#s.s. pressure

[jsbashirmd]

"I'll tell you about it later," he says quietly, his chin propped on Morse's shoulder. He closes his eyes and tips his face forward to breathe in the scent of his partner as he squeezes him just a little tighter. "Just let me hug you for a minute?"

It feels like it's been days since they last had a moment to themselves like this. He stays, quiet, his chest pressed up against Morse's back and his arms around his waist, for a long two minutes before he kisses behind his ear and shifts his weight onto one foot so he can reach for the glass and steal a sip. "It was long, but mostly boring. Nothing terribly unexpected. Are you alright?"

[ behind ] sender comes up to receiver from behind and wraps their arms around their waist ~@jsbashirmd

HE'S A LITTLE DISTRACTED THIS EVENING. It's been a difficult day at work, as his days often are, and he's come home with his mind still whirring away with it all. He's home before Julian today. He's got his music playing, there's a drink on the side, and he's standing in the living room, staring out of the window with a hand tangled in his own hair. Nothing is quite working to satisfy the odd feeling he seems stuck with tonight, and it's absolutely infuriating. There's nothing more he can do on the case now, otherwise he'd be doing it, so he's going to have to direct his attention elsewhere, somehow. It's as though his whole body aches, except that it doesn't exactly hurt, and he doesn't know what it's aching for. He tugs at his own hair, fidgets with a button on his shirt, and then---

THEN THERE ARE ARMS AROUND HIM. Morse makes a startled sound, but surprise dissolves quickly into a smile. Julian. "I didn't hear you come in," he says, dropping the hand from his hair to cover Julian's arms with his own. Maybe he did hear, and just didn't process the sound. He's not sure. With this sort of distraction, either is plausible. He's not even sure how long he's been standing here. Already, though, he's feeling a bit more grounded. Julian always hugs him so firmly, and it's one of the best feelings in the world. Morse is leaning into him before he even realises he's doing it, seeking more contact. "How... how was your day?" he asks, trying to pull his mind back into the realm of polite conversation instead of focusing on the perfect hug he's being given and how much he never wants Julian to let go.

[aroaceleovaldez]

Honestly Jason gets too much flack for getting knocked out frequently when he's on the S.S. Impromptu Snooze. like. He's not the only one one the boat who has this problem. Nico and Hazel are right there. They're honestly worse than Jason is about fainting constantly. the reason those three have never gone on a quest together all on their own is cause all three of them would end up passing out by the end of it.

who would win: Jason's luck vs. Nico's blood pressure/fatigue vs. Hazel's fainting condition

[terven--godess]

The feminist movement highlights how men weaponize safety concerns to maintain control over women. Even when women take precautions for their own security, many men respond with dismissiveness or threats, reinforcing women's vulnerability. This behavior is part of a larger pattern of undermining women's independence and reinforcing male dominance by making women feel powerless, even in situations where they've taken measures to protect themselves. I'm aiming for the legal protections of the prostitute but a crackdown on johns and pimps. I want prostitutes (and other 'sex workers' of course but I am focusing on prostitutes) to be able to seek aid, go to the police, and get other forms of help without fear of being arrested or fined. I want johns to be scared to even walk near a prostitute. I want pimps to face a minimum of 10 years in prison if not more. On one hand, we are told to express ourselves, to open up, yet the moment we do, our feelings are met with skepticism, even ridicule. "Who hurt you?" they ask, not out of care but as if our pain is something to be dismissed. Men, in particular, seem almost repelled by the vulnerability they claim to want. There s an underlying reason for this pattern, but the question remains: why? ne stark example is how some individuals seem to reject the societal pressures that come with their assigned gender by adopting identities that ostensibly offer more freedom, but ultimately lead back to the same structural biases they hoped to escape. A similar point of cognitive dissonance can be found in the ways men continue to undermine women s contributions to society. The tired argument that men are responsible for most major scientific discoveries conveniently ignores the historical context in which women were denied access to education, intellectual pursuits, and professional recognition.

^^^ reminder that peanut butter think stuff like this is ok. Lets just sonic the hedgehog until we reach the S.S. Bootleg. Why does everything have to be so weird with you? i dont prit anymore i whooperchia. Just because you can sag doesnt mean you should bwip. Nothings ever gwobbly enough when Wario tries to vop at the grand glub glub ga-lub. If I had a MLT for every time MIM tried to blomp, Id own The deep and scary hole.Things arent as wacky as they seem, especially in the doop hole.

[theealbatross]

kiss me (s.s.)

Plot | You fought, kissed, and made up. But it could never be that easy.

or, Sebastian took two steps forward and three steps back.

Tags | insecurities, social pressures, obsessive tendencies, slytherin!reader, dark!seb and reader if you squint, but not really, underage drinking (theyre all 16-18 in this), they're just crazy about each other and can't tell anyone, kissing (duh) nothing too PG, happy ending?, read 4k words and figure it out, if the end made you scream say 'aye'

[ 6th Year ]

“Spin that fucking bottle!”

If you had known what absolute monstrosity you would create when you introduced muggle sleepover games to your housemates you would’ve gone to bed early.

But now, you were surrounded by drunk, nosy, Slytherins that were dead-set on exposing each other’s most embarrassing secrets. No one was safe.

“Imelda!” Everyone cheered, Grace quickly hooked her arms around the other girl’s neck when she tried to escape.

The party had long since been over, most of the students from other houses had already retired to their own rooms but those who had friends in Slytherin (like Poppy and Natty) or were too drunk to journey back to the spiraling staircases of their houses safely (like Everett and Samantha) decided to sober up for a while in the Quidditch Grand Champion’s common room.

“Are you actually as mean as you pretend to be or do you just not know how to make friends,” Natty slurred, pointing and wagging a finger at her.

If she was in a better constitution, she would’ve been able to brush off that accusation easily and with confidence but a dozen of improved (thanks Garreth) Firewhiskey shots later and the ever-guarded Imelda flushed in embarrassment to the surprise of everyone. The small circle burst out laughing, Imelda pushed Grace away in annoyance.

“It’s okay, ‘melda. We love you as you are!” Poppy was definitely still hammered.

“Next, next, next!”

The bottle spun and spun but your eyes were at the boy who had just returned from tucking Ominis in their shared dorm. You smiled up at him as he sat in the reserved space available just for him right beside you. “Omi?” you mouthed.

He squeezed your hands, silently letting you know your lightweight friend was now safely tucked in his own bed and ready to welcome the worst hangover he had ever known tomorrow.

“Well, well, well! Our brilliant, beloved, beater!”

It was when you turned your eyes back down on the ground that you saw that the mouth of the bottle was now undoubtedly pointed at Sebastian.

“Mate, I just got here!”

The crowd booed, Sebastian receiving light punches and playful jeers. “It’s the rules, Sallow!”

Everyone looked at you expectantly, the false inventor of such guidelines. You smirked, shrugging, “Rules are rules.”

Sebastian gaped at the betrayal. He gave you a look that lets you know he’ll get you back for this, even secretly poking your waist sharply. You didn’t like the way your housemate’s eyes glinted at the small interaction. Oh no.

“Alright, Alright,” Garreth shushed the crowd with two outstretched hands. “I have the million galleon question! I’m sure everyone will praise my genius for it!”

“Get on with it already!”

The Gryffindor threw a drunken glare at the voice from the back of the common room. “Now, I’m sure our dear Sebastian, despite receiving many letters of admiration and flutters of pretty lashes –”

“Gross,” Imelda grumbled.

“—has yet to officially court someone!” Garreth announced, arms stretched wide like he was a ringmaster about to start his greatest show. Everyone oo-ed and ahh-ed and cheered.

You didn’t like where this was going.

Sebastian, for all the eyes that were on him, managed to maintain the small smile on his cocky face.

It was true. You were not blind to the … physical developments he had undergone the last two years nor to the attention it had garnered him. The boy you had sneaked around Hogwarts with in your fifth year had disappeared and was replaced by a man. An unfairly tall, tanned, attractive man. You damn near walked past him again if he had not pulled you to his side on your first day during your 6th year.

You weren’t ignorant of it, nor were you dumb enough to deny your attraction to your friend.

But you are a lady. And his friend.

His most trusted, beloved friend (his words not yours).

You’d rather not risk your lifelong connection if he won’t. You know how to read between the lines as blurry as it had become. He’s lost too much and you refuse to become another scar in his soul. The both of you have had enough of that to last you till the next lifetime.

“So, my question is,” your eyes widened when you felt two hands on each of your shoulders, in your deep reverie you have failed to notice Garreth sneaking behind your back or that all conniving eyes and raised eyebrows were now on you.

Sebastian smiled.

“Kiss, Marry, Kill.”

[ 7th Year ]

It was by incredible luck that your 7th year of Hogwarts called for the Triwizard tournaments to be held in Hogwarts.

