#star 004

[hvrtbroken]

he swears to everything within him that star cannot be a real person . she can't have been put on this earth , looking like that , doing what she does , and still manage to half-smile all innocent . his heart is in his throat and he's staring at her with such wander and awe that his eyes burn . nico reminds himself to blink . his cock twitches inside of the wet velvet of her mouth and he bites down harshly on his bottom lip to keep from groaning just as star does . she gets so noisy like this . part of him wants to shut her up , the other part wants to see just how loud she can get .

nico's never had someone act so submissive and obedient before . it startles him everyday . he doesn't know what to do with it because he's scared of what he does want and how far he'd be willing to go with star . consistently , he has to try and reel himself back , to breathe , to remember that star is this beautiful woman who says yes more than she says no . IT'S A WONDER THAT HE NOTICES THAT HEL IS TALKING . it's a wonder that he hasn't dropped the phone altogether . his brain feels sluggish and slow . his words sound tight and clipped even to his own ears but helena is none-the-wiser . hel is the perfect match for nico sometimes : he listens , she talks . a lot . he doesn't want to think about her right now , though , not with star hungrily tasting him , allowing him into the depths of her throat . the coiling heat in his belly tightens , causing his legs to tremble once again . he can see star beginning to bob and move along him and it makes him noisily exhale . ' i'm talking too much again , aren't i ? ' hel chirps out , mistaking his exhale for annoyance . nico opens his mouth . then closes it . star is nudging up closer to him , looking desperate and unholy and filthy and he wants her so badly . " no - " he tries to say , but his voice sounds shot even to his own ears . he can't form words . he isn't sure he can speak . all he can feel is star's tongue , lips , mouth , saliva . . . his hand goes to the back of her head and he shoves her deeper , further , unable to stop himself , unable to even think for a second . right there . he wants to groan out the words . " gotta go . " he finally lets out , before throwing the phone onto the ground hastily .

nico's hands stay laced in star's hair . he feels like an animal uncaged . " you tap my thigh twice if you wanna stop , ok ? " he breathes out . he doesn't wait . can't wait , not even for a second longer , before he's holding her head and beginning to roughly fuck into her mouth , sliding in and out at a harsh speed . " keep moaning for me . " his body is tightly wound , words biting like a snake ready to attack . nico's eyes find her , needing to see her like this , on her knees , happy to get ruined .

star. the way he says her name makes her want to smile. bright and easy, reflects the joy in it. but, alas, she can't, not really. not like this. not when she's focused on making him feel good, not when it's meant as a warning that sends a thrill down her spine. star knows she's being loud, knows it's too much. the taste of nico coats her mouth as she swirls her tongue around him. he keeps leaking and she keeps lapping it up which just means she keeps moaning. the feeling overwhelms everything in her — turns her into something dirty and crude. anything of him makes her feel this way. she can't help it. when he's got her this deep in, her usual inhibitions are gone.

she watches him, all giddy and delighted, as he rushes through words. struggles to process the conversation he's having because she's focused on his cock. on the heft of it on her tongue. partly also still surprised that somehow she does this to him, makes him go breathless, makes him react. it never ceases to amaze her that he wants her this much. that somehow they share this intensity. byeol lets out an almost purr when nico's thumb brushes over her cheekbone, takes his instruction to open without missing a beat. obedience is easy for her, even through her efforts to push and tease.

when nico yanks her down, star doesn't resist. lets out a little sound, something between surprise and ecstasy, as she feels the tip of him push into the beginnings of her throat. god. the familiar sensation makes her ache, makes her feel like her gut is rolling with heat. it's euphoric. carefully, she starts bobbing her head along the length of him. slow, purposeful. takes concerted efforts to breathe between the gurgled moans, pushing herself in further with every downward motion. feels his hardness fill her a bit more each time. her brain is fuzzy with nothing and everything all at once. both her hands are on his hips now, fingers pressing tight into his skin. she shifts where she is on her knees and can feel how slick she's getting. star loves it.

[ravensrevcnge]

Closed for @fadedstarsfms | Noah & Adelaide @ White Willow Winery - Movies Beneath the Stars / Victor's, technically

There had been plenty of times that Noah had ventured out to Victor's place when visiting Raven's Peak, whether or not Victor was in town as well. It was touching, though he'd probably never put voice to the thought, to find that Victor had been here at one point or another stashing bottles of wine that he thought Noah and the rest of them would appreciate. Even if their paths hadn't physically crossed.

