#permanent airplane ears

[m0rbs]

One with the whales Spock drawings I’m thinking about him

[nyoomerr]

How about half demon SY fic? Maybe with some Cinderella-esque elements?

I can easily imagine Airplane making another half demon (of the non-heavenly variety) as a character foil for Binghe.

The original version was regularly mistreated by his full demon relations, saw them sucking up to the also half-demon emperor (maybe even trying to marry off a bratty full demon half-sister), and in his rage set up some dramatic ‘revenge’ plot that ended in his death.

Of course, with Shen Yuan in the role (and not wanting to die like the OG-version), he somehow bungles the whole thing into a seduction instead.

i'm not sure about cinderella-esque, but here's some half demon sy taking pity on things he really shouldn't be taking pity on, lmao

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Luo Binghe was not the only half demon in Proud Immortal Demon Way, of course. Between cultivators that wanted to get a little freaky with it (weird) and demon lords who took human women as war prizes (downright terrible), there were plenty of occasions for mixed breeds to be born. 

Luo Binghe was, however, the only successful half demon.

His spiritual pathways developed perfectly suited to balance demonic and spiritual qi without getting the two energies tangled, and none of his demonic traits interfere with his human ones as so many other half demons experience. His demonic teeth sit without discomfort in his human mouth, he has no extra demonic appendages that struggle to reconcile with a human circulatory system, and his claws don’t even bleed when he retracts and extends them in a way that would cause any other half demon to be crippled with pain.

Perhaps it’s a result of his miracle healing blood parasites working overtime to keep his body from sabotaging itself; perhaps it’s simply the protagonist halo at work.

Either way, the less fortunate half demons of Proud Immortal Demon Way had every reason to despise Luo Binghe. Most of them did, or at the very least started off that way - several partly demonic women had of course been won out in the end by charming smiles and the discovery of just what other benefits Luo Binghe received from his successful mixing (read: his monster dick).

Shen Yuan had not transmigrated into a woman, though, and the character he had landed inside of had been one of the less fortunate half demons Luo Binghe ever stumbled across. 

Shen Yuan’s body had tried to grow both human and demonic ears alike, one on top of the other, warping each other and resulting in permanently impaired hearing. His pupils were stuck in the large, open shape of the sorts of demons that live almost entirely in the dark, but his human retina was not similarly adjusted, and Shen Yuan suffered near constant migraines whenever he went out in the sun. His teeth were made of rows of sharp needles, but his diet had not adjusted to allow him to eat as much - or as raw of - meat as his demonic ancestry had prepared him for, to say nothing of the way the sharp points of his teeth always left his mouth bleeding.

It was miserable. 

Even the good parts - the interesting parts, the things like the way his hair looked iridescent in the light or the general increase in energy and durability that Shen Yuan got to experience - did not seem to make up for the downsides of his mixed blood. 

And that was all before taking into the account the way that Shen Yuan was nearly entirely shunned by both demonic and human cultures alike, too.

Ah, it was unfair!! What kind of transmigration experience treated its host so poorly?! What kind of shitty wish fulfillment left the victim so deeply unfortunate?! Shen Yuan wanted a refund, damn it!!

If there was one saving grace to the situation, it was that Shen Yuan was not beholden to the plot in any way. The original host Shen Yuan had taken over had, in the later chapters of PIDW, been one of the prominent figures at the head of an attempted coup. His resentment towards his own life had burned and burned until he’d redirected it at Luo Binghe, a symbol of unfair success that he would never see, and he’d gotten himself barely half a paragraph in PIDW to describe his vengeful death for his troubles.

Shen Yuan refused to be such a small footnote in Luo Binghe’s life. If he was going to suffer by living in this world, then he’d wring every bit of joy he could from the world that causes that suffering. 

Naturally, the only good thing that this world offers is Luo Binghe himself.

“My Lord,” Shen Yuan demures, his tone hushed as he bends to refill Luo Binghe’s goblet. 

He had not been able to win a direct audience with Luo Binghe; outside of Luo Binghe himself, no half-breed is considered of good enough standing to be allowed the emperor’s time in such a way. Instead, Shen Yuan had taken a job as a servant in the Underground Palace, carefully biding his time and working his way towards this very moment, where he’d get to lean in close to refill Luo Binghe’s drink during a meal.

Luo Binghe cuts a sharp glance at him, then at the drink Shen Yuan has poured him, but says nothing.

“My Lord,” Shen Yuan says again, wetting his lips nervously. “The cursed mirror you seek is in the Fire Grass Marshes.”

Luo Binghe hums, his expression unreadable. “And how does a little servant know of such a thing?”

Shen Yuan swallows thickly. ‘I read it in a story about you in another world,’ isn’t exactly the sort of answer that would cut it, here. He can’t just brush it away as rumor, though, either; Shen Yuan needs to prove that he is uniquely useful to Luo Binghe. A usefulness that will both excuse his impudence in approaching Luo Binghe this way, and will allow Shen Yuan to remain close to Luo Binghe in the future.

Shen Yuan will not lose this gamble.

“This lowly one is a half demon like my Lord is,” Shen Yuan says, voice hushed. “My Lord is blessed; the rest of us are -”

Shen Yuan’s words catch in his throat. He’s only been in this body for a little under a decade, but it’s still - the hardships he’s had to endure, and the discrimination, and - Shen Yuan swallows again, trying to steady himself.

“In general, half breeds are not accepted in either culture,” Shen Yuan finally says, voice still low and deferential. “We have had to find livings in places that are not generally hospitable.”

“And you’ve lived in the Fire Grass Marshes as a result, then?” Luo Binghe asks.

Shen Yuan nods. The rest of the dining room has fallen silent by now, watching closely as Luo Binghe considers the daring little servant that has approached him as such. It makes Shen Yuan sweat, just a bit, but then again…

Their attention is not nearly as heavy as the single-minded focus of Luo Binghe himself. 

“The Fire Grass Marshes may not be worth the trouble to retrieve such a small item,” Luo Binghe says after a long silence, turning his gaze away from Shen Yuan at last. “There are other artifacts this Lord can use instead.”

Shen Yuan… maybe panics just a bit. He didn’t make this much of an effort to have Luo Binghe’s attention only to be dismissed outright like this, as if it isn’t worth the bother, ah!!

“Of course, my Lord wouldn’t have to fetch it himself!” Shen Yuan rushes to say. “That is, this lowly one can - if it pleases my Lord, I mean - for you -”

“If you’d offer to fetch it yourself, why didn’t you simply bring it with you now?” Luo Binghe asks blandly. Then, a bit more dangerously, he adds: “Don’t waste this Lord’s time, little servant.”

“If the mirror isn’t good enough, this servant can fetch something else,” Shen Yuan tries. “This lowly one knows much about lands that aren’t usually fit for exploration, so -”

“Why?” Luo Binghe interrupts, turning back to once more fix Shen Yuan with his full attention. “The only reward you will receive is your life, should I decide to spare you for the insolence.”

Shen Yuan swallows thickly, once, twice. He needs to fix this, or else his life - if he manages to keep it - will only end up more miserable than it was before. 

He refuses to go back to that, not now that he’s managed to be so close to Luo Binghe.

“This lowly one only wishes to help spare my Lord of unnecessary suffering -”

Luo Binghe stands suddenly, his chair tipping behind him and the dishes on the table falling and spilling at the sudden jostling movement.

Shen Yuan doesn’t much notice, what with the way Luo Binghe has wrapped a single large hand around his throat and begun to squeeze.

“Do not dare to speak of my suffering,” Luo Binghe snarls, his teeth inches from Shen Yuan’s face. “Do not dare to presume to know what I can and can not tolerate.”

Shen Yuan gasps, scrambling with his stupid, defective claws at the hand around his neck.

“I’m sorry,” he manages to choke out, “I’m sorry, but - but regardless of what you can tolerate, you shouldn’t have to suffer at all, it’s -”

Luo Binghe’s grip tightens, and Shen Yuan falls silent, focusing on trying to breathe. 

He does not break eye contact with Luo Binghe, though.

Because this is the truth of it: Shen Yuan’s mixed breed body sucks ass, and he’s suffered for it, and he’s been humiliated for it, and even the cool, kickass parts of transmigration have been kinda lame for it. He kind of hates it. He more than kind of understands the resentment that the original goods had harbored.

But Shen Yuan has the insight of a PIDW reader, and he knows that despite his perfect biology, Luo Binghe has suffered far more than most half breeds have. 

Shen Yuan and his kin are shunned, but they are not outright beaten or discarded or starved or pushed into the Abyss. They may be given shitty jobs, but they are given jobs; they’ve never had anyone try to sabotage their cultivations or been forced to overturn the demonic hierarchy just to find a safe place to sleep. Most people dislike them, but those that do care for Shen Yuan and other half breeds like him can be trusted; their regard is honest, as it can not be motivated by any sort of desire for power or influence.

Shen Yuan has suffered, but he has also experienced luxuries that Luo Binghe has not. 

He’s suffered, and he’s hated this stupid fucking transmigration, but - 

But in the end, he could have found ways to enjoy it that didn’t involve walking up to the protagonist and offering to help. He could have used his meta knowledge to get rich and powerful enough to explore the world on a cool vacation, instead of trying to use it to bargain for a spot at Luo Binghe’s side.