You were prepared to enjoy the event in relative peace. Happy that for once you would be the spectator of all the action instead of being the one in the middle of it.

Life just can’t make it that easy for you.

You did not even realize that Sebastian of all people had thrown his name in as consideration until he had been called and your dreams of a quiet last year in Hogwarts were shot to the depths of hell. It was the first time in a while that you felt true fear, the type that froze all your blood solid.

The fight that followed in the Undercroft was explosive.

“How could you be so reckless, Sebastian?! People die in these games! Why would you do this?!”

Just the thought of it makes your stomach sink. Sebastian will be front and center of this bloody battle of pride that is broadcasted to the entire wizarding world. It was different when it was the two of you jumping through all types of danger – this time you won’t be able to help him. He will be alone.

Yet, when you had expected a valid explanation and a plan out of all this madness he instead looked at you with such anger and vitriol that you physically flinched.

“Because I am sick of being just your friend!” Even Ominis pushed himself off the wall he had been leaning on. Foreseeing a tragedy about to uncontrollably unroll. “I’m constantly surrounded by you two! Ominis Gaunt, the scion of the purest bloodline in the wizarding world, the Heir of Slytherin who could do no wrong! How brilliant!”

He cackled a laugh, he looked like a man at the brink of insanity. How long had he been holding on to these thoughts?

“And you!”

“Sebastian enough –” Ominis tried to cut through his mania but he wasn’t having any of it. Once the words were out, there was no taking them back in. He was cursed – he will have to see it through.

“Famed Hero of Hogwarts,” each word was dripped in poison, the insecurities bubbling inside him caused him to lash out at anyone and everyone who dared question his decision. How could they understand? How would they understand a nobody? “Do you know how tired I am of being in your shadow?”

He felt the sting before he heard it, the slap drowned the Undercroft in silence. Then, the weight of his grave words sunk in. The green haze in his head cleared just to see the boiling tears falling down your distraught face.

What has he –

“Then let me free you of such shadow, Sebastian,” your face crumpled, physically pained by such cruelty from your dearest companion. “You’re on your own this time.”

That had been months ago, aside from the few classes you had together he had not even seen you anywhere else. Not even in the first game when he had sent you an owl begging you for a chance to apologize and dedicating his win to you. The victory over the other contestants tasted bitter when he couldn’t find your face in the celebrating crowd.

And the pit in his chest turned into a black hole when he caught Ominis at the edge of the celebration shaking his head. She didn’t come. He’s lost her.

Ominis refused to help him – not that he deserved any. In retrospect, it was ... silly – the insecurities he had been shamefully hiding. He knew his friends had never seen him short of an equal but it’s difficult to see the good when the entire world is looking down at you with cruel, disapproving eyes when your back is turned. Cruel whispers they made sure only he could hear.

“I thought he’d live somewhere more posh.” “Sallow? Dating her? That’s preposterous he’s an orphan with barely a galleon to his name.” “Why do you think they keep him around?”

It was stupid and irrational and he handled it in the worst possible way. Lashed out at the one person who least deserved it, who went through hell to drag him back out, then benevolently tended to all the wounds and scars in his humanity till he was himself again.

“Let me free you of such shadow, Sebastian.”

He slammed his head on the wall he was leaning on, the heartbreaking image of her distressed face was a nightmare that had chased him awake or asleep.  Sebastian may deserve this but you most definitely didn’t. He never deserved you.

Yet, here he was, sitting on the floor of the Ravenclaw Tower with a wilted bouquet of wildflowers he had picked before breakfast, hoping he could catch her somehow. He ignored the giggles, snickers, and confused questions thrown his way no matter how embarrassed he felt. He wasn’t moving from this spot until he can apologize – the silent treatment was torture worse than Crucio. And he had been hit with one.

At the first sound of the walls transforming, he was already up on his feet, his hands instinctively brushing his hair as if looking presentable would even out his chances of repairing his most treasured friendship.

The door opened and finally, your eyes met his. The tension was something that would choke even the greediest puffskein. Your eyes were wide, unblinking and your lips were pursed in a fine line that communicated how much you loathed being in his presence. He hopes you know that you could never hate him as much as he hated himself at this very moment.

“For you!” It was only when it was being offered to you did he realize how abysmal the dying bouquet he had been carrying in his hands since this morning looked. But it was too late now, she was already here, looking at the flower then back to him and all the lines he had practiced flew out of his head.

Instead, he just fell to his knees, prostrating, tears already threatening to fall down his face. He had never been an honorable man. “Sebastian! Get up!”

“I will do anything you ask me to,” The feel of her touch made his skin tingle. After months of not even catching your eyes or hearing your voice and it was more than worth it to suffer through all this humiliation just for this moment. Even if you may never forgive him at least he could apologize. He’ll have a better last moment with you than your fight. “I’ll win the games. I’ll quit. I’ll drop out of Hogwarts if that’s what you want just, please … forgive me.”

He felt your arms wrap around him but he was too distraught, barely comprehending that you had somehow pulled him back into the room until the two of you fell on the ground and the door of the room slammed shut. Still, he continued sobbing in your arms, his arms wrapped tightly around your waist as he drenched your neck with his anguished tears. “I didn’t mean it. I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”

Sebastian wasn’t playing fair but your forgiveness was a prize he was willing to cheat to earn. There would be no point of honor if he lost you – anyone else but you.

“It wasn’t anything you did. It was me,” he sobbed. “I just – you and Ominis became such incredible people that I realized it was me who had not become anyone. I am a nobody!”

“Sebastian that is just not true –”

“It’s moronic I know! But I just thought … if I could win these games … if I could stop being just myself and be a champion then I can finally earn the spot beside you.”

It was embarrassing to admit all that, the deep insecurities that had festered inside of him the moment he was finally faced with the reality of the world. That he was surround by great people who has and will achieve great things and he was … him. A failure, a murderer, a burden.

“Don’t make me slap you again,” your cold voice woke him up from his self-lashings.

He sniffed, nodding, finally finding the strength and shame to sit up on his knees in front of you. “I … I really am so sorry.”

He pinched his eyes shut, preparing himself for the worst. His nails digging in his palm in an effort to stop it from shaking. However, it took one touch of your palms to break through all his pretenses. “I forgive you.”

He crumbled in relief, jumping into your open arms in a mess of tears, snot, and even more apologies.

“I know, I know,” you shushed him, hands tight even as he soaked your shirt through. “Ominis talked to me and … Sebastian you really are so silly. What do you mean you're a nobody? You're the top student in our year! So much so that all those Ravenclaws have declared you their enemy. You're the greatest beater in our generation that even I have been receiving owls begging me to somehow convince you to play for their team when you graduate! I can't even imagine how many times I would have gotten in trouble or straight-up died if it wasn't for you! I swear you're so fucking daft sometimes!”

He nodded eagerly, taking any jabs you may have if it meant you were talking to him. Even if it was still difficult for him to accept that any of those achievements you dictated could ever surmount to what you had achieved he knew it wasn't smart to try and correct it now when you had just forgiven his transgressions. “Stupid, stupid, boy.”

It was there in that room that your fractured friendship was mended with a bunch of dead flowers and Sebastian’s tears.

To celebrate, you had produced a couple of leftover Hogshead Brew for the two of you to enjoy till you were tipsy enough to forget the past horrible months without each other and were now giggling to each other’s face as if to make up for all the laughs you were owed in the months of silence.

“Lay back down, your eyes are going to be swollen shut.”

He’s been crying so hard for so long that he was too tired to do anything but follow your words, laying at the center of the bed you’ve conjured and sighing at the warm cloth you pressed on his eyes that miraculously stopped the world from spinning.

If he thinks too hard about the shameful faces he had shown you, he fears he’s going to combust, instead he focused on the rake of your nails on his hair, the familiar scent of your perfume he had given to you as a gift for your birthday last year, and the weight of your head as you laid on his stomach while the alcohol coursed through his body.

“You shouldn’t quit.”

He folded the cloth in one eye to take a peek at you. You giggled sweetly, clearly taking the drink harder than him, and gods above did he miss it. His happiness was cut short however when you crawled over the length of his body and instead plopped next to him, your head resting on his outstretched arm.

Physical affection wasn’t new to the two of you – after what you had been through hugs and holding hands were something the two of you found comfort in, a reminder that despite everything, the two of you made it out together – but after a few months without it he was faced with the realization of how unconventionally intimate your friendship truly was.

“Like I said, Ominis explained to me how you’ve been feeling – only another man would ever understand a bruised man’s ego. And if this is what’s going to make you feel better then I will support you till the end.” He turned his head so he can look at your eyes. When you cupped his face he felt his gut curl on itself from adoration. “But make no mistake Sebastian, the two of us have always been equals. We’re kindred spirits, remember?”

