.

“Ahem.” She hears as she pulls the vibrator off her clit for the fourth time. Marlene looks over quickly to the door and watches as Dorcas walks gracefully from where she is standing to where Marlene lies spread on the old professor’s desk. “Having fun?”

“Yes.” Marlene answers truthfully, resisting the urge to continue on her little game.

“Continue, then.” Dorcas says shortly, brushing her fingernails down Marlene’s forearm. “I told you last time I get you a good orgasm, and here we are.” She lowers herself to whisper in Marlene’s ear, “You oughta cum good for me.”

Marlene shoves the vibrator against her clit, using the longer side to pump into her cunt.

Over and over and over and over, she pumps into herself as Dorcas stands beside her, whispering words of encouragement while -not so- subtly rubbing herself.

“Fuck.” Marlene says as her high almost topples over; Dorcas brushes her hair back and leans in to kiss her lips.

“Next time, cum.”

Marlene nods, feeling quite satisfied as Dorcas makes work of sucking on her neck.

The device sits nicely in her cunt and stays well enough, angled to viciously rub her clit while her hands caress Dorcas’ face.

Dorcas reaches a hand down as Marlene lifts off the desk to attack her next and lays a flat hand on the vibrator, pushing it right up and into Marlene’s overstimulated clit and-

Fuck.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Her legs shake aggressively as she rides the orgasm that pulls her in and out of consciousness.

“Did you?”

“Not about me, idiot.”

“You did, didn’t you?”

“Obviously I did.”

[wlwindie]

"noted." indigo snickered. "excuse me for trying to be discreet. next time i'll just pull you in for a kiss instead. bold enough?"

“ liking   pictures   isn't   enough   for   me   to   know   you're   trynna   get   with   me. ”

[feathers-little-nest]

URL Song Tag

YESSSSS I WAS TAGGEDDD by my dear @sam-glade here MUAHAHAHHAHA

I love that game

RULES: spell your url with song titles and then tag as many people as there are letters.

A – All the King's Horses – Blind Guardian

N – 人間辞職 (Ningen jishoku) – Boku no Lyric no Boyomi

O – Oh My Dear Lord – The Unlikely Candidates

T – Tears in Rain – Tarja

H – How May I Serve You? – Frederik Wiedmann

E – Eclipse – WagakkiBand

R – Reason Living – SCREEN mode

W – Wzięli zamknęli mi klub – Kwiat Jabłoni

H – Hill 3234 – Sabaton

I – IZANA – WagakkiBand

T – Tír na nÓg – Celtic Woman, Oonagh

E – Echo – Crusher-P

H – Horse Race – Zhou Yu

O – Old Maui – Brave the Sea

L – Lament of Orpheus – Darren Korb

E – 惡之花 (È Zhī Huā) – ��金

And that's... 16 letters? Again? How I managed to... Oh well.

So, tagging!

@on-noon

@jasperygrace

@faelanvance

@uraniumwriting

@lyra-brie

@cosmiccoincidence

@jaimetout

@mjjune

@kiszoneszczury

@lane-thepencilthing

@tosieks

@indigo-grimoire

@promiseland-larp

@chuuyas-beloved

@yesireadbooks

@acertainmoshke

I AM VERY SORRY IF I TAGGED YOU TWICE please forgive this court jester for lack of int points

[scifrey]

10 Stories/10 First Lines meme

Stolen from @moorishflower; tagging @once-upon-a-reblog and @merindab

So the rules are: post the first lines of your 10 most recently published AO3 stories.

Listing from Newest to Oldest:

1.CLING FAST (The Sandman): "One hundred years, then?" Hob's Stranger asks, hours later, when Hob's talked himself hoarse.

2.FORGIVE (Loki, part 5 of the Rovai-verse): “Heimdall,” Loki says, softly, tentatively.  Beside him, on the balcony of their hotel room, Mobius wraps his arms around Loki’s waist so they aren’t accidentally separated in the Bifront tunnel. He gives Loki a reassuring squeeze. “I’m ready to come home. If… if you’ll have me back.”

3.FLIRT (Loki, part 4 of the Rovai-verse): Mobius M. Mobius turns out to be Johnathan “Jack” Jackson, born in southern Texas. 

4.FIGHT (Loki, part 3 of the Rovai-verse): It’s not until it’s all over, and he’s pressing magic and pleas into the gaping wound on the human’s abdomen, that Loki even realizes that he’s been sealed into his own impenetrable multiverse with the wrong Mobius. 5.FOLD (Loki, part 2 of the Rovai-verse): The biting cold is too intense after the terrible, tortuous heat. Though he is wearing his Jotun skin, Loki is shivering hard enough to judder the human pressed up against his side by the time they walk the several meters from the portalway to the shepherd’s hut. The human’s not faring much better, here on the dark side of Jotunheim. His teeth are chattering so hard Loki can actually hear them above his own. 6.FALL (Loki, part 1 of the Rovai-verse): Falling. That’s what he dreams about most. His father said no, Loki -- the man whom he had called father -- the man who had told him he was destined to be a great king -- Had those words been for me? Or just Thor? -- the man whose radiance he’d only experienced second hand, clutching at the penumbra of Odin’s favouritism of his golden ( biological ) son-- he’d said no, Loki  scolding him like a naughty puppy when he was the one who had told them the stories about conquest and destroying dark creatures, he was the one who had called the Frost Giants evil and monstrous, knowing, knowing that he was looking one in the face and--Either way, Loki had fallen for it. 7.TO A STRANGER (Sherlock / Performance in a Leading Role by @madlori):

INT. PRINCESS MARGARET CANCER CENTRE - A HALLWAY. DAY. MARK - a man in his late 30s who is, on the surface, entirely unremarkable - is waiting on a bench in the starkly-lit hallway of the hospital. His brother is in surgery. Mark is miserably, weightily weary. He looks like he hasn't shaved in a few days, his boring hair is unkempt from his fretting, and his clothes, while of good quality, are rumpled. He is on the far left of the frame, seated alone, knees together, hands on his thighs, looking straight ahead. The frame is empty of anyone save him.

8. The Heart of the TARDIS (Doctor Who):

INT. THE TARDIS, WARDROBE. MORNING. Open on THE DOCTOR, standing in the TARDIS' clothing closet (from "The Christmas Invasion"). With a nostalgic, almost melancholy air, he is picking through the wardrobe, fondling the sleeves of coats, the frills of scarves, trying on hats, smelling jackets too feminine to ever have been his. MARTHA JONES enters the closet, holding two mugs of steaming tea with the tags hanging over the edge of the mugs. She stops on the ramp, watching him with a fond smile.

9. THE DRIVER (Captain America / British Royalty RPF):

What?” Dum Dum asked, prodding his seatmate in the ribs with his meaty elbow for the umpteenth time. “Seriously, Falsy, what?”

10. THE ONCE AND FUTURE KINGDOM (Merlin / Stargate: Atlantis):

There was a time, Myrddin mused, that he would have been inclined to reach out to the horizon and murmur a soft spell, just to make the sun linger a few seconds longer on the horizon, just to treasure the rich red hues and the marvelous indigo that spread like an exhaled stain across the tops of the far mountains.