#ophelia j

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First, Best Destiny (Part I) by @ophelia-j

(Thank you so, so much for letting me bind this)

I’ve been watching people make books of fanfic for years, and knew it was only a matter of time before I caved and started a new hobby. And here it is! Voila! The first of (hopefully) a library of some of my favourite stories.

Had a lot of fun figuring out the formatting of the pages and drawing things for it. Especially the cover. That was a challenge but I’m so happy with it!

Putting the other pictures under the cut so this isn’t too long :)

- The title page. Made the circular design and then realised after I printed it it would look cooler if it went across both pages. Got a lot better at freehanding circles though as a result.

- The chapter headings. Ended up doing Vulcan numbers in the background, which I think turned out nice! Each chapter covers several episodes from the series, so I added a footnote to show which ones.

- The page break after the epilogue. I wanted to put an illustration somewhere in the book, and thought here worked well. Had fun drawing the Enterprise!

- The copyright page. Standard stuff. Put a lot of the fic information here (and the rest at the end of the book)

- I also added a section at the end for all the author notes, cause it felt like a shame to cut them entirely even though they didn’t fit with the formatting of the chapters. They feel like an intrinsic part of the fanfic experience, and I always enjoy reading them alongside the story!

So yeah, that’s that! Incredibly happy with how it came together. I also highly recommend this fic to anyone who likes The Original Series — it’s brilliantly written and captures the characters’ voices perfectly. You can find it here :)

[omens-for-ophelia]

irresistible and bittersweet ...love, reptile-like, strikes me down

sappho, with his venom

full & uncensored versions available on ao3 here!

the mysterious ms. crowley, richly inspired by the risque photographs she has received from her beloved ms. fell, decides to return the favour before driving over to express her gratitude in-person…

finally got around to making the counterpart to my femme aziraphale from a while back 🩷

>edit: companion piece of the marvellous ms fell here<

inspo from @foolishlovers excellent model AU fic 'spread your wings'

@portraitofalonelydyke this one is in your honour! sorry it took me so long hehe

thanku to @ineffabildaddy as always for fuelling me with feral encouragement 🤭

[telldaily]

Spread the Gospel

💛💙SPIRK FIC REC💙💛

Oh guys, I don’t even know where to start with this one. It was written as a “Generations Fix-it” but it’s SO much more than that, it’s an entire Spirk overlay for all of TOS canon.

With additional scenes, inner monologues and different POV for all the existing canon, it covers 3 seasons, 79 episodes, 7 films and 106 years of in world chronology. It’s almost 400k words long, split into 2 halves, and it is quite simply a masterpiece!

You’ll never be the same again once you read it! 💛💙🖖

[psychotic4ghost]

Strength Together A Story By Psychotic4ghost

TW: NSFW, pnv, oral, language WC: 4.4k (a big boy)

Masterlist <- Chapter 9 // Chapter 11 ->

Ophelia felt warm as she twisted and turned. Her eyes fluttered open to the sight of stubble and her nose twitched to the smell of a woody, earth scent. It was Simon, he was fully wrapped around her and snoring. Their legs intertwined and her head rested on his meaty bicep. She could hear his breathing even out as his eyes blinked open. 

“What time is it?” She asked now that he was awake. He shifted his arm, her head bobbed as he flexed his muscle to read his watch. 

“Two. Why are you awake?” Simon responded, his voice as deep as she’d ever heard it. The grogginess in his tone sent chills up her spine. 

“I don’t know.” She responded honestly. 

“Nightmare?” He asked as he examined her face. She had had a nightmare each night since her kidnapping. Which means two total so far. This was their third night having to share a room and she hadn’t had one yet. 

“No. I’m not sure why I woke up.” Ophelia searched his eyes, not knowing what she was looking for. She could read the tiredness that radiated from him. “Go back to sleep, I’m sorry I woke you.” 

“‘S fine.” his Manchester accent was laid on thick in his voice as sleep threatened to pull him back under. “You sure you’re okay, lovie?” Lovie, he had taken to calling her that often since he rescued her. 

She nodded her head softly. “I promise, Si.” 

He grumbled before letting his eyes flutter shut. His hold on her tightening. He had his free arm draped over her waist. 

“Si?” She asked before he could fully be taken by sleep again. He opened one eye to look at her, giving acknowledgement. “I…um. I need to use the restroom.” 

“No.” He grumbled, his hold tightening again. “Don’t wanna move.” 

“Should I use your bed then?” She asked in a playful but still assertive tone. 

