#reblog game tag what’s your dream bone

[dreambones]

your username got me thinking,what would be your dream bones? like if you could replace any bone in your body with an ideal version of it,which one would you choose?

Never thought if this question before, when I changed to DreamBones, what I had in mind was more of a, the bones that dreams would have .

Probably my jaw, or my lower back bones, I don’t know enough about the skeleton bones names agshdh but those are the consistent pain in my life.

Also fun random fact, because of my dog I started seeing vertebrae as a symbol of determination/resilience/keep going forward.

[moss-ridden-owl-creature]

Introduction Post :DD

I don’t know exactly how to do this but I’m doing it anyways!

+🌑+🌘+🌗+🌖+🌕+🌔+🌓+🌒+🌑+

Name: Call me Percy, Owl or Halskë :)

Age: 15+ (I’m a minor)

Gender: Non-binary (pronouns: any except for neos)

Orientation: biromantic & Demisexual :)

Religion: Hellenistic & Nordic pagan (Greek & Norse deities. Probably won’t post often about this stuff but I do reblog things relating to it) (No, I am not interested in converting, don’t try it. Believe me, the Mormons at my school have tried.)

I’ll post my art once in while! Nothing on my blog in terms of interests is set in stone, but you will often see art from fandoms I’m in, or of my ocs/fursonas!

theriotype: Tundra wolf! (Spiritual) hearttype: border collie! (Spiritual)

kintypes: Cryptidkin, dragonkin, crowkin! (These are either spiritual or/and emotional.) & Serial Designation N! (MD)

Fandoms: Grishaverse, Riordanverse, The MCU, Good Omens, The Folk of The Air, Murder Drones, FNaF, The Dream SMP (yes, I know some of the CCs are bad people, I supported very few of them. Tommy, Ranboo, Tubbo, Phil, and Techno were the only ones I actively watched outside of lore streams. This was a hyperfixation of mine and I am still very willing to talk about it because suddenly it’s been revived on Tumblr and now my page is full of C!Clingy duo. Please talk to be about it, I loved it and still do.) The Lunar Chronicles, The Hunger Games, The Song of Achilles, EPIC: The Musical, Aru Shah, Hamilton (technically), Warriors, Avatar: TLA, Iron Widow, The Furry fandom, and many others! (These are in no specific order)

I’m a batshit insane Kaz Brekker simp lol :)

Other things: I’m a furry (my fursona is named Halskë! I will post about these things.) I am diagnosed with ADHD, Slytherin, Cabin 7 (Apollo), I’m a fan of bones and taxidermy :) I also bow hunt large game such as antelope, deer, elk and big horned sheep :)

C!Technoblade (DSMP) kinnie! (Not a kintype!Just relate to the character:) )

just a note! I am in no way identifying with or as Percy Jackson from the Riordanverse, Percy is just my chosen name. Although I do absolutely love the Riordanverse and it’s a life long hyperfixation of mine, Please don’t refer to him as me, thank you!

I am a diehard FNaF fan. I will talk about it for HOURS. I love FNaF. Mention it and I will vibrate at a frequency strong enough to shatter glass. So yes, please talk to me about it :)

DNI: Basic haters, trans-homo-or otherwise LGBT-phobic people, pro-Nazis, zoos, racists, or fans of The Human Centipede (Gives me PTSD-like triggers.) & NSFW blogs specifically, I don’t care if you interact with me, but do not bring anything NSFW into my asks, I’m a minor and on the asexual spectrum and it makes me uncomfortable, thanks! :)

also please note, even if you are not in my DNI list, I do block freely, I do not stand for people who are constantly pessimistic. I don’t care if you’re pessimistic in general, myself am a realist, but what I mean by that is if you are more than 80% of the time just a negative being, I will most likely not interact with you.

another thing! My content is considerably 13+ (I will not respond to asks if you under 12 years old, as it makes me uncomfortable because tweens scare me.) and if you are older than 25, do not interact with me (EX: asks), as you are between 10-5 years older than me. (The under 12 rule does not apply to those who are regressors.)

also for Gaza/Ukraine GoFundMe’s, I am unable to donate, I would if I could.but I can’t, so please don’t send me asks to donate.

I accept people of all gender, sexual, and/or identity. Don’t come on to my profile with your phobic bullshit.

online friends! :D: @kirshimadenkisero @the-bineapple @writingnotes520 @popatochsp (These goobs are also my mutuals!)

my tags!

Original posts: #Cryptid whispers, #Dragon Growls, #The Wolf Bites

art: #The Moss Owl Creature Has Taken To Scribbling, #Owl Draws Will add more as the list grows!

reblogs: #Dragon Rumbles

That’s all! Have a good day/evening :D

[spaceyaceface]

Ace's HL Writing Challenge

Well folks, we did it!!! After five long years, this blog has reached 1,100 followers, which is amazing!!! As a thank you, I wanted to celebrate your talent by doing a Hogwarts Legacy writing challenge! More inforamation under the cut :)

How it will work:

I'm keeping it pretty simple. The rules are down below. To sign up, simply send me an ask with the prompt number and character/ship you'll be writing for. For now, we'll do just one person per a prompt, but that may change depending on how much participation there is.

When you've written your work, just post here on tumblr and tag me! I'll be reblogging each of the works that are submitted and giving positive feedback!

The rules:

Must be focused on characters from Hogwarts Legacy. AUs, adding OCs, etc, is more than welcome, but make sure that it involves characters from the game.

That being said, it can be ANY characters from the game! It can be x reader/MC, ships of two characters from the game, or not have any romance and just the dynamics of different characters. Whatever tickles your fancy!

Please, no NSFW or smut. Keep things PG-13 for this one :)

No word limits---just have fun!

You don't need to use the exact prompt in your work. You can do so if you choose, or rephrase it, or just go off of vibes alone lol.

The Prompts:

I will keep this updated for what prompts are/aren't available. All of these are song lyrics, and a playlist of all the songs used is available down below :)

"I was never one for short endings or cheap goodbyes." @shiinzhon

2. "I still don't know how to get to you." @talesofesther Sebastian x Reader

3. "I hear a storm is coming in--My dear, is it all we've ever been?"

4. "You go to find another place for your sun to shine."

5. "For the record, I've made my hell."

6. "I will wait for you, though I can't wait forever."

7. "Let's dance until the sun aches, love until our bones break." @shadowtriovibes Sebastian x MC

8. "Expectation is the currency of fools, and I spent it on you." @boomingsmile

9. "Now I feel like I'm finally me."

10. "I pretended I could read your thoughts, now it's just the truth."

11. "I'm in love when you're around."

12. "Can you hold on just for a little while longer?"

13. "I lost you when I lost me."

14. "I've done so many things wrong, I don't know if I can do right."

15. "A man can never dream these kinds of things."

16. "If I shut my eyes, will you appear? Because I'm not me without you here."

17. "Lonely are the ones who fall from love."

18. "One look and it all falls down."

19. "Even while you hold me as I cry on the floor, I still don't know how to be yours."

20. "If you're leaving I gotta know why."

21. "All my emotions feel like explosions when you're around."

22. "I want to find a home and I want to share it with you." @shadowtriovibes MC x TBD

23. "I like you, say it back."

24. "How can I be the boy you dream about?” @ravenelyx Sebastian x MC

25. "Just so easy when the whole world fits inside of your arms."

26. "I hope I'm not the last of what the world gave you.”

27. "We thought love was something we weren't meant to find."

28. “I was afraid to let it happen, but now I cannot forget it.”

29. "I could cut my hands on your edges, but I won't pull away."

30. "I swore that I'd become a better man for you and I tried." @sallow-tales Sebastian x MC

31. "I usually hate these cliches, but loving you feels that way." @eggymf

32. "The funny thing about love is it makes you wait."

33. "It's hard to find an end to something that you keep beginning." @localravenclaw - Sebastian x f!MC

34. "It happened when I least expected it." @finalgirllx

35. "And we wait until one of us caves." @emptycauldron

Playlist link

[that-one-cat-meow]

RULES OF 62 DAYS WITH MEOW!!

CAN YOU PLS REBLOG? I WANT TO HAVE AT LEAST FEW PEOPLE JOIN IT!!

(WAS SUPPOSED TO DO IT ON FRIDAY BUT WHATEVER)

Hello!! Welcome to 62 days with Meow challenge!! Here I tell you the rules and some story of it:

Meow and the Ink Machine was my own fangame from Bendy. But with more years it becomes my own story! Just didn't chage the name :I

62 Days with Meow - small challenge of mine :)

IT WILL START IN MONDAY!! (18 September)

What is it? Something like Ink Demonth!! But with little different rulles:

there are really 62 days. But don't worry! To get the price - do only 20 of them! You can do more, of course!!

How to do that? Use your immagination!! Draw, write, sing, create - it's your time to make your brain go into world of dreams!! Use my characters like yours!!

The challenge end 9 NOVEMBER!! You have like TWO WHOLE MONTHS TO DO IT!!!!! So don't be stressed

As I said - you can choose only 20 of them. That means you can mix the days of course! Don't have to start with 1 then 2 then 3 - you can go like 1, 20, 54, 3, 9...

if you know Bendy, it will be easier for you, because MATIM is insipired on this game. So - you can do cute things, BUT YOU CAN ALSO TURN YOUR DRAWING INTO HORROR!!

THE MOST IMMPORTANT RULES - if you do your drawing, tag me. If I reblog that means I saw it!!

Easy rules? Easy!!

The days will be on monday, WITH CHARACTERS THAT ARE IN MEOW AND THE INK MACHINE!!! On monday the challenge also starts!!!

You can't do 20 of them? Well, don't be ashamed! I will be VERY VERY VERY VERY happy if you at least do one!! I'm not very popular, and that you join would means to me that you appreciate hard work I do!!

MATIM was my own fangame of Bendy, but I do it more original, so I can pround say - this is ONLY INSPIRED ON BENDY

Characters, story - it's all by me!!

