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clangenrising · 8 months ago

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Month 13 - Newleaf

Russetfrond sat perched at the top of the cornerstones, tail tip twitching slightly. He watched as Mystique and Yarrowshade crept through the foliage on opposite sides of a pair of squirrels. More accurately, he watched Mystique with a hawk eyed glare. At Goldenstar’s insistence, she had started joining hunting patrols over the last few days and he was there for every one of them. He didn’t trust anyone else to keep an eye on her.

She moved softly through the undergrowth, somehow managing not to cause a single noise from her bell collar, her long blue coat brushing just above the leaves. She stopped a couple fox-lengths away from the squirrels and waited for Yarrowshade to move into place and, as she did, she cast her gaze up to Russetfrond. He scowled and she smiled and his scowl deepened. He wished she would stop smiling at him all the time. As if she could read his thoughts, she smirked and shook her head.

Yarrowshade had moved into position. Mystique wiggled her haunches and then lunged forward, scuffing her paws noisily through the pine needles and leaf litter, a laugh burbling up from her chest. The squirrels panicked and fled straight into Yarrowshade’s waiting claws. He pounced on the smaller of them and snapped its neck in his teeth. The other squirrel veered off course and raced up a nearby tee. Mystique bounded after it and her paws were on the trunk when Russetfrond spoke up.

“Leave it,” he ordered.

“Oh, come on…” she complained, tearing her claws down the bark. “I could have caught it!”

“Exactly,” he frowned. “You still don’t get it.”

“Right,” she rolled her eyes, “I forgot there were a bunch of arbitrary rules about what prey you can and can't catch.” She sharpened her claws on the tree trunk for another second or two and then pushed off the trunk with a huff.

“It’s not arbitrary,” Yarrowshade said. “We’re trying to preserve next year’s hunt. If we killed every squirrel we found there would be no squirrels next year and we’d all starve.”

“Okay, but why not catch the fat one?” Mystique said. “Won’t that feed more cats?”

“It was probably pregnant,” he shrugged, licking prey blood from his lips. “It’s that time of year. We let it go, that means more squirrels later on.”

“I guess I see your point,” sighed the kittypet. Russetfrond huffed to himself and she looked up at him, nose scrunched petulantly. She even stuck her tongue out. He lashed his tail, hoping he had managed to come off as irritated rather than flustered. He hated how she got under his skin like that, especially with such childish behavior.

“I think we’ve got a pretty good catch,” Yarrowshade said, unaware as usual. “Why don’t you grab the bird you caught earlier and we can head back.”

“Aww, I wanna stay out,” she said. “The camp is so stuffy!”

“Too bad,” said Russetfrond. He rose and bounded down the sloping side of the Cornerstones. The rough, mossy stone felt comforting under his paws and he imagined himself leaving a Gathering like this, leader of his Clan descending from the place of highest honor, walking in his mother’s pawsteps. It was a comforting fantasy, off put somewhat by coming down to be face to face with Mystique.

“Come on, please?” she asked.

“Does that work on cats in the city?” he scowled back.

“Sometimes,” she pressed her ears back against her head.

“Just grab your damn bird,” he sighed. Yarrowshade was already heading off towards the border and he didn’t want them to fall too far behind. Mystique gave a beleaguered groan but went and fetched the bird from where they had stashed it without further complaint.

They padded through the trees in silence until they reached the outskirts where the trees started to thin. The river stretched out in front of them. It was deep and fast near the SkyClan border but widened and grew shallow as it flowed towards EarthClan. Mystique brightened when she saw it, like she did every time, and her tail started to wave above her back.

“Ooh, maybe we could take a swim?” she suggested.

“Uh, no thanks,” Yarrowshade laughed.

Mystique leaned in to bump her shoulders against his. “What, you afraid of a little water, Yare Bear?” Russetfrond grimaced.

“I’m not afraid,” said Yarrowshade, fur puffing up. “I just don’t like getting wet.”

“What are you talking about?” Mystique said. “Getting wet is the best feeling in the world.” Russetfrond couldn’t help but huff a little laugh through his nose at the phrasing. Mystique glanced over at him and smirked. “See, Bee Face gets it.”

“Don’t include me in this,” he said, a touch of humor still lingering. “I wouldn’t know the first thing about that.”

Mystique laughed, loud and bright. “Wow! Big self-own from Bee Face.”

Yarrowshade looked puzzled. “W- Oh, stars, are you two flirting?” He rolled his eyes. Both Russetfrond and Mystique turned to scowl at him.