“Binghe should have someone looking out for him,” Shen Yuan wheezes. Maybe wheezes. Maybe he doesn’t say it at all. His vision is spotty and his brain is a bit foggy and he certainly wouldn’t have dared to say such a thing if he was fully conscious. 

Luo Binghe’s grip slackens all at once, and Shen Yuan crumples to the ground, coughing. 

“You’ll get only one chance,” Luo Binghe warns him. It’s very clearly a threat.

When Shen Yuan manages to look up at him, though, his expression is not as cold and dangerous as it had been a minute ago.

It looks hungry.

[divine-misfortune]

Hello! For the smut prompts:

“I need to be inside you/you to be inside me“

„In the bath“

With Dewther please?

So....I got....Carried away. This is 2.2k words of Dewther being gross and in love and also really fucking horny about finally being together again.

Mild cw for talk of knotting and the slightest mention of cumflation towards the end, and a bit of weirdly possessive Aether for spice.

Read on ao3 or below!

The atmosphere in the bathroom was heavy, made thick by the rich scents of lavender and geranium. It made his lungs feel warm. Each breath was close to intoxicating, something floral and sweet mingling with the familiar spice that was so unapologetically Dewdrop. To say it was going to his head would be an understatement, almost high off the air of intimacy alone. 

Aether drew in another greedy, full-bodied breath and the little ghoul plastered against his chest stirred. Dew's tail draped over the edge of the tub flicked with a minor annoyance and he carefully wrapped both arms around his midsection, kissing the top of his head with a sympathetic sound.

Safe in the quintessence ghoul's strong embrace Dew mirrored his sigh. Content, finally.

Months of travel took its toll, Aether knew that and couldn't say he missed that part of touring. Too small bunks on a swaying tour bus, lumpy hotel beds with starchy sheets, the entire god awful experience of airports and airplanes in general - Hell, in short. Dew had always struggled with the inconsistent and uncomfortable travel, Aether's own absence surely only added to the distress. The fire ghoul hadn't let him out of arm's reach since they'd reunited that morning. Not that he was complaining, or that he himself hadn’t been equally as bad.

Clingy was one word to describe his behavior but territorial was a better, more accurate one. 

He drew Dew closer, as much closer as he could manage which wasn't much. Bare skin to bare skin, back to chest, the only thing between them was the literal atoms that made them but even that wasn't close enough for Aether. It was almost enough to ease irksome yearning trying to carve itself into his bones. All those months without his pack - without Dew - had started to physically hurt and he never wanted to let him go now that they were together again. The idea was sort of nauseating. 

But he tucked Dew's hair behind his ear. A gesture to prove this moment real, an act of tenderness that was as self serving as it was self soothing. Dew chirped curiously, soft enough Aether suspected he had started to nod off.

“You still with me droplet?” 

“Mm…” He nods, or tries to. It proves to be too much effort for him to commit to, “haven't gone anywhere.” 

There’s a sleepy, floaty quality about his voice that just about makes his heart flutter. 

Aether chuffed out a laugh against his neck and Dew's ear twitched as he tried to shy away from the ticklish breath. He settled quickly though. All it took was Aether petting the flat of his hand over his belly, drawing another shallow sigh out of him. Content as he should be, as he deserved to be. 

“Missed you y'know,” he mumbled into the curve of his shoulder, against the warmth of his skin. It wasn't the first time he'd said it since their reunion and it certainly wouldn't be the last but the words carried the same weight. He hoped they'd stick and linger on Dew with all the permanency of scar tissue. 

“Course you missed your favorite fire ghoul.” 

“Ifrit didn't go anywhere though.”

“Wh-” Dew’s tail slapped against the surface of the water as he sat upright, ears pinning back as he threw a glare over his shoulder. His eyes were still a touch foggy with exhaustion. “We were having a nice moment, asshole. Don't make me boil you in this tub.” 

His pointed nose scrunched up with a feigned distaste as he folded his arms and Aether laughed again. Full bellied and genuine. Contempt was a mask he wore with ease but that was all it was, a mask that Aether saw clear beneath. He'd long since wormed his way under that rough exterior  and made a home in his carefully guarded affections, and since then Dew couldn’t hide a thing from him. 

“Oh you wouldn't,” Aether hummed with a confidence Dew scoffed at. He kissed the space under his ear, and once more under his jaw “I know my sweet boy better than that….” Wandering from his belly, his hand settled to pet over his hip, fingers dipping into the cut of it. Far enough to get Dew squirming a little, “know you missed me too baby.” 

“Nn…Maybe a little bit.” His pulse jumped under the brush of lips, more truthful than the fire ghoul intended to be that's for sure. An open mouthed kiss to the side of his neck was all it took to elicit honesty in a shudder. His knees poking above the water almost knocked together, a few kisses and Aether knew he had that cute little cock starting to fatten up. “...Missed you too Aeth,” he finally confessed, much like prayer. 

As much as Dew appeared to prefer a more silent variety of affection, he was impossibly weak to being loved on. Adoring whispers of I love you was all Aether needed to bring some pink to those high cheekbones. Chaste kisses and casual displays alone could get his dick twitching with interest and Aether loved that about him. Loved how sweet of a weakness it was, and how easily he could exploit such a proclivity nearly as much. 

“Say it again” Aether instructed, teasing his nails through the cornsilk hair just above where Dew needed him. He'd barely brushed the base of his cock and Dew was starting to blush a proper, more fitting of a fire ghoul, red. 

Somehow Dew melted further, like he was trying to meld himself entirely with his mate. His knees fell apart against either side of the tub. More than invitation. 

“Missed you, fuck, Aeth I missed you every fucking second.” He choked out, head falling back against his shoulder, “need you to touch it. Touch me, remind me.”

The flowery air turns spiced, clove just starting to be exposed to heat. Faint yet growing. Aether couldn't get enough. 

Still partially soft, his cock was almost engulfed in his palm. Dew exhaled shakily, he was sure his eyes fluttered but Aether wasn't looking - though he should have been - his attention was fixed below the surface of the water. Watching Dew slowly stiffen up was his favorite part. He wanted to watch the head flush to match his cheeks, enjoying the sight almost as much as the physical sensation of him filling out and twitching for him. It made it feel real, made Dew feel real. 

It's not fast but it certainly wasn't slow. Teasing was the last thing on his mind, but he refused to rush. Not when they'd both gone so long without each other. He mouthed lazily at his pulse and caught himself grinning against his throat, already imagining the messy purple splotches he planned to litter his skin with. Truthfully they had nothing but time. 

“Did it miss me too?” Aether purred, squeezing his cock just enough to wring a semi pained and entirely pleasured groan out of Dew. 

“Uh-huh…” Dew noddled, a little dumbly. Something that happened often when he was left in Aether's hands. 

Aether reveled in every twitch, every hitched breath. He wanted to commit it to memory. He kept an arm tight around his middle while twisting his free hand up and down his length. With his eyes screwed shut Dew reached blindly for him, overlapping with his unoccupied hand before naturally lacing their fingers together. It was sweet if you ignored the slight death grip Dew had on his other arm. 

It was getting increasingly harder to ignore his own ache. 

He thumbed over his slit a few times and Dew keened enough he nearly peeked over the water but Aether drew him back with a little hum. Shamelessly taking the opportunity to slide his cock against the cleft of his ass, Dew kicking hard in his fist. 

“Easy baby boy…Don't tell me I've got you close already.” 

Dew shook his head but all Aether had to do was sneak that hand down to squeeze at his overly tight balls. His jaw went slack and his thighs shook. 

“Can't cum for me yet,” Dew whined sadly, a little wounded “need to be inside you.” 

“Aeth…” His breath trembled, a quiver throughout his entire little body as those thick fingers moved further. Over the seam of his sack to rub the pads of two against his taint, grazing his hole. 

“Shh” He knew the pleading was close behind. The pathetic breathless babbling that would usually drive him wild would only drive a sad stake into his already yearning heart. He didn't want that version of Dew tonight, he wanted him blissed and spoiled to the point of overwhelm. An entire tour worth of love and desire to pour into the space of a single bath, months of time to make up for. “You've got me, you've got all of me.”

Unwilling to waste another precious second he pressed his middle finger past the fluttering ring of muscle, the two of them groaning in unison. Always so fucking tight - something that hadn't left his thoughts since their last night together. The promise of Dew wrapped so snug around him made him lightheaded.

“Belial, you still get all slick for me like you used to.” He nosed into his pale hair, wanting to bury himself in the smoky scent. “Always gonna be my little water ghoul, aren't you?” 

Squirming slightly, his flush crept damn near all the way down his chest. Despite that fidgeting Dew still moaned and tried to roll his hips. Aether gave him a second digit without warning and the biddable fire ghoul was nearly trying to fuck himself on both fingers. Doing most of the work for him, all Aether had to do was scissor him open and listen to hot puffs of breath that Dew panted out. He swore the room was getting warmer with every sigh. 

“Could smell it on you all fucking day,” Aether rumbled lowly, lips grazing a particular birthmark on his shoulder blade and Dew’s body clenched around him. “My needy boy, couldn't get my cock off your mind.” 

“Couldn't stop thinking about it, haven't stopped since the last show ended. Been waiting to come home to you.” 