Kindred spirits, he thought. He remembers the first time he called the two of you that -- something a little cheeky for the first witch who didn't sneer in disgust at the prospects of his less than favorable past time. The curiosity in your eyes then was one he had seen in his own, even then he had this funny feeling that you were going to get along very well.

If he only knew how right he was, he would've thought he was a prodigy in divination.

A tear once again pebbled at the memory but just as he closed his eyes ready to wipe it away you were already sitting up, throwing the wet cloth and pressing a kiss on the edge of it. Sebastian sucked in a breath, blinking to see you hovering over him now. He’s never seen you this zealous. The passion in your eyes is almost mirroring his own.

It would seem whatever was in that brew had smashed through your inhibitions and his pride as he let you continue peppering kisses all over his face.

“You are very precious to me,” she whispered fondly, her gaze soft, drunk and adoring then it turned dark, an emotion crossed your face that he’d only seen when you had been fighting the meanest of foes. “I’d blow this entire school up before I let any of them think they could take your place in my life.”

Sebastian shuddered, his entire body burning under your gaze.

Leaning over again, you pressed another kiss on his other eyelid. “I won’t allow anyone to take you away from me.”

On his forehead. “And you are not allowed to leave me. I forbid it, Sebastian.”

As pathetic as it was, the words were everything he needed to hear. The possession healing over all his insecurities like a balm.

He has always been a selfish lad. His parents and everything he had ever known were ripped away from him at too early of an age that it made him realize that he needed to protect Anne because she was all he had but even that exploded spectacularly into a tragedy.

And then he met you and finally, finally, he met his person. Someone who was seemingly made just for him. Someone who understood him for all his secrets and flaws and still called him a friend.

However, it would seem that he was cursed of a cruel fate. Because the one person who was supposed to be just his turned out to be the most sought-after witch of their generation with the type of magic that had not been seen in centuries. At first, it didn’t matter, he was confident of his place in your life. But as the two of you grew up, the reality that your position in society were skies apart was when his insecurities began to painfully blossom.

But this … it was nice to be claimed like this. To be able to hear and see the crazed obsession he had only seen in his own reflection be mirrored by the one person he needed it from the most. The whole world can laugh behind his back, it didn’t matter anymore. The most brilliant witch in history is in this bed with him, kissing all his insecurities away and branding him as hers.

He chuckled but was cut short when you pressed a softer kiss just by the edge of his smile. His heart threatened to pound out of his chest, his ears failing to hear anything else but the next words out of your mouth. “Do you understand me, Sebastian?”

It has never been clearer: she is his.

“You are mine.”

With her final words, Sebastian’s brain seems to finally function again. A surge of alcohol and courage caused him to raise his limbs to cup your face, pulling you closer and closer so he could finally do what he had been dreaming about since your first duel.

A kiss. A promise. The final bind that would lock your souls together forevermore.

You gasped, smiling through the kiss before you plopped your entire body on top of his, your body finally getting overwhelmed by the alcohol and all that has happened in the past hours – knocking you straight into a dreamless sleep.

For the first time in a long, long while, he was at peace.

The two of you may never remember this moment but he’ll know it in his soul. In this dim room, surrounded by her scent, and her skin, and her kisses – he has finally found where he belongs and who belonged to him.

He pulled you into him – tighter, closer. It didn’t matter, you were his.

Only his.

“Guess we made up?”

When you woke up Sebastian was already lounging in the ottoman by the end of the bed, casually reading a book while you were crawling towards him with your blanket over your head and suffering through a hangover.

If not for the redness in his eyes you would’ve thought you hallucinated his teary apologies.

He was quick to open up his form, grabbing a decorative pillow for you as you laid down on his lap dramatically. You don’t remember much but you knew enough that the big fight was forgotten and forgiven.

“Guess so, darling,” he chuckled nonchalantly, back to his cool, charming self as if he hadn’t been a crybaby in your arms just yesterday.

‘Darling’? That’s new.

You grinned, letting him pet you. You weren’t complaining, not being friends with Sebastian felt wrong and it was a miracle you stood your ground as hard as you did.

“Aren’t I so gracious, dear?” you teased, poking his stomach to make him flinch. The two of you laughed. “What happened after I popped out that blasted poison from Hogshead?”

When you try to comb through your memories your headache fights back with a vengeance so you had hoped he would supply the blank pages in your mind.

He stared at you for a beat before sighing, looking truly as miffed as you. “I wish I remembered, I’m in the dark as much as you.”

And as much as he knows it was wrong to not try to remember, he also knew he wouldn’t be able to live through the embarrassment of what he might’ve been telling you while he was drunk and emotional again. It was a mistake but he was more than happy to let those blank memories remain blank. What’s important is that you are friends again.

“Let’s focus on the future now, hm? No sense digging through what would definitely be an embarrassing moment for me,” he groaned, pinching your cheeks when you gave him a teasing smile.

You hesitated, biting your lip but then nodded. “If you say so.” It was in the past after all.

Sebastian was glad you let it go. (He will regret this in years to come.)

“Speaking of futures, I had wanted to ask you,” he played with the short strands of your hair, heart full of adoration as he looked down at your face. “Go to the Yule Ball with me? Gotta have a pretty date for this year.”

You dramatically gasped, “The Future Triwizard Champion asking little old me? Also, I was your date last year, scoundrel!”

He burst out laughing, you jumped into his arms, pressing a kiss on his cheeks.

His lips tingled, his head ached as it begged him to remember. But then you flashed him that bright smile and nothing else mattered.

“I would love to.”

The two of you were back to what you had once been. It would just be greedy to ask for more.

Right?

[uhohwhathaveidone]

If you're taking requests, do you think you could please write something for either Sebastian Sallow or Ominis Gaunt? Maybe the reader gets hurt pretty bad while being reckless fighting poachers or something and just a bunch of cute fluff with them all worried. Please and thanks >< ♡

Tip of the day: never run of out Wiggenweld Potions!

Reckless (S.S) (O.G)

I have the Max amount of health potions because ik that if i glitch I'll die so it's always good to stay stocked up. This is rather short, I apologize.

      You huff as you pull the hidden door open, wincing as a sharp pain stabbed into your side. Tears pricked your eyes as you held your side, squeezing through the small opening you made as you entered the Undercroft. Sebastian sat with Ominis on a couch they had conjured up, flipping through the pages of a book as he listened to Ominis talk about what he had overheard from some professors earlier that day. You sighed as you closed the makeshift door, leaning against the wall adjacent to it in an attempt to catch your breath. “Y/n? Is that you?” Sebastian called, not looking up from the book. You let out a small chuckled, wincing as the vibrations irritated your wounds. “Who else would it be, Garreth?” You breathed, raking a few steps forward as you shielded your eyes from the light. Sebastian frowned slightly as he listened to you speak, hearing the strain in your voice.

       “Are you alright?” He asked, turning his head towards you. Ominis turned as well, concern etching onto his face as he listened to your breathing. “Peachy. Just a little tired, I suppose.” You responded, your grip on your side tightening as each step brought a new surge of pain through your body. Sebastian turned to fully look at you now, eyes widening as you smiled slightly, dirt smeared on your face. Blood, too? Ominis frowned, following Sebastian. “You don’t sound fine, Y/n.” Sebastian scoffed as he shook his head, walking over to you. “Fine? You’re covered in…dirt and…is that blood?” You shrugged, wincing. “Blood? What in Merlin’s beard were you doing?” Ominis asked, crossing his arms.

      You were unable to reply, your legs finally giving out as you tumbled to the cobbled ground, hissing in pain. Sebastian quickly dropped to your side, hands shaking as he tried to figure out what was wrong, frowning as his hands quickly became warm with blood. “Ominis! We have some Wiggenweld potions around here somewhere, find them quickly!” Sebastian shouted, putting pressure on your side as you tried to smile. Ominis quickly began to search the room, pushing items aside as he felt around. “What did you do?” Sebastian asked, unsure what else to do as he brought his wand out to add some light, taking a look at your wounds. You chuckled slightly, wiping your face with your sleeve. “Got into it with some poachers. I ran out of potions halfway through, they got some good hits in, that’s for sure.” Sebastian scoffed, noticing the multiple puncture wounds in your side; shallow, yet still dangerous. “Good hits? You’re bleeding out! How could you run out of potions?”

      Ominis shouted in frustration, unable to find anything that even remotely felt like a vial. Sebastian called Ominis over, taking his hands and placing them over your wounds. “Keep pressure there, I’ll go find them.” Sebastian breathed, his voice shaking as he took a glance at his hands, your blood slowly staining his skin just as it was staining Ominis’ now. He quickly stood up, glancing around the room as he searched for the green vials. Ominis stayed by your side, frowning as you shook. “I bet this wasn’t in your plans today, right?” You asked, trying to lighten the mood. Ominis shook his head angrily, biting his lip as he shook. “No, it was not! Are you crazy?” He snapped, causing you to jump slightly. “My apologies, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to yell at you, but you can’t just make small talk when you could die.” You nodded, sighing as another shiver made its way up your spine.