“No,” snapped Russetfrond.

“Gross,” said Mystique.

“And besides,” continued Russetfrond, “if we were, you’re the last person who gets to complain. I can’t count the times I’ve had to suffer through your painful attempts at flirtation.” Yarrowshade bristled sourly.

“Ooh!” Mystique’s gaze sharpened with interest. “Are you a little Romeo, Yare Bear?”

“Don’t call me that,” Yarrowshade said, casting his face away uncomfortably.

“What, Romeo or Yare Bear?” Mystique asked.

“All of it,” Yarrowshade grumbled. “It’s weird.”

“I dunno,” hummed Russetfrond, “I think it’s growing on me. Maybe I’ll start calling you Yare Bear.” Mystique chortled.

“Ew,” Yarrowshade grimaced like he’d stepped in crowfood, “Stop it, man.”

“Stop what, Yare Bear?” smiled Russetfrond.

“Yeah, what’s wrong, Yare Bear?” asked Mystique, poorly hiding her laughter.

“I’m serious!” Yarrowshade hissed, “Stop it!” He sounded so much like a whiny apprentice that Russetfrond couldn’t help but laugh at him.

“Oh, come on,” he said, “have a thicker hide than that.”

“Yeah, we’re just poking fun,” said Mystique.

“Whatever,” Yarrowshade scowled, his tail lashing. They reached the river shore and Yarrowshade angrily leapt to the first of the mossy crossing stones they had used on their way over. When he jumped to the next, his paw slid off of the slick moss and the river drenched his back half as he scrambled not to fall in entirely. Mystique fell over cackling and Russetfrond bit his lip to stop himself from laughing out loud. Her laughter was infectious even without the added hilarity of Yarrowshade’s predicament.

Yarrowshade turned back, fur fluffed up in all directions except where it clung wetly to his skin, cheeks bright red in embarrassment. He seemed to growl tightly around the squirrel in his jaws. Silently fuming, he turned and quickly finished crossing, then dashed off into the grass without them.

“Wait!” Russetfrond tried but he couldn’t stop the laughter tinging his voice and he knew that Yarrowshade was long gone. He sighed, shook his head, and looked over to Mystique who had rolled onto her back, overwhelmed by her own laughter. The bird lay beside her, forgotten.

“What a dork!” she snorted. “Is he always like that?”

“Pretty much,” Russetfrond said.

“Man, it’s almost too easy!” She stood up and stepped into the river, ignoring the crossing stones.

“Hey, don’t forget your catch,” Russetfrond’s scowl returned.

“I’ll grab it in a minute,” she said, wading deeper into the river. “I wanna cool off for a sec.”

“We’re going back to camp,” he said stubbornly. “Stop fooling around.”

“Oh, you like it when I fool around,” she scoffed.

“I do not,” he puffed up slightly with indignation.

“Do too,” she said back. By now she was sinking into the river to douse her back.

“Ah, the pinnacle of eloquence,” he droned sarcastically.

“You know it,” she purred. She dunked her head under the water briefly and tossed it back, sending glittery droplets flying in a perfect arc. Russetfrond was ashamed at the way his throat tightened.

“Get out,” he snapped, “We’re going back to camp now.”

“Make me,” she smirked, looking over at him. He stared, dumbfounded. Was she really going to risk injury or getting banned from patrols over a few minutes in a river? Her grin only widened at his reaction. “You can’t, can you?”

“Of course I can,” he said, leaping to the first of the crossing stones.

“Yeah?” she challenged, silky fur swirling around her as she turned to face him. “I bet you can’t.”

Russetfrond shifted his weight to make sure he was steady on his stepping stone before he tried to reach out and snag her by the scruff. She dipped into the water and let it carry her backwards, out of his reach.

“Nuh-uh-uh,” she clucked, “You’re gonna have to get wet if you wanna stop me.” He growled one paw held to his chest as he considered her words. It looked like she was right. He didn’t enjoy getting wet but he didn’t hate it either, it was the aftermath that he hated, the chilly evaporation and the hours of grooming. Still, he wasn’t one to shirk an unpleasant task. Carefully, he adjusted himself for a jump, calculating the best place to land and making sure that he wasn’t about to faceplant or slip on a stone. Mystique watched him intently, hovering lightly on her paws with all but her head in the water.

A moment, then another, and then Russetfrond jumped, landing on top of her with an enormous splash. She sank to get out from under him but he lunged and snagged her collar in his teeth. With a sharp tug, he yanked her to the surface. She gasped for air and reared up onto her hind legs, suddenly lifting him. She was taller than him, imposingly so on her hind legs, and he realized a second too late that he should have let go.