MATIM was created when I had 8 years

That means I couldn't be yet that creative to even make original name :/

But now, when I'm some kind of "teen", I don't want to change it anymore.

My young me created it, work on it a lot

So why should I change it? :3

Yes, so cartoon about Meow and her friends was in TV in 1935

Meow is a black kitten that lives in Mango Town. Her friends are: Bone, Mangle and Raven - main characters of the cartoon!

1967 - The year of Meow and the Ink Machine happening

After accident Susan Coral come back to the studio, where she disscovered, that is not the same anymore

1972 - Meow and the Forgotten Memories. Something like BATDR but in Meow version. Of course story and characters - me.

When creating MATIM I also LOVED FNAF. For real. So I added characters I liked!

Mangle and Lolbit are from FNAF, but since I don't want to look like I copy - I'm thinking about delleting Lolbit and change Mangle look and name

Catmint is an animatronic, I was just inspired on FNAF while making her

As I said - I make MATIM when I was 8

Now when I'm older I DON'T WANT TO CHANGE IT, EVEN IF IT LOOK LIKE I JUST COPY WHOLE GAME, OKAY??

So... I will be very EXCITED if you join! Even if you make it in Picrew, I will feel like someone really see how hard I work :)

I don't force you

Just ask - can you please reblog?

Thank you for reading friend <3

The days, characters and start of challenge - ON MONDAY (18 september)

[hitlikehammers]

✨WIP Wednesday Weekend Game✨

Many thanks to @hbyrde36 for the tag! 🖤

In a reblog of this post (so people can find you in the notes) or new thread (w/ rules attached) if you want to play on your own, post up to five (5) filenames of your WIPs; not titles, file names.

Post a snippet from one of them. Snippet must be words you wrote in the last 7 days. We’re posting progress here. If you haven’t made any, go make some and come back to play!

After you’ve posted, people can send you an ask with one of your file names. You must then write 3 sentences in that file. If the filename is one you can't share from (for example, an event or gift fic), write 3 sentences on it anyway, and then 3 more on another to share.

That’s it! You can invite others to join in, or just post. I’ll be searching the reblogs to find people to send asks to!

If you’re reading this, you’re invited! If you see someone posting a WIP Wednesday Game snippet, send them an ask! Make them write.

The WIPs In Question:

fuck google sideways with a toffee apple on a stick; pt 12

Under The Water (Our Hearts Will Dream Again)

what the spring does with the cherry trees

Deconstructing Gods

to sacrifice a human heart (cheerful oblivion)

psychiatric greenhouse

(I cheated there are six; I have MORE, but here are six)

Tiny snippet of FUCK GOOGLE SIDEWAYS below:

“Wayne,” Eddie licks his lips, breathes in deep, braces himself against all the things he can’t name and doesn’t even know for sure if it’s real, if it holds weight because bracing himself is this idea that feels like it belongs to hard things, bad things; and this is almost scarily easy, more written in his bones than breathing—this is maybe one of the best things he’s ever known or felt in his whole goddamn life, and maybe that’s why, maybe you have to brace yourself against something with this kind of sheer…enormity, good or bad or middling: “I…”

And it’s hard, to make words, let alone sounds, around the heart-collapsing feeling all on its own. But when Eddie tries to make it hold the things it’s always known, the things he’d held and kept and nurtured and shared with his Soulmate, and only his Soulmate: when Eddie not only tries to make sense of the impossible, but hold it against collapsing, when those feelings have grown double in size because they’re mirrored in something so fucking close to the exact goddamn thing that floods his chest and coats his veins when he thinks about, when he reaches for, when he so much as looks at Steve, it’s—

No-pressure tags: @hellion-child @pearynice @thesexydolorosa @steddie-island @hbyrde36 @gutterflower77

[pawseds]

"Staying on the case again? Let me get you some tea..."

This art blog mostly revolves around Delta Green, a cosmic horror and investigative conspiracy TTRPG. Specifically, it revolves around the 3 campaigns I'm involved in that take place in the same universe! I also throw in art of other campaigns I've been in. Posts will be tagged based on which game/storyline they came out of. I'll also reblog game stuff from my other players/party members!

EN/ID/中文 Writing project: @sparrow-flight For other art stuff and ramblings: Instagram | Twitter Keep reading for tag/campaign organisation details!

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[Delta Green] Bones of the Earth universe

M-EPIC

An M-EPIC campaign called 'Bones of the Earth'. Set in various parts of 2008-9 Canada, it follows Task Force 7's 5 operations. It ran from 2021-2022. This is the game that started it all. Here's all the art and comics made per session. And here's a cool World Andvil my Handler made for M-EPIC/the campaign!

ITItE

The story of my EPIC PC, Finan Syahputra, and his fiance-now-wife Claretta Tedyono. Has all pre-game (2004-8), in-game (2008-9), and post-game shenanigans (2009+) (the brainrot is so big, it needs its own category). Bigger slice of life/cope with the job feel; Home scenes if you will

Melati/Grief Rice

My homebrew campaign 'Where Red Blooms' set in 2010-2011 Indonesia, with the organisation Melati Merah Nusanara (specifically the Bulan Anggrek Nusantara 'research and security' branch). It ran from 2022-2024 and had 10 operations. Here's a fun summary of it by @katastrofish, one of my players (and my homie!!).

Birdfam

The birdfam consist of the 3 siblings Hrodwyn, Merethel, and Hygd, and their father Hrothgar. Originally from the GAWE campaign, I've ported these sparrows into other systems twice because 2 months with them was not enough. This tag contains all posts that includes them across the different games (GAWE, Helvetia, Dream in Drive).

Helvetia

A globetrotting homebrew campaign set in 2017-2019 based in Helvetia Ltd, the G20's secret hounds who are currently set on eliminating PISCES, GRU-SV8, M-EPIC, and Delta Green. It's set in the future of the same world as M-EPIC and Melati with @theroyalzealot as Handler/GM and Gavrill "Hrothgar" Vorobyev as my PC (ported from GAWE, a Westmarches that happened before Helvetia). I'm currently writing stories about the birdfam and Helvetia at @sparrow-flight!

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Other TTRPGs

GAWE

A D&D 4e Westmarches campaign that ran for 2 months through Sept-Nov 2023. Enter Hrodwyn, who left their flock of sparrow hengeyokai in an effort to find a solution to the cancerous spread of Starblight -- or Stellaron. It kills and mutates organisms ranging from Hrodwyn's flock to all 5 planets in this universe. This is where the Birdfam (Hrothgar's family) originated from, too!

SKSD

Scholarly Keepers of Sorcery in Dragonheart is a D&D 5e Westmarches campaign. I'm playing Dani, @katastrofish's NPC from Melati who I've often roleplayed as, and Fish is playing as their Melati PC, Simon! This is a no-death, magic school campaign set in 2023/4 in which technology is trying to wipe out magic. All races are just magic humans. It ran for 2 months through Jan-Mar 2024.

MECH

Marvellous Entrants in the Colosseum of Homados is a Lancer Westmarches campaign that ran for 2 months from May-June 2024. Livia Post-Scott, a streamer who's trying to make it as a journalist, joins the colosseum not to win it with her team of other players, but to get a good story for a journalism contest! This is my first Lancer campaign that went from LL2-LL8.

Dream in Drive

A short Lancer campaign with 2 groups ran by @theroyalzealot. We start as flashclones whose originals were killed in a terrorist bombing at a mall. Now, we're hunting the terrorists down so it won't happen. What did happen again is me porting Hrothgar in as my PC because I really want him on a Swallowtail. This time, he's 22, happily married to Merlin, and cares for newborn Hrodwyn!

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"Don't forget to roll SAN on your way out."

[hopewriteszstuff]

Oc interview tag

Thank you @agirlandherquill for the tag!

I will be using "Lumen" from "Of Smoke And Shadows" for this little game.

(These answers are happening in the timeline of chapter 16, which I will be posting soon)

Were you named after anyone? - "I don't think so, and if there was, then I don't remember. The most that I know about my name is that my mother is the one who named me, and my name the only thing left of her."

When was the last time you cried? - "As much as I hate to admit it, I have recently found out that I cry a lot, and for a variety of reasons. Yesterday I was crying because... Well, it was overall a horrible day and I broke down in tears by the end of it."

Do you have any kids? - "That actually depends on what you mean by this question. Biologically? I have great great... great..."

Lumen stops for a moment to count on his fingers.

"I'm two hundred- something years old, you do the math. As for children that are adopted_" He stashes his gloved hand unto his pocket, and takes out three miniscule children, each one is barely two inches tall.

"I don't know if borrowers count, but those are Navarra, Falcon,and Bee, and they're basically my kids."

"There's more that aren't borrowers, but they didn't come with me today."

Do you use sarcasm a lot? - "When the situation calls for it, or when I feel like it."

What is the first thing you notice about people? -

"The way they look at me, every time I enter a room I'm always looked at, no matter how much I try to be unnoticed, and their looks are never pleasant."

What is your eye colour? -

"I haven't looked in a mirror in centuries, and I would prefer not to, those around me say my eyes are grey, some say like the concrete, other say like the smoke."

Scary movies or happy endings? -

" Those "scary" movies people watch are, at their best, a joke, a comedy, and at their worst? Plain offensive. So I would say happy endings, I hope for my own happy ending too."

Any special talents? -

Lumen hums a bit.

"How do you define "Special talents"? Something special to me? Because I have talents that aren't special, and special things that aren't talents."

"Talking to animals, invisibility, seeing beyond the veil, an inhumane strength, transforming to animals, all of these aren't talents, all of us Kindred possess a form of that."

"I can bake as well, and cook to some extent, some say they are talents but are they that special?"

Where were you born? - "I don't know, nobody does, the documents are lost to time."

Do you have any pets? - "Not in the traditional sense, no, Arsen wouldn't want accept any pets around the house."

"I do have a swarm of rats that I carry around often." A rat pops from his black trenchcoat as he speaks, and another follows.

What sort of sports do you play? -

Lumen doesn't respond at first, he instead takes off his long trenchcoat, his white shirt was hanging loosely over his skeleton-like frame.