He was only slightly surprised to find Adelaide amongst the bottles in Victor's personal cellar as he made is way down to find a fresh bottle to waste away a little more time with. He hummed in acknowledgement of her presence as his eyes roamed over to where Victor typically stashed bottles for him. "Great minds think alike, I suppose. But what are you doing down here all by yourself?"

[archivalofsins]

03/05/2024 9:30 PM

Afra: Are these how school uniforms usually look? Milko: Wha-of course not. Have you never seen a school uniform? Afra: I’ve seen them on television. Though I correctly deduced creative liberties were taken. Milko: How exactly did you deduce that? Afra: Simple, everything on television is fake. So, it stands to reason the uniforms are too. Vinya: Everything on tv is fake? Afra: Yes. Milko: Well, yes television series are dramatized and scripted. Then there’s just regular shows made for entertainment meant to just tell the viewer a story.  Those are fake but not everything on tv is fake. Afra: No, it is. Milko: No, it isn’t. There’s the news, documentaries, the history channel. Even children’s cartoons have actual lessons in them that can be applied to real life despite their fabricated premises. Afra: I like cartoons. I watch them all the time. What are the other things you’re talking about though? Milko: You’re kidding right. Afra: No. Vinya: Afra how many channels does your tv have? Afra: Seven, though I’m only allowed to watch three of them. Why? Milko: Oh… Well, do you have the internet? Afra: What’s that? Vinya: . . . Milko: Ah, okay… alright. I apologize. Afra: For what? Milko: I just feel you’re owed one. Afra: Well, thank you. I accept your apology.

Q.04 Where’s the worst place you’ve been?

Afra: In holding. I didn’t like how the people looked at me there.

Q.08 What’s the worst thing that could happen?

Vinya: My dad getting in trouble because I’m not home.

Q.09 What’s the worst thing you could be?

Milko: Impulsive.

Previous Timeline Interactions

[milgrammaintenance]

01/21/25 11:23pm

Mirelle: Are you serious right now? You get back and immediately-

Milko: I-I... I'm sorry.

Mirelle: Tch... It's not the first time you've barfed on my doorstep. So, it's whatever.

Milko: I... i... I'm.

Mirelle: Mm... *sigh* Are you alright?

Milko: !

Mirelle: . . .

Milko: Sorry, sorry just I guh- I'm sorry.

Mirelle: Whoa...

Afra: Hm, what's going on- Is something wrong? Was that Milko? What's that smell...?

Mirelle: Don't worry bout it go back to bed.

Afra: But...

Mirelle: Unless you want to help clean up.

Afra: Ah, I don't mind helping clean. I'm pretty good at it.

Mirelle: That was a rhetorical question go to bed.

Afra: Ah, but-

Mirelle: You know people who stay up late get breakouts more often.

Afra: Ah, really?! But I um I... I'm gonna go check on Milko even if you don't want my help he may need it.

Mirelle: Whatever.

[saburaito]

SABU was never a jedi before joining the inquisitorius, but he did have a name; which is why he didn't adhere to the numbering system of the names in the clan. he started off as a menial worker for them, collecting jedi & sith artifacts alike through the galaxy through means of brute force. it was his ability to collect these items that proved his worth to the GRAND INQUISITOR, which ultimately ended up with him becoming the jedi hunter that he is now.

he has a rocky relationship with the GRAND INQUISITOR due to his insolence, but they cannot deny that he's an adept fighter & of great use to the chancellor. SABU has a deep connection with rage, and bloodlust that makes his connection with the dark side strong. he doesn't take well to praise, nor threats from the chancellor about his current standings. but it is difficult to find companionship among the brothers & sisters of the inquisitorius.

[ofmagiick]

✧･ﾟ ——— ❛ @tapalslegacy | continued from here !