Aether nearly growled, proprietorial desire burning like a supernova at his core. It made his neglected cock throb against the small of Dew's back, fat and heavy. He licked over his fangs and withdrew from the desperate clutch of his body. Dew deflated, sagging uselessly into him. 

Limp and pliable, it was almost like sliding into a doll. Easy with only the slightest bit of his resistance despite the proper lack of prep. Dew's breath caught as he nudged the head of his cock against his winking hole, unaccustomed to his girth but desperate for it, he tried to sink down onto him. Aether swore the whole bathroom tilted, maybe the entire world went sideways when the flushed red tip popped inside of him. It punched a guttural sound from him, and a high reedy cry from Dew. He grabbed a handful of his barely there ass to still him, already breathing heavily. 

His body was heavenly, or hellish in how sinfully good it was. Aether should have been dubbed a saint with the sheer restraint he exhibited not throwing Dew over the edge of the tub then and there. Hot and tight hardly described it, a vise set to draw him in and never let him go. Only having taken an inch Dew was already trying to milk him for all he was worth. 

“Ha - shit.” Aether swallowed thickly, dizzy. “Oh, oh you want it bad.”

“Fucking fill me.” A touch more demanding than Aether would typically allow, he chose to let it go. After so many months he couldn't fault Dew for forgetting his place or the rules. 

Taking his bony hips in both hands, he was reminded of just how small the fire ghoul was - just how perfectly he fit in his palms - Aether finally gave it to him. In one less than gentle movement he sheathed himself into the unholy embrace of his velvety walls. Dew's mouth fell open in a silent cry, breath ripped from his lungs. He hadn't fared much better, Aether swore the edges of his vision went fuzzy and dark. 

“Yes, yeah, Lucifer - You just fucking take it don't you?” 

“So…S’big.” 

“It is, huh darling?” He lifted him up an inch and immediately let him drop back down quick and unguided. Aether was sure Dew’s eyes crossed. “Been waiting for you. Saving it for you.” 

“Y - You,” 

“Mhm…” The quintessence ghoul licked a fat stripe up the side of his throat, reveling in the salt of his sweat on his tongue. “You wanna be filled, gonna fucking fill you.” 

Dew's head tipped forward, chin to his chest, as Aether guided his hips in a slow circle. 

“Gonna make you so full” he grabbed a shaking hand and guided Dew's palm to his belly, pressing. “Nn…Feel me? You feel me in there?” 

The fire ghoul could barely gurgle a semblance of response.

“Here, I'm gonna cum right here and then you'll really fucking feel it. Bet I can make that belly swell with it, then ‘m gonna force you on my knot where you belong.” His head was swimming. Water sloshed over the edge of the tub. “Might never let you off, keep you, claim you.” 

“O-Oh fuh-” 

“Hells below, you're oh - my good boy.” Aether reached for Dew's little dick, fingers curling snug around it. “Mine.”

[switch]

hmm, the phatmojo neopets plushie prototypes. i have the most problems with the aisha plushies. i know model consistency is barely a thing in neopets but the aisha feels kind of off model to me. the weird crooked-but-centered mouth looks awful on the basic size. the large size looks like it's struggling to hold up its own head while both sizes seem to have trouble holding up their second set of ears, which is a problem that's plagued aisha plushies before but it usually only developed with age/wear. not a fan of the pattern having pronounced nub paws instead of relatively flat feet like aishas are supposed to and previous aisha plushies have had. i'm also not sure why they chose that sort of... more realistic outward-facing shell-shaped pattern for the smaller ears when they should be a flat triangle inside another triangle, or at least front-facing, both of which were done in previous aisha plushies. this ear style wouldn't be bad on its own, but it looks incongruous with style of the second set of ears. the position of the wings looks... not ideal at most angles, kind of just stuck out flat like an airplane, but admittedly i'm not sure how you'd fix that.

i also personally hate that they kept the permanently curved dinosaur tail that the conversion art introduced but whatever, it's a stock art feature so i can't objectively criticize them for that.

the doglefox looks fine. i don't have any complaints about the doglefox, i think it's the best plush of the lineup. doglefoxes are normally supposed to have solid black eyes but i don't think the eye whites look bad here at all. it's just cute.

the kacheek is sort of weird. they unfortunately repeated the mistake many older kacheek plushes made of excessively defining the shape of their (relatively nonexistent) snout, and also opting to represent the tuft of hair as two black strings to match the game lineart instead of doing an actual tuft of fabric fluff. it reminds me of that bread dog pokemon, or the warrior cat plushie snouts. historically, the cutest kacheek plushies have been ones that tone down the snout line (and use fluff for the head hair, like the keyquest plushies), if you ask me. but even if they were going to do this, the eyes should then be pushed down to create that cute creased-lower-lid look that kacheeks have in their standard art. although, i don't think any kacheek plushies ever succeeded at capturing the creased-eye look except the baby one, and i guess speckled burker king but that one looks odd for other reasons. but that's what they should be doing if they want it to look cute instead of massively overemphasizing the line of the snout itself. the head is also weirdly wide at the top. at least the tail and body look fine.

[usafphantom2]

Feb 4th, 1983 - RAF Mildenhall - RWY 11 - #17972 - Bredette B C Thomas and John Morgan 4 Hour Mission to Murmansk. Having been in Love with Planes all my life, building countless Lego planes, and reading Airplane books, at the age of 10 my father, Robert D Hall Jr (Photos) got a duty station with Lockheed at Mildenhall after doing 9 weeks at Beale, then 5 weeks at Mildenhall, 6 Weeks at Kadena, and Another 4 weeks back at Mildenhall, decided to stay at Mildenhall permanently, moved the whole family to England for 5.5 years.

on Feb 4th, 1983 He woke me up at 4am and quietly took me out of the house for a secret mission of our own. We drove to the base and we went to the main Det 4 Hanger (The one you have seen in many airshow photos) but in early 83 the U-2 was still there before moving to Alconbury. I was given a walk around the U-2 in the hangar. It must not have been a busy day since there was no-one in the hangar but myself and my dad and one other person. up close and personal with the U-2. I thought this was a great day of hooky from school, but the best was yet to come…..

We walked to the parking lot and onto the grass close to the taxi-way and he pointed across the runway to the hangar, where at that moment the ‘Blackbird’ was rolling out. My Father always had his camera with him, and started taking some shots while I watched the SR taxi out behind the hangar and wrap around to the end of the runway. We watched as all the pre-takeoff checks were performed by the ground crew. I waited with anticipation, but never expected the spectacular show I was about to see. We were only about a football field length away from the runway, and as the plane slowly started rolling forward, fuel streaking out the back of the plane, the afterburners lit and the air was suddenly filled with the sound of thunder. If you have ever tried to describe something to a person that they have never experienced themselves, then words would fail you. I can only describe a sound so loud and deep that it didn’t hurt your ears so much as it shook your body. You could feel it in your chest and if you could ever say that the experience touched your soul because you walk away with this profound sense of having come face to face with something you cannot describe or could only ever experience once or twice in a lifetime. Even at the age of 11 I felt that way, and look back on it as one of the top 5 experiences of my life.

As I was still getting over the thrill of the sound and sight of the afterburners, I watched as the Blackbird took-off and climbed, pulling up high and to the right ever so slightly, disappearing into a little black dot in less than half a minute , and thinking… that went by way.

Habubrats had the best opportunities. New photographs they are using that TEB to start the engines.🔥🔥

@Habubrats71 via X

[quillpokebiology]

Floragato Facts

(art by Judyy Jun on Deviantart)

-The scientific name for Floragato is "Fellis magus" which translates to "Cat/Theif magician"

-Floragato became more known worldwide because of the Unovan/Paldean film called "Floragato in Boots" (the fairytale was actually around for hundreds of years before its movie adaptation!)

-The fur tufts were bred to look like the Fluer de lis

-Female Floragato can also be called Floragata

-During medieval Paldea, florogato were seen as deviant tricksters that would manipulate people into doing what they want. I like to compare to the trope of a rogue

-Meowscarada and Floragato are romantics at heart, and they often do large displays of affection for their mates. But a favorite of theirs seems to be giving their mates roses. You can tell which is a floragato/meowscarada den by the number of picked roses decorating the outside of the dens

-Florogago throw their yoyos in the same stance as a fence taking out their sword

-They like to have all the attention on them and perform tricks to do so. Because of this, they tend to get jealous when they see their trainers giving attention to other Pokemon, and will often paw at their trainers arms or headbutt them to get their attention

-Floragato ears are permanently in 'airplane' mode (ears being pointed backwards) so they can run faster

-Floragato's front paws are able to spread out really far, which is useful when climbing trees

-Floragato will make homes in both trees and fields, while Meowscarada prefer to make dens near large trees they can hide in

-Sprigatito, Floragato, and Meowscarada fur becomes drier in Autumn

-If Floragato can't find any berries or prey, they will sleep in sunlight to gain energy that way

-Cat condos are very important if you have an indoor Floragato, since it can replicate the feeling of climbing a tree

-While the fur that falls off of them can be used to make perfume, it is also used to make a drug similar to weed

-Despite being great climbers, they can't climb down trees face first since their paws face downwards

-The Floragato line can't taste sweets that well

For anyone curious, here's a fact post about Meowscarada!

