#the things i do for aurora

[oflathander]

the goal today is to work on my about page / carrd

[puppetmaster13u]

Because it is Mermay:

Originally did this art for one of @radiance1 prompts/story ideas, which also gives an idea of colors so.

[apple8ees]

third of the @comicaurora tarot cards… for some reason the quality of this image looks horrible in tumblr but it's too early in the morning to figure out. anyways big tree am i right

[dreamerlynx]

merry christmas @chlopieno! you requested something cozy, so I hope this fits the bill- c!dream drinking some cocoa out at technos place :)

thank you very much @dreblrsecretsanta for organizing this, it was tons of fun <3

[t4tcomputerfucker]

i love spaceships i loooove spaceships. the vacuum of space is so unforgiving and harsh and can kill you so quickly. and there's a big beautiful loving machine holding you safely inside of it and floating along through that making sure you are okay. i love spaceships

[comicaurora]

Wait how does falst know to read if he left home at a young age and was ostracized from everywhere he went?

Learned the runic alphabet from his mom before she died, has demonstrated a vested interest in accumulating knowledge and a well-practiced habit of stealing books.

[tinyluvs]

once again thinking about unprofessional!aether who helps mountain with his bad back by straddling his ass, letting his quint flow through his fingertips while he massages his back and once mountain is pliant, he shuffles to sit over his thighs, tugging mountains pants down so he can stuff his cock into mounts perfectly loose hole, shushing him gently whilst telling him that it’ll help and to just trust him while he grinds into him

unprofessional!aether who takes advantage of aurora’s obvious distaste towards the speculum and offers her an unorthodox way to stretch her little cunt out. starting slow with two of his fingers, then three, then four and then suddenly he’s sinking his entire fist into aurora while she cries, whimpers, says that it’s too much but won’t let aether pull away from her, so he just smirks, tells her how well she’s doing for him and coos gently at her when she cums, clenching and gushing around his wrist

unprofessional!aether who accidentally writes down swiss’ appointment time wrong so when swiss walks into his office early he catches aether with his pants down around his thighs and his cock disappearing into the wet clutch of his fist and before he knows it, swiss is dropping down to his knees, barely managing to ask can i?, before aether is feeding his cock into swiss’ mouth, making swiss forget what he was even there for

unprofessional!aether who gives cirrus supplements and waits patiently for her to come back embarrassed because no matter how many times she cums her cock will not soften, aether just says it’s a side effect and that he knows how to help her. it’s totally professional when he gets her comfortable and jerks her off until she’s cumming in puddles over his office floor, until she’s crying that it hurts but it just feels so good, until she’s cumming dry and her cock has literally no choice but to soften

psa!! this is all consensual !! 𖤐 ghouls masterlist

[saphstories]

Every Little Thing She Does Is Magic

A ShadowxAurora One Shot

Shadow never meant to keep it. With the limited space in his apartment, a piano wasn't exactly practical. But he'd seen it sitting on the street while on a run, a pathetic little spinet that apparently wasn't worth the effort for repair according to the owner, so it sat in wait for the dump truck.

Omega thought he was nuts when Shadow had used Chaos Control to transport the piano into the apartment, and perhaps he was. The instrument had definitely seen better days, and it would take more than a simple tune up to get it in pristine condition again.

That didn't stop Shadow from shoving the spinet against the wall between his mattress and the front door and then going out to purchase the necessary items for piano repairs.

The spinet became Shadow's passion project over the next several weeks. Any spare moment between his mercenary work with Omega and dates with Aurora, Shadow could be found with the spinet piano, painstakingly doting over the instrument to set it to rights again.

"You never told me you can fix instruments." Aurora had noted once, sitting on the little bench with her legs swinging while half of Shadow's body was inside the back of the spinet.

"Never came up." Shadow had grunted.

"Where'd you learn?" She'd pressed.

Shadow had shrugged. "I did a lot of things while off world, Light. Sometimes I was asked to fix things, and music is universal." Aurora had accepted that answer, and Shadow minutely relaxed.

No way he was EVER going to tell her that some aristocrat across the galaxy had taken fancy to him and tried to get his attention by breaking her piano, just so he'd come and fix it. It was the fastest he'd ever fled a planet. Omega still hadn't let him live it down.