She slammed forward, topping him backwards into the water, and her weight forced him to the bottom of the river. He realized suddenly that he was in danger. She had much better control in the water than he did. Had this all been a cunning ploy to drown her guard and get away? Adrenaline suddenly spiked through him and he lashed out with his hind claws. Her thick, unshed coat tangled his claws but the force of the kick landed in her gut and she quickly backed off of him. He spun to get his feet underneath him and burst from the water, gasping, then rounded on her, prepared for a counter attack.

He wasn’t ready for the worried expression she was wearing.

“Are you alright?” she asked, sounding genuine. He coughed a little and scowled at her, not yet ready to ease out of his battle stance.

“I’m sorry, I thought we were just messing around,” she continued, “I didn’t realize you couldn’t swim.”

“I can swim,” he said, feeling the embarrassment of his fizzling adrenaline rising to his cheeks. “I just- I thought you were pulling something.”

“Oh,” she sat down, face blank. Her lack of reaction made him even more embarrassed. Teeth gritted, he stomped out to the other side of the river and shook to get the water out of his ears.

“Grab the bird and let’s go,” he growled. “I’m done wasting time.”

“Yeah, okay,” she said limply. She sailed easily through the water, back to the far shore, and grabbed the bird, then slipped back into the water like a duck and pulled herself across. Russetfrond couldn’t understand how a cat could look so at home in water. Kittypets, he thought sourly.

“Thank you,” he grunted. “Let’s go already.”

“Yeah, okay,” she said, ears drooped. It was unsettling to him to see her this way. The sooner they got back to camp and he could stop thinking about her, the better. He picked up the pace through the grass, following Yarrowshade’s trail and trying not to shiver.

After a while, Mystique said, “Hey, sorry about that. I promise I’m not gonna like… murder you.”

“Why would you promise that?” he glared back at her.

She frowned in surprise. “Uh, cause I’m not a monster?”

“We’re enemies,” he said harshly. “What if your brother storms the camp and we’re forced to fight? You’re saying you wouldn’t raise your claws to defend your family?”

“I’d probably try and stop the fighting,” she snapped as if he were being irrational. “I don’t have to choose between killing you or killing my brother.”

“You might,” he said.

“No way,” she insisted. “It’s unrealistic to say those are my only choices.”

“That’s the kind of thinking that got Smokyrose killed,” he snarled, turning on her. She bristled and flattened backward. “You’re naive if you think Razor will give you another option.” She swallowed, searched his face, and he turned his head sharply away. He couldn’t stand that expression on her face. Without another word he stomped back to camp, only pausing to make sure she was behind him. She followed and for that he was grateful. She didn’t speak again and the walk back was stiff and silent.

When they returned he assigned someone to guard her and went to clean his fur on top of the Stoneperch. Why did he feel betrayed somehow? It wasn’t even the fight that upset him, it was how she had gone all soft and quiet like a kicked dog. That was the part that upset him the most and it didn’t make any sense. He hoped that Goldenstar would do something about Mystique soon ‘cause he wasn’t sure how much longer he could put up with her.

#clan gen #clangen #warrior cats #warriors #warrior cats oc #warriors oc #clangen oc #clan gen oc #clangenrising #Mystique #Russetfrond #Yarrowshade #Newleaf

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more-better-words · 11 days ago

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A beach day for Karveth and Monica! (with a hat tip to @indignantlemur re: Andorians and UV😉)

They had gone to Earth to introduce Karveth to her parents, and it had, Monica thought, gone remarkably well. Maybe Mark and Joanna McKee were simply too overwhelmed by the reality of the Andorian they’d heard about to do anything other than default to well-mannered hospitality. And the Starfleet uniform had helped a lot, if she were to guess. Karveth himself had gone a long way towards insuring a pleasant visit, having been so charming, polite, and deferential that his subordinates at the shipyard probably would have been struck dumb with disbelief.

She said something to that effect as they entered their hotel room, and he shrugged, smiling slightly. “One must adjust one's demeanor to achieve the desired reception. I wouldn’t want my r'eyslen’s parents to think poorly of me.”

“They’re not allowed to,” she said firmly, and his smile grew as he pulled her into a hug.

“While I don't doubt you would bludgeon a positive reaction out of them by sheer force of will, sh'tal, I would rather win it on my own merits.”

She smiled back, reaching up to stroke his left antenna. “Which is fair. And you did, so…” She kissed his cheek. “I’m glad we have today and tomorrow to ourselves, though.”