Simon let out an irritated huff at her words. “Be quick.” He released his tight grip on her, letting her wiggle out of his grasp, he gently pushed on her back, helping her sit up right so she could climb out the bed that was pushed against the wall. 

She didn’t move for a moment, instead she sat on the edge of the bed, contemplating her next moves. “What is it?” Simon asked, his listening skills were insane to her. Knowing she hadn’t even begun walking yet. 

“I–  don’t worry about it.” She pushed up off the bed and slipped into her fuzzy pink slippers. She rounded the bed and entered the bathroom. She didn’t use the bathroom though, instead she sat on the toilet lid, her hands combed through her hair as she thought. 

A light knock on the door pulled her from her thoughts. “I’m almost done.” She called through the door. 

“What’s the matter?” He asked, his voice slightly muffled through the wooden door. 

“Nothing?” She asked but also answered. 

He opened the door without warning, startling her as she pulled her knees to her chest. “What the hell, Simon?” 

“What are you doing? What’s wrong?” This wasn’t like Simon. The first two nights he had respected her space and insane amount despite her need for cuddles. But tonight he was moodier. 

“I– I was just taking a moment to think.” She responded, trying her best to keep her angry look.

“You ‘ad to wake me up ‘n hide in the bathroom to think? Couldn’t do that ‘n bed?” He was getting snappy with her and she didn’t much care for it. 

“I can think where I please.” She said as she placed her feet back on the ground to stand. 

“Did you even need to go?” He asked as his movements hesitated. 

“Well…no…” Before she continued her thought, his hand was gently on her wrist, pulling her out of the bathroom. “Simon what are you doing?” 

“I’m goin’ back to sleep. If I wait for you t’ come back, you’ll jus’ wake me up. Besides, talk to me.” There he was, the less grumpy Simon she was used to. 

“I don’t want to. These… aren’t exactly– she paused– thoughts I want to share.” She mumbled as she was gently tossed into the bed. His action of dominance stirred something in her. Her cheeks peeked in a pink hue as she stared up at him. 

“Oh. I get it.” He spoke smoothly, she expected him to take offense to her lack of wanting to share with him but no, he sat next to her on the bed and looked at her, waiting for her to talk. 

“Y-you do?” She asked, not sure if he did actually understand. 

He nodded his head, “I can be helpful, ya know.” A small smirk tugged at his lips, he often left the mask on the desk when it was just the two of them and she could see the smirk clear as day. 

“Simon!” She smacked him with the first pillow she could reach from the bed. 

A deep, raspy chuckle left his throat as he caught the pillow. “I’m teasing, lovie. Though you did really seem to enjoy kissing me back in the infirmary. 

“Will you stop it?” She asked in a more teasing than serious tone.

“You’re always welcome to do it again, Ophelia.” The use of her name startled her as she lunged for another pillow to hit him with. He grabbed her wrist, stopping her from reaching the pillow. “I’m serious.” he hummed, his face was closer to hers now as he leaned in the same direction as her to stop her from grabbing the pillow. 

They stared into each other's eyes for what felt like an eternity before Ophelia leaned ever so slightly closer. Simon could read her anxious thoughts and closed the distance, his lips soft against hers as they collided. She didn’t waste time meeting him in passion. She could feel the tip of his tongue swipe across her bottom lip, begging for entry which she gladly obliged. His tongue explored her mouth, her teeth, her tongue, her cheeks, all of it. A soft moan escaped her and he ate it up. 

“Simon. We– we can’t.” She spoke, nearly breathless as they pulled apart finally. 

“And why’s that?” He asked, sharing her breathless state. 

“Because. A-aren’t there rules?” She asked, still panting. 

“Hmm, yes but not for doctors. I am not your Lieutenant, Lia.” He searched her face for a reaction, he found her shocked expression to be absolutely adorable. “You’re not a field medic…technically.” 

“Simon, I–” 

“Tell me no and I will stop.” He spoke matter of fact. 

“I don’t think I want you to. I’m just…nervous.” 

That pulled a deep belly laugh from Simon. He didn’t mean to laugh at her but he noticed her mildly hurt expression. “Lovie, I've got you. Listen, I’m not good with words. I’m not– I don’t… express feelings well. But I’m comfortable with you. So if that means I gotta take the lead, I will.” Ophelia placed a gentle finger to his lips before replacing her finger with her lips. 

The kiss was shallow, soft, almost a ghost of a kiss before she wrapped her arms around his neck and let her body weight fall back into the bed, pulling him with her. He rested just above her, his elbows keeping him from crushing her. 