      “Found it!” Sebastian yelled, grabbing a handful of the vials, and rushing over to where you laid, setting you head into his lap so you could drink the healing liquid. You hissed at the sudden movement, frowning as you took one of the vials from Sebastian and chugging it, gagging at the weird taste. A small wave of relief washed over you as the numbness in your legs began to dissipate, the throb in your side, however, unchanging. You placed the empty bottle down as you took another one, eyes tightly shut as your side began to tingle, your more superficial wounds closing up, leaving only the large gash in your side, one you got from a poacher who decided that magic wasn’t enough, and took a broken board and slashed at you with it. You sighed in frustration, dropping another empty potion bottle. “How badly were you hurt?” Sebastian sighed, handing you another potion. You shrugged as you drank the liquid, smiling slightly as the warmth traveled down to the wound, finally sealing it.

      “Pretty bad, apparently. I’ve never had to down three potions before.” You sighed, sitting up with the help of Ominis. The two boys helped you over to the couch, setting you down before waving their wands, getting rid of the blood that covered their hands and your robes, as well as the blood and dirt that covered your face. They took a seat on either side of you, Sebastian sighing as he ran a hand through his hair. “You need to stop trying to add stress into our lives. I can feel the white hairs coming in already.” He chuckled, shaking his head. Ominis scoffed beside you, frowning. “At this rate you’ll be dead in the woods somewhere, and we wouldn’t know until Merlin knows when.” You stretched, your back popping as you let out a content sigh. “That would never happen, Ominis. You’d miss me in the first hour.” “Doubtful. I think I would revel in the quiet for a few hours before thinking of finding you.” You faked a gasp, looking over at Sebastian with a playful smile on your face. “That was rather harsh, don’t you think?” Ominis shook his head as he leaned back, resting against the soft cushions. “What happened, really? How does one casually find themselves in the middle of a fight with poachers?” Sebastian asked, furrowing his brow.

      You took a few moments to explain what happened, mentioning how you hadn’t even meant to stumble upon their camp; just passing through as you explored the woods. You weren’t planning on a fight and tried to hide away before anyone saw you, but you reacted too late and had immediately been cornered, forced to fight your way out. “I think next time you decide that you want to explore the woods, we come with you.” Sebastian stated, resting against you as you scoffed. Ominis nodded, “Agreed, can’t have you dying now, can we?” You chuckled, resting your head on Ominis’ shoulder. “If you can handle it, then of course you can join me.” “Oh, we can handle it, better than you.” “I handle myself very well, thank you very much.” “Clearly.”

[8aji]

100% mulberry silk. // s.s.

pairing. shinichiro sano x reader

wc. 1.8k

tags/cw. MDNI, established relationship, pwp, smut, AFAB reader, oral (fem receiving), fingering, sub-ish!shinichiro, dub-con voyeurism, p in v, reader wears a dress but thats about it really!

a/n. based on a dress i really wanted but did not buy, im still mourning it ngl :,) ya'll should've seen it, it was so silky and beautiful and lovely and and- anyway this is the second or third smut ive ever written so pls be kind TT

m.list ˖ tags ˖ byi/dni

“You look so pretty with it,” he breathed out, letting his forehead rest against yours in a desperate attempt to keep himself upwards. The buttery texture of the silk against his fingers made him gulp. The way the fabric fell down your body, touching your skin in ways he craved to do as well lit a fire inside of him he seemed to be unable to put out. 

You sighed in satisfaction, toes curling in excitement as his calloused hands trailed up your legs, bunching the fabric of your dress until he reached your hips.

His hands were warm, they made you shiver as his thumbs played with the lace on the hem of your underwear. He would pretend to dip his fingers, waiting for you to sigh in relief before pulling away, subjecting you to the same gruelling teasing he was often the victim of.

“Keep it on for me, please.” He begged, words fueled by the unquenchable thirst prompted just by experiencing you.

You bit your lip to hide the whine bubbling in your throat, fervently nodding as his hands ghosted over your panties, teasing your clit by applying gentle pressure with one of his knuckles. “Just be careful with it.”

He hummed in response, whispering a needy thank you before he gave you a quick peck, followed by another and another, pulling giggles from the two of you. 

Time seemed to slow down as you watched him kneel before you, eyes blown with lust and hunger, looking up at you like you were his last meal. 

Once again, you fervently nodded as he wordlessly asked for permission to pull your panties down, nudging your waist with his nose while, once again, playing with the hem. 

He hooked his fingers over the lace, pulling on it and letting go, making you flinch in satisfaction and conjuring another whine from you. Every sound that fell from your lips only served to further his desire, dick hardening inside his pants as he desperately held back the urge to rut against your body. 

Giving a kiss to your clit over the fabric followed by a tentative lick, he basked in the grip you had on his hair. Soft yet commanding, even in the position you were in you guided him wherever you wanted, and he followed with no complaints.

He gave your clothed core one last kiss, gently sucking at the covered nub before peeling the soaked fabric from your skin, with a gentle grip on your calf as he helped you get it completely off. 

“Fuck, you're dripping.” He sighed in contentment, licking his lips as one of his fingers toyed with your entrance, collecting your wetness before sucking on his digit, groaning in delight. “You taste so good.”

Slowly, he gave your pussy another tentative lick, taking his time to savour your arousal and letting it pool on his tongue. Moving upwards, one of his hands kept your hips still, glued against the wall as he sucked on your clit. His other hand made their way back to your entrance, two digits curling upwards the moment they had sunk inside your walls. He let your moans wash over him, basking on the indirect price before speaking 

“You're so good to me,” his breath tickled your sensitive skin, making your hips stutter in his hold. “Can feel you squeezing my fingers”

The closer you pulled him in, the more enjoyment he got out of eating you out, Eagerly lapping at your juices. Feeling the way you desperately rutted against his face, tongue permanently enveloped by the taste of you, with his nose buried against your skin along with his fingers deep inside your cunt; it only made him up his rhythm.

“Shin I–“ your voice cracked, unable to hold back the moan that ripped from your throat. The man kneeling in front of you hummed in acknowledgement, patting the side of your thigh so you could rest his leg over his shoulder. He needed you impossibly closer. “Shin, if you don’t stop, I'm gonna– Aah! Fuck, Shin, you're gonna make me cum.” 

“Cum then.” He mumbled, the sound muffled as he continued with his ministrations, effortlessly licking and sucking, hitting all the right spots as if he had them memorised. “���Need you to cum on my face.”

Your pussy clenched around his fingers at his words and the grip you had on his hair simultaneously tightened. With the leg he had placed/thrown over his shoulder, you pulled him closer, making him groan. 

“I’m–“ you whimpered, interrupting yourself as your mouth went dry, your thighs quivering. Your shoulders sagged against the wall, head lolling to the side as your breath tried to even itself out. His own breathless pants added to the blissful sensation, puffs of air warm against your sensitive clit. 

A lazy smile stretched on your face while you brushed your hand through his messy locks, taking in the sight of his cheek pressing against your inner thigh, skin flushed and overly warm, making a few strands of his hair stick to his forehead. He hummed in satisfaction as he willingly melted at your warmth, like he had been the one tipped over the edged

“That was good right?” He asked, voice buttery and laced with buzzing ease. He looked up at you through lidded doe eyes, the corners of his lips curling upwards into a soft smile. His pretty black orbs glistened along with his puffy lips under the dimmed lights in your bedroom. the more you kept looking at them the more you wanted to get a taste of you directly from his tongue.

You raked your fingers through his hair once again, basking in the way he melted against your touch, before you gently pulled on the strands, motioning him upwards.

Now standing, he rested his forehead against yours and you let the puffs of air leaving his lips caress your skin. His chest rose and fell in tandem with your own heartbeat, and for a moment you swore you could feel his desperation cursing down through your bloodstream.

The neediness he embodied was otherworldly, letting his body speak not through words but through its motions. And it was there, mere inches from a kiss, that you finally let out a previously contained whimper, mumbling ‘so good, you're so good’ with as much need of your own, before the two of you were crashing against each other in a synchronised yet desperate rhythm.

Hands everywhere, scrunching fabric and pulling it off while simultaneously trying to get a hold of every inch of skin available to the touch. The two of you could barely contain the muffled giggles at each other's clumsiness. But You couldn’t help it, just existing so close to Shinichiro felt like another brand of honey-like sweetness you couldn't describe.

He was quick to peel your underwear off your body, helping you step out of the garment before he worked on the zipper of his jeans; the strain of his pants had become too much for him, causing an uncomfortable yet pleasurable friction against his clothed member that almost forced a moan out of him once he pulled them off.

