#thank you glo for the feast

[kymsys]

ME WHEN GLO

ive been reading the most beautiful stsg fic called

"Over the Threshold"

by fushiglow and when i tell you this is me while reading it. i meant it, i swear. this is literally me. PLS go read it, its like SO good, i cant. (these text fragments are just different pieces from the chapters, its not a cohesive text.) GO READ IT.

this is the way. i have spoken.

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[badass-at-fandoming]

Fandom: Ikémen Revolution

Pairing: Seth Hyde x gn!Alice x Sirius Oswald

Tags: PWP, Threesome - MM?, Oral Sex, Anal Sex

Thank you to @voltage-vixen and @xxsycamore​ for organizing this event!

Seth chatters in the most pleasant way possible as the three of you walk to the lūʻau. Sirius makes noises at the appropriate moments to indicate he's listening, but his whole gait is awkward. Vibrant green ferns and massive palm trees line the path, and the drumming noise guides you straight to the party.

Though you've been cockblocked twice now, the evening is delicious. While you feast on poi, poke, and kālua puaʻa, hula dancers jump in merriment to the gourd drums. The vivacious chanting is so full of life, it lends you life. Decorated in your white lei, you eagerly chat with Red Army soldiers you've never met before, happily feed others bits of pork and sweet bread, and devour third helpings of coconut-rich haupia. Seth keeps your glass full of summer beer.

When he takes your cup a third time, you follow him to the bar. The little kiosk hosts a roof of dried brown grasses and a full selection of frosty alcohol. You touch Seth's elbow to get his attention, but your question morphs when you spot a red bowl on the bar counter. "What's that?" you point.

Seth doesn't miss a beat. "Ohhhh that ~ ⭐️."

"Condoms," Sirius answers, and you look, surprised, to see him leaning against the bar and nursing a golden saison. "To promote friendship."

Seth and you giggle. Seth teases, "The Queens really thought of everything. Much appreciated."

Sirius grumbles. "You don't have to use them for sex. Fenrir and a bunch of others are making boats out of them and holding a race in the swimming pool."

The Armies really did go all out. You peer in the vast expanse of safe sex equipment and the variety dizzies: glo-in-the-dark, flavored, ribbed. Plus dental dams and lube! Your mind whirls, and clues click into place. "Do you want to have sex?" you blurt out.

Your hand flies to your mouth in shock, but you refuse to retract your statement. Determination colors your cheeks red. Seth laughs, wraps an arm around you, and squeezes you once. "Decided to be honest tonight, hmm. How about it, Sirius? Do you want to end our years of sexual tension?"

His brows furrow. "What are you talking about?"

"You couldn't walk straight earlier, could you? Seeing Alice kiss me caused a little problem, huh. And the way you watched me and Alice through the performance! And then you hung around the bar and chatted with me every time I got up to fetch drinks!" With each sentence, Seth untangles from you and steps closer to Sirius. "A girl gets ideas," he says. The words are cool as he tilts his head and touches Sirius' cheek.

This close, it's impossible to miss how Sirius' eyes flick to Seth's mouth. Then flicks to you and registers your eager nod. Without any more prompting, Sirius kisses Seth.

Smug amusement fills you from your toes to your crown. You knew it! The bartender pointedly turns to you and asks if you'd like anything, like he wants to cut off the part of the night the other men occupy. You ask for a water and sip down the refreshing cold while your partner and your colleague make out. Is this what it looks like when you and Seth kiss? Probably not. You don't have the upper body strength to pick Seth up. Yet.

When the pair come up for air, you pull the linings of their swim trunks and snap 'em against their skin. "Let's go the hotel room," you suggest. "Before we're kicked out."

Sirius' expression is absolutely starstruck. You chug the rest of your water and return the glass. After tipping bartender handsomely, you leave the lūʻau. Seth refuses to be put down. You break out in a run for the joy of it, to feel the work of your muscles, to gasp out laughter. Sirius and Seth follow, captivated as children to a pied piper.

The air in the hotel room is chilly with moonlight. Sirius has to duck to enter the door. Seth finally slides off and kisses you quick, brief: a check in, and you taste taro. After carefully removing everyone's leis and hanging them in the bathroom, you grip huge handfuls of swim trunks and yank them down. Seth steps out and launches himself on the bed. He lands with a woomf of the mattress. "Alice has been waiting all day," he says. "Why don't you sit on my face while Sirius makes love to me?"

"I…" Sirius hesitates. "I haven't been with a man before. How different is it?"

