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Trek into the Woods

read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/49264234 by ShyLeatherMan Once upon a time a man named Jim Kirk warmed the wrong bed. With fear in his heart and the holler of death at his heels he fled into the wood. No one would see him again. Some thought he was finally punished for his loose belt, while others knew the truth--Those who step into the wood only to be lost are the fea folk's forever. Words: 4278, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Star Trek, Star Trek: Alternate Original Series (Movies) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con Categories: M/M Characters: James T. Kirk, Spock (Star Trek), Amanda Grayson, Sarek (Star Trek), Sybok (Star Trek), T'Pring, Stonn (Star Trek), Leonard "Bones" McCoy Relationships: James T. Kirk/Spock Additional Tags: Smut, Rough Sex, Alternate Universe - Fairy Tale, elven Spock, Fea, fairy snatched, Bad BDSM Etiquette, man whore Jim, Dehumanization, Master/Pet, Ownership read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/49264234

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Black Waste-entry 3

Interactive story 1

Before him was the bar. Nostalgia welled up in his chest as his bodies control was seised. His senses overlapped with the past once more as the memory replayed in real time before him with the convienent use of magic.

Mason looked over his shoulder to see a figure. She caught his eyes as a goddess instantly. He turned to inspect the emodiment of grace sitting statuesque and looking down into her drink.

As she caught his gaze, her puffy eyelashes fluttered. She turned to look up at him through her veil of lashes that spread out wide like butterfly wings. The feature drew him into her eyes a second later. The color of the butterfly he envisioned clinging to her was quickly found in her entrancing eyes. A pure raw orange, the pattern of her iris like fresh pulp.

“Hello.” She said, letting her body rock back and forth in adjustment into a comfortable position. The voice made him blush, a deep masculine tone he hadn’t expected.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to stare.” He threw his face down twards his hands on the table that cradled his own drink protectively.

“Don’t.” She made him jump with the athoritative response.

“...?” He glanced back up.

Her eyes glowed and a smile broke out on her perfectly plain lips. Mason felt some form of hope leap up in his unchecked heart.

“Don’t stop.” Her gaze turned a degree more intense as she offered her hand. “My name is Ruby.”

Masons vision swirled in a mess of colors till they rested back onto his kitchen table marred by blood.

“ -that! That’s not what I asked for and you now it! Garfield you dick! How many times do we have to do this till you let me talk to her?” Mason huffed in frustration, anxiety poured layers of tension into his furrowed brow. Going back to the fridge he grabbed another bag of blood, poured it into the bowl with the rest and started over again. He worked late into the night and the results repeated...

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by ShyLeatherMan

What if the story of how the Potters died was true? What if Harry Potter was no one exceptional or special in any way? What if he was all alone, beholden to the Dursley's? Harry Potter was just another Muggle, there was no reason for a future Death Eater like Draco Malfoy to care about him...

Words: 2963, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: M/M

Characters: Marauders (Harry Potter), Weasley Family (Harry Potter), Harry Potter Characters, Death Eater Characters

Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter, Sirius Black/Remus Lupin, Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Good Draco Malfoy, Established Sirius Black/Remus Lupin, Harry Potter is a Muggle, Past Child Abuse, Adoption, Muggle Harry Jungle books the wizarding world, No character bashing, Openly gay Albus Dumbledore, competent adults, Death Eaters are still out there, no beta we die like men

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Photos of an art exhibit that was being made for the upcoming Mammoths and Mastadons Exhibit at the Museum of Arts and Culture in Spokane.

The artist was in the process of sculpting these life-size megafauna as they erupted from the walls, bits of insulation and wood still breaking off of them or forming into their bodies (you can see he was still in the process of putting the outer layers on the giant salmon). He talked with us for a good half hour about his work before we left to see the Egyptian exhibit we’d come for.

(I didn’t get photos of all of them. Behind the camera, a pack of dire wolves is emerging and running around the staircase towards what would eventually be another mammoth or mastadon. The sloth and the salmon were my favorites.)

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Making my Mom’s Christmas present

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Learning to Crochet so I can make mermaid dolls.

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BOO! It's a spooky ghost...

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A Demon who knows how to love themselves.

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A shamelessly rough doodle of a comic about the headless horseman picking his clothes for the day.

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The headless horseman's pumpkin likes to dance up there sometimes...

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