“Are you sure?” He asked. 

“Yes.” She breathed out. She looked deep into his eyes, searching for his thoughts on the subject. She found lust, tender, sweet, loving lust as one of his hands snaked over her tummy. He held his hand there for a moment before slowly sliding up to her breast. He squeezed just lightly enough to gauge her reaction. Her eyes fluttered shut at the feeling as she bit her lip, biting back a moan. 

He continued his soft assault on her breasts, giving both the attention they required. “Were you gonna hide in the bathroom…to take care of this?” He asked, his voice low and husky. 

“I– I was.” She admitted, it felt naughty to admit that she was going to hide in his bathroom to relieve herself of this ache she felt. To be honest, she had felt this itch since the night before but she tried her best to suppress it. “All our touching and cuddling made it hard to fight my thoughts.” 

“You thought of me? This way?” He teased as he slithered his hand down her tummy and to the hem of her sleep pants. 

She glared at him, not wanting to answer the obvious question. She knew it was only a way to tease her. He chuckled at her attempt to look menacing, knowing the power he held over her in this moment. He slid his hand over her clothed cunt, wiping the glare right off her face. Her brows knit together and her eyes shut while she fought herself, trying to not bite her own bottom lip. 

A possessive growl left Simon’s throat. “I won’t let them take you again.” He said through grit teeth, the idea of protecting her made him even more eager for her. All she could do was whimper at his words and the soft friction his middle and pointer finger were creating. The teasing was already creating pressure in her lower tummy, the feeling of wanting and needing growing more and more with each rub of his thick fingers. 

“Simon, please.” She didn’t know what she was begging for but whatever it was, she needed it badly. 

“Hmm.” Was all Simon cared to give as he tugged down her sleep pants, leaving her in just panties, knowing he was going to tease her more. He stared for a moment, basking in the sight that lay before him. She was so beautiful to him. A precious flower that he swore to protect, his precious flower. As much as he wanted to tease her for his own enjoyment, he too couldn’t hold back much longer, he wanted –no– needed her and bad. 

“Fuck, lovie.” He breathed out more to himself. The doe-like look she gave him sent him reeling. He could feel his sweats tighten in an aching but pleasurable pain. “Lia…” 

“Simon.” She spoken with a breathlessness to her, she was struggling to keep her composure and was failing the more they stared into each others eyes, 

“You’re beautiful. So, so, so fucking beautiful.” She turned pink almost instantly at his words, not knowing how to respond. Her rosy cheeks were the only response he needed to know how she felt. He grinned. It was genuine, a smile even Price had probably never seen before. 

He felt a tickle, breaking his train of thought. Her soft hands had begun to trail up and down his sides, she fiddled with the hem of his shirt as her cheeks grew redder and redder. “Please, Simon.” She pleaded, just above a whisper. “I need you.” 

Hearing those words lit a fire in Simon’s chest, his hands that rested on her hips pulled away so he could remove his own shirt. It wasn’t the first and probably not the last time she’d seen him shirtless. She was always captivated by every little scar that peppered his chest and arms. Her delicate fingers trailed over the deeper of his scars, the burn along his left pectoral muscle and down across a deep stab wound just above his left hip bone. “Beautiful.” She whispered to herself. She traced over the skull tattoo on his bicep and down to his hand where she laced and locked her fingers with his. 

Simon used this to his advantage, he pulled their interlaced hands up above her head, pinning her there. Her breath hitched in her throat causing Simon to let a small, breathy chuckle escape; she turned pink again. His free hand danced across the top of her panties, a silent question in his eyes. She nodded her head quickly, needing to feel him more intimately. 

His fingers hooked under the fabric and with a quick and skilled motion, he had them down around her ankles where she happily kicked them off into the abyss of the dark room surrounding them. His eyes raked down her body, breathing in the stunning view of her nearly naked sight. He needed more, needed to see more. He unlaced their fingers and stripped her of her shirt with little to no thought and tossed it behind him. She yelped at the sudden movement and coolness that washed over her now fully nude self. 

“Fuckin’ hell.” he nearly growled as he took in all that he was before him. He lowered his head and peppered light kisses up from her collar bone to her neck, forcing her to look up so he could kiss his way to her ear. His attack on her neck continued as he worked his way out of his sleep pants and boxers. The weight of him tapped against her tummy. She forced his head back so she could see his length. Her eyes widened at how big he was, she figured with his height and build that it’d be bigger but she wasn’t expecting her calculations to be correct. 

“I’ll be gentle.” Simon cooed as he watched her intently. 

