#pon a hill

[all-thestories-aretrue]

[chmerkovskiyvalentin]

[love-everest-base-camp-trek]

[bonniebird]

Isaac Lahey x Fem!Reader

Requested by Anon

Masterpost

Request: Anonymous asked: Heya Bon! Could I request Isaac Lahey with a female reader and the prompt Can I tell you a secret?

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Isaac stopped near the pond. He’d been looking for you all day and, despite having already checked your favourite spot, decided in desperation that he would head back there now it was dark. To his relief, he spotted you sitting by the water.

He thought back to what had happened the day before. “I need to tell you a secret.” He has said. He’d been so nervous that you had laughed and thought he was playing around. He felt sick when he recalled the look on your face as your smile slid down into a horrified grimace. He had shifted partly into his werewolf form wanting to be honest and open with you. You had stared at him. It seemed like forever but it was probably only a second or so. You’d turned and ran as you let out a small anxious noise. He had waited all night to give you space and started looking for you late in the morning. It was dark now, late in the evening around eleven Isaac though. 

“Hey.” He said nervously as he stopped near the water. The lights from the decorations around the pon cast a rippling light over the two of you and illuminated the edge of the water where you sat.

“I…” You said and trailed off. Isaac hesitantly walked towards you and sat with enough space that you would feel safe. You looked over at him and stared for a moment before looking back at the pond. It was small, sitting in a large open space that the local government had set up as a park to help give Beacon Hills a safe green space as if it wasn’t a hot spot for supernatural beings. Isaac huffed out an amused sound at that thought.

“We can talk about it.” He offered. He wasn’t sure what else to say to you. It felt silly being unable to find the words when normally you would be the one person he wanted to speak to all day. He wouldn’t want to spend a word on anyone else.

“Everyone is… something.” You said after a long silence. Isaac looked away from the water to you and stayed quiet. “I spoke with all our friends and then… before I came here, Mrs McCall. We talked. I think I’ll need some time to… you know…” You muttered quietly. Isaac had no trouble hearing you and had to bury the urge to reach out and comfort you.

“Come to terms with the fact that all of your friends are mythological beings?” He offered up when you seemed unable to find the right words. With a small muffled laugh, you agreed with him. “We’re ok though?” 

“Yeah. I think my love for you is just strong enough to handle this.” You said in a slightly joking tone.

[mister-a-z-fell]

After some questions about my ‘true’ form and whether or not I have a thousand eyes and a veritable farmyard of creatures emerging from my collar, I have decided to show you this record of an encounter between myself and a certain writer at the latter end of the Elizabethan period. I remember the event slightly differently, but I suppose one has to make room for artistic licence.

I’m assured that if you click ‘keep reading’, the full transcript will appear.

To assist you, I’ve added a glossary at the end.

And no, Crowley, this still doesn’t count as having wheels.

“This is an true accounting of mine own eyes, set down by mine hand this tenth night of September, in the yeare of Our Lord sixteen hundred and one. They will say I am gone mad, for such visions belong to those who dwell in Beth’lem Monastery, but I swear on all that is precious to me, this se’nnight past I saw an Angel.

I was but newly set out from the towne, and some light yet remained to guide my path, when I looked to the east and saw of a sudden a second dawn. T’was no earthly fire; Aye, I warrant you, I am not bestraught! My father spoke, in Harry’s day, of the great conflagration of Edinburgh. He told me that Hell had claimed the sky, for all above was a fury dress’d in crimson and wretched with soot. But here was nothing of red.

I have seen it since in dreams and will, I ken enow, see it as I draw my final breath. Hasten the day.

It was akin to a man. I gleaned as much in those moments when I looked upon it, ere it saw me and my wits fled me. But also unlike a man, for where a man has but one pair of hands were there some severall, and where a man has flesh and bone was there flame. Such pale fire have I never seen but I should think it alchymy, and mine eyes were indeed ensorceled, for I saw colours without name, and things too marvellous and awful to relate. I will. I must. This labour’d span is raised to worthy work, knowing the glory that awaits. But oh, I am affraid. I pray my sins have not snatched the cup from my lips.

This fearful apparition stood upon the hill, and the white fire that was its crown was with the thin night clouds commingled. Its face — no. Of that no more, yet. I cannot. All about was compassed in armillary radiances which turned one within another, the forme entire and every hand with pearlie lustre enwheeled.