✧･ﾟ ——— ❛   merrin struggled to not smile at cal   ,   at his confusion   .   his actions were endearing   ,   the concern   ,   and puzzling over the meaning of her words   .   maybe they had been a bit confusing   ,   after all   ,   explosions never meant anything good was coming their way   .   she refused to take them back   ,   though   .   not after she ' d put her feelings out there   ,   one way or another   .   now   ,   cal just had to find the meaning   .   and given his problem - solving skills that had gotten them this far   ,   he should figure it out   ,   sooner or later   .

❝   i ' m fine   .   no pain   .   ❞   merrin moved to stand next to him   ,   dark eyes glancing over the horizon in front of them   .   ❝   i think it might be a good idea to make camp   ,   though   .   sunset looks close   ,   and the wilderness hasn ' t been the nicest in the daylight   .   ❞   nodding towards a nearby outcropping of rock   ,   the nightsister hitched her pack higher   ,   before stepping off   .   ❝   that should provide us some nice cover while we sleep   .   no imperial patrols   ,    no skritons   .   just the stars and all this sand   .    ❞   her nose wrinkled as she once more brushed fine grains from the folds of her clothing   ,   callused hands chaffing against the particulates   .   it truly did get everywhere   .

the witch turned her head back to look at him   ,   chin brushing her shoulder as she did   .   ❝   i don ' t think i ever properly thanked you for pulling me from the wreckage of dathomir   .   ❞   she turned her head back towards her destination   ,   intent on not slipping on the shifting sand   .   what a mood - killer that would be   ,   opening her heart to him only to tumble to the ground   .   ❝   i would have rotted with the corpses of my sisters if you hadn ' t stumbled along and showed me how my desire for revenge was eating me from the inside out   ,   like drinking bane back acid   .   so   ,   thank you   ,   cal kestis   ,   for saving me from my ghosts   .   ❞

upon reaching the rocky outcropping   ,   merrin shrugged off her pack   ,   resting for just a moment   .   they ' d need a fire soon   ,   but lingering daylight lit the desert around them well enough   ,   even with the long shadows being cast across it ' s surface   .

[lucreziasredwyne]

who: @garlandhightower​ (semi-flashback thread) where: the solar of garland hightower within the castle of highgarden, prior to everyone’s arrival to highgarden.  when: shortly following omer and garland’s disastrous interaction. 

her skirts swished around the marble on the floor, hands clasped before her before she even entered his chambers - was she nervous? no. yes, quite obviously by the looks of it. by what she had heard, the conversation did not take place entirely well; no, it would have been better if such a conversation had not occurred at all by the sounds of it. two men so stubborn in their pride and their own ego; how was it ever to work? a part of her wonders whether she ought to have been there, to try and defuse the situation - and yet still, she knew some things needed to be settled between the pair of them. 

the lord of oldtown and the fox of brightwater had a history that went far beyond her, far before her. she needed to have some trust in that. 

her own mind had been made up - no doubt to the creeping disappointment of her kin. whilst their relationship was filled with differences, there was no denying what his presence had been in her life; and she could hope that her presence had helped him some regard too. that it was more than the ties of blood and family that made them want to remain in one another’s lives, but it was because they genuinely wanted to. whilst lucrezia was not a ward of house hightower, garland had taken his responsibilities as her eldest male relative seriously. a difficult matter, when she was a ruling lady in her own right. the waters they tread were sometimes murky, clouded in miscommunication and the want to give up - and there were times where their stubbornness only bounced on one another. 

she remained stood in his entrance to his solar for a moment, noting the winding staircase that made it’s way up to his desk where he no doubt would be planted. he would be stressed, and therefore, the books would be piling. “lulu!” came a shrieking voice, and she visibly jumped as she looked up toward where she knew the voice came from. his blasted raven. she wished it would fly itself into the crackling hearth someday. “i am coming upstairs.” she called, her hand on the railing as she lifted the bottom of her skirts, taking the winding spiral staircase up to the part of his solar where he had banished himself. 

she stood at the arch for a moment, hand remaining on the railing of the staircase. whilst it felt as though her chest would burst from how much she wanted to tell him, it felt as though her lips and her eyes had been tainted with a sense of shame and guilt for the way she had destroyed herself to ultimately understand. she did this for the gods, as much as she did this for herself; it was the way to make things right. still, she could tell by the look on his face that he was utterly perplexed. that this had seemingly come from nowhere. 

she should have said something. how could she have said something? she should have said something. “hello.” she spoke, her voice somewhat weary as she looked upon him; both of them looking at one another in the aftermath of what feels like a slap in the face for the lord of oldtown. she wordlessly stepped forward, removing some of the pile of books from his desk, to a space on his desk so they did not teeter and pile. “i wanted to come and see you.” she spoke over the pile of books, continuing to decrease the pile. 