Monica loved Mars. It was her birthplace and her home and she was proud of that. But she would readily admit that there were certain experiences you just couldn’t get on the Red Planet – like, for example, going to the beach.

“Do Andorians sunburn?” she'd asked him as they were planning the trip to Earth.

“If you mean is our skin damaged by solar radiation, yes.”

“Oh. Well, I guess a beach day is out…”

“And much like you humans, we’ve developed ways to prevent and mitigate that damage,” he had said, amusement moving his antennae. And then she felt sheepish.

So they planned for an afternoon at the beach the day after the visit with her parents. When they arrived, they paused at a picnic table to handle the business of sun protection. Monica stripped off her swim coverup, enjoying the unabashed ogling she received in the process. When she'd modeled her blue and white striped bikini for him, with its halter-style top and shortie bottoms, before they left Mars, he had wasted no time in expressing his appreciation for it by removing it from her person. “Can you behave yourself?” she teased.

“I am perfectly capable of restraint in public,” he said, retrieving her sunscreen lotion from the beach bag. “I will, however be thinking very indecent thoughts.”

“Well, I suppose I can’t stop you from doing that,” she said with false resignation. They smiled at one another, and he squirted a generous portion of sunscreen into his hands. Over her arms, across her shoulders, down her back and each leg, his hands ran over her skin in slow, thorough motions. Then the detail work – the back of her neck, the curves of her ears, just under the edges of her swimsuit – his fingertips gentle. Even in the warmth of the day, she shivered.

“There,” he said, kissing her hair. “Now my pinkskin won't be getting any pinker.”

“And now it's your turn.”

He peeled off his tee shirt, which was a show she never got tired of watching, and then shed his loose pants, revealing swim trunks short enough and tight enough to insure he wasn’t the only one thinking indecent thoughts. She shook her head. “What am I going to do with you?” she asked. He smiled, looking pleased.

“Would you like a list?”

His Andorian sun protectant came in a sort of foil pouch, and when she poured some into her hand, she discovered it was a thick, translucent oil that had an almost mossy scent to it. She rubbed her hands together before sliding them over his shoulders and down his chest. “This could take me a while,” she said, her palms moving in broad circles over his pecs. “I don’t want to miss any spots.”

“We wouldn’t want that,” he said, watching her intently. Their eyes held for a moment, and Monica couldn’t help but dab a bit on the tip of his nose, letting her smile widen. She just had so much fun with him, even something this simple.

She re-oiled her hands, moving to his back; the oil sank into his skin, giving it a luster that she was honestly a bit envious of. After his own meticulousness, she could hardly skimp on her efforts. She carefully and precisely rubbed down his arms, and his legs, and all around his face and neck, with extra careful attention paid to the delicate skin of his antennae, a process that made his eyes close with a deep, blissful sigh. Finally ready for Sol’s worst, they waded out into the surf, hand in hand.

“The first time I ever saw the ocean,” Monica said as they walked along, the waves lapping at their ankles, “was the first time I was ever on Earth. I was probably only...five at the oldest, and we’d come to visit my grandparents. I remember standing on the beach, seeing all that WATER, and just bursting into tears.” Karveth smiled faintly.

“A little overwhelming for the Martian child?”

“Completely overwhelming. But I’m glad my parents tried again. We came back when I was older, and...it took a few tries, but I learned to appreciate it.” She sighed, gazing out at the water. “Mars had oceans, millions of years ago.”

“And perhaps it will again,” he said. “With time, and the completion of the terraforming.”

“Maybe,” she said, smiling at the thought. “That’d be something.”

“I’m looking forward to showing you Andoria’s oceans.” He chuckled softly. “Though the clothing requirements are rather different.”

“What, no bikinis on Andoria?”

“I understand you humans get something called frostbite?”

“Yikes.” She shuddered. “No thank you!”

He chuckled again, and gave her hand a squeeze. “I would never let that happen to you.” She wrapped her free arm around his waist, and they walked a little while longer in silence before he said, “My ancestors were sailors. The very first icecutters were built on the shores of Ulata Province. We respected the waves, and learned to ride them.”

“So maybe it’s in your blood?”

“Perhaps some old genetic memory, yes.”

“And maybe that’s why you build starships now?”

He thought about that, and nodded, slowly. “Casting off into another sea. You may be onto something there.”

They resumed walking, and then she asked, “Did Andoria have sea pirates? I bet you’d make a sexy pirate.”