[gotta-pet-em-all]

M!A

Skitty ears in place of your normal ears. Have fun.

LSKDJFGHSLTRKBSHDF I FORGOT I HAD THIS ON

now i have permanent airplane ears cause they're on the side of my head..... AUGH i want to EMOTE damnit

ah well, my anons are nice anyways.

[itsuki-minamy]

"K – RETURN OF KINGS" (NOVEL-ADVANCE)

CHAPTER 9: NEKO'S DREAM (Pages 440-447)

TRANSLATION: NARU-KUN

"In this age, not just the ones who need us, but the ones "we" need, we will take all."

Nagare activated a special ability and made several windows float in the air. Ranker Limited Quest.

An important order as a mission only for Mishakuji and Sukuna. When he stroked it, the window turned into a paper airplane and flew off into the darkness.

"Activate mission 5538. Let's raise a new "Jungle" with our own hands."

With a small murmur, Nagare slowly rose to his own feet.

++++++++++

Cutting through the darkness of the night, the sound of the 750cc exhaust carried through the metropolitan highway.

As he made his way through the gaps between the trailers, the big motorcycle of "Kerun" ran like an arrow. With his full-face helmet he didn't feel the wind, but the landscape he saw melted at great speed and didn't hold a constant shape. If he made the slightest mistake steering the wheel, he would be thrown high and far and melt into one of the blobs of that landscape.

Inside the rider's gloves, his palms were soaked. Gripping the steering wheel over and over again, "Kerun" yelled.

"Hey, "Jema"! Persecution, what's going on?!"

He was sure that he had already gotten rid of them, it was okay to slow down. Disappear and reappear as if it had been blown away by the wind. As the lights streamed in from the edge of his vision, "Kerun" wished for him from the bottom of his heart.

"No! They're still chasing us! ''Scepter 4'' even sent a helicopter?!"

Thinking it was a joke, he felt a chill in his stomach. Thoughts and memories rushed through his mind as fast as the landscape passed.

It was supposed to be just a game. If you win, you get points, and if you use the points, you get super powers, it's a wonderful game. "Kerun'' and "Jema'' advanced by leaps and bounds. They weren't strong, but they were quick and wise. They only dabbled in safe, delicious missions, and they won handily. The power they gained there helped them change their lives. A lot of money, delicious food, fun trips, cute girlfriends, all of which are things that cannot be obtained as a student, all of which are obtained through "Jungle".

And now all of that was about to be removed.

The HUD that was displayed within the full face summoned even more despair. A map that reflected his location information, the destination was blocked with a red X mark. "Scepter 4" was shutting down traffic. The only way to escape was to go down the lower path. If so, it's the end of the series. "Kerun" was not so good at motorcycle technique that he could run freely on narrow roads.

University, family, girlfriend, finding a job, life. Several words came to his mind. There is a lot written on the "Jungle" forum about what happens to psychics trapped in "Scepter 4". Day after day, unspeakable torture would await him. According to one person, they were thrown into a special prison and never returned to society. According to another person, electrodes were implanted in their brains and they were forced to work permanently as a slave to "Scepter 4".

Even if those comments contained exaggerations, he would undoubtedly be branded as "criminal". He would drop out and live a long, dark life as a straggler.

He didn't like that. Why did he look like that? There are many guys doing worse things.

At the moment when his face distorted as if he was about to cry, a voice suddenly echoed in his ear.

"Do you want me to help you?"

Jiggle, the rider outfit trembled. He didn't know where he was hearing it from. When he entered the HUD, an unknown account was connected to the voice chat. "Kerun" he shouted agitated.

"Who are you?! Jema, what's going on?!"

"I-I don't know! Although it's supposed to prevent unauthorized accounts from entering."

"With that level of security? Are you serious? Well, it doesn't matter. Whether you want help or not, decide in 10 seconds."

The blocking net was closing on the map every moment. He didn't have time to hesitate. "Kerun" he begged someone he didn't know.

"Help me! I'll pay you!"

"Ok. Go down to the lower path."

Before thinking about it, "Kerun" slammed on the brakes, turned the steering wheel, and left the metropolitan highway. As he crossed at excessive speed, more voices echoed.

"Turn right at the first light. Go straight and stop at a convenience store. Just wait for instructions."

"Oh, hey! If I do something like that, I'll get caught by "Scepter 4"."

"If you want to be safe, listen to what I tell you in a low voice."

Gritting his teeth, he still did as he told him. At the same time, he activated "Whisper Command" and ask "Jema", who should be watching from afar.

"W-What's going on? Who is he?"

"Uh, I don't know! But he's quite an advanced hacker. Our conversation just now could have been overheard..."

Of the two, "Kerun" is mainly in charge of practical work and "Jema" is mainly in charge of information processing. Since "Jema" said so, it would be better to think that the network was under control.

While he was thinking about such things, "Kerun" stopped in front of a convenience store.

His vision was shrouded in darkness.

"......?!"

He panicked and looked left and right. He was pitch black for only a moment, and what jumped out at him were the exposed concrete and inorganic guide lights. Somewhere in the underground escape passage a thought came to him...

A voice came from the side this time.

"Let's hide here for a while."

A figure suddenly appeared in a space that should have been empty. The entire body was wrapped in black clothing, and the face was covered with a full face mask. It was a bit different from the camouflage mask they wore, but it was definitely a member of "Jungle".

"...Ah, are you the guy who contacted me?"

When he cautiously asked, the black clad shrugged slightly.

"I'm under no obligation to respond. My job is to get the target to safety."

Saying that, the black clothed one put his hand to his ear and began to communicate somehow.

He didn't know what it was.

But at least "Scepter 4" didn't seem to get there. When he looked at the map on the HUD, he could see blue emblems representing PCs with "Scepter 4" and follow-on helicopters moving back and forth around them. "Kerun" felt a cold sensation that they must be looking around.

"Eh?"

"Kerun" couldn't believe what he was seeing.

The map started to move, but he hadn't moved. However, the marker meaning "myself" on the map was moving at considerable speed. An old marker began to move in pursuit of him.

Like a hyena chasing wounded prey. "Kerun" looked at him in a daze and uttered words that weren't even a question.

"What's happening...? Am I here? Why is the map moving?"

The answer came out of his ear.

"What's moving is a discarded PDA I set up here. I hacked into your account and made you log in twice there. It'll take a while before they notice the clothes."

"Huh?! Hey, what are you doing?! Taking someone's account without permission!"

"Well then, shall we bring them back? The blue clothes will gladly come to pick you up."

He had no words. He didn't like it, but he had to listen. That guy certainly seemed to be an ally, but an ally in "Jungle" means nothing more than "an opponent who has the same interests". Depending on the situation, he could always become an enemy.

Before long, the mark of "Scepter 4" disappeared from the map, and "Kerun" patted his chest in relief.

"...Apparently, it seems to be fine. Thank you for your help."

"The reward is 10,000 JP."

The blood of "Kerun" was frozen at the ready-to-use request.

"What? 10,000 JP?"

"Ah. I won't lose a single point."

"Fu, don't be silly! Didn't you hear that story?!"

"You're the one who received the reward without checking. I've already done my job. Now it's your turn to pay."

"Kerun" was again stuck in the voice. He couldn't help but admit that there was a reason for what he said to the other party. No matter how impatient he was, he should have confirmed the reward and negotiated.

He didn't think so. At that time, he didn't have that kind of time. "Kerun" is just a college student. There was no way he could make a decent judgment or bargain in the ten seconds that would ruin his life.

In other words, this guy knew and extended a helping hand.

"I don't have that many points."

Feeling bitter, "Kerun" had no choice but to defend himself. He now he had about 4,000 points. He couldn't shake the sleeves.

"Is that so? If you combine it with your partner, you can prepare around 10,000."

By partner, he meant "Jema." First of all, that communication should be a private chat with that guy. Although he was listening to that conversation, he hadn't said a single word since before.

"Hey, Jema..."

He called out to his "partner" with a grasping sensation, but again there was no response. He was still connected. However, the fact that there was no reaction...

"You were abandoned."

The one in front of him, dressed in black, was the one who muttered. There was no tone of mockery in his words. It was a way of saying that he was only confirming the reality in front of him.

This time his blood boiled. The fact that he was the only one trying to save himself from it aroused his helpless rage. He raised his fists and shouted.

"Don't be kidding! Oh, I'm not paying, because it's just me!"

The angry voice that echoed inside his mask suddenly stopped.

A blade was plunged into "Kerun's" throat. It was the point of a sword drawn by the guy in the black armor. It was so fast that he didn't even know when he pulled it out. Anger withered and fear arose in its place.

"Is that so? Then let me take your life."

"Oh, hey..."

"Killing the target won't give you a penny, but if you throw it away, you won't be able to show anything else. Even "Jema" will pay what he owes if he finds out about the target's fate. Then, it will be completed."

"Wait, wait! I understand!"

Still rigid, "Kerun" let out a miserable voice. Tears clouded the HUD vision, out of fear and regret. The black robed guy's words were not threats. He really he would do what he said he would do. That is what "Kerun" knew intuitively.