[jrueships]

what is he going through 😭 https://twitter(.)com/iamSauceGardner/status/1625382080480960512?s=20&t=-rHbYJEo5YjZqn-V_tADmQ

Also posting this at 2am on valentines day is crazy

then like 20+ minutes later he's snooping on people like 😭 sauce can we be normal please. for five seconds

[hclluvahctel-a]

Bee tags!

[enjomo-arch]

drops my archive to WISH YOU A HAPPY BIRTHDAY ( or late ) i hope you had tons of cake from another fellow pisces !

oh  shit  dropping  ur  archive  for  me  ?  Serin  beloved.  Seems  we  all  like  fishes. Thank  u  and  ily  !!  Thanks  for  the  time  spent  together  on  dash  and  writings  when  we  tossed  muses  here  and  there  I  always  had  fun.  I  know  ur  having  a  rough  time  now  but  listen  u  got  this  and  I  believe  it'll  end  well.  Cheering  for  you  with  all  my  powers  and  hope  a  lil  flame  will  lighten  up  the  month  for  you  too  after  all

[sw5w]

It Won't Take Master Obi-Wan Long to Find This Bounty Hunter

STAR WARS EPISODE II: Attack of the Clones 00:27:57

[hcrzass]

[  .  .  .  ] the moon and the sun are love and fear: one fades as the other rises.

#HCRZASS ― fandomless portrayal of 𝗚𝗛𝗢𝗦𝗧, gifted mage and healer, based in a world called 𝗘𝗡𝗘𝗕𝗥𝗜𝗦. Since graduating from the 𝗔𝗖𝗔𝗗𝗘𝗠𝗬 𝗢𝗙 𝗠𝗔𝗚𝗜𝗖, he has worked as a healer for the royal family Newmont. Surrounded by secrets about his identity and origins, 𝗚𝗛𝗢𝗦𝗧 tries to break the curse to safe the life of the king. But what if the curse is also part of his own story?

． ． ．fake-vz based roleplay character, low to semi activity, selective, mutuals only. m&pdni ! formerly known as @acedecoeur / open for plotting ( 2/4 ). check out the carrd for informations about ghost and enebris. ger&eng. est. january 2023 / * affiliated with @feuertanz

Der Kirchturm im Herzen der Stadt City of Hearts schlug achtzehn Uhr. Ghost zählte mit. Beschäftigt mit seinen eigenen Gedanken wirbelte er den Bleistift zwischen Finger und Daumen hin und her, das Gesicht verkniffen, die Lippen zusammengepresst. Es war Sommer. Ghost verabscheute den Sommer. Die Hitze, die langen Tage, den Andrang an Besuchern, die die Stadt unsicher machten. Er sehnte den Herbst mit seinen bunten Farben und den kühlen Regentagen herbei. Er bemerkte gar nicht, wie seine Gedanken langsam abdrifteten. Bevor er sich versah, war er wieder bei den Geschehnissen, die sich erst wenige Tage zuvor abgespielt hatten.

In seinen Fingern lag ein Blatt der hiesigen Tageszeitung. „𝙀𝙄𝙉 𝙃𝙀𝙍𝙕 𝘼𝙎𝙎 𝙐𝙉𝙏𝙀𝙍 𝙐𝙉𝙎?“ Die heutige Schlagzeile erregte seine Aufmerksamkeit. Mit zusammengezogenen Augenbrauen fing er an die Zeilen zu überfliegen.