He gave her a meaningful sidelong look, than laughed. “Perhaps I would, but I think of the two of us, you would be the more successful pirate.”

“Me?”

“Under that charming smile and kindly demeanor is a true blade, sh'tal. You would destroy your enemies and they would thank you for it.”

She wanted to be shocked at the thought, but a pleased blush betrayed her. “You think?”

“I know you can certainly pillage me whenever you like.”

That was definitely an enjoyable thought. “Oh, I’ll boardyou any time, mister.”

Their eyes locked, slow grins spreading on both their faces, but he promised public restraint and she wasn’t about to let him show her up on that front. She cleared her throat primly.

“So… Andorian piracy?”

“Would you like to hear about the First, Second, or Third Great Pirate Wars?”

Her eyes widened. “Um...all of them?”

“Well, it’s been a while since school, so I’m probably going to mix up a lot of the details, but if I remember correctly, the First Great Pirate War began when Kev’teth the Blackhanded challenged the leadership of Clan Harva’theli for control of the Kisset island chain-”

“The Blackhanded?”

“He’d lost his right hand in battle and had it replaced with a solid black prosthesis.”

“Ooo, very piratical.”

“He said because his fleet had anchorage on the largest island of the chain that they had a claim by right of possession, but of course as far as polite society was concerned, they were all clanless scum…”

“Well, you're gonna get that with pirates.”

“So he responded by sacking the port of Vethaya, starting a war that lasted eleven years and cost 300,000 lives. Roughly.”

Monica stared at him, agog. “And that just the first one?” He nodded. “Well, go on!”

#fic #Karveth x Monica #always time for a beach episode #and fluffiness #gotta have the fluff

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somewherebetweendisorder · 1 year ago

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Good Morning

Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Warnings: fluff and badly written smut, oral (f receiving), Eddie cums in his pants

A/N: I do plan on editing this and hopefully making it less cringe later but we'll see if I get to that

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Eddie in a sweater has you melting for a sleepy sort of domesticity with the man before you. The sweater is yours, a dark mossy green, and it fits him nicely, snug across his shoulders. His hair is swept up into a low bun, bangs kissing his eyebrows, hands moving out of habit to start a pot of coffee for the morning. He hasn't seen you yet, sure you're still asleep where he left you in bed, hoping to make you breakfast before you wake. He hums to himself softly, something familiar.

He pauses, hums the same part, pulls a face when it doesn't sound quite right before starting over again. Sensing you, he looks up, finds you leaning against the doorframe, his tee shirt slipping off your shoulder, revealing the lovebites he left behind the night before. A smile brightens his face, explodes in his eyes, the birth of a star, happy as though he hasn't seen you in ages. He realizes his surprise is ruined, a frown crinkling the corners of his eyes, but he brushes it off quickly.

"Hi, baby. Good morning."

Voice still thick with sleep, eyes hazy, he crosses to you, arms linking behind your back, tugging you close. "Hi."

Your smile is sunny, brighter than the dewy light spilling through the slanted blinds, pooling on the thin, worn carpet, providing hot spots for Cleopatra to bask in. He smiles back, diving in to smack wet, little kisses across your neck, reveling in your breathy gasp, taking it as encouragement to keep going.

Of course, it's a plea to keep going, just like when you finger the loose baby hairs at the back of his neck, urging him closer, lips caressing the shell of his ear, whispering his name the way you do.

"Eddieeeee."

It's somewhere between a whine and a moan, a desperate cry to be closer, have more of him. You'd crawl inside of him if you could. The thought, honest as it is, is so bizarre and bordering disturbing it has you huffing a laugh into his skin, tickling the sensitive flesh, distracting him.

"What's so funny?"

You shake your head, hair soft as it strokes his cheek, catching his attention. One of his hands comes up to finger the strands, curling them around his fingers, tugging gently, eyes on yours, waiting for an explanation.

"I'd crawl inside of you." He blinks at the words, not a hint of judgment in the earthy depths, processing.

"Like a parasite? Awww, that's so cute, baby girl."

"What? No, I mean, I guess it could be like that. But I mean how you just look so soft and warm and kissable and- I want to bite your face off and cuddle."

Eddie tries to keep a straight face to his credit, but your eyes are so serious, imploring, lips twisted into a little pout and he can't help but laugh, the sound deep and throaty, laced with the remaining edge of his morning voice. "I mean, fuck gorgeous, I'd be so down for that."

"Stop laughing at me. I'm serious."

"I'm not laughing at you! You're just cute, 's all."