Pearlescent beads of precum dribbled down the reddened tip. He was drooling all for you, and it took all of your willpower not to get down on your knees and clean him up with your tongue. The two of you had other plans for the night, which you were quickly reminded of as he pressed his dick against your bare pussy, letting the tip press against your nub before dragging it downwards to your entrance, over and over again until the two of you were covered in a mess of both of your juices.

“Stop teasing,” you pressured through a shaky breath. By now, your head had settled in the crook of his neck, giving you the perfect view of your bodies sliding against each other. The sight in front of you forced you to swallow down a whimper, shutting your eyes close as the head nudged the hood of your clit.

“I– I can’t–” He panted, cheeks turning darker as he stumbled with the moan brewing inside his throat. “It feels so– so good like this I can’t stop.”

“C’mon Shin,” it was your turn to whine. It was unusual for your boyfriend to lose himself in his own pleasure, preferring to put yours over his any day. But whenever it happened, it was almost like his mind emptied itself until the only prevailing thought was to cum. “You always look so pretty inside of me, don’t you wanna see?”

He nodded desperately, biting down on his bottom lip with enough force to break the supple skin. If it weren’t for you putting pressure against it, you think he would’ve. And to your satisfaction, he let your finger enter his mouth without resistance, pulling you as close as possible before lining up against your entrance. 

At that exact moment he swore he could cum solely from the pressure of his tip being wrapped around your sticky warmth, one of his hands pressing against the wall to keep himself upright. Everything around him felt too good to be real, and for less than a couple of seconds his brain seemed to have deluded itself into believing he was actually dreaming. Almost angelical, you looked so beautiful, so pretty taking his cock inch by inch until he had fully sheathed himself inside. 

You wrapped your leg around his waist at the intrusion, the silky material of the dress scrunching against your waist and adding to the heightened sensation. His whole existence was permeated with a thick layer of want. You could feel it in his touch, his breath, his whimpers. You could feel it sizzling as you left wet kisses behind his ear and down his neck. You could feel it whenever his hips stutter inside of you, fighting against his own will to maintain a constant rhythm.

Nudging his cheek with your nose, you grabbed his face with your hand to keep him steady for a couple of seconds, leaving a couple of pecks on his lips and giggling along with him whenever he tried to sloppily kiss you back. 

“More,” you mumbled, “‘want more.”

And like the good boyfriend he was, he followed through.

Almost like drunk in you, he quickened his pace like his only goal was to make you feel good. Two of his slender fingers made their way towards your clit, ghosting over where you needed them the most and waiting for you to whine before he started rubbing soft circles over it. 

The squelching noises of both your bodies were borderline pornographic; louder and louder with which thrust and groan and whimper. And like you had mentioned, and in spite of the word sounding out of place within the confinements of your shared obscenity, the view of him inside of you was beyond pretty.

Or at least, that’s what Wakasa thought while he fisted his own cock, peering from behind the thin strip that had been left ajar; by mistake or not, he didn’t care, it was all for him to observe.

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[cellythefloshie]

;; Captain's Orders Chapter Eighteen of the Road Wife Series

Table of Contents 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 06 | 07 | 08 | 09 | 10 11  | 12  |  13  | 14 | 15 16 | 17 | 18

Summary: Trying to cope with the pressures of being the second wife, your judgment continues to waver. Kinks & TW: sex work, unprotected sex, rule breaking, creampie, adultery Word Count: 2.3k

Knowing about Ella, and why she left, it should have given you some peace of mind. She had betrayed the team and the relationships that had been founded by the players. Worst of all, she betrayed the wives who trusted her with such responsibility. It was a thought that weighed heavily on your mind during and between your appointments. You wanted to be better than the standard she had set. You wanted to abide by your contract, do your job, while being respected by the wives, because you would honor the agreements made. But that was something easier said than done, especially with the roster of the Tampa Bay Lightning. 

Since your encounter with Ella, and your appointment with Killorn that allowed you to unpack just what exactly had happened to the first wife, your appointments left you on edge. You read each calendar appointment on your phone not once, but twice, and you never overstayed your welcome. You always returned to your room, or your seat on the plane, away from the players you were contracted to serve while on the road. It was isolating in a way, and you often had to remind yourself why you were doing it. You would not destroy a marriage. 

Even after a 0-1 defeat to Detroit that ended in a shoot-out, that was the thought in the back of your mind. Worst of all, the boys would have to play again tomorrow, which meant turning in early for everyone but you. 

You wouldn’t get to sleep just yet, not with an appointment with the Captain in your calendar. 

Mouth wide open with a yawn, you sorted through your suitcase in search of a black teddy his wife had ordered for you to wear on the trip. Or at least, you assumed it had been from his wife. It had just shown up in the mail one day with a card signed S.S. And then the request had been listed in the appointment, approved. 

The snug, figure hugging lace teddy replaced the business-casual attire you had worn to the game, your face contorting as your body shuddered at the realization that the teddy itself was crotchless. The air that filled your hotel room sent you shuttering as you jumped into a pair of tight shorts and shrugged on your oversized team branded sweatshirt. It would cover you up enough to get you down the hall to the captain’s room, even if the crotch of the shorts chafed against your clit with every casual stride you took. 

When you came to his door, you didn’t even need to knock. Stamkos had been waiting on the other side, waiting patiently for your expected arrival. He greeted you with a smile, his hand taking hold of your forearm carefully to guide you inside. It was the beginning of the routine the two of you shared during your appointments. It would start with the gentle touches and the sweet exchange of words as he coaxed you to the bed. But then, the captain never wasted any time with you. 

The two of you always followed the directives set by his wife and stuck strictly to the time constraints given. Which is why it didn’t surprise you when Stamkos guided you to the comfort of the hotel room bed. The barely disturbed blankets sunk around your knees as you crawled up the length of the bed and into the captain’s lap. You could feel the heat of his body radiating against the inside of your thighs, and the stiffness of his cock pressing up against you before you could really even touch him–and you smirked. He was always so eager, so ready, as his hands brushed over your body. It wasn’t a featherlight touch. He wanted you to feel his palms and his fingers and their warm touch as they wrinkled your clothes and dripped down into your shorts and your panties. 

The weight of his touch sent your skin blazing hot as he dipped deeper and deeper until his fingers pressed into your clit and began to trace over your sensitivity in slow, teasing circles. And Stamkos watched you there, your breathing becoming needy and shallow with his every rotation. He watched as your face softened and your eyes fluttered, completely and utterly enthralled by taking his time with you. 

It left your head light and spinning, your hips angling into his touch just to try to feel more of him. Your chest heaved with desperation, and you knew he must feel how wet you were as it puddled in your panties. His knuckles grazed against them with each deliberate motion - but you only drew a real response from him when you were left whimpering with need. 

“I want to try something different with you today, would you like that?” he breathed his hot words against your throat, and punctuated his question with a sloppy open-mouthed kiss. 

At that moment, you were ready to beg him. Your mind was foggy with need, your core already near pulsing with pleasure. You would say yes to anything. 

“What are the Captain’s Orders?”

With his free hand, Stamkos reached up and pinched your chin between his thumb and finger. He opened up your neck and placed gentle kisses against the sensitive skin slowly. And it was there, his hot breath washing over his skin, that he whispered, “A little roleplay?”

Your heart skipped as your curiosity peaked. “Oh?”

“Don’t worry, you’ve been doing so well already,” his praise sent a wave of heat through your body, your core clenching as he continued, “you’ve been such a good wife for me, but I think it’s time for another wifely duty. I’m going to fuck a baby right into you.”

Your throat went weak, and your lips parted in a desperate gasp as you tried to find any words to say, but you could only manage one. “Steven.” 

It felt foreign to have his name slip from between your lips. It had always been captain or Stamkos. You had never spoken his first name. It kept things distant, professional, but suddenly it all was so personal. 

You knew the rules, the terms and conditions set by his wife. The ones he wanted to ignore, the rules he wanted to break. It left your stomach knotted, your throat weak, so close to falling into illness because you knew why he was asking. You bent the rules for Tony and for Ross. And hadn't been shy about it. He knew. The whole team knew. And now he wanted you to break them for him. 

Captain's orders. 

“I signed a contract,” your words were breathy as you turned to face him, “and your wife-”

“Would never know. I won’t tell her, would you?”

You should have gotten up and left the room the moment those words left his mouth. The phone with all of your appointments should be in your hands as you texted an update to his wife about what he had asked you to do. Yet, you lay frozen in the bed, your eyes fixated on Stamkos as he waited for you to answer his request. 

His hands stroked over the soft lace of the teddy slowly, your head spinning at the touch as you tried to find the logic of it all. You wanted to say no, you should decline him, but…

Every precaution you could take to avoid pregnancy was taken. You had attended all the medical appointments made by the wives to assure of that too. And if anyone was going to get you pregnant, it would have been Ross because the two of you had never been careful. And those factors shouldn't have mattered. But they nagged at the back of your mind so loudly you could not ignore. 