“It’s gonna hurt.” Ophelia mumbled. 

Simon shook his head, “I promise it won’t.” He could see the visible worry in her brows causing him to chuckle. “But if we need to stop-” he was cut off by her sweet words. 

“No. No, I can take it. I want to. I need to.” Fire burned behind her eyes this time. Lust filled her chest and mind as she stared down at the monstrous length that laid gently against her bare tummy. 

“If at any point we need to stop, you need to tell me.” He watched her, waiting for a response but receiving nothing as she continued to stare. “Ophelia. That's an order.” 

Her eyes snapped up at his sudden sternness. “Y-yes sir.” She muttered without thought. 

“Good girl.” Simon spoke clearly before slowly lowering himself down her body. He continued to trail kisses down her collar bone, to her breast, to her tummy before stopping just at her heat. Fear mixed with hunger overtook Ophelia's eyes as she watched this beast of a man do his work. 

His hot breath tickled the inside of her thighs as he continued downward. He nibbled softly into her thigh, licking and kissing where he bit to sooth the mild burn. He would hover over her cunny, his hot breath tickling her before moving to the other thigh, a tease no doubt. 

“Si…please…I need to feel you.” She breathed out as she balled the sheets in her fists, her legs squirming around his head as she did. 

No words were spoken on his part. A simple smirk was all the communication she received before he abruptly attached his lips to her awaiting, slick with arousal cunt. A near yelp left her throat at the sudden contact. “Oh f-fuck.” 

“Little flower does know how to swear.” Simon mumbled and chuckled as his mouth was still pressed deep against her, the vibrations causing her back to arch.

“I-I’ve sworn b-before.” Speaking was hard for her as the man between her legs was blanking out her mind the more his tongue swirled around her sweet bud. 

“Hardly.” She could tell he was lowering his voice to make the rumble deeper. 

She was getting close, the more he spoke, the more vibration, it was pushing her to the edge and he knew it. His hands curled under her thighs, his fingers surely bruising the tops of her thighs as he held her in place. She pushed against his grip, wiggling more and more as her climax grew. 

“C’mon, lovie. Cum for me.” He let out another possessive growl knowing it would tip her over and he was right. Her legs trembled, her back arched deeper, her knuckles turned white as her grip on the sheets tightened impossibly so. 

“S-s-oh my g-god.” Words were not her friend as she rode through her incredible orgasm. But he didn't stop. His tongue continued to swirl and his nose continued to press into her clit. A thick finger teased and poked at her entrance. “W-wait. Need…need to breathe.” She begged as she panted through the end of her orgasm. But was it really the end? Or was it part one? His thick, calloused finger pushed into her, her back arched more than she knew it could as sweet moans escaped her mouth. 

“Need you ready, lovie. Unless you really want me to.” Simon began to remove his finger but she whimpered, stopping him from moving at all. 

“N-no…I need more, d-don’t pull out. D-don’t.” Her words and thoughts were cut short as he pushed his finger back in but this time with another added. He knew what he was doing and she didn't know how to react. 

He continued his rhythm pushing her to the end yet again. But this one was coming fast, she hardly had time to brace for it before she was spilling over the edge again. 

Soft moans and near squeaks left her as she came for the second time. Ghost smirked, pleased with his abilities. He pushed off the bed, readying himself for what he had been waiting for when her soft whimper pulled his attention to her. 

“Wait…Si…” She reached for him. He gently leaned down, his elbows at either side of her head for support as he looked down into her eyes. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him down for a soft and tender kiss. It was loving and warm, two feelings Simon wasn’t used to feeling. He could feel the passion radiate from her. Her legs found purchase around his hips as she pulled him closer to her. The tip of his cock brushed her incredibly sensitive folds. 

She continued to kiss him, hot and passionate as she tugged at his hips, a silent plea for him to give them both what they desperately needed. She wanted him close as he filled her for the first time. He understood her silent request and snaked a hand down between them to guide himself in, never breaking the kiss. He pushed in slowly, gauging her breathing and movements as he pushed further and further. She took him so well, never wincing or faltering in her breathing as he bottomed out effortlessly. 

“Shit.” He couldn’t help the curses that spilled from his lips. “Fuck, lovie, ya feel so fuckin’ good.” He dipped his head down, his eyes glued shut as he rested his forehead on her shoulder. The feeling was so intense, so perfect, so…right. 

One of her hands carded through his short hair, softly tugging every so often. Her other hand was draped over his back, not really doing much as she didn’t have much energy left. They sat there, his cock sheathed in her gummy walls for a few minutes, basking in each other's warmth before Ophelia wiggled her hips.  