[bccamplight]

i don't want to make a proper recap post for Horrors tour but i do love writing things down to remember them so will just do some superlatives i guess

best parts:

Rhys writing 'dearest darling we love you' on my Night Life CD

holding hands with Faris for ~20 seconds in Bristol

briefly experiencing ego death during Lotus Eater in Manc

Rhys saying to me, out loud, 'we love you so so much' in Manc

most of the conversation i had with Faris in Leeds (except for the part where i got weird at him. sorry again big man)

getting them to sign my spare face covering in Leeds in honour of it being my 50th Horrors show(????!) and Rhys writing HAPPY 50TH HONEY

worst parts:

the infamous head cold

being half deaf at the Kingston show coz of airplane pressurising fucking up my ear

reaggravating my ankle injury walking 30k steps around London

getting glommed onto by insane Kathy Bates type woman again. who in addition to being a weirdo also lowkey touched me up?!

the lighting at the Brighton show 🫠

missing my coach out of Cardiff for reasons so stupid it made me seriously worry about whether the multiple traumatic brain injuries might have caused permanent damage and then briefly getting separated from Frida the seal

funniest parts:

talking to them at the Rough Trade East signing but i was masked so instead of asking me to speak up Faris just got out of his seat and put his ear right next to my mouth so he could hear me

random old man tapping me on the shoulder right after the 20 seconds of hand holding just so he could shake his head at me 😑↔️

giving Faris a tiny Pali flag badge i made only for it to instantly break apart when he tried to put it on his tactical vest (i blame the glue)

right before that, me handing him the little gift bag i made and him going "...i thought you were giving me a teabag"

teaching Rhys how to do finger hearts with Amelia (and him saying "i don't even know how to do this one 🫶" while actively doing it)

[funnuraba]

I had to write down all my supplements recently for a specialist appointment, so I figured I'd share my list of stuff that helps with my personal ME/CFS/Long Covid case.

The main things that have pulled me back into the high end of Moderate are LDN and beta blockers. I'm sure I'd still be 99.99% bedbound without that. I'm about 97% bedbound now, but I can do things in bed that aren't lying down with ear plugs and an eye mask, flinching in pain every time an airplane goes by overhead. I can write a little bit! Play video games! Chew my food without my heart rate going up to 140! Beyond the prescription stuff, though, here's the rest:

Lumbrokinase 150mg: Blood thinner to deal with clotting that causes lots of trouble with ME. Some people with ME report actual chunky blood--yeah, just like antivaxxers were reporting as a side effect of The Jab. Some of them may have been telling the truth, except it was the virus itself causing the trouble. They might even be right about the timeline--remember how the main safeguard when we got our first dose was standing 6 feet apart in closed spaces with cloth masks on? I didn't buy that even then; I figured the cloth masks were doing all the work (and they weren't doing much at all, and that's why I'm fucked now 🥲). Yeah, I'm betting plenty of people got infected when they got vaxxed.

Anyway, the problem with Nattokinase is that natto is made from fermented soybeans, and tons of people who get Long Covid also get MCAS, which causes tons of new allergies. And soy is a big one. More than a few people have reported getting permanently worse from Nattokinase.

Cetirizine 20mg: Antihistamine for MCAS. Taken twice a day for a while host of problems including itching.

Famotidine 40mg: For GERD; ME and MCAS are also gut issues and often comorbid with GERD and gastroparesis.

Cromolyn Sodium, who knows how much: Antihistamine taken as a nasal spray when needed, because my sinuses swell up all the time now and prevent me from breathing.

Magnesium Complex 200mg: For interrupted and unrefreshing sleep (huge problem in ME). It also helps with my Restless Leg, which was a huge problem for several years--I think actually predating Covid in my case, but RLS can also be caused by a Covid infection.

These are their own little pack:

Berberine 1200mg: This mimics many effects of Metformin, which is known to help a lot with Covid infections and the after effects. However, it can damage your gut health when taken regularly, so the source I found said to take with the following two, plus taurine, which I'm avoiding because I have enough B6 from other sources (see below).

Vitamin B12 1000mcg: The berberine causes B12 deficiency, and you can't fuck yourself up by taking too much like you can with B6.

Black Seed Oil 1000mg: this is to counteract the cooling effect berberine has on your gut.

Recently I had to ration my berberine a little until a new bottle got here, and I started to wake up dehydrated multiple times in the night, which was a huge problem before I started my supplements. That's now vanished again, so I can definitely say the berberine is worth it for that! (I think it's primarily a POTS symptom.)

PROBIOTIC:

A probiotic. I don't know if the brand matters, but a specialist just recommended Smidge Sensitive and holy Jeezus that stuff is expensive. I've been taking Nature's Bounty.

IMMUNE SYSTEM: These are both to help your body shake new Covid infections less long term damage, and for the existing Long Covid. There's some major, uh, let's say friction in the community about whether "viral persistence" is the root of the issue or not, and I don't know what's going on there and am unaffiliated, please do not kill me, but it's definitely best to be taking these before you discover you're infected! I assume they could also help the body fight a reactivated EBV, which is supposedly the cause of many ME cases?

Quercetin 1000mg

Zinc 50mg: A lower dose is recommended, but I already bought a big ol' bottle; can cause mild bruising at this level.

Vitamin C 1000mg

Grape Seed Extract 200mg: My source on this is a doctor from the Long Covid community on Twitter so idk if it does anything, but it doesn't seem to be hurting. It's supposed to have good antiviral properties. You have to make sure you get grape seed extract, not just grape; the brand I use is Solaray Vital Extracts.

AMINO ACIDS:

Acetyl L-Carnitine 4500 mg: I think this has been one of the biggest ones for me. I was on 3000 for a while, but when I went up to 4500 I really started to feel more mental energy than I had in a while. 6000 a day gave me some negative side effects... unfortunately I've already forgotten what they were due to the brain damage 😑. I'm definitely less exhausted by complicated thinking, processing music and a video game at once, turning thoughts into typing, other things like that.

NADH 10mg: I don't know if this is doing anything, honestly, but some people swear by it.

N-Acetylcysteine 500mg: 600mg daily was just recommended to me by an ME specialist. I guess I've gotta get a second bottle.

Luteolin 100mg: Again, I was already taking this, and just had it recommended by a specialist in a 500mg dose.

I honestly forget what these do:

Turmeric 1000mg: I think this is for general inflammation?

HURT/DID NOTHING:

NAG (different from NAC and NADH): stopped when the bottle ran out and haven't noticed a difference

Nattokinase: See Lumbrokinase

B-Complex/Taurine: I discovered these can lead to B6 toxicity, which makes neuropathy much worse! This also applies to a lot of electrolyte supplements, including the frequently recommended Liquid IV. I stopped those, and that new form of neuropathy that felt like raindrops on my skin also vanished, so hopefully not too much damage was done in the couple months I was taking them.

Loratidine twice daily: This is part of the highly recommended duo that a lot of ME patients find. It's an antihistamine that helps calm down MCAS, which is hugely comorbid with ME. However, it turns out it can damage your gut over time! This Twitter thread gives a few alternatives that are less anticholinergic, or not anticholinergic at all. I went with Cetirizine, and after a couple of months on Loratidine, I can say that my gut issues from the past few years have come back somewhat, after calming down for a short time. (That may also be the berberine.) Hoping they'll give me a break once more.

COQ-10: This is also frequently recommended, but I don't know why, because it raises your heart rate, which is extremely dangerous for people with ME!

Colloidal Silver: To be clear, I never tried this because I was already familiar with its reputation, but I've had to discard more than one Long Covid infographic/listicle for including it. Do not touch this stuff or anything homeopathic! It's a waste of money.

[oscarsgallery]

gives you p e r m a n e n t kitty ears

........PERMANENT ??????

cat ears in airplane mode.

[ainews]

Recent revolutions of the Arab Spring, as well as those of the past, have seen their fair share of violence, death, and destruction. From the French Revolution to that of the Arab Spring, one particular body part has been left to suffer more than most: our ears. Our ears, while delicate, provide us with an important auditory function. The overuse of loud noise, weapons, and explosives during political upheavals puts this delicate organ at risk.

The primary danger to our ears posed by revolutions is excessive noise. Ambulances driving to and from hospitals, military vehicles and sirens, and even airplanes and helicopters can all cause noise pollution. Additionally, the roar of a large crowd is enough to cause hearing damage in the form of temporary and even permanent hearing loss. Finally, the use of loud explosives, like rockets or bombs, can absolutely cause damage from perforations of the eardrums. Some of the research gathered indicates that the noise from gun fire alone can exceed against 140 decibels of damage.

Military personnel, first responders, and even peaceful protesters are all at risk from the cacophony of sounds during a revolution. Even runners and medics that would traditionally remain far from the front lines of battle can suffer permanent hearing damage due to prolonged exposure to loud noises. That’s why everyone during a revolution should take the necessary steps to protect their ears. For instance, wearing noise canceling headphones or ear plugs is an effective way to protect against hearing loss.

The importance of taking the necessary precautions to protect our ears can never be stressed enough. Without them, many more people will find themselves suffering from noise-induced hearing loss. Not only can it be painful, it could also hinder one’s ability to fully understand their environment and the danger they’re in. Therefore, taking steps to make sure your ears are delicate and protected is always a good idea for anyone involved in a revolution.