It looks as if his body is an almost literal interpretation of the expression "all skin and bones."

"Does this looks like someone who even gets out of the house?" He playfully responds.

"In all seriousness, no, I don't move around that much."

How tall are you? - "I was told that I'm eight feet tall."

What was your favourite subject in school? -

"I never had any proper education, there was some time where I went to college but I eventually dropped out because of how exhausting it was."

"If I had to choose a subject, however, it would be home economics."

What is your dream job? -

"I would like to not work a job at all, If I could, I want to live a peaceful life in the countryside with my brother or a person I love."

(I have no idea who to tag so reblog if you want to join this)

[halforc-mercenary]

Emotional Baggage: Mar Mutthand bold whatever applies to your muse. italicize the things that only somewhat apply / are verse dependent. REPOST , DON’T REBLOG.

been cheated on | been bullied | had your heart broken | broken someone’s heart | told a horrible lie | been betrayed | been framed / set-up | stolen something of value | overdosed on drugs | been drunk | cheated | bullied | been publicly humiliated | punched someone in the face | been beaten up| broken a bone | been admitted to a hospital | put someone in the hospital | had a near - death experience* | been drugged | done drugs | smoked | been arrested | been homeless | been forced to commit a crime | died and came back to life | kissed someone you weren’t attracted to | bled severely | killed someone| been forced to kill someone | had an attempt on your life | made an attempt on your own life | lost someone | loved someone | watched a loved one die | failed to save / help a loved one | felt helpless| watched your world die / disappear | had your life’s work stolen / destroyed | gone without food for over three days | gone without sleep for over three days | been tortured / questioned | been shot| been stabbed| been poisoned | been held prisoner | been trapped | been buried alive | been held hostage | held someone hostage | been stuck in a different world / universe / time | been abused by someone who should have loved / appreciated / valued you | had a panic attack | had night terrors | been in a car accident | lost your job | lost a fight | had sex with a stranger | been divorced | been abandoned | passed out from pain | cried yourself to sleep | spent a whole day in bed | hurt yourself | taken your anger out on yourself | taken your anger out on someone you love | been used| been manipulated | felt used | manipulated someone else | had your memories / mind wiped / stolen or tampered with | been taken over by a hostile force | been terrified | played a cruel game on someone | been forced to smile | felt too many things at once | laughed when you felt like crying | been in denial | been denied | faced your demons

*When Mar was a very young child she was attacked by a rabid dog near her homevillage. She was bitten in her left forearm and the bone beneath was crushed. She did managed to kill the dog with her stoneknife and drag herself back to her homevillages earthmound. She spend the following year sick and bedridden and in this time she started to first have dreams. Mar has the (untrained and dormant) Second Face and her almost dying and the following sickness activated her very dormant ability of Farsight. When she is sleeping or in any other way not consciously awake, her mind hops in the heads of other beeings near her which allowes her to see through their eyes as a guest. In most cases this happens with cats or other animals, yet never other sentient beeings or dogs (sentient beeings for one because they probably would react to this kind of magic, and dogs, because Mar is utterly terrified of dogs. She however admires cats so he rmidn is for those very open). Mar expierences what that other-one is doing from their perspective and can not act on her own, which could maybe be changed with training. Yet Mar has no idea what she is doing, that what she is seeing is real or how to actively use that gift and she very much thinks she is going mad when she notices that she had seen something that she should/ could not have seen. But Mar thinks that she is a freak in any way possible, so it is not suprising for her that even her dreams are freaky. Which is also the reason why she would never share what she is expierincing with anyone. When Mar knows that she is safe and has not to sleep with one eye open, she usually knocks herself out with potions, so she would not have her "weird dreams".

Tagged By: The Void Tagging: @deepseawarlock @sparklymanacakes @wildname @thaneirstaer @blue-eyed-banshee @lighthouseborn @bruinescence @elkenbulwark

[emmythespacecowgirl]

I posted 10,594 times in 2022

329 posts created (3%)

10,265 posts reblogged (97%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@eightysix-baby

@sushigirlfriend

@kaiyves

@multifandomlover01

@cluelessxblonde

I tagged 2,937 of my posts in 2022

#&lt;3 - 260 posts

#nasa headcanons - 101 posts

#the winters to my nix - 74 posts

#enjoy :) - 60 posts

#band of brothers - 50 posts

#my work - 34 posts

#ask games - 31 posts

#tumblr friends - 30 posts

#:') - 24 posts

#the pacific - 23 posts

Longest Tag: 120 characters

#this is my rant bc some astrophysicist on tik tok was being demeaning to people who liked star wars even though it's not

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

@joycebyres thanks for the tag!! sorry i didn't see this sooner :')

Tag 10 people you want to get to know better!

relationship status: LOL. Non-existent. Basically just dating around rn and even that is like walking through a pile of shit. Would not recommend.

favourite colour: key lime green or like a sage green :))

favourite food: It changes depending on what i'm craving each season, but rn the vibe is strawberry licorice. Wiley Wallaby puts out a really scrumptious red licorice and it smells soooo good.

song stuck in your head: Sidelines by Phoebe Bridgers and it reminds me of Speirs for some reason :') ugh

time: 3:38 PM EST

dream trip: do indiana jones shit in Egypt :))

last book you read: still reading With the Old Breed by Eugene Sledge atm

last book you enjoyed reading: really enjoying With the Old Breed! I highly recommend because it's very descriptive and well written.

last book you hated reading: honestly... can't think of one rn

bonus!

favourite thing to cook/bake: banana or pumpkin bread <3

favourite craft to do in your free time: songwriting, especially when i'm feeling lonely and nobody's around

most niche dislike: going for a run before the workday but it's so hot and humid out and i don't have time to take a shower before my first meeting starts so i just sit there looking like a wet poodle like this is fine everything's fine i totally don't look/feel like shit and feeling the sweat getting in my hair like erhdhgjeheWHHH

opinion on circus(es): generally not a fan. i don't support the way that they've treated animals.

do you have a sense of direction: absolutely. helps when you're flying through fog. idk how to describe it. it's just like an internal sense of knowing in your bones of where you are and where you started from.

This was fun! Tagging @honey-im-hotdog @multifandomlover01 @justatheatrekidwholovesspace @spacemanspam @kaiyves @captainlovell @stillbandofbrothersthirsty @eightysix-baby @holdingforgeneralhugs @edwhiteandblue

17 notes - Posted July 29, 2022

#4

i am having a FANFUCKINGTASTIC WEEM👻🤤

18 notes - Posted October 28, 2022

#3

It's SPRANG and that means wedding season and let's be real - we're all simps for these men so here you go :))

18 notes - Posted March 23, 2022

#2

“wars do not make men great, but they do bring out the greatness in good men.”

20 notes - Posted June 8, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

NASA Spaceflight Themed Uquizzes

Build a contraband sandwich and i'll tell you why Chris Kraft is mad at you

Answer some random questions and i'll tell you which Mercury astronaut you are

Answer some random questions and i'll tell you which Apollo mission you are

Which Astronaut from the New Nine Are You?

Answer some weird random questions and I'll tell you which Gemini mission are you

Answer these random questions, get a new astronaut movie to watch and a new year's resolution

41 notes - Posted April 5, 2022

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[tmgstudios]

I posted 6,187 times in 2022

That's 6,187 more posts than 2021!

789 posts created (13%)

5,398 posts reblogged (87%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@vvirokuns

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I tagged 6,106 of my posts in 2022

Only 1% of my posts had no tags

#reblog - 5,241 posts

#courtesy of ted - 789 posts

#serifcore - 341 posts

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#ask game - 95 posts

Longest Tag: 136 characters

#but yeah every person who gets mad at a cc for queerbaiting is legally required to watch. literally any podcast produced by tmg studios.

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

i am picking up loquacious seelie and shakijg him around i need your secrets you little manwhore. stop hiding them i need your lore

533 notes - Posted June 2, 2022

#4

[long post, sorry, theres a tldr at the end but i really recommend reading the full thing if you can]

i really wish there was more like. narcolepsy awareness stuff in the world. that teaches people the actual symptoms and not just the stereotype. the amount of people i have talked to both online and in person about my experiences with narcolepsy who have been shocked at how much they related to my experiences is staggering. 

narcolepsy is so under-diagnosed and also very often misdiagnosed as something else because so many people, even within the medical field, don’t know the actual symptoms of narcolepsy (i am not pulling this out of my ass, my sleep specialist has told me this several times. its a real issue that sleep specialists continue to battle to this day). up until relatively recently, the past 5-10 years or so, narcolepsy and other similar sleep disorders weren’t even considered real by a lot of the medical field!!

narcolepsy is not “falls asleep at random” disorder. narcolepsy is a disorder of sleep cycles, causing the brain to enter rem sleep much quicker and more frequently then it should. 

this causes things like excessive daytime tiredness/chronic fatigue, extremely vivid dreams, sleep paralysis, hallucinations while waking up/falling asleep, and in the case of those with narcolepsy type-1, cataplexy (aka, while feeling intense emotions the brain will enter rem sleep while awake, causing muscles to lock up. this is where the “falls asleep at random” stereotype comes from, but the person experiencing it is not actually asleep, just unable to move their muscles. i can’t really speak more on this specific part of narcolepsy, since i have type-2, aka narcolepsy without cataplexy, this is just the basics i was told by my sleep doctors. EDIT: someone who experiences cataplexy has added their experiences in a reblog, if youd like to learn more please go take a look!!) [note: these are not the only symptoms of narcolepsy. not all people with narcolepsy will experience all of these symptoms, and everyone will experience them at different frequencies. for example, i only get sleep paralysis once every month or so, and my hallucinations tend to be limited to auditory] according to my sleep doctor, narcolepsy also has links to both adhd and chronic strep throat as a child (i have no idea how that last one works. but. thats what my doctor said and hey. she was right. i had chronic strep throat as a child and look at me now.) EDIT because i forgot to add: narcolepsy can not only co-exist with insomnia, but cause insomnia as well! excessive daytime tiredness --> more naps during the day --> harder time falling asleep at night

so yeah. i guess this is me doing awareness. if you relate to any of these symptoms, please talk to a sleep specialist if you’re able to. it might not be narcolepsy, but chances are it’s something, since none of these things are normal (to repeat, excessive daytime tiredness is not normal. that means there is something wrong). theres nothing wrong with asking a sleep specialist about narcolepsy and getting tested for it, even if you come back negative. 