“Just a second more…please.” Simon said breathlessly. Ophelia didn’t respond, instead she continued to massage his scalp. After Simon’s needed second, he began to move. His thrusts were deep but slow at first. He picked up pace after each thrust, growing faster and harder with each snap of his hips before the wet sound of their bodies colliding filled the room. Her moans spilled out as he found a brutal but steady pace. 

“Fuck. You-you feel so good. I’m not gonna last long, flower.” Simon was teetering over the edge of his own orgasm but he’d be damned if his little lady didn’t cum first. He kept his intense pace as he watched her face contort and scrunch. He couldn’t help but kiss his puffy red lips as he thrust as deep as he could inside her. 

“D-don’t stop, Simon. I-I’m close.” Stuttering was all she was good for as moans and whimpers cut her off. 

“Where?” Simon asked through pants. 

“Wha-”

“Where do you want me?” 

“I-inside.” She locked eyes with him as her cheeks burned at his question. “P-pill.” 

A guttural groan mixed with a growl pulled from deep within Simon’s chest to her words, he was so close he didn’t know if he could wait for her but luckily for him, she was at the same point. The string of whimpers and whines that left her lips told him he was allowed to cum. Simon leaned down and captured her lips with his. With one last thrust, he halted, burying himself as deep as he could. His hot, white seed coated the walls of her gummy insides. Her moans filled his mouth as his filled hers. 

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The singsong chirps from the birds outside peacefully pulled Ophelia from her sleep. Her eyes fluttered open as she pulled her arms up over her head to stretch. She abruptly stopped as an aching pain shot from her hips to her lower back. A groan escaped her as she slumped back down into the bed. 

“Mornin’ lovie.” Simon’s voice came from directly next to her. She looked to her left to see Simon’s expressionless face. 

“Good morning.” She trailed off before starting again. “I’m sore.” 

“Mm, good.” Simon grumbled as he wrapped his thick arms around her tiny frame, pulling her close to him. The smell of sex and his natural musk pushed through her scenes, over taking them. She inhaled, loving the smell. 

“What time is it?” She asked as she strained her neck to look up at him. His eyes were closed, not a care in the world. 

“Uh,” Simon twisted his body to look at the clock, bringing her with him. “0500 hours.” He rolled back to the way he was, pulling her close again. 

“Don't you have drills today?” She asked as she attempted to free herself from his grasp. 

“Mmm. Yeah.” Simon mumbled, unbothered by his schedule for the day. “Not till 0600.” 

“You should start getting ready.” Ophelia mumbled, not really wanting to part ways either. 

“Shower with me.” Simon grumbled into her hair. His nose pressed against the top of her scalp. 

“I feel like that'll be less productive, Simon.” 

“Don't care. C’mon.” Simon rolled over to face the edge of the bed, pulling her with him. She was now on top of him, still absorbing all his warmth. 

He pulled them both up from the bed, he maneuvered their bodies so he was holding her bridal style. He pushed off the bed and made way for the small bathroom. Simon sat Ophelia on the closed toilet seat as he began prepping the shower. “I'm assuming you like the water hot?” 

Ophelia nodded her head as she sat there in silence, still not fully awake to process what was happening. An odd sensation took over her as she looked down. She could feel the aching soreness forming between her legs, reminding her what happened the night before. Her cheeks burned a bright pink without her consent. 

“What's wrong?” Simon asked as he finally pulled his attention away from the shower. He was only in boxers and she happened to be in his standard issued army green shirt. 

“Nothing.” She spoke barely above a whisper, embarrassment flooding her scenes. 

Simon knelt in front of her, his hand gently caressed her cheek while the other sat atop her tight. “We uh. We did…stuff…last night.” 

“Hm. Yeah. We did.” A smirk took place on Simon's lips as he stared up at her. “Could always do it again.” 

“N-no! You have drills with the recruits today!” Ophelia tried to hide her face from Simon but he held her hands on top of her thighs under his. 

He chuckled at her embarrassment, but paid no real mind to it before he slipped the shirt she wore from her body. He leaned back a little to admire his work and her body. She had bruises on her hips and upper thighs. She had light bite marks and hickeys peppering her collar bone. She shivered at the sudden coolness of the air around her. Her arms wrapped around her breasts, hiding from the man who sat in front of her. 

“Who do you think did all this?” He asked as he traced a finger over her bruised hip bone. “I've already seen you nude, Lia.” 