Magierin und Seherin Odeliah, angestellt für die königliche Familie Newmont, berichtet laut verlässlichen Quellen von einer Vision. Schaurig beschreibt sie das, was sie gesehen hat wie folgt: „Es ist ein junger Magier, der zwischen uns lebt. Getrieben von Arroganz und Machtlust stürzt er König Ender von seinem Thron, indem er ihn verflucht und somit seine magische Essenz raubt. Es ist ein abgekartetes Spiel. Ein Spiel, gewoben aus Intrigen und Lügen. Der König wird stürzen und wir mit ihm.“

Ghost schüttelte den Kopf. Den König als verletzlich darzustellen galt als Hochverrat und doch war er sich sicher, dass Odeliah kein Haar gekrümmt werden würde. Sie arbeitete seit Jahrzehnten für die Newmonts. Trotz ihres Alters und der immer wirrer werdenden Visionen vertraute man noch immer auf das, was sie zu sehen glaubte. Doch ein Herz Ass? Das war schlichtweg unmöglich. Ghost hätte bemerkt, wenn in einem der Schüler der magischen Akademie ein solches Potenzial schlummerte. Undenkbar, dass solch eine Macht im Verborgenen blieb, wo sie doch alle darauf geschult wurden sie zu erkennen, um schlimmeres zu verhindern. Dass König Ender allerdings tatsächlich verflucht war, war nicht zu leugnen. Seit Wochen versuchte Ghost eine Lösung für das Problem zu finden. Nichts half. Trotz der Spekulationen war die Tatsache, dass König Ender bereits im Sterben lag, noch nicht veröffentlicht worden. Wenn es nach der Königin ginge, würde das auch niemals geschehen.  

Die Regentschaft des Königs neigte sich dem Ende zu. Ghost wusste, dass Enebris verdammt war sollte Rome den Thron besteigen und doch konnte er es nicht verhindern, wenn er keine Lösung für den Fluch fand. Was also, wenn in der Vision von Odeliah etwas Wahrheit steckte? War das Herz Ass die Lösung aller Probleme? Lag es an Ghost diesen Magier ausfindig und unschädlich zu machen? Diese Fragen quälten ihn nun seit Tagen.

𝗡𝗔𝗩𝗜𝗚𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡: 𝗰���𝗿𝗿𝗱 / 𝗽𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘁 / 𝗲𝗻𝗲𝗯𝗿𝗶𝘀

[archivalofsins]

Lope: This one is a bit hard to get used to. Far too quiet.

Lope's Commencement

Daniel Prisoner 001

Mirelle Prisoner 002

Zareth Prisoner 003

004 - Afra Barnes

Place of Birth: Manhattan, New York

Date of Birth: 06/16/2008

Age: 14

Ethnicity: Afro-Arab

Afra is the relaxed sort. She doesn’t like to rush others into anything. She has a very quiet voice and even quieter footsteps. This causes her to catch the other prisoners and even myself at times off guard. The girl is like a statue. She’s perfected the art of blending into the background. I forgot she was here honestly. For a moment, I thought we only had nine prisoners.

Some Milgram facilities have had less than that, so it’d be no surprise. Instead, this one seems to have issues with sleeping in new places. She awoke upon their arrival startling me as I was doing a head count and came across her sitting quietly in a corner. I know I’m the oddest thing here by a mile but the way she stared blankly stunned me into just staring back. Try to keep an eye out for her.

Prisoner Color: #AED7E9

Permanent Record

N/A

To the guardians of Afra Barnes,

It has come to our attention that you never entered your child into the school system. You have gone on record stating that this is due to Afra being within a home-based private educational program. However, you have not legally established this. If you wish to continue to have your daughter within a home-based private education program, you will have to go through the legal steps necessary to do so. This includes filing an annual statement of enrollment.

You have until October 15, 2024 to fill out this form. We will still maintain our home check up at the stated time.

Best Regards,

XXXXXX  

Reasons for holding.

Loitering, panhandling.

To the guardians of Afra Barnes,

During our last visit Afra was absent from the home. Please make sure she is there to speak with during our next meeting. We have shown great patience and assisted your family in legally pursuing home-based private education. However, the continued absence of Afra is alarming and the fact that you cannot account for her whereabouts undermines your goal of home-based private education.

We recognize that your family puts a great deal of weight on personal freedom and giving Afra the space to experience life as she wishes. However, your lack of oversight borders on negligence. If she is not at home during our next visit, we will have to start pursuing removing her from this environment.

Sincerely,

XXXXXX

[milgrammaintenance]

1/22/25 12:36am

Afra: Milko...? Is that you in there?