Below, the flames of Tuscalonian hue that formed a body for the Presence were so and so girded with armour: bright fragments, the whole twixt corslet and grand guard, matched with cushes; all of nacreous stuff and lapis-ensigil’d but for one place high ‘pon the rightmost thighpiece where the intricate device was marred and running gold in place of gore.

What can wound an Angel? I think on this and tremble as the very earth trembled where it stood, ague-shooke by a low’ring thunder.

I have held golden angels in my palm and have seen them in holy glass and in base iron gaulle, with doves’ wings upon their shoulders. Foh, we are God’s own fools. Its wings were the clouds pierced by stormlight, dark upon light upon dark, and where they moved was printed a world beyond my understanding, witnest through a furnace shimmer.

I saw a flock of stars draw close around it, and it seemed to dote upon them and cosset them as a hunter with his favourite hounds, and I would there have fainted all away an if I had not been fixed in terror. For they were not specks and embers laid distant upon the sky, a sailor’s comfort and guide, but each and each an inferno pluck’d from Heaven; baleful sentinels from which no secret could be hidden. Such fell lights would render trivial the earthly fires of Nebuchadnezzar.

Words are meat and drink to me, yet do I tell this so poorly I should be ‘shamed and nevermore lift a goose-pen. Still, ‘tis no matter for who shall read it? When all is said, I’ll put these lines away and think on them no more. In telling will I win myself a little peace.

Wheretofore had I been silent, so now instantly did I weep, and laugh, and cry out for God’s mercy, and it looked upon me. Od's-me, it turned its Phoebean eyes on me and I saw its face. Above the gleaming corselet had that most blessed igenieur placed a maske of fine, unblemish’d parchment, in th’ likeness of a gentle visage, before the sainted flame. Troth, a kindely lanthorne of such boundlesse compassion that I fell upon my knees and made to crawl into the fire, sooner to know its forgiuenesse. Then did it smile, as no painted visor could, and all my knotted thoughts were ravel’d out and I was at once a babe, a foole, unfolded and sanctuarized. Under this soft and clement regard I swounded, onely to wake in my lodgings, ‘tired, but not tyred, my travells lost beyond recover.”

Glossary:

Beth’lem Monastery — Bishopgate hospital that would later become the notorious ‘Bedlam’.

se’nnight — seven nights — a week

warrant — assure/promise

bestraught — mad

Harry — another name for Henry — in this case Henry VIII

ere — until

ensorceled — enchanted

commingled — mixed with

compassed — surrounded by

armillary — resembling concentric rings set at angles

pearlie lustre — a pearl-like glow

enwheeled — encircled (shush, Crowley)

Tuscalonian — pale straw-yellow

girded — armoured

twixt — between

corslet — armour covering the upper body

grand guard — armour protecting the heart and left shoulder

cushes — armour for the thighs

nacreous stuff — resembling mother-of-pearl

lapis-ensigil’d — decorated in blue

intricate device — complicated symbol

ague-shooke — shivering, as with a sickness

low’ring — threatening/ominous

golden angels — gold coins stamped with the likeness of Michael defeating Lucifer

holy glass — church windows

iron gaulle — ink

Foh — an exclamation of disgust

cosset — fuss over

an if — if

goose-pen — a quill

Wheretofore — while until now

instantly — at the same time

Od's-me — an exclamation: ‘God save me’

Phoebean — relating to Phoebus/the sun

blessed igenieur — The creator

visage — face

Troth — an exclamation: ‘indeed’

lanthorne — lantern

painted visor — an immobile mask

ravel’d out — unwound

unfolded — exposed

sanctuarized — protected/sheltered

clement — forgiving

swounded — fainted

‘tired, but not tyred — a pun: ‘tired (attired) meaning dressed, tyred meaning weary

recover — remember

Addendum:

I’ve been asked to provide a translation for the Latin community. My grasp of Elizabethan Spanish would, I fear, let me down, so this is couched in modern terms…

Este es un relato verdadero de lo que vi, escrito por mi mano esta décima noche de septiembre, en el año de Nuestro Señor mil seiscientos uno. Dirán que me he vuelto loco, pues tales visiones pertenecen a los que viven en el Monasterio de Beth'lem, pero juro por todo lo que me es precioso, que la semana pasada vi a un Ángel.