my dms and askbox are open anytime for any kind of questions about narcolepsy, the diagnostic process, treatments, etc. while i am not a doctor, i have learned a lot through my own experiences, talking with my sleep specialist, and also my own research, since i’m currently studying to hopefully make narcolepsy research my career! whether you are questioning having narcolepsy or not, you are not bothering me with questions, i promise, you asking will probably make my day

TLDR; narcolepsy is a very misunderstood and underdiagnosed sleep disorder, and i highly recommend everyone learn about what it actually is and what the symptoms actually are, and if you relate to any of them, talk to a sleep specialist

[other narcoleptics feel free to add on to this post with your own experiences(and also to message me i always want to talk to other narcoleptics ASJDKHJ), and non-narcoleptics please please feel free to reblog! i really want to start spreading awareness for this disorder, since again, severally under/misdiagnosed and most of the world is still under the impression that the narcolepsy stereotype is true]

598 notes - Posted October 1, 2022

#3

literally not a single day goes by where i don’t think about this clip at least once

789 notes - Posted November 28, 2022

#2

i just described an inanimate object as “brimming with autism” in my head. to myself. i am completely alone. there was no bit. just raw instinct. whats wrong with me.

1,040 notes - Posted September 4, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

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I posted 10,282 times in 2022

67 posts created (1%)

10,215 posts reblogged (99%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@/dingdongyouarewrong

@feyandco

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I tagged 3,971 of my posts in 2022

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Longest Tag: 140 characters

#people are willing to pay $5 to have access to beta pillowfort. there are good reasons why that generosity can and should be extended to tum

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

was thinking about how the theme of mhxx was chasing after a shooting star a seemingly impossible dream and then mhw calling the hunters of the fifth the shooting stars that pierce through what was known to be possible to deliver impossible dreams

4 notes - Posted January 12, 2022

#4

anger rage wrath for the abomination that is wiki/fandom’s mobile layout

5 notes - Posted June 11, 2022

#3

a weird thing happened to be after beating ara fell. like i enjoyed it so much that i frantically looked for the next game to play that feels just like it which is kinda ridiculous and impossible. what even happened is it because it was the first kinda long story game i’d finished after a while

9 notes - Posted February 16, 2022

#2

like i really gotta say it. project diva x is a good game. it’s a fun game to play. obviously it did a lot of things that did not work but that’s only half of the things.

i fully understand why so many people would dislike it and (correctly) predict it to be the end of the project diva series especially considering how you had 5 whole games to base your expectations on and then have none of your expectations met BUT. there’s enough good in this game that i strongly believe that, had the stars aligned a little different for a project diva x2nd to exist with all the glo up to the format like 2nd and f2nd did, we would have so much more good than whatever is going on now with all the future tone ports being the only meat on the bone for the series

9 notes - Posted February 6, 2022

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sometimes i think about the statement “penny’s character had nothing but how she’d make a good wife“ and it’s like. is she not the child of an alcoholic who could get verbally abusive (and who was basically unemployed at the beginning) and as a result is confined to cleaning after her mother in their trailer? does she not literally say she likes books because they provide escapism, most likely that reading is the only hobby she could afford to have (because it’s somewhat connected to her job as a tutor)? is her confession cutscene not a huge development and glance into her inner world as it feels so daring compared to her restrictive life? and does she not literally say she feels bad that her mom now lives alone but is adamant that pam needs to clean up her own act? like i joke that i’m the token liker of boring girls but i don’t think penny is that uninteresting!!

24 notes - Posted July 23, 2022

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[donnanxble]

𝙵𝙸𝙻𝙼 𝙶𝙴𝙽𝚁𝙴 𝙰𝙴𝚂𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚃𝙸𝙲𝚂.

repost, don’t reblog.

ROMANCE.       love poems. flickering candles. conversations in the meadow. roses. midnight meetings. silk dresses. long phone calls. spilling your heart out. curtains blowing in the breeze. cheap paperbacks. the sun’s reflection on the water. smooth jazz. waiting for something to happen. blushing cheeks. kisses in the rain. faded polaroids. noses bumping. floral perfume. a restless spirit. oil paintings on canvas. hiding under an awning during a thunderstorm. candlelit dinners. horse drawn carriages. sunset views. smeared lipstick.

ACTION.       streetlights reflected on rainy pavements. a phone alarm. rapid texting. the smell of smoke. aggression. the natural instinct to fight. dramatic reunions. distant gunfire. funerals in the rain. the coppery scent of blood. solitude. fierce protective instincts. doomed to fail. driving too fast. near death experiences. inner turmoil. running through crowds. expensive watches. tired eyes. overnight plane rides. cold cups of coffee. dangerous secrets. lying through your teeth. bullet holes.

HORROR.       a distant farmhouse. congealed blood on the hardwood. ice picks. tilted headstones. bare feet on the carpet. splintering wood. masks that hide who you really are underneath. quiet summer camps. ghost stories. locked rooms. sharp knives. a full moon. the scent of rust. grasping hands searching for something to hold. last minute decisions. bags under your eyes. a cross hung on the wall. crawling maggots. the carcass of a dead animal. an abandoned hotel. blood-soaked clothes. broken bones. the sound of glass shattering.

ADVENTURE.       gnarled rope between your fingers as you hold on for dear life. glittering gold in a dark room. snakes. an incoming sandstorm. the consequences of your actions. hidden secrets. an unopened door. a leap of faith. squeezing your best friend’s hand. shelves of dusty books. ancient curses. the smell of fire. crumbling buildings. complicated puzzles. mystery novels. footsteps echoing in a large room. smudged lenses on glasses. warm skin. doing what’s right. dirt under your fingernails. scribbled notes. cobwebs blocking your path.

COMEDY.      friends you’ve known for years. crowded comedy clubs. crescent moons. open mics. out of tune pianos. a messy desk. leather messenger bags. stacks of papers. huge sweaters. bitten nails. ordering takeout every night. dog-eared pages. unmade beds. hand movements and broad gestures. the smell of the subway. colorful graffiti on brick buildings. big dreams. enthusiastic phone calls. rejection letters. the heat of stage lights. pulling pranks. restless sleep. cold showers. laughing until you’re crying. half-finished ideas. tiny apartments. velvet curtains. cheap alcohol.

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[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Looking for a Place to Happen 5

Warnings: non-consent sex and rape, age gap, general stupidity, some violence and threats, coercion, manipulation, trauma, sextoy, recording, anal.

This is dark!biker!Sam Wilson x reader and explicit. 18+ only.  Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Series Synopsis: There’s lots happening in Birch and you find it all too amusing.

Sister series to Smalltown Bringdown, When the Weight Comes Down, Little Bones, and Fully Completely

Note: It was close but y’all wanted more Birch!Sam so here we go. This one is... porn. Let’s be honest lmao.

Thanks to everyone for their patience and feedback. :)

I really hope you enjoy. 💋

<3 Let me know what you think with a like or reblog or reply or an ask! Love ya!

Chapter 5: Come on in, sit right down

💀💀💀

It was a pain you’d never felt before. It was more than physical, it was deep, it was like part of you was missing. Something taken from you. More than just that outdated concept of purity that you never bought into, more so your autonomy. You never felt very in control of your life, trapped in the small town with dreams but now your life was completely out of your grasp.

Sam left late, some time after midnight. It didn’t matter, you still felt him inside of you. You tried to rinse him off of you, out of you, but the shower only left you cold and hollow. You gave up on sleep just after five in the morning and you typed in a trance, barely thinking as your fingers fluttered over the keyboard.

Hours passed like days and you descended as you heard your nan below, the clink of her heavy cast iron pot on the stove. She cooked her oatmeal in it and it was heavy enough to hammer back in the loose floorboard in front of the fridge. She offered you some as you entered the kitchen and you sat at the table with a sigh.

“Is that man coming back?” she asked.

You tilted your head at her as she put a bowl in front of you and the bag of sugar just for you. You sprinkled the brown granules over your oatmeal and added milk, “you looking forward to it?”

“The only reason I didn’t spray Lysol in his eyes was because of you, girly,” she sat heavy with the jar of artificial sugar and the little cinnamon container, “you know I’d do anything to keep you safe even if you’re too dumb for your own good.”

You nodded and scooped up the thick oatmeal. You pushed your tongue through the oats and said nothing.

“I told you to stay away from that bar,” she huffed. The crotchety old lady was back.

“You seemed happy enough about the pie and wine,” you shrugged.

“You think I don’t know his kind. I’m an old lady, that won’t keep him from cracking my skull like poor old Mikey Rae,” she tutted, “that was the first biker I fucked with.”

“Nan,” you gasped at her language.

“Well, you’re an adult now. Gonna have to grow up quick if you messin’ with those boys,” she pointed her spoon at you, “but you say the word and I’ll twist his balls off. Being old only means I gotta be patient.”

You couldn’t help but snicker. You knew she was serious and you realised then that it was all a show. A cautious act that you’d mirrored for her own sake. But this was a problem you had to deal with yourself. The one thing you couldn’t live with was bringing harm to the woman who raised you.

“No ball twisting, nan,” you shook your head, “alright?”

“For now,” she returned, “but you be careful, girly. You’re in deep enough.”

“I know,” you bit the edge of your lip, “nan?”

“Mmm,” she grumbled as she swallowed.

“Mikey Ray, if he was one of them, who bashed him?” you asked.

“The second one, Colin,” she frowned, “cocky bugger, took what he wanted… until he got what he couldn’t handle.”

“And what happened to him?”

It was the most your nan ever told you about those days, more inclined to talk about her hippy festivals and protest arrests.