[kxantares]

There are still many old, even "outdated" Katja instances. …somewhere. If you know, you probably know very well.

Katja is on mildly friendly terms with the massive flock of crows who sleep around Still Creek! Given that they fly with jets rather than flapping their wings at all, they can't really fly with the crows, but many crows seem to know that "the tiny airplane that yells human words" has access to Weird Human Information and is sometimes trying to convey that to them through how and where they fly.

The hard light on the "old" instances mentioned in 1 just wasn't in the form of hard light back then. Or something. Whatever the case is, depending on which "version" of Katja we're talking about, they all do have the whole "can neither die nor kill (at least in any meaningful way)" thing going on.

While they are definitely compatible with the cosmology in the fictional setting I've been working on for the past while, they're basically mutually exclusive with the entire plot I have in mind. (Specifically: the narrative I am thinking of involves the total, permanent end of capitalism on Earth happening in the early 22nd century, not through the help of any kind of physically impossible miracles or any deus ex machina. Purely through the determined, well-planned, and mostly long and boring work of average people forcing the world to be better. This isn't really a narrative that's compatible with "…and at some point in the 21st century, some rando acquired a functionally indeterminate degree of power and an supernaturally strong desire to use it helpfully".)

…and 3 means that there are some instances which otherwise aren't magical; some which require enriched nuclear fuel to function; some which just need such fuel for Not Magic™; and, in the case of any version 4.x instances, instances which have no need for it, but which can run on any fuel. Even natural uranium.

At least in ethical terms, they're almost a vegan. "but what about any meat they eat" They've probably conjured that based on prior experience and publicly-available data. "ok but what about—" I know what you're about to ask, and: that's also effectively vegan. There's consent; no one really dies in the end; so on.

After years of running an ambiguous, mysterious "business" out of their home (which was just an excuse for them to live in a warehouse on Granville Island), they now live right on Davie Street, very openly running a "business" where they give people free TFs. (They spend most of their time in this capacity handling their clients' various obligations while they're, well, unavailable.)

As much as Katja might joke about being "half cat", they're probably somewhere closer to… …actually, it's unclear how cat they are. They do not have what one would usually understand as a genome, and even if they did, it would probably involve nucleotide bases not found in terrestrial life. (Even the degree to which they use DNA whatsoever in their biological functioning is more or less discretionary and vibes-based on their part. Their physiology is whatever suits the circumstances best, in their opinion.)

One thing they like doing with their immense hearing range: whenever they're in the company of a self-identified audiophile, they'll periodically mention deficiencies in said person's audio setup that can't be heard by human ears. (After a bit of this ribbing, they usually fix those problems Somehow™.)

Probably the moment November 12th starts, Katja is likely going to turn their hair and beard white for the following day or so. (And then do the same on December 26th, because it's funnier than doing it on the right day.)

[underhousearrestblog]

Forever Mine | R.C.

(summary) Cameron family is running and Rafe is not leaving you behind

(warnings) kidnapping part duh

(pairings) dark!Rafe Cameron x reader

(genre) fluff if you, just like me, are in desperate need of a father figure in your life

(reminder) Y/N – your name (reader is a Pogue)

(also) reader is a woman, usage of she/ her pronouns

HAPPY READING!

One moment you were walking to your car after an exhausting day working at the golf court and the next your front was pushed against your car. You were already panicking but when you noticed your ex-boyfriend’s scent, you actually started to feel fear.

One of Rafe’s hands wrapped around your waist while the other went over your mouth.

When you didn’t stop resisting, he tsked, pushing his front to your back.

- I thought you would be happy to see me, sweetheart, - he chuckled darkly. – I’ve given you whole two days to overthink your rash decision.

You didn’t have to think hard to understand what happened two days ago. You had broken up with him and he didn’t take it well, however he promised you that he’ll be back. He won’t leave you. Ever. And you knew he meant it.

He turned you around and pushed you back against the car door. He towered over you and, as confident in your own abilities you were, you knew this wasn’t going to end with you on top. You were alone in the parking lot. It was around 10PM. No one lived next to the golf court. Even if you screamed, no one would hear you.

- I’m giving you another chance to take your words back, - he cupped your cheek in what would appear a loving gesture to a bystander. – I really don’t want to force you.

A sarcastic laugh left your lips. Who was he kidding?

- Who are you fooling, Rafe? – you gathered all your bravery to keep your voice steady. – You probably get off on thinking about forcing me!

He smiled. Actually smiled at that. The unhinged look never left his eyes and he shook his head in what appeared to be amusement. He looked down at both of your feet smiling but when he met your gaze again, the playful look was gone.

He leaned into your space, keeping one hand on your waist and cupping the back of your neck with the other one. His lips brushed against your ear.

- You know me so well, baby.

A cloth was pressed over your mouth and nose. You doubled your efforts in escaping from his arms but it was no use. He was twice as big and strong as you. His thigh found its way between legs and, as he put his knee right between your thighs, you felt it brush against your clit, sending electric shock through your whole body.

He noticed it. Of course, he fucking noticed it. He lazily looked you over with a small smirk playing over his lips.

- Your body knows what it wants, even if you don’t.

You tried to hold your breath and, again, he quickly noticed your pointless attempts. He put pressure on your neck – not enough to hurt you but enough to limit your air intake.

You couldn’t hold your breath permanently and as you let go, heavy flowery smell kicked into your lungs. Few seconds later everything around started to blur. If not for Rafe holding your body upright, you would’ve lost your balance. It was like your knees had no support for you whatsoever.

- Ou piec f shit, - came muffled, slurred words.

As you slowly lost your counciousness, you breathed in deeply, which only added to the effect.

- That’s it, Y/N, - he talked to you softly, as if he was not drugging you. – Breathe for me, baby.

You felt your fingers let go of the keys. Losing your balance, his strong arms lifted your body up. Then everything turned black.

***

Everything was blurry. Your head was stuffed with cotton. Slowly opening eyes, you met the intense gaze of Rafe, sitting right in front of you in what seemed to be an... airplane seat? Very slowly, his lust filled eyes glanced over your scantily clad body. You still had on your work clothes – a very short, white skirt and a polo shirt.

You reached a trembling hand over to the closed window to your right. Pulling the blinds up, you already feared and was suspicious of the view. But you still felt your heart stop for a moment when you saw that this was indeed an airplane so high above the clouds, you couldn’t see land or water.

- What the fuck did you do, you fucking psycho? – you hated the tremble in your voice. – W-where are we going? What time it is?

That was a stupid question. It was pretty clear it was still night outside.

He watched your outburst with a calm expression. Everything about you in that moment turned him on. Your ruffled hair. The horrified look on your face. Handcuffs that ensured that you were staying in the seat. Why would you ever assume he was letting you go?

He had promised to never do that. He wasn’t breaking that promise.

Your short skirt had pulled up even higher than before, due to your trashing around. He could see the white panties underneath.

Once you noticed where his eyes had landed, you quickly pushed your thighs together. It didn’t help with the skirt length, though.

- Can you tell me where we going? – you whispered, fearing the answer.

- Nassau, - he explained, calm and collected. – My family’s house.

You closed your eyes, forcing your body to take deep breaths. This can’t be happening. Both of you had been dating, casually dating, casually sleeping together for about three weeks. You never meant to make him obsessed. Or to make him like the chase. It wasn’t a chase. It was supposed to be over.

- I’ll give you whatever you want, Rafe, - you pleaded, trying to appease him. – Anything. You can be a dealer for my brother. I’ll give you my car. I can quit my job so you don’t have to see me.

He smiled. That warm smile that just few days ago seemed comforting as he said ‘it’s okay, we can break up if you want’. He leaned over the empty space between you and twirled a lock of your hair between his fingers. Then he leaned closer and inhaled, letting out what sounded like a quiet moan.

You tried to turn away your head but your had pretty limited movements allowed, giving that your left hand was handcuffed to your seat and your waist was tied to the back of your seat.

- I don’t want your car. Or your brother’s shitty coke, - he looked down on you, rising to his full height. – You can’t give me anything I want. I’m taking what I want.

He stood up to walk away but then turned back. Standing at your side, he kissed the top of your head. Then, gathering your hair at your scalp, he sharply tugged so you were forced to look up.

He chuckled when you looked up at him with that same fire you always had in your eyes.

- You won’t ever escape me, babygirl. And I’m done playing nice.

[phillippadgettwrites]

Written in the Stars

Rated X / 1053 words / Posted on Ao3

“Would you like to hear your horoscope, Scully?”

She rolls her eyes and then levels him with an irritated stare. 

“I have to assume that’s a rhetorical question,” she answers flatly. 

“Pisces,” he begins, ignoring her. “You’ll be presented with an opportunity that you’d normally refuse. Say yes—you won’t regret it.”

He looks over the newspaper at her and wags his eyebrows, sending her eyes rolling again. 

“You won’t be laughing when I’m offered a permanent position at Quantico,” she quips, and his expression falls. 

“Libra,” he continues. “Take that risk you’ve been contemplating; it’s now or never.”

“Mulder, I have plans this weekend,” she protests. “Don’t expect me to go chasing after you to Timbuktu or wherever the latest UFO sighting is.”

Mulder folds up the newspaper and tosses it onto his desktop, then rolls his chair over to where she is working on her laptop. 