Hacía poco que había salido de la ciudad, y aún quedaba algo de luz para guiar mi camino, cuando miré hacia el este y de repente vi un segundo amanecer. No era fuego terrestre; ¡te juro que no estoy loco! Mi padre hablaba, en tiempos de Harry, del gran incendio de Edimburgo. Me dijo que el infierno había reclamado el cielo, pues todo lo alto era una furia vestida de carmesí y desdichada por el hollín. Pero aquí no había rojo.

Desde entonces lo he visto en sueños y estoy seguro de que lo veré cuando exhale mi último aliento. Ojalá sea pronto.

Era como un hombre. Me di cuenta de ello en el breve momento en que lo miré, hasta que me vio y perdí la razón. Pero también era distinto de un hombre, porque donde un hombre tiene un solo par de manos había varias, y donde un hombre tiene carne y hueso había llamas. Nunca he visto fuego pálido como éste, a menos que fuera hecho por alquimia, y mis ojos estaban realmente encantados, porque vi colores sin nombre, y cosas demasiado maravillosas y horribles para relatarlas. Lo haré. Debo hacerlo. Esta vida dura merece la pena, sabiendo la gloria que aguarda después de la muerte. Pero tengo miedo. Rezo para que mis pecados no me hayan arrebatado la copa de los labios.

Esta temible aparición se alzaba sobre la colina, y el fuego blanco que la coronaba se enredaba con las delgadas nubes nocturnas. Su rostro... no. Aún no puedo hablar de ello. Todo estaba rodeado de ruedas de luz que giraban unas dentro de otras, y toda su forma y cada una de sus manos estaban rodeadas de un resplandor nacarado.

Debajo, las llamas de color amarillo pálido que formaban el cuerpo de la Presencia estaban cubiertas por piezas de armadura: fragmentos brillantes que, todos juntos, formaban una coraza, y una armadura para las piernas; parecían de nácar cubiertas de símbolos azules brillantes, excepto en un lugar en lo alto del muslo derecho, donde los adornos estaban dañados y sangraban oro.

¿Qué puede herir a un ángel? Pienso en esto y tiemblo como tiembla la tierra donde estaba, sacudida por truenos ominosos.

He tenido ángeles de oro (monedas) en la palma de mi mano y los he visto en vidrio sagrado y en tinta simple, con alas de paloma sobre sus hombros. Buaj, somos los propios tontos de Dios. Sus alas eran las nubes atravesadas por la luz de la tormenta, oscuridad sobre luz sobre oscuridad, y donde se movían vi un mundo más allá de mi entendimiento, presenciado a través de un resplandor como de horno.

Vi una bandada de estrellas acercarse a su alrededor, y parecía adorarlas y mimarlas como un cazador a sus sabuesos favoritos, y me habría desmayado si no me hubiera quedado helado de terror. Porque no eran motas y ascuas lejanas en el cielo, consuelo y guía de un marinero, sino cada una un infierno arrancado del Cielo; torvos centinelas a los que no se podía ocultar ningún secreto. Luces tan terribles harían que los fuegos terrenales de Nabucodonosor parecieran triviales.

Las palabras son carne y bebida para mí, pero estoy contando esto tan mal que debería avergonzarme y no volver a levantar una pluma. Aun así, no importa porque ¿quién lo leerá? Cuando termine, guardaré este escrito y no pensaré en él. Contando esto me ganaré un poco de paz.

Había estado en silencio, pero ahora lloré, y reí, y supliqué la misericordia de Dios, y el ángel me miró. mSobre la coraza reluciente El Creador había colocado una máscara de pergamino fino y sin mancha que parecía un rostro amable, frente al fuego sagrado. De hecho, era una linterna bondadosa de una compasión tan ilimitada que caí de rodillas e intenté arrastrarme hasta el fuego, para poder sentir su perdón. Entonces sonrió (como nunca podría hacerlo una máscara), y todos mis confusos pensamientos se desenredaron y me sentí simultáneamente un bebé, un tonto, expuesto y protegido. Bajo esta atención suave e indulgente me desmayé, sólo para despertar en mi alojamiento, vestido, pero no cansado, incapaz de recordar cómo había llegado hasta allí.