“Th-that's not the point.” She looked away from him, finding anything to look at in his rather plane bathroom, anything that wasn't him. 

“I meant what I said last night.” Simon broke the short silence. “About protecting you.” 

Ophelia couldn't help but look at him now, his eyes were soft, a look she was becoming accustomed to. “I know-” 

“No, I mean it. Listen, watching you get taken from my grasp. You were feet from me and they bested me, taking you away. It was at that moment I realized what you meant to me.” 

“Si…” 

“I haven't felt this way in a long time. Soap…Johnny was the last person to make me feel comfortable. He always knew the right joke to say.” Simon sighed as his eyes flickered to the floor before locking his gaze with hers again. “I'm not saying you're a replacement by the way.” Hurt flooded his eyes at the many, many thoughts racing through him at that moment. 

“Simon, I know. I know you don't mean it that way. If anything that's a huge compliment. He has big shoes to fill.” She leaned forward, his forehead being at the perfect height for her to rest hers against his. They both closed their eyes, taking in the moment before Simon remembered the shower. 

“C’mon. Wasting time.” Simon slipped his hands under her thighs and lifted her, he set her gently down on her feet in the shower before removing his boxers and joining her. She gripped his forearms as her legs threatened to give out. 

“Sorry.” Simon spoke bluntly. He placed a hand on her lower back, pulling her close to him as the water cascaded down both their bodies. 

The two of them basked in the warmth of the shower for as long as they could be for cleaning up. Simone washed her for her but wouldn't let her wash him. He said he needed to move quickly so he finished up washing her slowly before turning to wash himself. 

She watched as he slid the bar of soap over his pectoral muscles, his abs, his thick arms, his tummy. He was beautiful to her, the scars that peppered his body were memorizing. It took every fiber in her being to not touch him as he lathered the soap. 

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<- Chapter 9 // Chapter 11 -> Story Masterlist // Main Masterlist

[yunaalescaa]

Seeing people complain that the Now You See Me fandom is dead makes me regret ever closing my fan blog. I miss being able to post “Freeze!” on the timeline to make everyone jump in a Dylan RP vlogs ask box with “Get the quarter back!”

Maybe with the third installment on the way I’ll reboot it?

[outofthiisworld]

6. Does your muse steal clothing from their partner? (Ophelia) 7. Is your muse the big spoon or the little spoon? (Doc) 26. Do they have sex frequently, occasionally, or rarely? (Arlo) 2. Is your muse a deviant? Are they overly flirtatious or forward? (Necrosis because why not lol)

✦˖° Vanilla Sunday Meme

ᯓ✦ 6. Does your muse steal clothing from their partner? (Ophelia) 

ᯓ💜˖° // Oh? Those are her partner’s clothes??? Mm. “Our Clothes.”

ᯓ✦ 7. Is your muse the big spoon or the little spoon? (Doc) 

ᯓ🧪˖° // He’d tell you that it doesn’t matter which way, buuut he does get a bit more fidgety and restless being the little spoon. Doc is far more used to being the bigger spoon and overall enjoys the sensation of caring for others, so being that anchor feels a bit more natural to him.

ᯓ✦ 26. Do they have sex frequently, occasionally, or rarely? (Arlo) 

ᯓ🐰˖° // lol. lmao even. Rarely— if ever! He’s fooled around a little somewhere after his teenage years but before the whole ‘stuck in a timeloop then spat out +35 yrs in the future’ thing; but when you’re a child soldier hero devoted to the cause … there’s not a lot of time leftover to mingle.

ᯓ✦ 2. Is your muse a deviant? Are they overly flirtatious or forward? (Necrosis because why not lol)

ᯓ☣️˖° // Maybe long ago, back in his prime and when he wasn’t infected by a muscle-rotting intergalactic disease … but alas, traditional means of intimacy are hampered by that pesky detail— so he isn’t really out in the market. He is forward, however. Rest assured he’s a gentleman when flirtatious, but do keep in mind he’s still much more likely to try and spin any sort of interest towards him for his own benefit. <-(you’ll let him make you into a superior version of yourself, won’t you?)

[yourfavebooklrsfavebooklr]

New Releases of April 2024!