The room felt suffocating around you, the weight of the decision heavy on your chest as you fisted at the thin fabric of Stamkos’ shirt. You felt his warmth, his body, and you let it ground you, coaxing your first calm breath in what felt like minutes as you faced what felt like an inevitable outcome: no matter what you did, you could be fired. 

The playoffs were only 15 days away. 

The boys needed you. Their wife. 

There was only one thing you could do. 

With your fingers still coiled around his shirt. You pulled it up over his head slowly. His arms raised, letting the fabric slide down his to slip from his fingertips. And in the seconds it concealed his face from you, his expression softened as if he were on the verge of melting under your touch. His hair left tousled, falling into his heavy lidded stare as you tossed his shirt onto the floor. Then came the warmth of his lips, stealing your breath as you mumbled your words against the pressure of his kiss. “Put a baby in me, Steven.”

Your name was a low growl, barely audible on his lips, as he leaned and pressed his lips to yours in a kiss unlike any other he had given you before. It was more than just a kiss, something quick and heated to get his cock hard and your panties wet. Stamkos had one handle cradling your jaw as he kissed you deeply, passionately, his tongue sweeping inside your mouth to taste you as if it were the very first time. It makes your heart race and your brain foggy as his hands explored your curves and worked his hockey toned body from the constraints of his own clothes while he left you in the pretty lingerie. 

It was only as you felt the tip of his cock crest against your core that just what was happening hit you in a tornado of a thought. Stamkos wasn’t just fucking you bare, he was making love to you. His every touch was a deliberate caress, his every kiss left you breathless and shuttering, and it all made it too difficult not to react. 

Your body came to wind around him so effortlessly. Your thighs hitch around his hips, your ankles hooking at the back of his thighs and pressing down so carefully. The pressure left him groaning against your flesh, the thrust that followed deeper, harder than the last. Each impact of his hips on your own left you shifting across the bed, your hands having to reach up to brace yourself against the headboard to keep yourself from smacking your head into it. 

Panting, you focused on the cold surface of the headboard against your sweaty palms. The muscles in your arms ached, and your heart thundered deep in your chest - faster and faster as your cunt throbbed around his cock. 

And then you felt it. The twitch of his cock and the flood of his cum inside you. It was a warm wave that filled you. One that you felt in the depths of your belly even as he unsheathed his cock from the embrace of your cunt. With your face still red hot with the heat of your orgasm, and the weight of Stamkos’ body from you, you rolled over and gathered your clothes. With each of your movements rushed and clumsy, you practically stumbled from the bed as you jumped into your shorts – but not even their tight fabric could distract you from the feeling of his cum beginning to spill from your core. 

It left your heart pounding loud in your ears, and you could feel it pulsing throughout your body as you moved for the door. It was there Stamkos stopped you, his hand on your arm to stop you from leaving. You didn't know if he had said anything before that moment. If he had, you didn't hear it. But you looked up at him with a smile and heard his gentle words. 

“Take this before morning,” Stamkos said, his words far from a suggestion as his hand found yours. In your palm, he dropped a small pill pocket. Your fist wrapped around it tightly. 

You could only nod, your voice too weak to find even a single word before you slipped out the door. Gripping the pill even tighter, so tight your nails dug into the flesh of your palms. You could not drop it, you couldn't risk anyone else seeing it. No one could know what had just happened. 

Not even Cirelli, who stood in the doorway of his hotel room, waiting so patiently for you to be done with the Captain as he had so many times before. But you couldn't risk seeing him, not tonight. 

You shook your head slowly and paired your subtle, silent rejection with a yawn. Maybe then he would believe that you were just too tired. Maybe then he wouldn't become suspicious. 

And he doesn't question it as you walk right past him and disappear into your own hotel room. Standing there with your back pressed to the door, you opened your palm and stared down on the tiny morning-after pill in your hand. It and the feeling of his hot cum pooling in your shorts left your stomach knotted. And with that feeling, you didn't have to think twice. You opened the pill pocket with gentle pressure, releasing it into your hand before you brought it to your mouth and swallowed it back without water, without anything but guilt. 

Even hours later, as you lay in bed with sleep refusing to take you, you swore you could still feel it there. A heavy lump in your throat, an aching reminder of the rules that you had broken. And there, as you wrapped your arms around your pillow and squeezed it tight, you decided you could never let something like that happen again. 

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[spacefrontier]

Cygnus NG-21 S.S. Francis R. 'Dick' Scobee', carrying over 8,000 pounds of supplies and experiments, has successfully been berthed to the International Space Station.

Despite a low pressure state in the Cygnus engine preventing two orbit raising burns early in the mission, Northrup Grumman engineers were able to work out new burn and trajectory plans, enabling Cygnus to rendezvous with the International Space Station at the originally scheduled time.

At 3:11 a.m. EDT on August 6, 2024, astronaut Matt Dominick captured the spacecraft with the International Space Station's Canadarm2, with berthing completed remotely by engineers at the Johnson Space Center's Mission Control Center at 5:33 a.m. EDT.

Cygnus will remain at the space station until January, where it will dispose of thousands of pounds by burning up in Earth's atmosphere during re-entry.

NASA 1, 2

[yourlazykitkat]

Oh ho ho - don’t you know bad girls get extra special presents? 🎁

I would love to hear more about your cheeky little headcanon…

~ S.S. 💋

sexy santa, you really do know how to make a girl feel loved. absolutely no pressure to do this btw, im just jumping at the first chance to let this brainrot out of my brain so I may finally have some peace. (im been thinking about it for a year) Also, i loved being surprised and well, sexy santa knows best 😳

okay so the delusion is based off this type of photography where the shadow is different from the subject (enter stage, daddy azriel's shadows)

okay so imagine this, azriel and eris are beating the ever-loving shit out of each other. Whether it's sparring or an argument gone too far, it's all an excuse to touch. Azriel is fully in deniel about his feelings, he just knows he can't get enough of Eris and hates himself for it. their faces are so close, Eris's breath is always so warm and Azriel is going crazy with how fucking loud his heartbeat it. He has Eris' blood in his mouth and his hand pulling at red hair (why is so silky, what a lovely red). And then, Azriel looks at the eyes of a man he hates and oh isn't he just the most beautiful thing ever.

Then Az quickly turns away, too scared to confront what Eris, fighting for himself, makes him feel. He turns, but he makes the mistake of turning to his shadows. They're innocently (they know exactly what they're doing) doing what shadows do, project the silhouette of those in the sun but when Azriel so close to Eris like this, they look like a pair of lovers, kissing in the sun. Suddenly they arent rivals or reluctant allies, they aren't the Autumn heir and Shadowsinger who hates each other.

Eris gets a jump on Azriel, snapping at him for going easy on him. But now Eris is on top of him, his skin burning, and Azriel has to stop thinking about how much he likes that, how much he doesn't like what they actually are- two people who can never be.

well that was therapeutic, thank you for this. tell me about some of your ideas sexy santa <3

[trulybetty]

Sunday Week In Review XVI & 2023 Wrapped

I feel like 2023 just started five minutes ago, am I the only one who feels like this year as passed by quickly but at the same time dragged its heels?

I've seen so many lovely end of year close out posts and years in review. I toyed with how I wanted to close out the year and what I could say that could sum it up sufficiently.

Betty rambles under the cut with this weeks reads if you're interested...

2023 has been a weird year if I'm entirely honest and somewhat isolating. I returned from mat leave, back to working from home, and having to scramble to make adjustments when things fell through. Which resulted in Mr. Truly and I working opposite shifts to ensure the S.S. Truly stayed afloat.

But during the last six months somehow I made it back to Tumblr, to an old account from way back when - pre-dating when the Canucks made it to game seven kinda old - I blew off the dust, cleaned house and made myself a little space. I still don't know 100% how it all happened, though I think it started with the Reddit forum.

You don't need to know the whole spiel about Pedro, because while we're here because of him, it's the community that holds us here. After floating and not really knowing what I was doing, I started to make connections within this community and finding a seat at the table (we'll come back to that) and I found joy again. I'd kinda lost myself in the fog that is half a dozen other titles/roles others looked to me as that had replaced just Betty.

I started writing, hadn't done that in years. I rekindled by love for graphic design, what I went to school for. I was reading books again, as well as so many great fanfics here. I even bought poetry books, something I hadn't done since I don't know when.

I've been really fortunate in my experience that I've encountered so many wonderful people. I may not get to be as social as I'd like to be, and I still have a fear of dropping into DM's & Asks unannounced. I have the shittest memory, if I don't keep a tab open or reply straight away it's sometimes days or weeks before I remember again. But I really hope that I've returned in kind what others have given me because I'd hate for anyone to feel like they don't belong here, because you do.