[zmediaoutlet]

Happy Wincest Wednesday! Do you think Sam and Dean are into roleplay? We know Dean has a certain... appreciation for cowboys. What other kinds of scenarios might they get up to?

aw, bud! happy wincest wednesday to you! if you were not anon I would send you a fun ask but instead I send you this big wet alcoholic aunt smoochies, muah muah muah--

Here's the thing, tho. I think Dean is into roleplay. I think Sam actively suffers through the misery of being soulmated to this absolute, ridiculous dork.

Roleplays that Dean has suggested and Sam has, horrified, either flat-out denied or done in such a half-assed way that Dean just gives up and they either have boring regular sex or they fully end up watching Beverly Hills Cop 2 instead:

definitely cowboys at least once. I mean they retained the outfits in that s7 episode. Sam briefly attempted some authentic frontier gibberish and Dean just gave up.

doctor: Dean's Dr Sexy crush continues unabated, and Sam was actually in the white coat for a pretext, and they ended up in an empty room and Dean tried to get Sam to do porn doctor talk but he was so honestly hot for the white coat that they just fucked regular styley and forgot

sex pollen: Dean, Star Trek nerd, attempted to get Sam to go with him on the whole pon farr thing. Sam, genuine actual nerd, thought too much about how that would even work on a societal level and Dean gave up and they just watched Wrath of Khan.

pirates: immediate no-go after Dean said 'arr' and Sam went 'are you kidding', and also realized that Dean thought he was the pirate and that Sam was the trapped maiden or whatever and went, wait, hang on, not a chance in fucking hell--

So it doesn't go great for Dean. Once, though, Sam admits that, maybe, um, like, it could be kind of interesting if they, uh, maybe--

and by the time Dean gets Sam to spit it out he's so hornt about the prospect of Sam actually going for something that they just fuck about it early, but then later, when the timing's right, Dean knocks on Sam's bedroom door wearing that one red shirt and Sam sits up with his heart in his throat and he pulls on the sling that they'd saved from ages ago, because you might need a sling, never know--and Dean feels almost queasy when he crawls on top of Sam in the bed and says Sammy, you forgot to paint the trap, except that Sam's hard as a rock and already breathing weird and, you know what, maybe it's not for always, but he can think of some asshole things to say with the black echoes of a demon's memory and Sam, it turns out, will go with this roleplay very easily indeed.

[jennelikejennay]

Philon Awards nominations close in three days!

I have no idea how many people are even submitting nominations for these, but anybody can, and since a work only needs (I think) three nominations to make the shortlist, it's a chance to get fics you loved in front of more people. Here are the details.

I got mine in today and really struggled, to be honest. There has been a LOT of good k/s fic in the past year and I have read SO MUCH of it. So instead of telling y'all which ones I nominated, I'm going to share my whole shortlist...in the hopes that some of you nominate the ones I couldn't!

For the short (under 10k) fic category:

And Filled With Tomorrows, by AndroidAndAle: just a soft and sweet City on the Edge of Tomorrow fic.

Gonna Show Her Life on Earth Can Be Sweet, by thembonesthembones: very smutty with weird biology. You know me. Sweet Talk, by CampySpaceSlime: the invention of infodumping kink. Deny, Deny, Deny by Maelstrom: Spock pretends he doesn't like sex and Jim has to make him admit it Beyond repair, by spirkme: just them comforting each other after an away mission gone wrong leaves them both traumatized

I'm a big name in deep space (ask your mates) by cicak: this starts off the amazing series Where One Man Has Gone Before. I would rec them all, but probably easiest to start at the beginning.

Long fic (10k-50k)

When in Paradise, by flipthebits: infiltrating a cult has never been so accurate

Wanna be the one that you wanna see, by Affixjoy: sex pollen over and over again till they figure things out

Bells on a Hill, by flippyspoon: maybe the sweetest pon farr fic ever?