I’ve been really excited for Dear Wendy for so long! Can’t wait for it to come out :) I have no clue how I’m going to find time to read everything coming out this month tho 😅

[sieglinde-freud]

cannot ever go back to vanilla fates because what do you mean these interactions were not in the real game… why would you do that to me… im thriving right now though actually no one touch me these guys are all so family

[from-izzy]

Describe your mutuals with one emoji.

it is currently 'supposed-to-be-watching-lectures' time but! i need to step back a bit 😭

@astrae4 - 🍰

@cupidjyu - 🎀

@cloverdaisies - 🤍

@justalildumpling - 🎧

@littleroaes - 🌆

@sanaxo-o - 👹

@snowflakewhispers - 🎁

@sohnric - 💕

@strayed-quokka - 🔊

@winterchimez - 📑

[cto10121]

Wish there was this much energy for defending R&J

[puella-1n-somn10]

Got an exam in three hours, but, once more, have another doodle to commemorate another day- this time featuring @dreamerwitches' Magical Witch AU!

To be honest, I've been thinking about how the crossover witches I've been making would exactly fit in to it if I were to ever make MW versions of them- and, in this possibility, they're depicted as nothing more than video game characters. I can absolutely see Oktavia kinda relaring to Sayf in this scenario; both being knights who have dedicated themselves to the ideal vision of what's right and the affimations of those around them, while Ophelia teases her about how he reminds her of our love-struck mermaid.

If he and the rest do exist within the AU, I can see him and Oktavia being sparring buddies! As to how they met? Well...beats me ^^; Mayhaps they might have been penpals prior to the current times! I haven't thought of a rotten witch for him (much less a decent MW design, as we can see here), but the name is as simple as it can get; "burnt too brightly".

Again, Dreamer, if you're reading this, ty so so much for your contributions to the PMMM fandom!! I mean this from the bottom of my heart, you're one awesome goober!!

[omens-for-ophelia]

Early 19th century sketches have such a distinct quality to them, it's so hard to capture! A sneak peek from the AU I am working on, where a modern-day Aziraphale comes across a trunk of old letters and diaries...

October 24th 1821 Disaster! I must hurry and source a new copy of Pride and Prejudice before my trip back to Oxford, lest Angel notice the incriminating red wine stain marring the inside pages. I cannot say if it is his fury I fear more, or the smug expression he will wear when he realises I have been reading it. November 2nd 1821 Arrived in Oxford today. He knew immediately about the book. How he grinned and crowed about it for an entire afternoon! A dreadful, awful bastard. I love him terribly.

[psychotic4ghost]

Strength Together A Story By Psychotic4Ghost

Ghost photos creds @ave661

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Dr. Ophelia Burns is the top of her class, graduated with full marks quicker than any doctor before her. The first female doctor in her family, she is recruited by Captain John Price to be his teams personal doctor after suffering the loss of one of their own. Learning the ropes of the team, she slowly becomes one of them, getting closer and closer with one in particular until Makarov's goons catch wind of her, making it their duty to capture and kill her.

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" “Can’t kill what’s already classified as dead.” He chuckled, something she was becoming accustomed to hearing. It was always a deep and rumbly chuckle but it felt like a nice cup of steamy black tea to her."

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Ophelia Burns Character Sheet

<- Strength Together ->

Chapter 1 ->

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Chapter 10 -> ₊✩₊

Main Masterlist

Other Links for The Story -> Wattpad (up to date) AO3 (not updated)

[p1nk-pallas]

I can't speak, I'm far too late,

but follow me, please, through this gate!!

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Alts - no effects, sketch, reference

Song referenced

[happygirl2oo2]

Elementary Parallels

Gregson about Sherlock kidnapping and planning to intentionally kill the active serial murderer that killed someone he loved (which he didn't end up fully going through with, only beating him up for a bit in a way that would hurt but do no real harm before intentionally taking M to the police himself), s1ep13:

Watson: "Sherlock feels terribly about what happened. He'd tell you himself but you know how he is. What would it take for him to come back? Is it a matter of sitting it out or do you want a formal apology?" Gregson: "You sound like he took my favorite shirt without asking. Holmes planned to torture and murder somebody." Watson: "Sherlock thought that Moran murdered the woman he loved." Gregson: "Which makes it natural to think about paying him back. An employee of this department does not act on those impulses. Do you wanna know what Sherlock can do? Nothing. And if I had to bet, I'd say he's not even sorry. Now, I understand, you're worried about your client, you think that he needs this job to stay sober. I understand that. But he's broken, and he's broken in a way that has nothing to do with whether or not he's getting high."