This community is a table (told you I'd come back) and it's size is immeasurable. It has no bounds and there's always room for whatever kind of chair you pull up and if you don't have one? We'll find one. Need to leave for a while? We'll save your seat. This my friends is a community, and if you're met with those who tell you the table is full, I'm telling you now, they're not a part of it.

Are there going to be those with more notes? Yes. Are there going to be people you're going to compare your writing to? Yes. Are you going to maybe want to pack it all in and delete your masterlist now and then? Yes.

But none of that takes away anything that makes you, you and what you bring to the table.

Life is hard enough without the added pressure of thinking you need to score imaginary internet points with stats and metrics that carry no value. I wish I knew the magic formula, because I'm still trying to figure it out myself, but let's try and be kinder to ourselves eh?

But I'm really going into 2024 with the goal of curating my own joy - whether it be indulging in the fanfics I want to write and read, more obnoxious coffees, a new fountain pen, giving myself permission to buy the fancy notebook, get back to baking or binging both seasons of Julia and pretending I can make one of her recipes.

So to sum it up, before this goes into a further incoherent ramble, this year has been about reaching out, starting connections and building something meaningful. I've met some amazing people that I am lucky to call friends and without their kindness and extending a seat at the table I'm not sure I'd still be around these parts.

Here's to more of that in 2024 - while I'm not always the best at replying to messages, my DM's and Ask's are always open, feel free to drop in at any time 💕

Pedro Tax™️ for your time...

T R U L Y  U P D A T E S . . .

December x 500 is complete-ish? Thanks to being sick towards the end of the month there's three entries missing, but I'm hoping to sneak them in during the new year! I'm looking forward to a quieter writing schedule that's for sure!

W H A T  I  R E A D . . . Didn't read as much as I wanted to this week - but I'm off this next week, so hoping to do a little more and get through some of my TBR list!

All I Want for Christmas (Frankie) by @morallyinept This was a delightful festive meet-cute that had me on the edge of my seat and also explores the character of Frankie and the ramifications of his actions on his friendships and his ex. 

All I Want (Will Miller) by @laurfilijames This was a bittersweet one-shot that touched on the idea that the festive season isn’t always for everyone and that you never know what’s going on with someone. 

I Put My Book Down to Be Here (Dieter) by @frenchiereading My first New Year’s Eve fic I’ve read this season and it’s so sweet and has a soft Dieter (my fave), who is still his chaotic self! I loved this from start to finish and such a great meet-cute!

Had Me Fooled (Dave) by @wildemaven Heidi has done such an amazing job with this mini series that can be read as a standalone or as a series. I love a soft Dave and Heidi does it so well. This last one had my toes curling in all their romantic glory and I will be revisiting this series again I'm sure!

Reunions (The Thief) by @ladamedusoif I'm behind on Rose's December prompts, but this was the steamy follow up to My Kiss, Only For You (go read that first, no seriously, go read it) and it was so delectable and my greedy self hopes we see these two again in the future.

Cookies (Tim) by @ladamedusoif Speaking of delicious things, this was as indulgent and sweet as the cookies made in this fic. Tim was one of the characters I didn't see becoming such a favourite this year - but I love seeing everyone's interpretation of him. This one here? In my top ranked versions 🫠

So here's to 2024!

Thank you for every interaction, reblog, or tag - every single one is held clutched to my heart in appreciation every time!

Stay safe, and whatever you're doing or wherever you are sending you much love!

[xx-midnight-candy-goblin-xx]

Jackson's Diary Headcanons

Because I saw someone else post theirs so now I wanna post mine :P But also some of these things are just canon lol

Jackson: Transmasc, He/him, maybe bipolar?? bisexual preference to femmes (i'm totally not projecting onto him), helps Carol bake sometimes, reads the newspaper like an old man (got the habit from Frank), secretly likes gossiping with Ronald on occasion, spends most of his weekends doing homework or reading comics, zodiac is Taurus,

Exer: Genderfluid, unlabeled (canon) with a preference to boys, autistic, music is LIFE, literally cannot do chores unless music is playing, would listen to Fallout Boy and Imagine Dragons, from Jamaica

Pamela: cis she/her, bisexual, has an undercut because her hair is more manageable that way, had a crush on Brenda at some point, sometimes gets Spanish and English grammar mixed up, her parents have English as a second language so she and Marco have to translate for them sometimes, Dia de los Muertos goes hard 🔥, visits family in Mexico whenever she can (Marco usually takes her because of complications with her parents not being American citizens), knows some traditional dances that her mom taught her, would read the A Good Girl's Guide to Murder series,

David: bisexual (canon) no preference, cis he/him (canon), ADHD, randomly really good at swimming, still steals Exer's sweaters often, would listen to Canon Gray (is it gray or grey?? also hello kitty I know I just summoned you here by saying "conan"), knows how to sew, has small flecks of gray in his eyes, is of German and Irish heritage

Brenda: unlabeled , she/it because yes, models Jolie's clothes, had a crush on Pamela at some point, EXTREMELY good at basically every sport in the history of ever, if "looks like a cinnamon roll could kill you" was a person, ADHD, would listen to Chappell Roan, is of German and Irish heritage,

Ronald: queer, ace (canon), all pronouns and neopronouns but prefers he/she, looks like he could kill you but is a cinnamon roll, treats Jackson like a brother, writes to his mother and sister(s) in Russia often, she absolutely amazing with kids and animals, has the patience of a god, has weekly gossip sessions with nearly all of her friends

Ken: *cracks knuckles*, he/they/it, pansexual, autistic and ADHD, totally has a thing for redheads, sensory issues. thought he was gay for a solid two years before realizing he was pan, they love reading fantasy, favorite animal is a dragon because why wouldn't it be?, fluent in Japanese but only knows how to read Hiragana and Katakana, not Kanji though, loves drawing hates painting, love/hate relationship with pottery, may or may not have the tiniest crush on Jackson, questioned if they had a crush on Jolie (they didn't), would marry Jolie for tax purposes though, has good grades because of pressure from his parents (his grades in ELA and S.S. could be much better though), has MANY inside jokes with its siblings, would listen to Imagine Dragons and AViVA, knows some Eisa dances (Search "mirukumunari" on YouTube, it's one of my favorite Eisa dances), would read Wings of Fire as an elementary school student,

Jolie: demigirl she/they, sapphic, would listen to Girl in Red, loves being crafty, WILL BECOME FAMOUS FOR HER CLOTHING DESIGNS BECAUSE I DO NOT WANT ANOTHER GENIUS WOMAN OF COLOR TO BE FORGOTTEN TO TIME AND DESPAIR, became/will become a big advocate for queer rights and poc rights, took over the cafe once her mom died/retired, Brenda and Ken model clothes for her often, also Jamaican (or from the Bahamas? hmmmmm), very neat and organized and has a calendar that has the rest of her senior year planned out to nearly the exact minute of everything, models her own clothes as well, does photography as a hobby

Timothy: Transmasc he/him (canon), dyed his hair red, writes/draws comic books (Jackson proof reads them like the nerd he is), babysits often, chills in the library at school whenever he can, knows American Sign Language and how to read lips (might be canon?), would've read Warrior Cats, can hold basic conversations in Russian

I might edit this later idk

[mellowstrawberryanchor]

hey I'm S.S i just wanted to ask about this guy I've recently started seeing, he doesn't like labels so we're keeping it very casual and lowkey so what does the future look like with him because I've asked him about this and he said to see where it goes ,if it's meant to be it would be . i think he likes me but he's heartbroken from before so hesitant.

thankyou for answering with your precious time.

Hey dear, he’s attracted to you and likes you but he’s not the type willing to commit anytime soon. He could be inconsistent and have other options too. He’s not ready or willing to commit, also very unsure that’s why he said he wants to see where things go. He’s not ready for anything serious, for now he wants to have his fun. He might even be avoiding discussing anything related to that. I’ll advise not to pressure him into commiting cause it could cause problems. It’s looking uncertain as of now and might be for a while. He could eventually commit, but you would need to be very patient and understanding for an happy outcome.

[nefarious-nightjar]

the lovely @victoriancryptid has tagged me to make a poll of which of five albums fits my vibe the best! This is going to be fun, so thank you so much for tagging me bestie!!

i'll be tagging @skydog64, @koregoddessofspringwriting, @vampyriix, @chaoswithcausation, @ricardian-werewolf and anyone else who wants to do this! no pressure if i tagged you by the way :) <3

[randomsebs]

Blind items about S.S and A.W (Part 1)

An A-list actor who is currently in a PR relationship with a z-list/noname actress, is having trouble with his real-life partner owing to this stunt. His real-life partner wants this stunt to end immediately but others don't let this happen! This handsome fella feels too much pressure on his shoulders! He dislikes his stunt girlfriend, plus can’t stand her, he doesn’t want to lose his real-life partner, still and all he can’t get rid of this paperwork! Acc hearsay, he’s having health problems due to high stress! https://www.crazydaysandnights.net/2023/05/blind-item-6-reader-blind.html

I have made it a point in the past to remind everyone that the relationships of the alliterate foreign born A list actor only last 18 months. No longer and no shorter. He broke up with his most recent girlfriend last month. How long did they date? 18 months. https://www.crazydaysandnights.net/2023/12/blind-items-revealed-3_31.html

This foreign born alliterate A list actor generally has an 18 month time limit with any woman he sees. The current girlfriend is trying anything she can to extend the deadline, but the clock is ticking. https://www.crazydaysandnights.net/2023/05/blind-item-4_16.html

Omg!! Thank you so much for this.