Way From Within, by gunstreet: the SNW timeloop story

Please don't take him just because you can, by spaceisgay: why yes it IS based on Jolene, and it's full of telepathy

Novel length (50k+)

I Shall Do Neither, by OnWhatCaptain: do you like crying? this story will torture you but it's so so good

Bodyguard by BurningAmber: an AU where Spock is Jim's bodyguard and there's a big telepathic cat thing

Anodyne by Lizzie0305: a really long and hot pon farr fic

Of Trees and Telepathy by StupidCat: weird aliens and telepathic trees, what's not to like Regulatory Relations by indeedcaptain: Kirk and Spock get married for convenience. Next thing you know things are getting incredibly deep and heavy.

Quell the Cosmic Tides, by Plus3Charisma: at the end of the second AOS movie, Jim suddenly travels back in time to his first day at the Academy. He's driven to do better this time around. Self Recs:

Here are a few I wrote in the past year that are eligible.

Short fic

The Sight of a Touch, or the Scent of a Sound: the "telepathy is like synesthesia" fic

Medium length

Another of Devotion's Casualties: probably my favorite fic I ever wrote; an examination of warrior bonds and devotion

Novel length

Personally I would recommend The Recitation of Names, which is a prequel to the TOS episode Obsession.

But a lot of people told me they liked The Exiles better, which is where I took the 2009 movie and made it so much worse. People find it emotionally cathartic and uplifting though? Whether you nominate or not, hopefully this provides some good reading for a while!

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[celestialvoyeur]

💛💙SPIRK FIC REC💙💛

This is another amazing duo of fics ('Bells on a hill' and 'I want to hold your hand') by @flippyspoon.

Our favourite SNW boys get themselves in a pickle (what's new) when Spock is faced with the onset of Pon Farr and Jim offers to be his partner to get him through it. Jim is expecting a good time with the guy he has a massive crush on, but things become much more intense than either of them expected. In the immediate aftermath, and still reeling from the unexpected revelations of their time in seclusion, Jim is called back to the Farragut for an emergency away mission to an icy planet. It quickly becomes apparent that separating so soon was a terrible idea!

If you enjoy the "oops we bonded" trope then you can't do much better than these two fics 🥰

[mythicalmyles]

if i’m being honest with you wine pon you by doja cat makes me feel sexy🧍🏽

Thats me with agora hills i cant lie ill have to check out that one tho ion think ive heard it bfr

[astarab1aze]

Nations & Their Cities - 2

Scarburn

Capital: Margrove

Cities: Braemare, Montrose, Arborden, Hagscroft, Rumfort, Rockhill, Grennock, Kildarling, High Gate, Bloodswell, Netherly, Wounshire

Sights: Highgarden, Cicatrician Hills, Mad Hag's Lesion, Loch Lettie, Pseudocilium Forest, the Feyrie Graves, Margrovian Viaduct, Par'Sylfie, Cain Fort, Carnival Rock, Bledsoe Creek, Kobold's Split

Vitale

Capital: Ru Gravis

Cities: Lupatera, Praetoria, Venefica, Venavera, Infernum, Imperratore, Melmalum, Cornix, Melmanus, Lupa Stella, Sicaria, Fortuna, Pallens, Cat's Cradle, Impetua

Sights: The Pale Watch, the Hellmouth, the Descent, the Devil's Pit, Umbral Sepulchre, Tenibresian Steppes, Simulacral Towers, Domine Lupus, Blackthorn Brush, Hellhound's Brace (prison), Lake of Fire, Port Angelus, Lux-en-Tenebris

Nouxfret

Capital: Colline-de-Ven

Cities: Occitienne, Touxlon, Ysère, Paliseux, Pon Cleux, Vonveille, Pommefore, Clementina, Beaunaire, Grainerie, Ville Aimante

Sights: Wind Collector's Ridge, Port Lumineux, Palais Corveaux, Ossus Promenade, Canal de Lumineux, Mon Claire, Caldeira Ver, Grotte du Dragonne, Blue Roseraie, Salle des Mort, Veines du Monde, (part of the) Cicatrician Hills

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Capital: Knottly

Cities: Deepfall, Drath, Dresden, Nurada, Wellburrow, Fellhammer, Baelfrost, Pangold, Irontown, Soot, Knothung, Denthelm, Donar, Southport, New Grand Eyrie, Steelfold, Armora

Sights: Southern Pass, Iceflow, Khuthd's Burn, Splitpeak, Vulka's Forge, Barrowborn Mines, Simmerflow Mine, the Forge-King's Monument, Tor's Hammerstone, Vale of Fire, Knife Ridge, Run-Off Caves, Surfacer's Tradepost, Balroga, Goblin & Myhala Tunnels, Helforge Bastion, Knocker's Trove