“I twisted his balls off,” she snickered, “in a manner of speaking.”

You drew your brows together as you watched her take another bite and she opened the pocket book of crosswords she kept on the table.

“In a manner of speaking?” you wondered.

“I plead the fifth,” she took the pencil from between the pages and adjusted her thick glasses, “but he wasn’t around to cause me any trouble.”

You shoved another spoonful into your mouth and sat back. You always thought your nan was a tough old bitch, you couldn’t imagine what she was like when she was your age.

💀

Sam showed up just after noon. You weren’t surprised but you weren’t happy either. You were only thankful he came in the back. You didn’t need Nan following through on her threats and you would rather she didn’t know about the visit. If you were fortunate, she didn’t notice him for her knitting.

He knocked on your door and you unlocked it. He made no move to enter as he twirled your phone between his fingers.

“Charged it last night,” he smiled, “thought we could have some more fun.”

“I’m working,” you said quietly.

“Did I ask?” his lips straightened and he tilted his head, “and it’s about time you came over. Kind feels off with the old lady just on the other side of the wall.” You winced at the memory of the night before. He noticed and chuckled. “Kinda hot too but… still,” he mused.

“You can’t come back later?” you crossed your arms.

“You were so good last night,” he said, “I don’t like this little game you’re playing so don’t make me give the old lady a show. Let’s go.”

You dropped your arms and grabbed your thinner jacket from the back of your chair and shoved your feet into your zip up Martens. He waited with his arm across the open door and you stepped past him as his other hand went to your ass and squeezed. He closed the door and followed you down the wooden steps.

The snow wasn’t as deep as the first fall and you crunched through to the sidewalk. He placed his arm over your shoulders as he ushered you along to the main road. You passed The Asp and cut through the lot as he waved to other members of the club.

“I talked to Bucky, let him know you won’t be an issue any longer,” he said, “right?”

“Right,” you echoed and hugged yourself against the bitter air.

“Aw, honey, don’t worry, we’re about to get you warmed up,” he led you down another side street and up the paved walk of a pale blue house, “this is my place, Chez, uh, Wilson.”

He let you inside and nudged you further in as he followed. You slid out of your boots and he helped you out of your jacket. His impatience showed as he unzipped his coat and tore off his own boots. He took out your phone and grinned.

“Today,” he held it up, “you can get this back… if you earn it.”

You stared at him and picked at the hem of your shirt. His eyes followed the movement of your fingers and he licked his lips.

“Why yes, you can take that off, that’s a great start,” he purred, “all of it.”

You clenched your teeth and gripped the fabric nervously. He shouldered past you and pointed across the front room.

“You can go wait for me in there,” he said, “I’ll be a couple.”

You nodded and made to pass him but he stopped you before you could enter the living room. The place was cozy even if you didn’t want to be there. He bent and turned your face up to kiss you sloppily. He tapped your ass again as he urged you onward.

“Gotta loosen you up,” he taunted, “in more ways than one.”

You continued across the room if only to get away from him, even if it wouldn't be for long. You pushed past the painted door and entered the bedroom. The wall was hung with a large framed diagram of a Harley and another of a bike engine. There was a large poster for the Godfather and a Marvin Gaye album leaned against a retro player. The bed was made and the carpet freshly vacuumed.

You went to the dresser and looked over the dog tags that hung from a miniature statue of David. You looked up at the large mirror over the dresser and you looked as scared as you felt. You gulped down your nerves as he entered and looked away from your reflection.

He had a stool in hand and kicked the door closed. He placed it between the bed and the dresser. He kept his hands on the top and his chest flexed beneath his grey henley. He watched you knowingly and tutted.

“You’re not naked,” he said, “don’t you want this back?”

He let go of the stool and revealed your phone once more. You murmured and lifted your shirt slowly. He went to the dresser and unfolded a small metal tripod and affixed the cell to it. He angled it then slid out the top drawer. You scoffed as he turned around with a large suction dildo and stuck it to the top of the stool, your hands frozen on your open fly.

“Um, what the hell?” you sputtered.

“I think you know what the hell but I’m more than happy to give direction,” he wiggled the dildo and let it wobble as he pulled away.

You gaped at it. You couldn’t fit that whole thing in you. How were you even supposed to get yourself onto that?

“Honey, quit stalling,” he warned as he put his hands on his hips. You blinked at him and scowled, “or we can make a special post for TikTok… but I think it might be against their terms of service.”

You glanced away and pushed down your jeans. You let your socks crumple in the ankles and stood to unhook your bra. He hummed as he moved to lean against the wall beside the dresser and crossed his arms over his chest. You hesitated before you shimmied out of your panties, shying away as you eyed the stool.

“Oh,” he pushed away from the wall and reached into the drawer again. He tossed you a tube and you caught it. Lubricant. “You’re gonna wanna get some of that on there.”

You inhaled deeply and flipped open the cap. You cringed as you hovered the bottle over the tip of the dildo and squirted it onto the silicone. You spread it down the length of the toy and your hand shook. You felt him watching you as embarrassment burned through you.

You finished and capped the lube and set it on the dresser. He nodded to the toy and lifted a brow. You hid your discomfort and approached the stool. You stepped up onto the crossbar and clung to the edge of the seat as you brought your knee up. You felt as if it would all topple as you brought your other leg up.

You shuddered as you felt the tip against your cunt and you reached unsteadily between your legs. You rubbed the head of the toy against your folds to spread the lube and peeked over at Sam.

“Go on,” he ordered, “if you can get that whole thing inside you, I’ll give you your phone back.”

You gripped the toy and pushed it back to your entrance. You lowered yourself a little so it stretched you just slightly. You scrunched your nose at the discomfort and slowly eased further onto it. You got halfway and stopped as you gasped. Your fingers curled around the seat and the toy.

“You’re doing good, honey,” his voice was smoky and you looked at yourself in the mirror. The phone blocked the bottom half of the toy but you could see your cunt around the top.

You bent your knees further and groaned as your walls strained around the dildo. Your eyes watered as it hit your cervix and you arched your back to take it as deep as you could. You cried out as you reached the base.

“Whoa, you really did it,” he mused, “fuck, you look good all stretched out.”

You whimpered and adjusted your legs as you tried not to slip.

“Well, you know what to do,” he motioned up and down with his fingers.

“Please,” you breathed, “I did--”

“Not done yet,” he said pointedly.

You huffed and lifted yourself carefully. You pushed back down and let out a moan as the toy grazed your walls. The fullness was overwhelming, a painful pressure laced with pleasure. You rocked your hips as you moved on your knees and gripped the edge of the stool, mindful not to shake the stool too much.

You closed your eyes as your breath hitched. You needed more. The toy could only do so much as your clit thrummed and the wetness spread down your thighs.

“Mmmm,” Sam came around you and snaked his arm down your front. He pushed his fingers between your swollen folds and circled your bud, “you like that, don’t you, honey?”

You whined as your nerves sparked at his fingertips and you sped up. He planted his foot on the crossbar to keep the stool from tipping and you rode out your orgasm as his touch spurred you on.

“Ah, fuck,” he pressed against your back, “I’m so fucking hard.”

You panted and opened your eyes. You looked at yourself in the mirror but quickly shied away. You were weak, so weak.

He stepped around you and reached for the lube. You watched him as you didn’t move from atop the toy and he rounded you again. He drizzled the lube between your cheeks and flung the lube away. He pushed his fingers along your ass and lingered on your tight ring. You winced and tried to lift yourself off the dildo.

He caught your shoulder and held you down.

“Again,” he ordered.

You glanced at him in the mirror and he gave you a stern look as his fingers tightened around your shoulder. You held your breath and began to fuck the toy again. He nuzzled the back of your head and poked against your ass until his finger slid inside. You cried out and his hand went to your neck as he urged you on.

“Ah, honey,” he whispered against your hair.

He drew his finger in and out of your ass as a burning pressure seared through you and added to that in your cunt. 

“You can touch yourself,” he uttered as his fiery breath encircled you.

You did so without thinking. He pushed another finger into you and a squeak escaped your lips. You couldn’t help but delight in how the sensations mingled and bloomed to a new climax. He sped up in time with your hips and your legs shook as you came in a series of strangled mewls.

He kept on until you slowed to catch your breath. He slipped his fingers out of you and your head lolled as he removed his hand from your neck. You heard his zipper and as you looked back, his hand stretched across the back of your head and turned it straight. He bent so his head was next to yours and grasped your chin as he made you look at him in the mirror.

“One more time, honey,” he pulled his dick out and his tip brushed along your ass.

You tried to lift yourself off the toy but he hooked his arm around your middle and kept you on it.

“Sam, no, please,” you begged, “I can’t--”

“You can handle it all, honey,” he purred, “I know you can.”

His tip pressed to your ring as he forced you down on the toy. You exclaimed and he pushed until you stretched around the head of his cock. You gritted your teeth and threw your head back against his shoulder. 

He pulled back and pushed in again. He got deeper with each slow thrust, an inch at a time, until you were filled by him and the toy. Your eyes welled and the tears trickled down your cheeks as you held onto the stool and grunted through each tilt of his hips.

He trailed his hand down between your legs and spread your folds as he flicked your clit with his middle finger. He moved you against him and on the toy. He pushed into as the dildo reached its limit and your voice grew louder and louder. 

Through the agony, you couldn’t help but feel the unyielding tingle in your core and it crawled down your thighs and up your spine. The stool rocked with his motion but he kept you flush to him as he fucked you from behind. Your legs slipped over the side of the seat and you were impaled on the toy.

He didn’t let up as you gasped and gulped, whining as your cunt twitched around the silicone and you came as you reached back to scratch at his open jeans. He rutted into you without relent as he kneaded your thighs and his breath seared down your flesh.

“Ah, honey,” he muttered through his delighted groans, “goddamn, god-- shit, I’m gonna fill you up.”

He slammed into you as deep as he could and you felt him burst. He gave several long thrusts as rode out his orgasm and groaned. When he stilled he leaned against you and sighed.