The huff dancing past your lips ruffles his bangs, fans his face, has him leaning in for a kiss, despite your feigned struggle to pull away. "Don't even pull that with me. You know you love me."

You do, irrevocably. Up on tiptoes to meet his lips, hot and heady, his tongue swiping a bold line across the seam of your lips. The coffee maker beeps, dragging you both back down to earth, smiling like fools.

"You're a weird one, Y/N."

Rather than argue you cup his cheeks in your hands, studying his eyes, the honeyed brown, molten chocolate, and flecks of something darker. He smiles, cheeks squished together before you lick a bold, sticky stripe from his jaw to his temple.

"Damn right, Munson. You knew that from the jump. Now hurry up with the coffee so we can go back to bed."

You dance away to lean against the dinette, inching back onto the table until your feet dangle above the floor. It's cold against your legs, Eddie's shirt doing little to cover you.

"Someone woke up bossy this morning." He steps close, between your thighs, cupping the back of your head as he leans in for another kiss, his other hand dropping to squeeze the doughy flesh of your hip, dragging you right to the edge of the table.

"I wake up bossy every morning," you gasp, right against his lips which tip up into a smile.

"Mm. That's true."

Then there isn't much room for talking, his tongue licking into your mouth, a bit too wet, but entirely welcome, hot and sticky. His fingers are slowly creeping under the hem of his shirt, pushing it up your body, revealing an expanse of soft flesh. He's leaning forward, encouraging you back against the table, lips eager, mapping a hungry trail across your jaw, down your neck. He lingers here, teeth sinking into the tender column of flesh, eager to leave yet another sweet reminder.

You moan as his fingers brush over your nipple, back arching off the table enough to allow him to pull your shirt over your head. Eddie's hips buck into you at the sound, painfully hard in his pajamas, pressing right against where you want him most. Where you need him most. The swell of sensations has your eyes fluttering closed, fingers curling into his hair, releasing it from the confines of the hair tie.

"Eddie," you breathe, opening your eyes, meeting his gaze as his tongue flicks out over your nipple, the bud stiffening under the wet heat of his tongue. He places open-mouth kisses across your chest, laving away at your skin, spurred on by your breathy praise.

You're nearly unaware of his strong fingers tugging your underwear down your legs, distracted by the scorching trail of his lips down the valley of your breasts, across the sensitive skin of your stomach, placing a reverent kiss first on one hip, then the other.

He's on his knees, dark eyes blown with lust, appreciating the view before he dives in. Something in your eyes must give you away because he's leaning forward to place a sweet kiss right against your clit, and then there's nothing sweet left. He moves against you, eager and wet, until your fingers are knotting in his hair, voice pitching high in a whine, back arching off the table.

You ride out your orgasm against his face, nose prodding deliciously at your clit until you're tugging him up by his hair, intent on kissing him. The taste of yourself on his tongue is intoxicating, thigh slotting between his legs as he ruts against you. You know when he cums, a shudder rolling up his spine, arms stiffening around you, a low growl falling past his lips.

You stay like that, his body heavy atop yours, coming back down to earth second by second, his nose pressed into your neck, your fingers drawing lazy patterns across his back beneath the sweater.

"I think the coffee's done," he finally mumbles into your skin, his smile evident in his voice.

"Oh? Is it? I hadn't noticed."

His lips find yours once more, one last saccharine, searing kiss before he pushes himself up, once again trying to prepare breakfast. You follow him up, curling your arms around his chest, forehead pressed to his back.

"Good morning, Eds."

#eddie munson #stranger things #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson smut

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superconductivebean · 8 months ago

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#873: Bell & West Towers Breakdown

Hello, me again with yet another castle breakdown tomfoolery, as per requested by the amazing @the-magiarcheologist. 💙🦅

Other breakdowns: >>>Faculty Tower | >>>DADA Tower

Compared to the other two towers, neither Bell nor West Tower have anything of peculiarity, however, it's worth noting a few things here and there and about them nonetheless. This is going to be a long one, as I included North Hall and the Map Chamber. ^ ^

Let's start with the brief overlook of the castle's exterior:

Red sections of the castle + Greenhouse are out of the focus of this post, but if you're interested in me covering them, follow either of the link or make a request! :3

Not going to lie, I thought this post would be rather short, as half of the Bell tower is a hollow void:

and upper floors of the West tower are nothing more but a veneer:

The Music Room's stained glass pattern doesn't translate to the castle's exterior:

It wouldn't be fair to leave it at that, I thought. So let me quickly break down the remaining parts of the North Hall -- its noodle underground level, full of undercrofts, halls, and subsequently, the Map Chamber. But before that, me personal thump-thump at the forehead: Long Gallery is going right under the Library and Central Hall fountain area:

The Medusa Painting Room has a window that simply shouldn't let in any light yet it does change throughout the day despite literally being situated in the castle's dungeons:

Same visual tee-hee seen on the back window in the Fig's classroom.