I hope people can read this and believe it for the truth.

[tabswrites]

7 Snippets, 7 People

Tagged by @writernopal here! Thanks, Nopal 💜

Tagging (no pressure, as always!): @theroseempress @writinglittlebeasts @hd-literature @j-1173 @clairelsonao3 @gummybugg

Silver Sentinels tag list (please ask to be added/removed!): @outpost51

Silver Sentinels, Ch. 3

Adrin gave the girl an encouraging smile as she set down a pail of water and a folded piece of linen beside him. “Just tell me what you can remember.” Before she could set the bottle down, Davis snatched the spirits out of her hand, causing her to jump back. Adrin felt a surge of annoyance rise up inside of him as he watched the man take a long sip with his free hand.

“All I know is, Henrietta was talking to her one moment and the next that crazy bitch was attacking me!” he exclaimed, wiping drops of liquid out of his beard.

Henrietta stiffened at his words. “It was a misunderstanding.” she said, so softly Adrin had to lean towards her to hear.

“How so?” he asked.

“She thought he was trying to hurt me-”

Davis slammed his good hand onto the table. “Hush, girl!”

“Hang on,” Adrin squeezed the injured hand as a small warning. “Do you mean to say the exile was protecting you?”

Henrietta opened and closed her mouth, eyes darting between her parents. The tension in the room was stifling. Adrin found himself unable to speak as he considered how to proceed. They hadn’t covered how to mediate uncomfortable family meetings in guard training.

S.S, Ch. 3

An older guard close to his father’s age saluted the captain from his post at the end of the hall and stepped aside to let them through.

The interrogation room was a cold, uninviting place made of four solid granite walls. The only light came from the two torches hung on either side of the door–Adrin supposed there was no need for comfort in a room so few ever saw.

He guided Henrietta towards the table and pulled out a chair. She sat down slowly, her dark brown eyes reminding him of a frightened doe as they wandered around the room. He joined Hollowar on the other side of the table.

“Why was Mara Wilkes at your home, Miss Rameau?” The captain placed her arms on either side of the chair and straightened her posture, staring down at the girl with a thinly veiled look of displeasure.

Henrietta swallowed, shifting in her seat. “I’m not sure, ma’am.” she squeaked. Her hand drifted up to her hair and tugged at a random curl. “She arrived shortly after sunrise, asking me to deliver something for her.”

S.S, Ch. 3

“Ramsby, escort Miss Rameau to a cell.”

Adrin stopped his pacing and spun to face her, his cape whipping around with him. “Captain, is that necessary?” His heart ached at the sight of Henrietta’s small frame slumped over the table. There was something so honest about her, a natural sense of freedom in the way she expressed her emotions. It reminded him of Sophie, he realized. “Look at her. She’s hardly a threat.”

“That is not your decision to make.” Hollowar growled in response. “Let’s go.”

Adrin was left with no choice but to obey, glancing down at the bracelet on his wrist. Nothing about the situation felt right, but he figured couldn’t do a thing for Henrietta if he was in a cell, and he was already in shackles, so to speak. He followed the captain back to the main hallway and through a heavy set of wooden doors.

S.S, Ch. 4 (whaaat? Chapter 4 already? Go me!)

The still of the silence revived her. Mara opened her eyes to a clear blue sky and exhaled, knowing she had once again evaded death. As she sat up and looked around, she wondered if it might be too early to celebrate.

Ascension, Ch. 2

Callie opened her eyes to a sky full of stars, a peculiar observation due to the fact that she was indoors.

It had been just over a week since her brother had left, the same amount of time he had spent working on her parting gift. The mural covered the entire space over her bed. It had a background of the deepest blue and tiny stars in glistening gold.

Kiran had traded a quarter of his cattle for the paints, insisting it was worth it. She was still very cross with him for leaving in the first place—they hadn’t been apart for more than a day since he had arrived in Atharis ten years prior.

“Oh, come on Callie,” he implored her with a taunting grin. “We’ve shared the same air for most of our lives. Could you settle for sharing the stars?”

Ascension, Ch. 2

“Ah, Your Highness!” Duke Overly exclaimed, clapping his hands together as she appeared. “So kind of you to finally join us.” He took an agonizingly slow sip of ale.

Callie curtsied to her father before turning her focus to the duke. “It takes time to be presentable in accordance with the court’s impeccable standards.” she replied with a beaming smile. “Perhaps if the court would reconsider my request to wear less formal clothing from time to time, my morning routine could be considerably shorter.”

Ascension, Ch. 2

News from the border was never good. It usually meant Aleksander had grown bored once again, and was starting an even more infuriating game with them. Kiran had mentioned just before he departed that Atharis was reaching its limit, and their father was uncertain about how to proceed. One thing was clear—they could not survive another escalation.

[my-timing-is-digital]

❝ i knew you had heart. ❞ - Tasha!

The 11-year-old boy, and sole survivor of the S.S. Vico, had insisted on subjecting the Commander to another of his rather meticulous interrogations relative to androidness. Comparatively, the teenager was rather profound for his age, his follow-up questions and comprehension of discipline-specific technical terminology were truly commendable — the android was positive that Timothy would make a fine cyberneticist, or a Starfleet officer should he opt to pursue a career in Starfleet. In turn, Data distributed the desired information, implementing frequent pauses of approximately 50 seconds in-between his answer and a potential elucidation, allowing the boy to process the intricately structured semantics prior to babbling on about his artificial properties.

In the course of a week, the two had spent a considerable amount of time in each other’s company, and while Counsellor Troi advised him on the multitudinous methods to aid Timothy to reconnect with his humanity through becoming artificial, Data advised Timothy on how to establish a semi-authentic approximation of a synthetic being, such as himself. The relatively novel friendship which they managed to construct in record time, had a significant impact on the android’s life, even on a personal level. When he had initially accepted the responsibility that was, quite unceremoniously, bestowed upon him, he had regarded it as a minor objective, one he could easily juggle alongside his regular duties, but he had vastly underestimated the complexity of the adolescent’s grief and the form in which it manifested itself. Regardless of the additional workload, the android had grown accustomed to having the boy around, and he had even begun to anticipate his presence when they were apart.

It was almost 1800 hours, and as Data escorted Timothy to Counsellor Troi’s office, he noted that his small friend, and fellow android, had grown progressively quieter en route. Perhaps it was because his sessions with the Counsellor prohibited him from fully adopting his android persona as he did whenever he was in Data’s presence. Perhaps the inundation of emotions impeded his supposed “emotionless” disposition. Either way, Data had taken cognisance of the perceptible alteration in the teenager’s behaviour, and when they turned around the corner, Timothy’s small hand grasped his for solace, support, or an amalgamation of both, affirming his suspicions. By the time they became stationary opposite Deanna’s door, Data glanced down at him, tilting his head inquisitively.

‘Are you all right, Timothy?’ he asked, his euphonious voice modulated to operate on a low, unobtrusive volume.

Timothy nodded his head timorously, and spoke but did not make eye-contact.

‘Yes, I am functioning within acceptable parameters,’ he whispered apprehensively.

Silently, Data narrowed his eyes and contemplated his statement sceptically, prior to bobbing his head in acknowledgement and engaging the panel mounted on the wall next to the door. The harmonious chime announced their arrival — there was no going back now, and Timothy was aware of this, for the android’s tactile sensors reported a slight increase in pressure localised around the synthetic skin of his right hand. When the doors disengaged and Deanna emerged from behind, Timothy looked up at him once he had joined the Counsellor.

‘Data? If your duties permit, would you like to... hangout later?’ he asked politely, in his best android monotone.

‘I would like that very much,’ the Commander replied, exchanging a transitory look with Deanna prior to reciprocating Timothy’s wave.

Subsequently, the doors swooshed close again and Data turned to leave in the opposite direction Timothy and he had come from, when a familiar voice emanated from behind him.

“I knew you had a heart.”

An erroneous supposition...

‘Technically, I do not,’ he refuted composedly, his chartreuse eyes darted to Tasha, his pale expression austere and inscrutable. ‘However, I have been configured with a central servo pump, which continuously regulates my hydraulic circulatory systems. It could be perceived as a synthetic variant of an organic heart, for it operates in a similar fashion, although it must be noted that it is in no way a facsimile.’