“You can have the phone back,” he rasped as he caressed your thigh, “tomorrow.”

[sxrrandomfanfics]

WIP game

Saw the ask meme by @2hoothoots and they didn't tag anyone, instead letting others who come across it claim it... what the heck I'll put this on my sideblog all about writing!

Rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have wips. (You can make your own post or reblog this one!)

I'm tagging @sideburndanny, @boxmorelover232, @sweetstwawbewwymilk and... Actually I don't know how many people are comfortable with tag games and there's too many wips.

And my stories are under "Keep Reading." There's a lot

The Digging Turnabout

Fusion Army

Talk to Yourself

What can you offer?

Boxed Into Your Role

A Little More Than Friends

Where is the Chansey!?

Defense Squad

Spider Queen's Kingdom

Starlight, Starbright

A Shadow is Just a Self You Haven't Met Yet

Butterfly Effect

Cleaved

Dream On

Electric Demi-God: Dendy

End Eps

Foot Size

Let's Not Be Villains

Mind Swap

Monster to Hero

Shin-Dig

The Box of Kings

Africa

Australia

A Kid Named Kelp (collab!)

And From the Prince Formed a Dragon

And Whom the Bell Tolls

Bruises

Circus Life Seems for Me

Do You See What I See?

Earth and Sea

Exeperiment One Thousand Seven Hundred Seventeen

Galochio

I Still Love You

Lili's Burn List

Shark Week

Shit that Happens at Camp Whispering Rock

Shoot a Star on the Boulivard Tonight

Raz's Regretful Realm

Family Swap

First Impressions

Wisdom is Bone

Sour Citrus

The Bechdal Test

The Wizard of Ot

Twister

Wait, We Have Girlfriends!

With What I Know Now

Yankee Doodle

HH

MMI&MF

You Are Where You Belong

Blood Belly

Inter-Urban

Stars Lie

Blessed Misfits

Heaven and Earth Beetles

Moonlover

War Isn't Hell

A Dad is Someone Who Should Die Before You

Heterobiology

Lost Without You

There Will Never Be Another Like Me

Trial For a Shadow

We Made Him Worse

[thefallennightmare]

Hard to Love [3/?]

Pairings: Chris Evans x Reader

Words: 1565

Warnings: this story will have mentions of abuse, mental and physical so please read at your own risk. Some swearing, angst, and a good amount of fluff. Maybe some smut if I’m feeling frisky.

Summary: After moving to a new town all on her own, Reader would do anything for a stable job and income. Even if that means housekeeping for one of Boston’s eligible bachelors. What she didn’t expect was finding herself falling in love with him and him finding out about the past that she was running from.

A/N: Thank you to everyone who has liked, reblogged, or asked to be tagged. I’m really liking writing this story. I’m kind of just writing as I go. As always, tags are open! 

The music vibrated off the walls as my hips swayed to the beat, vacuuming perfect lines into the carpet. Dodger watched happily on his perch of the couch, tall waging. 

The last few weeks with just Dodger and I had been perfect. Every morning I would show up for his walk, feed him, doing a few loads of Chris’ laundry; how he had laundry when he wasn’t even home made no sense to me. Once I finished up at Chris’ house, I would head over to my night job. I had done the same routine every day for the last two weeks. 

I knew my body was exhausted, ready to crash at any given moment which is why I tried to keep myself moving, having the music keep me awake. 

I had also made sure to send Chris his daily Dodger pictures, letting him know that we both were doing good and that he was happy even though his owner was gone. Even though he was busy, Chris found time to text me back, letting me know that he was very thankful I was there with Dodger. 

Multiple times a day. 

We also talked here in there about things other than Dodger; I asked how his filming was going and he asked some things about me. We even texted a game of twenty questions when he had a long break between filming. 

He learned a lot about me, me making sure that the dark parts of my past still stayed hidden, and I learned a lot about him that the media didn’t even know. I was starting to know who Chris Evans was and not what the media portrayed him as. 

He loved playing the piano, even though he wasn’t that great; his words. 

He would rather lounge on the couch with Dodger on a Friday night than go out with friends. 

And of course, his biggest dream was to start a family. Everyone knew that and volunteered to be the one to help him. He said that hadn’t found the one that he wanted that with and he was starting to doubt that he ever would. 

I wouldn’t call us friends but we weren’t acquaintances either. We were somewhere in between. 

“AND THERE’S HOPE FOR THE UNDERRATED YOUTH!” I sang along, using my duster as a microphone. 

Not even the loud music could mute out the laughter I heard behind me. 

Spinning on my heels, I turned off the music and was face to face with Chris. He was leaning against the wall, biting his finger to stifle another laugh. His eyes shone bright with amusement and something that was very unreadable. 

“Heh, how long have you been standing there?” I questioned, heat creeping to my cheeks. 

He scratched his chin in fake thought. “Since the beginning of the song.” 

“Oh God,” I muttered embarrassed. “I didn't know you were coming back today.” 

“We finished shooting yesterday,” he mentioned while bending down to greet Dodger. 

I found myself suddenly wishing I had chosen to wear something other than my bleached covered sweats and shirt that was two sizes too big. My hair was falling in strands out of the bun and I knew that I looked like a hot mess in front of him. 

“Well, I’m actually finished so I’ll get out of your hair soon,” I spoke. 

Chris shook his head. “You’re fine.” 

“I really should get home and shower before work,” I stated. 

“You know, you never told me what your other job is.” He mentioned. 

He was still in his place on the other side of the couch meaning there was a good amount of space between us so he couldn’t see the hesitation from me. 

“I work at a club.” 

“Bartender?” Chris asked. 

“Yeah, something like that,” I muttered. “I really should go, though.” 

Chris reluctantly nodded. “Um, I know you worked a lot the past two weeks so feel free to take tomorrow off.” 

My sore muscles screamed in joy. 

“You sure? I bet you’ve got loads of laundry to do,” I said 

“I can do it,” he assured me with a smile. “I’ll see you on Friday?” 

I nodded. “Thanks, Chris.” 

Friday morning had come way too fast and as I rolled out of bed, I felt my bones crack into place. I spent yesterday morning and afternoon catching up on sleep to get ready for work last night; which was busier than ever. Countless parties and not enough workers to keep everyone happy. 

As I stared myself in the mirror, I frowned at the dark bruise that had started to form on my arm and made a note to cover it up before seeing Chris. He texted me last night saying that all he needed was his laundry done today so I was thankful for an easy day. 

I was about to walk out the door when my phone dinged, letting me know someone had texted me. Expecting it to be Chris, I felt my heart drop to the bottom of my stomach when an all too familiar name popped up. 

Please talk to me. I miss you.

Without a second thought, I deleted it, not wanting it to ruin the rest of my day. 

Music played in my ears, drowning out any thoughts I had, as I walked up the stairs towards Chris’ bedroom to put away a basket of his clothes. I was here for a few hours, him being held up in meetings and video calls for his ASP company so we really didn’t have a chance to talk; only a small wave and smile when I arrived. 

I hummed along to the music, not realizing that someone had stepped out of the steam filled bathroom. Towel was loosely tied around his waist as water slowly dripped down his broad chest, over his tattoos. 

My feet felt frozen in place as we stared at each other, his chest rising and falling as he breathed deeply, eyes trained very hard at me. I couldn’t stop my eyes from following every inch of his bare chest; his v-line so defined and his happy trail that lead from his belly button to the top of the towel. His hair was slicked back and I was able to see his hazel eyes shining bright. 

Chris slowly licked his lips and I rubbed my things together to stop the heat I felt. 

“I’m sorry, I should have knocked.” I stumbled over my words while pointing to his door. 

He shook his head. “It’s alright. Can I have that?” 

The richness of his voice did absolutely nothing for the heat in between my legs when he motioned towards the pair of boxers I had in my hand. 

All I could do was nod and extend it towards him. We were standing on each side of the bed so I knew that if he extended his own arm, he could easily reach it however he made no motion to move. He simply lifted a finger and beckoned me over towards him. My feet started moving before I could register and within seconds I found myself standing in front of him. There was an invisible wall between us, us not wanting to take that step to break it down. His tattoos were clearer this close and I wanted to kiss all the lines of the eagle that was on his chest. 

Licking my dry lips, I handed the boxers to him. “Here you go.” 

My voice came out quiet and broken, Chris’ presence overtaking me. I was a puddle of desire and mush when it came to him and I could tell by the smirk playing on his lips that he was loving every single second of it. 

Chris’ fingers glided over mine as he took the underwear. 

“Thank you,” he whispered. 

The desire engulfed us in a cloud, trapping us in our spot. None of us took the first step to break it, liking this new feeling between us. Chris slowly raised his hand and with an instinctive fear, that cloud evaporated when I flinched away.  

Chris dropped his hand as I stepped away from him, covering my face with my hand. 

“Y/N,” His soft voice brought me back. 

Slowly dropping my arm, I realized that I wasn’t back in my old life, I was here in Chris’ bedroom; very far away from who I thought was standing in front of me. 

“Are you okay?” He asked. 

“Um, I forget. I have to leave early today. I’m sorry,” I lied, trying to leave this situation. 

As my feet started taking me out of his room, his bare chest was in front of me again stopping me in my tracks. I kept my eyes trained hard on the carpet, not daring to meet his gaze. His presence towered over me, feeling very small under it, and when his thumb lifted my chin to look in his eyes I could feel the worry ooze out of them. 

“I wasn’t going to hit you,” he spoke quietly. 

I nodded. “I really need to go, Chris.” 

He knew that this conversation was making me uncomfortable so without another word, he let me walk out of his room. 

That was the last time I saw Chris for a few days, lying that I had a stomach flu and needed a few days to rest up.

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Sparktober Bingo 2021!

Back for a new generation: Sparktober Bingo!

Instead of coming up with an Atlantis-specific list of prompts, I compiled a bunch of 2021 -tober prompt lists into one google doc here. (Links to original prompt lists are on the google doc.) Add in a list of Atlantis episodes and...