You rush to reassure. "We'll guide you." You stand on your tippy toes and kiss him. Sirius' tongue tastes of bubbles and beer. You kiss-guide him forward, temptation in a swimsuit. Seth retrieves the lube and Sirius pulls a condom out of his pocket. Ha! He really did want this, didn't he? How long has he been waiting?

Slowly, surely, you coach Sirius on opening Seth up. You ensure Sirius finds the prostrate with his fingers. Hitting gold makes Seth groan. "Your fingers," he pants. "They're bigger than Alice's."

"You all hot and bothered, sweetie?" you tease. "Now you know how I've been feeling all day."

Sirius isn't even inside him yet and Seth's eyes are glazed in pleasure. His knife-callused hands strangle the sheets. Your earlier marks brand dark on his skin. You kiss him, suck his tongue, and twist his nipples. "Please," Seth begs.

Surprisingly, it's Sirius who grunts. With all the prep, his cock disappears easy. His eyes widen to saucers. "Wow," he says. "How is it so tight—so hot?"

Adjusting, Seth arches his back. His eyelashes flutter. They're ready. Swinging a leg over, you mount Seth's face and are rewarded with a lick that makes your spine stand at attention.

"Hold my hands," you say. Sirius and you twine fingers. You're tasting his mouth again, nibbling on his lips, as Seth stokes embers. Heat pools and darts within you. Pleasure flows upward through your veins; makes you feel pure, feel golden. Sirius breathes across your skin, and it makes you want to shriek. When he pulls away and thrusts into your partner's body, Seth's nose juts against you. As the rhythm sets, your body receives regular bolts, battery packs; voltaic charges. You spark and scream and Sirius, greedy, swallows the sounds.

Your heart pounds hard in your chest. Vague thoughts of "Maybe Seth needs to breathe" drift through your mind. When you try to crawl on your knees, Seth's hands latch onto your thighs hard enough to bruise. Your huff turns to a moan and he's nuzzling, sucking, licking again, refusing to let gratification die out.

You are the universe in a body. An orgiastic frenzy takes over. Seth's hard cock in your hand—Sirius's pert nipple in your mouth—salty cum on your tongue—Sirius' earth-shaking groan in your ear. Sex, rutting, mating, heat in your nose. Seth and Sirius still going, still intertwining, kissing while you finger yourself.

Later, you throw a collection of condoms in the trash. Sirius borrows a toothbrush. You and Seth: each hold one of Sirius' hands and pull him between you. No covers or blankets so you can cuddle close.

A good night's sleep for all.

[lxiewrites]

Please don’t tell your husband

ao3

“Thank you again, Paladin Keith, we are extremely blessed to have you as our witness—“

Keith made some sort of affirmative noise, the chattering of the diplomat of the Vex region fading into the background as he looked around. His surroundings looked like some sort of twisty purple-pink monstrosity from a Dr. Seuss book.

If he asked to have someone else take over for this job then his eyes wouldn’t be straining from the extra day-glo pink but the planet’s leaders asked for him specifically months ago, and Krolia thought it would give them an extra edge in the coalition negotiations once the planet was reunified.

“—I hope our protection is satisfactory for you, Paladin Keith, though, I am sure one of the greatest heroes of the universe could take care of himself, hoho—“

He wondered how Lance would’ve handled this. He probably would’ve been chatting up a storm and getting the leaders on his side before this trust ritual. Maybe he would’ve been able to avoid it all together. He’s not too sure how he would feel trusting someone not to shoot him in the back after years of being enemies… except for Lance that is. But they weren’t really enemies and they worked it out without actively shooting at each other.

Ugh, he missed him.

“—it’s such a pity the Tnokians forbade the Blue Paladin from coming but what can you do, they’re as trusting as a rejiin, but I’m sure everything will go accordingly, ahaha—“

“I’m sure,” Keith said. Lance really didn’t like Keith going by himself. Quite possibly because the last few missions he got hurt but the planet Venkan was peaceful for centuries even with the divided people. But Keith basked in the attention lathered on him anyway.

“—completely safe. As soon as it’s over we shall host a feast! Un-unless you wish to return to your husband if you prefer—“

“Uh-huh,” Keith murmured, eyes scanning the purple hills for any sign for the Tnokians. The Prime Vex was right, the faster they started the faster he could go.

Keith didn’t know much about the planet’s time but he was pretty sure they were late. It’s just been him, the Vex’s leader, and five Vexian guards standing on a stupid purple hill for at least ten doobashes past the agreed time.

He looked to the Prime Vex, who looked like a blob of yellow jello with a bulbous nose and beady eyes squeezed into some sort of formal attire. He cut off the nervous rambling of the Vexian. “Excuse me, Prime Vex but shouldn’t they be here already?”