Gregson about Kitty kidnapping and planning to intentionally kill the active serial rapist and murderer that terribly abused her 5 years ago (which she didn't end up fully going through with, ended up pouring strong acid on his face instead before intentionally revealing Gruner's location to the police), s3ep12 and s5ep15:

Sherlock, answering his phone: "Captain." Gregson: "We got him. Gruner. We've been trying to ping his cell phone for hours, but suddenly it came back on. We found him in a warehouse on Staten Island tied to a chair. At first, we thought someone had lit his head on fire, but the doctor said it was some kind of corrosive. Preliminary lab work says he is Jesse Laird's biological father, and Joan found a book stashed at his place. There are pictures in there that he's not gonna be able to explain. He's gonna wake up after a few hours, and right after I tell him he's under arrest, I'm gonna ask him who did this to him. Maybe it's a name I know. Maybe it isn't. Either way, I'm gonna have to go after them." Sherlock: "Understood." [cut to Sherlock and Kitty talking on the phone] Kitty: "There's some things I need to wrap up with the captain. I wanted you to know that this is the last time I'll be using this phone. Thought you'd want to verify that I really have gone to the airport this time."

Watson: "You want me and Kitty to talk to the captain?" Sherlock: "Is that a problem?" Kitty: "Yeah, Watson. Problem?" Watson: "You didn't just leave New York two years ago, you fled. You dunked some guy's head in a vat of acid." Kitty: "Del Gruner wasn't a "guy," he was a monster. All things considered, I'd say he got off easy. Watson: "All I'm saying is the captain knew it was you." Sherlock: "He suspected. Gruner never said a word about who marked him. Obviously, he didn't want to reveal his true connection to Kitty." Watson: "You really think that's gonna matter to the captain?" Kitty: "I wrote him a letter. The captain, after I got back. I didn't confess to anything… I knew that would put him in a spot… I just… apologized if I disappointed him. We're square." Sherlock: You heard her. They're square." [cut to Watson and Kitty in the police station] Watson: "You're sure about this?" Kitty: "Pretty sure." Watson: "What do you mean, you're pretty sure?" Kitty: "I mean, I'm reasonably certain he won't try to charge me with a two-year-old crime. 60/40. Ish." *Gregson spots Kitty, and immediately his face changes into looking pissed. She waves awkwardly and he begins walking toward her with what seems to be an angry face* Gregson: "Are you kidding me?" *stops in front of Kitty, then immediately his face changes into a happy and smiling one* "How come no one told me you were coming?" *proceeds to hug Kitty* Kitty, relieved: "It's sort of a long story, actually." Gregson: "Oh, yeah?" Kitty: "I could use your help." Gregson: "Okay, come on. We'll talk in my office." Watson: "Must've been one hell of a letter." Kitty: "Yep." *after explaining the case* Gregson: "I'll make some calls. You'll have all the help you need from the police in Jersey. But first, I'm gonna go find Marcus. I know he's gonna want to say hi to you."

Gregson about Hannah intentionally locating and killing the active serial murderer that killed someone she loved (which she fully went through with, before then intentionally disposing of Michael's dead body by putting it in the garbage with the help of a willing accomplice and only confessing to the crime to her cop father while being drunk), s6ep21:

Gregson: "How much do you know?" Sherlock: "Almost all of it. Michael was killed by a woman at the home of a man named Denny Mulgrew. An accomplice helped her dispose of the body: a man named Curtis Jenkins, father of Graham. I confess I don't know at what point you were drawn into the plot, but once you were, you realized that the killer could be undone by security footage recorded outside Mr. Jenkins' workplace, so you went there and you destroyed it. I spent the better part of today thinking that Michael's killer was Special Agent Mallick. But no. It's Hannah. Your daughter." Gregson: "Maddie wasn't just Hannah's roommate. She was her best friend. After Maddie's murder, Hannah took some time off. She was supposed to be getting her head together. Instead, she started looking into Rowan on her own. She dug in. She got to know all the people in his life. Including Denny Mulgrew. After she heard about what happened at your place, she got to thinking. He's not going to a hospital. He'd go to a guy like Mulgrew. So she played a hunch. She went to his place and staked it out. The next morning, after Mulgrew left, she found a way inside. She had her gun with her. But she thought that was too good for him, so she used her baton instead. Him calling Joan's name-- she never heard that. And she sure as hell didn't know the whole thing was being recorded." Sherlock: "So, when did she make you an accessory?" Gregson: "Couple hours later, I got a call from a friend of mine who owns a bar. He said Hannah was there and that she was in bad shape. So I went there, got her into my car. And that's when she told me everything." Sherlock: "You have to tell the FBI." Gregson: "I can't. No. Hannah's a cop. She can't go to prison."

[hyenasnake]

Anthony J. Crowley: breaker of toxic parenting cycles