How to play:

Choose a “flavor” from the prompt sets below the cut, then paste it into this fandom bingo card generator.

Adjust your browser size til it looks right and take a screenshot, or use the html script if you’re familiar with using html on tumblr. Tag @sparktober​ if you want us to reblog it so everyone knows you’re playing!

  Sparktober Bingo Rules:

Complete a row/column, corners, or a blackout of your card by November 1, or not! Update as you go.

All fan-works are allowed: art, edits, fic, meta... bonus points to anyone who picks the “sprinkles” flavor and goes full mid-aughts by filling their bingo cards with 100x100 pixel icons.

You are allowed to pull multiple cards until you get one that inspires you, and you can also go through the prompt list of your choice in advance to pull out squicks or things you absolutely won’t write. I recommend not googling unfamiliar words from your work computer.

Use the prompts liberally! Episode titles can be treated as the episode or as generic prompts (e.g. “Epiphany” can be for an episode-related fic or a prompt for an epiphany of your choice).

  Flavor descriptions:

VANILLA: Gen prompt lists from Fictober, Inktober, Trektober Gen, and Trektober Trek.

CHOCOLATE: Zesty prompt lists from Trektober NSFW, Kinktober, and Whumptober. The multiple-prompts-per-day from Kinktober and Whumptober have been broken into individual prompts.

CANDY CORN: Fall / holiday themed prompts from TUA-tober.

SPRINKLES: Atlantis episode list (in order, in case you only want to copy certain seasons), along with characters and a few Atlantis-specific prompts.

TWIST: All of the above! (You can also manually mix and match different flavors, of course.)

Text blocks to copy into the bingo card generator are below the cut. Enjoy!!

VANILLA

“I need you.”; “You have no proof.”; “I’ve waited for this.”; “Fine, I give up.”; “I’m not saying I told you so…”; “Didn’t we already have this conversation?”; “That could have gone better.”; “This is it, isn’t it?”; “There’s no right side to this.”; “It’s so quiet.”; “I swear, it’s not always like this.”; “You keep me safe.”; “The things you make me do…”; “Your information was wrong.”; “I like that in you.”; “Not this again.”; “I’m with you, you know that.”; “This was not part of the plan.”; “I feel strange.”; “That’s what I’m known for.”; “What did I say?”; “No promises.”; “This time, do what I say.”; “Is this supposed to impress me?”; “Do you know what time it is?”; “I’m sure this has never worked, ever.”; “You could have died!”; “I don’t have to explain myself.”; “Why are we whispering?”; “Don’t ruin this.”; “Take me with you.”; Crystal; Suit; Vessel; Knot; Raven; Spirit; Fan; Watch; Pressure; Pick; Sour; Stuck; Roof; Tick; Helmet; Compass; Collide; Moon; Loop; Sprout; Fuzzy; Open; Leak; Extinct; Splat; Connect; Spark; Crispy; Patch; Slither; Risk; Meet-Cute; Amnesia; Age Difference; Pining; Sick Fic; Fake Relationship; Accidental Meeting; Epistolary; Secret Identity; Historical AU; Nightmares; Monster Hunter; Reunion; Soulmates; At Pride; Angst; Seasons; Fix-It; Coffee Shop; Movie Plot AU; Kid Fic; Actor's Other Crossover Work; OT+; Getting Together; Only One Bed; Pirates; Making Up; Forbidden Relationship; Tattoos; Halloween; Prime Directive; Lower Decks / Background Characters; Away Mission; Ship's Bar; Aliens Made Them Do It; Observation Deck; Crew with Family; Holodeck; Science Crew; Character Survives; Headcanons; Diplomacy; Decontamination; Trek Crossover; Replicator; Worldbuilding; Redshirts; Sex / Love Potion; Medical Crew; Transporters; Medbay; Interspecies Relationship; Mirrorverse; Uniforms; Mutiny; Stranded on a Planet; Rec Room; Academy Era; Second Contact; Command Crew; Off-Duty

  CHOCOLATE

A/B/O; Soft; Anonymous Sex; Penetration with Object/s; Sleeping; Intercrural Sex; Restraints; In/Under Water; Group Sex; First Time; Possessive Behavior; Dry Humping / Grinding; Overstimulation; Roleplay; Rimming; Stretching / Fisting; Power Imbalance; Food Play; Fingering; Body Worship; Sex Work; Voyeurism / Exhibitionism; Safewords; Technology; Oral Sex; Omorashi / Wetting; Crying; Underwear / Lingerie; Friends with Benefits; Pain Kink; Dirty Talk; Trick or Treat; All trussed up and nowhere to go; Talking is overrated; Sticks and stones may break my bones...; Trust fall; I've got red in my ledger; Touch and go; My spidey-sense is tingling; Coughing up a lung; Rumors of my death are greatly exaggerated; Oops, I did it again; Just keep swimming; It'll be fun, they said; That's gonna leave a mark; Under pressure; Feed a cold, starve a fever; On a need-to-know basis; Field care 101; The doctor is in; Just a scratch; Lost & found; That's where the blood's supposed to be; They made me do it; You break it, you buy it; One down, two to go; Hide & Seek; You will go down with this ship; “I'm fine, I prom...”; It's (not) just in your head; All work and no play; Digging your grave; Hurt & Comfort; “You have to let go.”; Garotte; Taunting; “Do you trust me?”; Betrayal; Bruises; Helplessness; Pneumothorax; Presumed Dead; Hospital; Adrift; Torture; “This is gonna suck.”; Crush injuries; Delirium; Recovery; “Please don't move.”; “Now smile for the camera.”; Bitten; Trunk; Bleeding through bandages; Cursed; Auction; Self-induced injuries to escape; Escape; Fallen; Passing out; “Good, you're finally awake.”; “You're still not dead?”; Major character death; Disaster zone; Barbed Wire; Choking; Insults; Taken Hostage; Misunderstanding; Touch Starved; Numbness; Exotic Illness; (Blind) Rage; Flare-Up; Drowning; Made To Watch; Burns; Beaten; Fever Dreams; Scars; Hemorrhage; Doctor Visit; Bleeding; Trapped Under Water; Pressure; Demon; Ransom; Flashback; Flight; Waterfall; Vertigo; Nightmares; Too Weak To Move; Left For Dead; Trauma; Bound; Gagged; “Who Did This To You?”; Pushed; Broken Nose; Hunger; Blindness; “Definitely Just A Cold”; Tears; Ice Chips; Dehydration; Begging; Cauterization; Force; Bees; Aftermath; Dread; Cpr; Stabbing; Solitary Confinement; Blood-Matted Hair; Obsession; Pursuit; Revenge; Hiding; Trap Door; Collapse; Panic; Overworked; Ghosts; Prisoner; Losing Control; Threats; Caning; Mercy; Forgotten; Head Injury; Screaming; Comfort; Self-Sacrifice; Trapped; Near-Death Experience; Regret; Tragedy; Battlefield; Anxiety; Gore; Petplay; Bimbofication; Panties & Lingerie; Bondage; Double Penetration in 2 Holes; Breeding; Humiliation; NTR; Incest; Emeto; Omorashi; Free Use; Crossdressing; Public; Three (or more) some; Daddy & Mommy; Double Penetration in 1 Hole; Distention & Cockbulge; Xenophilia; Shotgunning; Watersports; Pregnancy; Lactation; Waxplay; Grooming; Human Furniture; Feet; Prostituion; MacroMicro; Spanking; Cockwarming; Glory Hole; Somnophilia; Body Modification; Temperature Play; Leather; Size Difference; Sounding; Stockings; Tentacles; Medical Play; Stripping; Orgasm Denial; Master & slave; Scissoring; Titfucking; Frottage; Knifeplay; Formal Wear; Breathplay; Fisting; Pegging; Scat; Beastiality; Fucking Machine; Tickling; Boot Worship; Bukkake; Collaring; Foodplay; Non or dubcon; Feederism; Sensory Deprivation; Oviposition; Clone & Selfcest; Exhibitionism & Voyeurism; Impact Play; Sadomasochism; Bloodplay; Praise Kink; Body Swap; Sweat; Branding; Massage; Role Reversal; Armpit; Masturbation; Inflation; Sex Toys; Burnplay; Menophilia; Stuck in Wall; Deepthroating & Facesitting; Dacryphilia; Hate Sex

  CANDY CORN

Birthday; Sick Day; Autumn; Candles; Plaid / Flannel; Leaf Piles; Sweaters; Baking; Cinnamon; Pumpkin Spice Latte; Carnival; Movie Night; Candy; Graveyard; Black Cats; Goosebumps; Pumpkin; Party; Monster; Ghosts; Witch; Vampire; Traditions; Magic; Mask; Haunted House; Trick; Treat; Costume; Monster Mash; Halloween

  SPRINKLES

Rising Part 1; Rising Part 2; Hide and Seek; Thirty-Eight Minutes; Suspicion; Childhood's End; Poisoning the Well; Underground; Home; The Storm; The Eye; The Defiant One; Hot Zone; Sanctuary; Before I Sleep; The Brotherhood; Letters from Pegasus; The Gift; The Siege Part 1; The Siege Part 2; The Siege Part 3; The Intruder; Runner; Duet; Condemned; Trinity; Instinct; Conversion; Aurora; The Lost Boys; The Hive; Epiphany; Critical Mass; Grace Under Pressure; The Tower; The Long Goodbye; Coup d'Etat; Michael; Inferno; Allies; No Man's Land; Misbegotten; Irresistible; Sateda; Progeny; The Real World; Common Ground; McKay and Mrs. Miller; Phantoms; The Return Part 1; The Return Part 2; Echoes; Irresponsible; Tao of Rodney; The Game; The Ark; Sunday; Submersion; Vengeance; First Strike; Adrift; Lifeline; Reunion; Doppelganger; Travelers; Tabula Rasa; Missing; The Seer; Miller's Crossing; This Mortal Coil; Be All My Sins Remember'd; Spoils of War; Quarantine; Harmony; Outcast; Trio; Midway; The Kindred Part 1; The Kindred Part 2; The Last Man; Search and Rescue; The Seed; Broken Ties; The Daedalus Variations; Ghost in the Machine; The Shrine; Whispers; The Queen; Tracker; First Contact; The Lost Tribe; Outsiders; Inquisition; The Prodigal; Remnants; Brain Storm; Infection; Identity; Vegas; Enemy at the Gate; Ronon Dex; Teyla Emmagan; John Sheppard; Carson Beckett; Elizabeth Weir; Rodney McKay; Jennifer Keller; Samantha Carter; Aiden Ford; Radek Zelenka; Kate Heightmeyer; Evan Lorne; Laura Cadman; Kolya; Chuck; Peter Grodin; Steven Caldwell; Lantea; Ocean; Ancient(s); Richard Woolsey; Athosians; Daedalus; Wraith; Nanites; Asurans; Genii; DHD; SGC; Stargate; Earth; Antarctica; Ascension