Seralta

Capital: Argesh

Cities: Marakeem, Khadisha, Cyrus, Tereeza, Myr, Efirit, Gisul, Khesi, Taissyr, Eleeza, Fherah, Sahari'el, T'shari, Jada, Urzza, Sahti, Qamar

Sights: The Eternal Desert, Imperial Highway of Argesha, Tomb of the Maleficar, Odesza's Spout, Fountain of Manah, Uzzani River System, Lakes Eashal and Laban, Ahmari Steppe, Temple of Holy Mother Sahari'el de Sunjat, Alfil Bato (pirate city), Alqarnus' Cove, Qamari'el's Labyrinthe, Sabaari Forest, the Taniyn Ashlands, Port of Dukhat

[all-thestories-aretrue]

A nice britta/johnny moment for me 😈😈 love that

[pcketknves]

[ paths crossed ] ; a continuation from here for @pennedbymoxiee .

it'd always been pretty easy to tell whether or not someone was bullshitting her . the lilt of a voice , the fear of being caught in a web of lies ; neither of those things present within the woman that was nearly a victim to ellie's wrath . for a moment still did it seem as though hesitation stirred within , the corners of a weary and dry mouth twitching ever so slightly before sucking back a click of disappointment the tongue against teeth .

" okay , " a heavy sigh , though one wouldn't be able to discern if it were out of disappointment she couldn't use this one for info or if it were out of relief she could let her guard down a smidge . " so you're not a wolf ; the hell are you doing all the way out here ? it's not smart — got these so called " scars " running around on top of the wlf and the infected . "

thick were the humidity that seemed to only increase with ellie's incessant pacing back and forth as though she were trying to gauge in her mind where to go from there . gaze never leaving the dirtied tops of canvas sneakers , she'd stop suddenly where dirt and debris would shift 'neath the soles of worn down shoes . with a small pivot did she regard the woman with a steeled gaze , finally being able to take in the view of what could have either been enemy or companion .

" joel — , " she'd pause , eyes quickly shutting as she turned her head away briefly . to speak of his name brought upon her memories she didn't want to relive and a guilt she continued to pile on her like pounds of dirt 'pon a grave . " he used to tell me about the other countries out there in the old world — you're not from here , are you . "

much less a question than it were a statement ; the accent gave it away . her hands found their way to the stable hills of her hips , her mind yet again the tipping scales as she weighed her options . fear and the general distrust of others told her to jump ship ; abandon the idea of strength in numbers , but the crushing desire to not be alone willed her for invitation . a quick and skillful once - over took in the other's arsenal ; prepared despite not being from the U S of A .

" that's not a bad arrangement of shit you got , " her tone lighter now ; as though to apologize for her otherwise vicious behavior from earlier . she'd had the bad habit of never apologizing unless she truly meant it — a sign of her authenticity and her dislike for lying . " given you haven't been bitten yet or at the very least shot dead . . . makes you one of the rare ones . "

another brief pause ; a moment of caution , though she'd thrown it to the wind rather quick .

" ellie , " a bloodied and dirt - riddled hand reached out — what was the point in lying , anyway ? " looking for a girl named abby . got big ass muscles and a braid , you seen her ? "

anything was better than nothing .

[generalsnivy]

The land of Kitakami is celebrating a successful apple harvest by holding a festival and, of course, Ogerpon has to join in on the fun as she skips along the apple orchard while holding a balloon and singing a song from her heart, looking as happy as a Spheal rolling down a hill!