“I have been contemplating something,” he says huskily. “But it doesn’t require airplane tickets.”

She freezes, then slowly drags her eyes over to meet his. 

“Mulder. No.” she says sternly, and a smirk cracks just one corner of his mouth. 

“Are you really going to claim you’ve never thought about it?” he asks playfully, grazing her kneecap with the tips of his fingers. 

She swats him away, attempting to return to her work. 

“I’ve thought about a lot of things I have absolutely no intention of doing,” she says, feigning disinterest. 

“I can’t help but notice you’re wearing a skirt today, Scully,” he tries, touching the sliver of skin visible above her knee. “That feels quite fateful.”

“I’m also wearing pantyhose,” she retorts. 

“Ah,” he says jovially, holding up one finger on the hand that isn’t creeping under the hem of her skirt. “But it’s above seventy-five, which means…” He pushes his hand higher, past mid thigh, and she tenses as a victorious grin stretches across his mouth. “Thigh highs.”

“Mulder,” she says again, but her voice catches as his hand goes higher, and he swears she shifts her legs apart ever so slightly. 

Her hands grip the arm rests of her chair, her eyes wide and locked on his. She doesn’t stop him. When he gets high enough to encounter her panties, all he feels is skin and hair. 

“Scully,” he growls, and she exhales raggedly. “No panties?” He uses his free hand to tug her chair closer, so that one of his knees is pressed between her legs and he has as much leverage as possible. “You’re a bad girl, Agent Scully,” he says gruffly, and he feels her thighs quiver against his forearm. 

He leans forward and brushes his lips softly over her mouth as his middle finger plays at her entrance. She’s growing wetter by the millisecond, and he can’t help but tease her a little bit. He slides his finger up and around her clit, back down to her cunt, never quite touching, never quite entering. Over and over, until she slumps a little, sliding her bottom forward on the chair and tilting her pelvis up so he can reach her more easily. 

“I have an opportunity for you, Scully,” he murmurs against her lips, and she flexes her hips slightly, trying to encourage him to do what she wants. 

“Mulder,” she whines, touching the back of his neck and digging her fingernails into his skin. 

“I want to make you come in this office,” he says levelly, as though making a business deal. “What say you?”

“Please,” she whispers, and he smiles before kissing her at the same time he pushes his middle finger in to the second knuckle. 

Her head drops against the back of the chair and her mouth falls open, though she is able to suppress the moan that comes out as only a noisy sigh. He brings his thumb to her clit, smearing her wetness over the hood and making firm, wide circles in time with his finger sliding in and out. He’s not sure whether to attribute it to the venue or his method, but in no time at all she is gripping him fiercely and gasping for air. 

He brings his lips to her ear, flicking the lobe with his tongue and then whispering wetly, “I know you wanna come in this office, you bad girl,” he purrs, and one staccato moan rumbles in her chest before she begins to throb around his finger, her clit jumping under his thumb. He doesn’t stop until she begins to retreat from his touch, overstimulated, at which point he slides his finger out and kisses her cheek sweetly. 

The phone rings and Scully startles, sitting back and tugging her skirt down hurriedly. Mulder shakes his head and smiles at her, then grabs the phone receiver with his clean hand. 

“Mulder….I’m sorry, sir, we lost track of time. We’ll be right there.” He returns the phone to the cradle and cocks his head towards the door. “We forgot about the budget meeting,” he says, already beginning to exit. “It started ten minutes ago.”

They hurry down the hall and up the elevator, Scully adjusting her skirt and examining her pink cheeks in the reflective doors on the way up. They sneak into the room, making apologies as they take two open seats directly across from one another at the end of the table and try to catch up. 

Mulder leans back in his chair, crossing one arm over his chest and propping the elbow of the other arm against it. He rests his fist on his chin and lets his mind wander as Skinner drones on about something budgetary, and it’s when he sighs heavily at the boring subject matter that he catches it. The faintest whiff of her on his fingers. 

He catches Scully’s eye across the table and she narrows her eyes at him in question. After glancing around quickly to be sure no one is watching him, he discreetly tucks his middle finger just under his nose and inhales, then smiles at her. 

Scully’s eyes go wide, and she turns her head sharply back towards Skinner as a flush creeps steadily up her neck. He keeps watching her, waiting until she looks at him again. She finally does, and he holds one hand beside his mouth as a shield before mouthing, “Bad girl.”

Tagging @today-in-fic

[subspencer]

the to-do list

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!Reader

Summary: Reader is worried that she’s not adventurous enough in bed. So, she makes a secret checklist of things to try with Spencer. Based on this request.

Category: Smut, 18+ ONLY, minors dni

Warnings/Includes: switch!Spencer, (sort of?) corruption kink, exhibitionism, mile high club, brief description of oral, unprotected sex, creampie, brief mentions of other stuff but no descriptions

Word Count: 3k

Spencer’s girlfriend has a secret checklist. It could be called a bucket list, of some sort, but really all of the items on it pertain to sexual acts to perform with Spencer, on Spencer, or in front of Spencer. So checklist is a more appropriate term.

The list came into existence after a girl’s night game of Never Have I Ever, in which she discovered there was an embarrassing number of things she’d never done. Some of them seemed nearly impossible to have gone twenty-something years without doing, especially when in a committed relationship. That was made abundantly clear to her when the girls pointed it out, teasing her — and by association, Spencer — for being more than vanilla.

There was no real reason she hadn’t tried those certain things — she wasn’t adverse to the idea of most of them at all. Really, it was just that she never bothered to dip her toes beyond what was familiar.

When Emily, Penelope, and Tara had nearly all ten of their fingers down after a couple rounds, she finally realized she might’ve been coming up short in the sex department. She figured it was about time to find out what she’s missing, so she made a list of everything she needed to try. And one by one, she and Spencer checked the items off.

One of the more simple things on the list, and perhaps her favorite, was giving her first blowjob. It wasn’t something she felt compelled to try with any of the guys she’s been with before, and Spencer, though he was very curious about it, was too much of a gentleman to ask for one.

So when she asked him to sit on the edge of his bed and dropped to her knees in front of him, he didn’t stop to ask questions. His mind went blank the second her fingers undid his zipper. It was Spencer’s first, too, and his fingers knotted in her hair as she took him in as deep as she could, hollowing her cheeks around his cock and swirling her tongue as her head bobbed up and down. Spencer always made pretty sounds in bed, but in this instance she envied his memory because she wished she could replay his moans and gasps from that first blowjob all over again in her mind.

Another favorite was allowing the favor to be reciprocated until completion. She figured she might just be someone who couldn’t get off from oral, because though she always welcomed Spencer to go down, she got impatient every time and pulled his head up by his hair, demanding him to fuck her already. Spencer was one to oblige every request, but he couldn’t pretend that he wasn’t overjoyed when one time she never stopped him short.

There were no interruptions, no hands shoving his face away from its rightful place against her, just increasing moans and shaking legs as Spencer was encouraged to give more. She can still remember the half-moon shapes his nails left on her thighs from where he had to grip them so tightly as she rode out her high. And she definitely remembers the almost feral look in his eyes after, because since that first time he insists on doing it again nearly every day.

There were more or less a dozen other items that slowly but surely got ticked off the list.

Handcuffs in the bedroom — fun, but perhaps better saved for special occasions. Or if Spencer was being extra good and deserved a treat.

Various new positions — a reminder to stretch more. And that sixty-nine is not as easy as it sounds on paper.

She let Spencer put a blindfold on her — it was decided they both prefer it more when the blindfold is on him. It keeps him guessing.

Spanking — both of them like this one, either giving or receiving. Surprisingly, she thinks she might like receiving it a little more, and Spencer is always excited to give.

Shower sex — a bit of a logistical nightmare, yet still a weekly staple. It’s slippery, yes, but it’s also relaxing and intimate. And Spencer just enjoys putting his hands on her wet, soapy body.

Sending dirty texts — great, but Spencer prefers taking nude polaroids of her instead. He keeps a few in his wallet for easy access. And because he knows Garcia can’t hack his wallet and find them.

And there were more items that went in the same tune until there was just one left. The one she was most nervous to attempt.

She wondered if joining the mile high club was better or worse if it was on the BAU jet. They’d have ample opportunities to do it, but they’d also be surrounded by their colleagues, and there is no coming back from getting caught.

But the main challenge was convincing Spencer to do it in the first place.

The initial plan of attack was to drop some “subtle” hints. She brought it up for the first time one night in their shared hotel room, right after Spencer fucked her against the bathroom counter, her legs wrapped around his waist.

“We could totally do that in the jet bathroom.”

“Yeah, I guess the basics are the same. Cramped space and a ledge to lean on.” Spencer was completely aloof as he picked up the scattered articles of clothing from the floor, rattling off about the size and dimensions of the airplane bathroom and missing the entire point of the comment.

She mentioned it again a little later, hoping the repetition may help him catch the drift.

“What’s the craziest place you’ve had sex?” she asked, completely catching him off guard as he ate a breakfast of frosted flakes in his kitchen.

“Um.. I don’t know? You tell me,” he shrugged, knowing that whatever the craziest place was, it was definitely with her.

“What about doing it on the jet?” It couldn’t get more obvious.