Transfiguration Courtyard's dragon fountain likely hides the skybox :3

And almost directly underneath it sits the Alchemy classroom:

@boxdstars' favourite location is directly underneath History of Magic classroom:

I'm sorry for the overexposure, lightning engine is very funky when sticking around out-of-bounds in these areas.

Remember this little serene room in the wine cellar's undercroft?

Damp mossy walls, pools on the cobblestone and dim light suggest this room must be located somewhere underneath or near the lake or other body of water (or be able to accumulate lots of ground water).

While it is, in fact, located near the small lake seen in the bird's eye view mapping above and in the DADA Tower post, it is put to the side of it -- and its light source probably shouldn't exist:

And if you take it higher, a wooden floor appears:

a small strife to the side reveals the Staff's room:

Fig meant it literally when he said,

To think it was beneath us all this time.

Outside the Map Chamber you can spot the Athenaeum, some unused parts of the flooring and this door at the other side:

The Chamber itself is located directly underneath this lake:

Curiously, if you move camera around, professors from the portraits will scale down to their cutscene sizes! :D And they will re-scale back when you get close enough!

You can notice it with other portrait characters, for example, this is the man from the frame in the Pungent Passage:

Grace Pinch-Smedley, the girl from the Lost Astrolabe quest, can be spotted on the lake's pier. Might she had more dive&retrieve quests? Suspected something lied beneath the still water? To think, her tasks and Nerida's interest in merpeople might've eventually intersected.

Tools used:NVIDIA Ansel & UETools' Commands.

#днявочка #hogwarts legacy #hogwarts inquires #eng tag #hogwarts legacy mc #eleazar fig #днявочка: hlegacy #днявочка: игры #banner credit: @cafekitsune

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awstenlookbook · 8 months ago

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For their Sneaking Out of Heaven Tour show at The Fillmore in Charlotte, NC, Awsten wears a 90s vintage Alien Soccer Big Ball Sports "Soccer a higher form of intelligence" black s/s tee shirt (no longer available) layered over a vintage Mossy Oak camo l/s shirt (no longer available).

📸Insta: ryleemarshallphotography

#MY LAST SHOW........#waterparks #awsten knight #intellectual property #2024 #March 2024 #sooh tour #sneaking out of Heaven tour #alien soccer #mossy oak #vintage #the fillmore

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mossymultiverse · 8 months ago

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mossy log #15

yall would not BELIEVE the month(s) ive had. ....ok actually yeah you probably would,

k so. broke a bone for the first time. that was fun. ....is it weird that that's only mostly sarcastic? ....anyway, im not gonna tell yall a whole bunch about what happened because i Do Not Feel Like It (sorry, maybe if u ask me more i'll elaborate? but rn its just a bunch of scribbles that i dont feel like untangling), but uhh. basically ther was a landslide, and i broke a leg, and got a whole buncha other more minor injuries, and the hospital staff were absolutely lovely and i do feel kinda bad for scaring them so much. but also. it was mostly not my fault. ....it also wasnt their faults, it was just unfortunate circumstances.

anyway! so, because of that, i learned how to use crutches, and learned a lot more about hospitals and the like. i prolly shoulda kept yall up to date WHILE i was recovering, but, uh, in my defense, i forgor. mainly because i was a bit busy with.... well, recovering. and trying to trick my brain into Not trying to get me tf outta there.

i also miiiighta gone into a bit of a Trance, probably to heal? gave the staff a right ol scare with that, whoops. shoutout to my brain for. basically everything, actually.

so anyway, now that i have fully recovered, remembered that this blog exists now, and also made sure to properly connect it (it should be fine, but yknow, if anythin weird happens just assume it's me trying to fix some timeline bs. nonlinearity can be wonderful! it can also suck So bad.), uhhhh im goin back to (hopefully) travelling more! small, quick hops, probably not gonna stay in any one place too long. ive been a bit stir crazy. ....huh, i remember that story. that was fucked up. ....yknow, i havent been there in a while. maybe.... well, who knows! right now im chillin with my bois, zuko was delighted to see me again, and it turns out tee is Very good at turning up places he shouldnt, so that's exciting. that being said, i dont plan on staying here more than a week, and then it's off to another place! and then another and another! and so on!

now, let's see if i remember any of my tags.... /lh

#mossy log #unreality #[ ooc divider ]#unreality //#teehee. oops.#listen i love this blog im just also really silly.#luckily i do actually have an ic excuse! so. here ya go!