 TWIST

“I need you.”; “You have no proof.”; “I’ve waited for this.”; “Fine, I give up.”; “I’m not saying I told you so…”; “Didn’t we already have this conversation?”; “That could have gone better.”; “This is it, isn’t it?”; “There’s no right side to this.”; “It’s so quiet.”; “I swear, it’s not always like this.”; “You keep me safe.”; “The things you make me do…”; “Your information was wrong.”; “I like that in you.”; “Not this again.”; “I’m with you, you know that.”; “This was not part of the plan.”; “I feel strange.”; “That’s what I’m known for.”; “What did I say?”; “No promises.”; “This time, do what I say.”; “Is this supposed to impress me?”; “Do you know what time it is?”; “I’m sure this has never worked, ever.”; “You could have died!”; “I don’t have to explain myself.”; “Why are we whispering?”; “Don’t ruin this.”; “Take me with you.”; Crystal; Suit; Vessel; Knot; Raven; Spirit; Fan; Watch; Pressure; Pick; Sour; Stuck; Roof; Tick; Helmet; Compass; Collide; Moon; Loop; Sprout; Fuzzy; Open; Leak; Extinct; Splat; Connect; Spark; Crispy; Patch; Slither; Risk; Meet-Cute; Amnesia; Age Difference; Pining; Sick Fic; Fake Relationship; Accidental Meeting; Epistolary; Secret Identity; Historical AU; Nightmares; Monster Hunter; A/B/O; Reunion; Soulmates; At Pride; Angst; Seasons; Fix-It; Coffee Shop; Movie Plot AU; Kid Fic; Actor's Other Crossover Work; OT+; Getting Together; Only One Bed; Pirates; Making Up; Forbidden Relationship; Tattoos; Halloween; Prime Directive; Lower Decks / Background Characters; Away Mission; Ship's Bar; Aliens Made Them Do It; Observation Deck; Crew with Family; Holodeck; Science Crew; Character Survives; Headcanons; Diplomacy; Decontamination; Trek Crossover; Replicator; Worldbuilding; Redshirts; Sex / Love Potion; Medical Crew; Transporters; Medbay; Interspecies Relationship; Mirrorverse; Uniforms; Mutiny; Stranded on a Planet; Rec Room; Academy Era; Second Contact; Command Crew; Off-Duty; Soft; Anonymous Sex; Penetration with Object/s; Sleeping; Intercrural Sex; Restraints; In/Under Water; Group Sex; First Time; Possessive Behavior; Dry Humping / Grinding; Overstimulation; Roleplay; Rimming; Stretching / Fisting; Power Imbalance; Food Play; Fingering; Body Worship; Sex Work; Voyeurism / Exhibitionism; Safewords; Technology; Oral Sex; Omorashi / Wetting; Crying; Underwear / Lingerie; Friends with Benefits; Pain Kink; Dirty Talk; Trick or Treat; All trussed up and nowhere to go; Talking is overrated; Sticks and stones may break my bones...; Trust fall; I've got red in my ledger; Touch and go; My spidey-sense is tingling; Coughing up a lung; Rumors of my death are greatly exaggerated; Oops, I did it again; Just keep swimming; It'll be fun, they said; That's gonna leave a mark; Under pressure; Feed a cold, starve a fever; On a need-to-know basis; Field care 101; The doctor is in; Just a scratch; Lost & found; That's where the blood's supposed to be; They made me do it; You break it, you buy it; One down, two to go; You will go down with this ship; “I'm fine, I prom...”; It's (not) just in your head; All work and no play; Digging your grave; Hurt & Comfort; “You have to let go.”; Garotte; Taunting; “Do you trust me?”; Betrayal; Bruises; Helplessness; Pneumothorax; Presumed Dead; Hospital; Adrift; Torture; “This is gonna suck.”; Crush injuries; Delirium; Recovery; “Please don't move.”; “Now smile for the camera.”; Bitten; Trunk; Bleeding through bandages; Cursed; Auction; Self-induced injuries to escape; Escape; Fallen; Passing out; “Good, you're finally awake.”; “You're still not dead?”; Major character death; Disaster zone; Barbed Wire; Choking; Insults; Taken Hostage; Misunderstanding; Touch Starved; Numbness; Exotic Illness; (Blind) Rage; Flare-Up; Drowning; Made To Watch; Burns; Beaten; Fever Dreams; Scars; Hemorrhage; Doctor Visit; Bleeding; Trapped Under Water; Demon; Ransom; Flashback; Flight; Waterfall; Vertigo; Too Weak To Move; Left For Dead; Trauma; Bound; Gagged; “Who Did This To You?”; Pushed; Broken Nose; Hunger; Blindness; “Definitely Just A Cold”; Tears; Ice Chips; Dehydration; Begging; Cauterization; Force; Bees; Aftermath; Dread; Cpr; Stabbing; Solitary Confinement; Blood-Matted Hair; Obsession; Pursuit; Revenge; Hiding; Trap Door; Collapse; Panic; Overworked; Ghosts; Prisoner; Losing Control; Threats; Caning; Mercy; Forgotten; Head Injury; Screaming; Comfort; Self-Sacrifice; Trapped; Near-Death Experience; Regret; Tragedy; Battlefield; Anxiety; Gore; Petplay; Bimbofication; Panties & Lingerie; Bondage; Double Penetration in 2 Holes; Breeding; Humiliation; NTR; Incest; Emeto; Omorashi; Free Use; Crossdressing; Public; Three (or more) some; Daddy & Mommy; Double Penetration in 1 Hole; Distention & Cockbulge; Xenophilia; Shotgunning; Watersports; Pregnancy; Lactation; Waxplay; Grooming; Human Furniture; Feet; Prostituion; MacroMicro; Spanking; Cockwarming; Glory Hole; Somnophilia; Body Modification; Temperature Play; Leather; Size Difference; Sounding; Stockings; Tentacles; Medical Play; Stripping; Orgasm Denial; Master & slave; Scissoring; Titfucking; Frottage; Knifeplay; Formal Wear; Breathplay; Fisting; Pegging; Scat; Beastiality; Fucking Machine; Tickling; Boot Worship; Bukkake; Collaring; Foodplay; Non or dubcon; Feederism; Sensory Deprivation; Oviposition; Clone & Selfcest; Exhibitionism & Voyeurism; Impact Play; Sadomasochism; Bloodplay; Praise Kink; Body Swap; Sweat; Branding; Massage; Role Reversal; Armpit; Masturbation; Inflation; Sex Toys; Burnplay; Menophilia; Stuck in Wall; Deepthroating & Facesitting; Dacryphilia; Hate Sex; Birthday; Sick Day; Autumn; Candles; Plaid / Flannel; Leaf Piles; Sweaters; Baking; Cinnamon; Pumpkin Spice Latte; Carnival; Movie Night; Candy; Graveyard; Black Cats; Goosebumps; Pumpkin; Party; Monster; Witch; Vampire; Traditions; Magic; Mask; Haunted House; Trick; Treat; Costume; Monster Mash; Rising Part 1; Rising Part 2; Hide and Seek; Thirty-Eight Minutes; Suspicion; Childhood's End; Poisoning the Well; Underground; Home; The Storm; The Eye; The Defiant One; Hot Zone; Sanctuary; Before I Sleep; The Brotherhood; Letters from Pegasus; The Gift; The Siege Part 1; The Siege Part 2; The Siege Part 3; The Intruder; Runner; Duet; Condemned; Trinity; Instinct; Conversion; Aurora; The Lost Boys; The Hive; Epiphany; Critical Mass; Grace Under Pressure; The Tower; The Long Goodbye; Coup d'Etat; Michael; Inferno; Allies; No Man's Land; Misbegotten; Irresistible; Sateda; Progeny; The Real World; Common Ground; McKay and Mrs. Miller; Phantoms; The Return Part 1; The Return Part 2; Echoes; Irresponsible; Tao of Rodney; The Game; The Ark; Sunday; Submersion; Vengeance; First Strike; Lifeline; Doppelganger; Travelers; Tabula Rasa; Missing; The Seer; Miller's Crossing; This Mortal Coil; Be All My Sins Remember'd; Spoils of War; Quarantine; Harmony; Outcast; Trio; Midway; The Kindred Part 1; The Kindred Part 2; The Last Man; Search and Rescue; The Seed; Broken Ties; The Daedalus Variations; Ghost in the Machine; The Shrine; Whispers; The Queen; Tracker; First Contact; The Lost Tribe; Outsiders; Inquisition; The Prodigal; Remnants; Brain Storm; Infection; Identity; Vegas; Enemy at the Gate; Ronon Dex; Teyla Emmagan; John Sheppard; Carson Beckett; Elizabeth Weir; Rodney McKay; Jennifer Keller; Samantha Carter; Aiden Ford; Radek Zelenka; Kate Heightmeyer; Evan Lorne; Laura Cadman; Kolya; Chuck; Peter Grodin; Steven Caldwell; Lantea; Ocean; Ancient(s); Richard Woolsey; Athosians; Daedalus; Wraith; Nanites; Asurans; Genii; DHD; SGC; Stargate; Earth; Antarctica; Ascension