Afra: Are you alright? I- I can see you, ya know. Even if it's dark and your curled up like that. I still know it's you... My sight's pretty good in the dark.

Milko: Just leave... Leave...

Afra: . . . You're scared right? I'll sit here until you're feeling better alright?

Milko: ... don't get too close...

Afra: Okay, I'll stay over here. Will this be far enough away?

Milko: Mm...

Afra: Want to talk about it? Wha-what scared you that is?

Milko: No.

Afra: Okay. I heard you got in a lot of trouble helping Nell and you got put in holding and that's why you were gone so long. So, we've both been in holding now! Isn't that neat!

Milko: You have got to have the weirdest idea of neat ever...

Afra: Huh, really? Ah- That's right! Do you want to hear about what happened while you were away?

Milko: ... yeah... I'd like that.

[saburaito]

star wars verse ramblings.

sabu has a ship named b6-76, he never gave it an official name, since it is nothing more than a flier that the EMPIRE had assigned to him. it's a perfect replica of their base ships, equipped with a barrier incase of attacks & blasters on the front of it. he doesn't often use this as a means of combat. he prefers hand to hand.

he dresses the part of a SITH, he finds no shame in being able to be picked out as a member of the empire on first glance. donning himself in DARK ROBES & armor. he wears mostly red & black, very easy to pick out in a crowd with his impressive height. his eyes are adorned with red & black markings.

he doesn't own a blaster, but he has shot one before many times. he has no issue plucking one right out of the clones hands if he feels they aren't making their shots. he is very aggressive towards his own troops, unafraid to yell at them for their own inadequacies. he prefers to use the saberstaff that he was given by his master.

he doesn't have a necessarily positive relationship with his master, the two of them ended contact the moment that he graduated from being a student. he learned much from him, but he believes that he can learn much more from texts & actual combat than he can from someone who orders him around. he's compulsive & unafraid to chase down the enemy when the time comes to it.

incredibly powerful with the force, especially for the task of mindreading. he uses this as a means to tell whether someone is hiding information from him or not. meditation was one of his strongest suits when he was training to be a sith. putting everything out of his mind for the sake of becoming one with the force came naturally to him. however, he doesn't rely solely on this for combat.

his face is his WEAK SPOT, if someone goes for his injuries during a fight, he will recoil. as per his main verse, they never healed properly. he maintains his gravity in a way that he is always protecting his face from people, not wanting them to get a hit off on him there - it will bring him down.

[ofmagiick]

✧･ﾟ ——— ❛ @tapalslegacy . ❪ random asks ! ❫ "Why do you love me? Even if I'm flawed?"

✧･ﾟ ——— ❛   the question made her pause for a moment   ,   mind working for the best way to phrase her answer   .   brows furrowed as she chewed on her lip   ,   concerned equally with getting the right wording as she was what prompted the query   .   ❝   i do not love you because you are perfect   ,   nor do i love you because you are imperfect   .   i love you because you are cal   .   ❞   the words felt insufficient as she turned to face him   ,   one hand reaching out for his own   .   ❝   i   ,   too   ,   am flawed   ,   so why would i hold you to a standard i myself cannot reach   ?   ❞   she moved their joined hands to rest over her heart   ,   her other hand lifting to cup his jaw   .   ❝   i love you for your bravery as much as i love you for your temper   .   your resolve and your fear   ,   your passion and wilfulness   .   i love all that you are   ,   all that makes cal kestis   ❛   cal kestis   ❜   .   if i could look at you and only love parts   ,   then i could not truly love you   .   ❞   deep brown eyes lock with his vibrant green   ,   searching for what insecurity dwelt deep within   .   ❝   i love you because you have taught me how to live again   .   i love you because you inspire me   .   ❞

merrin lifted herself up onto her toes to press a kiss to his nose   .   ❝   i could list reasons why i love you   ,   and this galaxy will burn itself out before i am a tenth of the way through   .   i do not need perfection   ,   cal   ,   i need you   .   i love you   .   ❞   moving her hand to his neck   ,   she gently pulled his head down to her   ,   pressing soft kisses to his cheek and forehead in turn   .   ❝   what brought this on   ,   my love   ?   why would you think your flaws make you less worthy of love   ?   ❞