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zattemptspatterns · 1 year ago

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Some progress on my Mossy Pastel Tee/Cardi (used up 2 skeins). Need to wait for 2 more skeins to come in (and hopefully be enough to finish this)

#knitting #knitblr #mossy pastel cardi

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mosspodge · 2 months ago

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Fir anyone curious about the octosquid shirt- I’m currently trying to vectorize it! I noticed that for whatever reason my software made all the diagonal lines slightly stairstep-y for some reason? So hopefully this’ll fix it! It’ll also be easier to resize

If anyone knows any good ipad software for vector drawing let me know! This would take me like 5 minutes in illustrator but i no longer own it

#mossy talks #update #octosquid tandem tee #splatoon shirt #hopefully it wont take too long #also found the text on the front!!#still not sure what font/language it uses #if anyone wants to help with that I’d appreciate it

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morttodea · 1 year ago

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💤Sleep Habits 💤

View bor's here!

NAME: Skrap

RESIDENCE: Laying low or/and living above an internet cafe

TYPE OF BED: Fuzzy Hammock, though if they can't have that they'll settle with a loft bed with a space underneath for the computer n such.

NUMBER OF BLANKETS: two! The hammock is a fuzzy mossy green with pink flowers scattered around. It usually hangs like a rat hammock where the four ends are held aloft, while the middle is cozy enough for him to curl in. The second one is a weighted blanket, orange on top and yellow on the bottom.~

NUMBER OF PILLOWS: 8 plushies and two half pillows(still plushes but doubles as pillows)! Some(4) of them are of different animals the other 4 are all gloomy bear of different colors~. The final two are sheep and bear pillow plushs~

TYPE OF CLOTHING: a band graphic tee with short shorts, if they're really sleepy they'll plop as is with whatever they have on

DO THEY SLEEP WITH COMPANY?: Yeah sometimes! With bour-bour if Skrap still has him, depending on the verse!

DO THEY SLEEP BETTER WITH COMPANY?: Oh definitely ~ they fall asleep deeper and longer if someone's with them, one can leave the moment they wake up Skrap would still be there~

DOES IT MATTER WHERE THEY SLEEP?: Not usually, they're used to sleeping on the spot if their job needs them to focus on their work. they don't mind napping upside down too for a short period.

WHAT DO THEY DO IF THEY CANNOT FALL ASLEEP?: they drink more monsters, play games, craft or crochet more plush dolls for the fun of it. Skrap might go for a hunt or a walk whenever the need calls.

FREQUENT DREAMS, NIGHTMARES: They don't usually remember their dreams, but the ones they frequently have are usually of Skrap wandering from the city to the seaports to just stay and watch the waters. Skrap recalls he should be waiting for something or someone, but they either wake up too early to see who it is or the memory of it loses them entirely. The nightmares, however, tend to linger even after he wakes up. there's a frequent one is where they're 'safe' in an enclosed space as there constant droning calls from the ones who are staging a revolution. There's constant quakes and distant roaring of dragons, digging claws getting too close for comfort, and colleagues' death rattles after being murdered so, so brutally.

DEEP SLUMBER OR NAPS: As stated before deep slumber is sleeping with bour-bour or a companion, but they tend to do those naps when they can help it

WHEN DO THEY SLEEP: Ah, Skrap sleep schedule is a mess but usually in the AM areas so they can wake up at night

WHAT COULD WAKE THEM UP: A bosses voice, alarm, phone on vibrate, people shaking them from under the blanket-

EARLY OR LATE RISER: Late riser! Any earlier skrap would be grumpy enough for a day or two;

Tagged by: @shiningsilverarmor Thank you! Tagging: U! blank underneath~

NAME:

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DO THEY SLEEP WITH COMPANY?:

DO THEY SLEEP BETTER WITH COMPANY?:

DOES IT MATTER WHERE THEY SLEEP?:

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FREQUENT DREAMS, NIGHTMARES:

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WHEN DO THEY SLEEP:

WHAT COULD WAKE THEM UP:

EARLY OR LATE RISER:

#cabinet corner {dash games}#abt skrap #big skrap mood #Look this dude can't cook but they can be one hell of a mean barista~

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