“We haven’t done that, silly. OH! I’m gonna say it was in my car,” he nodded with a wide grin, confident in his answer that unfortunately brushed past the proposition far too quickly.

It was time to change methods.

The new plan was to see if she could get him turned on enough on the jet to motivate him to do something about it right then and there. It seemed easy enough.

She sat next to him on the small couch, as she always did, and cuddled up to his side as he read his book.

Once everyone was distracted, she snaked a hand onto his thigh, allowing it to rest there long enough for Spencer to get over his initial shock and relax into her touch. As soon as he let his guard down, she moved her hand up another inch or two, watching him squirm again as he fought his mind from wandering. She repeated that cycle every five minutes until it drove him insane, his willpower diminishing in tandem with the proximity of her hand.

When everyone finally fell asleep, she craned her head to press small kisses on his neck, alternating between quick pecks and lingering ones, sucking warm and wet little flecks onto his skin that drew soft sighs without fail.

“What are you doing?” his breath was raspy and low as he muttered into her ear.

“Nothing.” She kept her tone innocent and sweet as she continued to sprinkle the teasing kisses across the column of his throat.

Her hand finally found its way directly on top of the bulge straining against his slacks and gave it a gentle squeeze. Spencer grinded himself into her palm, desperate to feel some friction, his jaw slacked and pupils wide. She dragged a thumb across his length, stopping to rub slow circles over the sensitive tip, drawing out a wet spot at the front of his trousers.

But even with his skin flushed red and his cock leaking and half-near orgasm, Spencer still found the restraint to stop her from jerking him off right on the jet and ripped her hand away, placing it in her lap as if the action could permanently force her to keep her hands to herself.

“I can’t go to the crime scene with cum in my pants,” he hissed, squeezing her wrist tighter.

She smirked at the opportunity, wrapping her warm lips around his ear lobe and tugging with her teeth before whispering with hot breath. “Then put it in me.”

For a second she saw him consider it. His eyes had a dark cast, gaze flickering between her eyes and lips as he swallowed the thick lump in his throat. But then Emily woke up and it was yet another failed attempt.

She resigned to the fact that it just wouldn’t happen, and that the item might remain unchecked on the secret list. So she cleared the idea from her mind, not wanting to keep pushing Spencer toward something he clearly didn’t have an interest in, or to keep embarrassing herself by trying.

And then a couple weeks later, as the team wrapped another case up, she came back to their hotel room to find Spencer sitting on the bed, facing away from the door.

“Hey, baby,” she greeted. When Spencer didn’t respond, she crawled onto the bed behind him, placing both hands on his shoulders and attacking the side of his face with kisses, giggling into his messy curls. “I said hey.”

Still nothing. Her eyes followed his line of sight down to his hands and went wide with realization.

“Spencer, where did you get that!?” She tried to snatch the crumpled piece of paper from him, but he was too quick to pull it away.

“I was looking for gum in your purse,” he explained, reading the sheet over again in complete amusement, “but I found something better.”

Spencer was much too excited about it, bordering on smug, and she rolled off the bed away from him in annoyance.

“Is this what I think it is?” She remained silent, suddenly feeling very insecure about the note. “Did you... did you make a list of things to do in bed?”

“You weren’t supposed to see that, it’s so stupid.”

“Hey, who said it’s stupid?” He tugged on her fingers, pulling her back onto the bed next to him. “I just wanna know where it came from.”

“Well... when I went out with the girls, we started talking about all the things we’ve done…” she paused to see if Spencer could guess where this was going, and of course he didn’t, “... in bed. And I hadn’t even done half of what they have, so I wrote some of them down. I — I wanted to try them with you.”

“So you… you’ve never done these with anyone else?” Spencer’s eyes widened as he pieced the puzzle together. He looked down again at the discarded sheet laying on pillows, his pride swelling at how long the list was. “I’m the first?”

She nodded in assent and no sooner was Spencer pushing her back flat against the mattress, settling his body on top of hers.

“God, that’s so hot,” he spoke into her neck as he sucked purple bruises into it, allowing his hands to roam freely under her shirt. His nimble fingers made quick work of her bra clasp, pulling the hem of the top up to attach his lips to her exposed nipple. He rolled the other in his fingers, tugging gently as she arched into his touch, rolling her hips up to grind against his. He groaned and pushed back, nestling himself perfectly between her legs.

Suddenly his motions halted and he popped his head up, looking at her with wide eyes and freshly ruffled hair. “We haven’t finished the list yet!”

“I — I didn’t think you were interested in the last one.”

“If my girlfriend makes a list of ways she wants to fuck me, I’m interested.”

A devilish grin took over her face. “Well, we fly home tomorrow.”

And true to the plan, they arrived on the jet the next day with at least a vague sense of strategy: wait until everyone is asleep then go at it in the bathroom. It wasn’t the most elaborate of plans, but there wasn’t much else to think of.

Except for the possibility that the others might not go to sleep.

The flight was already halfway through its journey and everyone was still wide awake, and Spencer was growing incredibly impatient. Perhaps even more than his girlfriend, now that he knew this would be part of a long list of things he got to be her first for.

That fact seemed to encourage him, the thrill of forever being her first at something. Never mind that she’d be his firsts, too.

Spencer’s not stupid, he knows that bending her over the bathroom counter while everyone is awake to hear it is a horrible idea. But his willpower doesn’t extend far enough to stop him from dropping his hand to her exposed knee, rubbing it softly just to be able to touch her. It seemed innocent enough in case anyone might see.

He kept his eyes on the open book he was pretending to read as his fingers traced the inside of her thigh, pushing up the hem of her skirt ever so slightly.

He inched his hand up and slowly spread his long fingers apart until they covered the length of her inner thigh. The tips stopping just below her cunt, delicately tracing lines back and forth parallel to the seam of her underwear.

And she quickly discovers there’s no taste worse than your own medicine. There was gentle brushes and concealed touches, all the things that she did to him. But where Spencer would’ve stopped her teasing before it got too far, she wouldn’t have done the same.

She covered up his hands by bringing her own down to her lap, silently encouraging him to continue unseen.

Spencer looked down at her through his thick lashes, bottom lip stuck between his teeth. Looking for more confirmation that she wanted this. The answer came in the form of her shifting subtly down the seat, pressing her clothed pussy firmly against his hand.

His cock twitched against the confines of his slacks when he felt the damp patch on the fabric. His knuckles brushed against her clit and her knees clamped shut, holding him in place as she brought her lips close to his ear to let him hear her soft whines.

He has to put his book over his lap to cover how hard he is, and it almost makes him regret starting this game. Almost.

Because just as she starts desperately grinding against his hand, squirming for more friction, he notices that everyone’s asleep. And then it’s a race to the bathroom, Spencer positioning her directly in front of him to cover his bulge as they stand up.

Their mouths are on each other before the door even closes, her hands wasting little time in going for his zipper. Both desperate to have each other after all the anticipation. She immediately perched herself on the countertop, spreading her legs wide so Spencer could fit in between them, just like in that hotel room. A confused whine fell from her mouth when he lifted her off from the ledge, interrupting her plan.

“No. Like this,” he growled, turning her around and pushing her hips against the edge of the counter, bending her over it. She muttered a “Fuck,” under her breath as he pressed his cock against her backside, knowing he preferred this angle because he could get deeper.

His lips trailed down her neck as he tugged the skirt up to her hips and pulled her panties to the side, running his cock along her folds to gather the wetness that had been pooling there.

“Shit, you’re so fucking wet.”

He quickly inserted his thumb into her mouth to stop any sounds from escaping before lining himself up. Her moans vibrated against the digit as he slowly pushed in, stretching her out and letting her adjust before starting to move. Slowly and deliberately, at first, then quickly gaining speed.

She pushed her hips back to meet his thrusts until he pinned them against the ledge with his own, holding them still so he could set his pace faster.

The hand that was resting on her waist came up to her chest, groping at the flesh over her blouse. Her spine arched into his palm, bending forward to give him more leverage to get deeper to that spot inside her repeatedly.

He alternated between a few quick thrusts followed by a deep one, holding himself there for a moment before repeating.

Her cunt tightened around him as he held still against her, applying firm pressure to her spot with the head of his cock.

“Fuck, do that again, please,” he grunted against her neck, pushing his hips into her ass with bruising force to get impossibly closer. A loud whine nearly escaped her lips as he did so, the motion sending her over the edge.

She sucked harder around his thumb, using it to keep her cries at bay as she reached her climax. Her walls fluttered around him as she did, giving him exactly what he needed.

“Remember what you said before, baby?” he hummed in her ear, “Do you still want me to cum inside you?”

“Please.”

Immediately his thrusts became erratic, hips snapping forward a handful of times before he spilled into her in hot spurts, biting down on her shoulder to stifle his moan as he came.

Still heaving from the comedown, he pulled her panties back on, using the fabric to keep his cum from spilling out.

She turned to feverishly attach her lips to his, panting into the open mouthed kiss. When they finally broke apart, both looked completely wrecked with swollen lips, flushed skin, bruised necks. Still, they tried their best to fix themselves, straightening out their rustled clothes and smoothing knotted hair.

Before Spencer turned the door handle, he pulled her side into him, pressing a kiss onto her forehead. “We should make another list.”

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