The Prime Vex’s nose quivered, Keith still hadn’t decided if it was also his mouth or if his mouth was just hidden somewhere. “Ah, Tnokians are always late. It would be a surprise if they ever arrived on time. But they should arrive shortly—ah, there they are!”

Keith could see a similar group of jello blobs marching their way up the hill, their jelly-like bodies jiggling with every step. They looked completely indistinguishable from the Vexians except their formal attire were robes that flowed with them versus the Vexian’s stiff suits loaded down with medals that tried to contain their jiggling.

“Red Paladin!” The Tnokian with the purple robes cried, their beady little eyes lifting into upside-down crescent moons. He grabbed his hand and shook vigorously. “It is a pleasure to meet you!”

“Please,” Keith said, extracting his hand. “Just call me Keith.”

“As you wish Paladin Keith!” The Tnokian looked to him to the Vex that was silently standing next to him, leaning close to whisper, “I suppose you are bored out of your mind waiting with a Vex.”

Prime Vex jiggled with a huff, nose going up into the air. He walked over to one of his guards and took their lasergun. “Let us conduct the peace ritual.”

Keith cleared his throat, arms crossing as he backed away from the two Primes. The Vexians and Tnokians entourage flanking him on either side. Keith closed his eyes and took a deep breath, blocking out the disgruntled mumbling on either side of him.

“I, the former Red and Black Paladin of Voltron, will witness the peace ritual between the Vexians and the Tnokians. At ten paces the Primes shall turn and trust the other will uphold peace.”

The peace ritual went without a hitch. The Primes stood back to back, taking a step at Keith’s count. At the count of ten they turned around and both shot into the air, upholding the peace between the two factions.

He wasn’t entirely sure what he would’ve done if one of them shot the other, but he was just glad he didn’t have to deal with a civil war.

Both of the Vexians and Tnokians walked back in a big group to the Vexian castle for the promised feast. He walked behind the Primes, the tentative peace unfortunately did not mean they would hold back disguised barbs at the other.

“How is the court in Tnok? Oh, I’m sure you would meet much more beautiful Venkans once we establish peace parties.”

“Mmm, didn’at Vex have the worker strike? I’m sure the parties in Tnok would be much better—“

“But it’s almost winter on your side, yes? So dark and gloomy.”

Keith gritted his teeth, his patience for these hoity toity jello minions wearing thin. Behind him was not much better, veiled insults flinging like gunfire on a battlefield. This must have been why this planet was so “peaceful” the past centuries.

He pinched the space between his brows where a headache was forming, trying to block out the chatter when a familiar whirr booted up behind him. Lunging forward he pushed the two Primes to the ground, lasers sounding off behind him.

Rolling, shield activating, he took out his bayard, the form falling into the familiar shape of his sword as he kneeled in front of the Primes to give them cover.

Except no one was shooting at the Primes.

Each of the bodyguards were shooting at each other.

Each of them flinging worse and worse insults at each other ranging from how ugly their wives were to how they enjoyed their mothers’ company.

Keith could feel a steady heat building in his chest, racing up his face until it felt like he could spit fire. He threw down his sword, the end sticking into the purple grass, his shield dematerializing. “Are you KIDDING ME?!”

He marched over and yanked a Tnokian back by the back of his blue robes, his shots firing into the sky. “This is supposed to be a peace ritual!”

The Primes rushed over, commanding their men to stop firing.

Patience yields focus was on loop in his head. Breathing deep he took the Tnokian’s laser gun at shot at the Vex’s shield until it disintegrated, their weapon falling to the ground a second later. He wasn’t as good of a shot as Lance but he picked up a few things over the years.

He shattered another shield. “Everyone, stop! Shoot—gah!”

Fire burned through the thin under armor of his Paladin uniform, his side in agony as his skin bubbled from the laserfire, barely protected from the armor. His breath hissed through his teeth as his hand hovered above the wound. The flesh bubbling and oozing and fire engine red.

The Vexian Prime rushed over, the rest of the guards lowering their weapons gaping at him in horror. The Vexian Prime’s swollen yellow hands fluttered over him. “Oh! Oh dear Vishka. Vishka, Vishka, Vishka, are you all right?!”

Keith gritted his teeth, his side throbbing from the burn. He didn’t know if it was second degree or third degree but it felt like third degree. Tears streamed down his face unbidden, trying to breathe through the pain, gingerly dropping to the ground. “Do you have. Healing pods.”