If you're wondering where she got the balloon from, she saw it floating in the air at a balloon stall near the apple orchard. Curious, she approached the stall with a look of amazement and wonder in her eyes as she got closer and closer to both the stall and the balloon. There, the human running the balloon stall was handing out a balloon to a child after they purchased one from them when they saw Ogerpon staring at the Applin balloon from the corner of their eye. The balloon was floating high in the air near the stall, blowing around slightly in the wind as the balloon string that's tied to the balloon, keeps it anchored to the ground, preventing it from flying away. After the balloonist finished handing out the balloon to their customer, they went over to Ogerpon and asked her if she liked balloons. Ogerpon responds to the balloonist by jumping up and down happily with a big smile on her face, which indicates to them that she does indeed like balloons very much. Being a nice person, they pull the balloon string attached to the Applin balloon, lowering it down to where Ogerpon could see it better up close, and then offer her the balloon. Her face lights up as brightly as the sun as she happily accepts it and jumps up and down with pure joy. The balloonist then informs her to hold onto it tightly and not let go, otherwise it'll fly away. They then hand over the balloon to Ogerpon and then she goes "Pon Pon, Ogerpon!" as if she is saying "Thank you so much!" as she happily skips along on her merry way with the balloon in hand as the balloonist waves goodbye to her and then returns to work at their stall as a lot of customers begin to line up at the front of the stall.

I finished this drawing 2 days ago, but I just got around to posting it now due to 2 reasons. One) When I finished it, it was getting late, and two) I had some errands to run with Mom the following day, and then we went out later that evening to a local bar.

When it came time to draw Ogerpon, I went to Bulbapedia, as per usual, to download some images of the creature to use as references throughout the entire process. However, Bulbapedia was having problems with their site at the time and I couldn't access their usual image gallery for Ogerpon, or any Pokemon for that matter. So, I had to work with whatever images were available on Ogerpon's front page, which wasn't much. Even so, I was able to work with what I had access to and I love how this turned out! I also wanted to experiment a little bit when it came to the Applin balloon to see how it would look without a black outline, making it look a little more realistic. After sitting on it for a bit, I think it worked out well and it didn't clash with my art style like I originally thought it did when I first drew it. It really started to shine when I drew the environment, making me feel much better about this experiment.

Drawing Ogerpon, herself, wasn't too bad as I broke down each part of her into smaller pieces such as her face, her black-ish hood, the stem on top of her head, her chest, etc, etc. The pose I had for her was envisioned for quite a while, but shortly after I began drawing, I decided to change perspectives and have her face forward towards the camera rather than sideways, like I originally planned. The reason for this change was that I wanted the drawing to focus more on her than the environment she's skipping around in, which turned out a lot better than I expected. I also originally planned to give her a regular, round red balloon, but changed it to an Applin balloon because I thought it'd look cuter, which turned out to be true, in my opinion. As for the apple orchard, it didn't turn out as well as I had hoped as I wanted to keep it in spirit to the one found in Pokemon Scarlet and Violet. (At least the branches aren't going out for a nice float here, unlike the ones found in-game.) Regardless, though, it was still fun to put together and make the drawing feel that much more alive and complete. Overall, I had a lot of fun with this drawing and it was quite the challenge to complete as I didn't have access to as many references as I normally would due to technical difficulties on Bulbapedia's end. I haven't had a challenge like this since I drew Koraidon quite a while ago. It was worth the experience, regardless and I had a great time with this one! I am looking forward to drawing Ogerpon again in the future!

[proth-blog]

Do you have songs that make you feel like your in Alagadda?

We're all mad , Swimming pool , Taurnado, The nowhere king, Dies irae, Pon mi x opera, Wap, People eater, Simp, Dream sweet in sea major, The riddle, Madame guillotine , Bad end theater, mechanical angel, Puppet loosely strung, Drink it smoke it snort it shoot it, the masochism tango, rush E, la follia, scherzo, the rightepus wrath of an honorable man, 13 angel standing guard around the side of your bed, dance of the damned, on the hill of manchuria, ode to joy, waltz no.2, sabre dance, endicott manor, danse macabre, the wierdos waltz, the fire dancer, tenptayion stairway

This are just a few :)

[ao3feed-spirk]

Bells on a Hill

read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/52168258 by flippyspoon Faced with the onset of pon farr, Spock is up a creek without a paddle. When Jim offers to be his big crush’s mate for the duration, figuring it will just be some nice sex, things are a lot more intense than either of them expected. Words: 12344, Chapters: 2/6, Language: English Series: Part 1 of Til There Was You Fandoms: Star Trek: Strange New Worlds (TV), Star Trek Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: James T. Kirk, Spock (Star Trek), Christopher Pike, Joseph M'Benga, Christine Chapel Relationships: James T. Kirk/Spock Additional Tags: Pon Farr (Star Trek), Romance read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/52168258