“No, but-but we have excellent healers! One of you go! Go get a healer!” The Prime Vexian turned back to him, “You will be all right, Paladin Keith, don’t you worry! Vex has the finest healers of the planet. Just—let’s keep this between us, no need to discuss this with your husband.”

“What?”

“We have heard stories of the Blue Paladin, fearsome stories of when you have been in danger.” The Vexian bowed his head, hands coming up in a pleading gesture. “Please, do not tell your husband of what transpired.”

Keith groaned and tipped over, burying his face in the soft purple grass. “Don’t worry, you’re not the one he’ll be mad at.”

[lewisforpresident2020]

4/3/2020: WHOLESOME PT. 2!!! Feast of Winter Star (+ NPC’s Relationships with Farmer Felicia)

Continuing from the last entry, here are more thank yous. Maybe you should have a drinking game whenever the farmer says thank you.

To the creatives of  Stardew Valley (writer, chef, and sculptor), THANK YOU!!! You make the Valley more vibrant with your creative pursuits whether it’s from writing, cooking, or sculpting. I have always appreciated the arts, and all of you inspired my creative juices. Thank you thank you thank you!!! Thank you Elliott for the book that you wrote; I’m glad that I’m part of the people who inspires you to do your work. No matter what, I believe in you and your writing career. Everyone always start low, and that means the only way is to go up! (Believe me, there was nothing in my farm during the first year in the valley). Thank you, Gus for all the recipes and cooking tips you gave me. Really appreciate that! And thank you Leah for the new wood sculpture. That sculpture really gives off a vibe; showing how you put your effort into the work. I love it, and good luck and best wishes to your sculpting career. I believe that your work of art will come to fruition!

First and foremost: Kent, thank you for your services. I know coming back from the war can be hard for you, but believe me, everyone in the Valley sees you as a hero. You may think that your family sees you differently, and I would lie if I say that is not true. However, they all still love you and have been missing you ever since you left (Vincent in particular!). It will take time for them and you to adjust. Thank you Jodi for giving me recipes as well, and some things from your garden! Love them. Thank you for the casserole dinner as well. It was very delicious, and I have been missing after that dinner with your family!

Thank you, Sam for being very open with my music taste. Back in the city, sometimes people will react weirdly with my strange music taste, but I’m glad to find someone who can be equally open with knowing about different music genre. Thank you for also being equally feral and wild in the Valley, and it’s awesome to know I have a partner-in-crime when I need it.

Vincent, thank you for being an amazing young boy. One day I need to tell you about your dream for marrying Ms. Penny, but I wouldn’t want to destroy your childhood happiness haha. You are a great kid, and you will do great things in the future. Be a good kid to your parents, and make sure that your dad knows you still love him, okay? :)

Emily girl, thank you for offering your sewing machine, and now I have less boring clothes to wear. Bless! I’m so happy to meet a very unique person like you, and you are always comfortable expressing yourself. Your love and respect for nature also amazes me, and I’m glad that I met someone like you. Haley, bby <3, thank you for being a great friend and fashion police. Love your sass and honesty! Your photography skills are on fetch, and please help me glo up. Also, I like how you are not afraid of being yourself without judgment, and do what you love without any care in the world. Sometimes, that is the attitude we need in a world full of pressure on our shoulders.

Thank you for driving the bus to Calico Desert every day, Pam. You can take a day off, sometimes. Honestly, it’s great to see you getting back on your feet after the bus is fixed. Also, please stop scolding Penny. She really cares about you, and I know you care about her too. 

Penny, thank you for being a great teacher for the two children in the Valley. One day if I ever have my own children, I would trust you with their early education. Thank you for giving me the opportunity to be a guest speaker during the picnic with the kids! Also, if you ever need someone to host a seminar/ become a guest speaker for STEM, feel free to reach out to me as well (but there is Maru, Demetrius, Harvey, and Seb of course. You got choices!)

Jas, thank you for being the amazing young lady that you are. You are brave, smart, and adventurous, and I can see you do amazing things in the future. In addition, thank you for being the source of happiness for my good friends, Shane, Marnie, and Penny!

Thank you, Marnie for helping me set up with farm animals. Also, thank you for the dog. Percy is the love of my life! He is a good boy, and kinda reckless. But I don’t mind!  Thank you for supplying me with Hay. Appreciate it very much!

Last but not least, thank you Mayor Lewis for being an amazing mayor of the town. Thank you very much for greeting me as I first arrive in the valley. Thank you very much for supporting my farm and my produce. You are one of the people who helps my farm grows through buying my produce and giving me financial support some times. My grandfather would be happy that both of us have such good connection! I wish you (and Marnie) the best! ^_^

- Farmer Felicia