The plan for the spinet once he'd finished repairs was simple enough: take it to the resale shop and get a decent sum of cash for it. He'd contacted the shop, gotten a good offer, and was set to deliver and receive his rings, but when he arrived and saw the buyer...a mother and son duo, the latter whom was whining about how much he HATED piano lessons and was currently and carelessly swinging a baseball bat around in his fit....Shadow took his piano and left.

No way was Shadow going to let all his hard work repairing his baby go to waste on some ungrateful brat that lacked basic appreciation. So, the little spinet piano became a permanent fixture in his apartment.

Shadow had never considered himself a musician of any sort. He was a warrior, a mercenary, the Ultimate Lifeform, a guardian. Music...required a certain softness that Shadow, with all his broken pieces and jagged edges, simply did not possess. But, somehow, that didn't matter. Sitting at his little spinet, gingerly filling his apartment with the soft tones of the classics centered him with a kind of peace he rarely ever achieved...with one exception. When he played, Shadow could pretend that was all there was. Just him and his spinet, creating something beautiful together. It was almost magical, if he believed in such a thing.

Shadow huffed a quiet chuckle, gently resting his hand atop the keys but not pressing down, his thoughts drifting towards the other almost-magical thing in his life. Honestly, if it magic was a thing, Shadow could believe it, because of her. The way she pranced through life, with such light and arms wide open, eager and excited for whatever came her way...could anything else but magical describe his precious Light?

Almost without his command, his fingers gently drifted across the spinet's keys, a delicate melody that swirled and danced through the air. Shadow sighed.

"Though I tried before to tell her

Of the feelings I have for her

In my heart.

Every time that I come near her

I just lose my nerve as I've done

From the start."

How many times has Shadow looked into those emerald eyes, seen that smile, and choked? It was three simple words, why was it so difficult? He's made peace with the past, hasn't he?

"Every little thing she does is magic

Everything she does just turns me on.

Even though my life before was tragic

Now I know my love for her goes on."

A sniffle behind him had Shadow whirling around, Chaos Spear halfway formed in his hand and a snarl on his muzzle, when those same piercing emerald eyes damp with tears stopped him dead. Shadow gulped, his ears flattening against his head. Damn. How long had she- Shadow made get up, averting his eyes as embarrassment colored his cheeks rosy red.

And then she's right there, pushing him back down on the bench with pleas of "Please don't stop, don't mind me-," and she's still looking at him with those eyes, pleading and wet, her body pressed tight against his side, lips protruding in the most pitiful pout...

Chaos, he was screwed, wasn't he?

Shadow sighed and tapped her nose with his finger. "You will say nothing to anyone about this." He commanded, and tried to ignore how distracting that beaming smile was in order to return to the piano. He gulped, frozen with his fingers in position. He knew his voice was not what anyone would call gifted, hers was so much better, and he chanced a glance down to his shoulder where she'd laid her head. She smiled at him again, eager and encouraging, and Shadow gulped and resumed playing.

"Do I have to tell the story

Of a thousand rainy days

SInce we first met?

It's a big enough umbrella

But it's always me

That ends up getting wet.

Every little thing she does is magic

Everything she does just turns me on.

Even though my life before was tragic

Now I know my love for her goes on."

Shadow rested his cheek against the top of her head, mindful of the short grouping of quills that acted as bangs, closing his eyes momentarily and just breathing.

"I resolve to call her up

A thousand times a day

And ask her if she'll marry me

In some old fashioned way.

But my silent fears have gripped me

Long before I reach the phone.

Long before my tongue has tripped me

Must I always be alone?"

Her arms squeezed him gently, reassuringly, around his middle, and he pressed a kiss to her head in response, smiling at the growing damp spot on his shoulder.

"Every little thing she does is magic,

Everything she does just turns me on.

Even though my life before was tragic

Now I know my love for her goes on,"

Shadow dropped one hand from the piano and cupped Aurora's cheek, tilting her chin up to look into her eyes, shining with light and joy, and he knew his words wouldn't fail him this time. He smiled at her and leaned his forehead on hers.

"Every little thing you do is magic

Everything you do just turns me on.

Even though my life before was tragic

Know that my love for you goes on."

Shadow ended the song with a soft kiss to her lips, sealing his declaration of devotion with all the love and passion and dedication he had in his heart in the best way he knew how. Words always failed him, but somehow, in this moment, it didn't matter. Aurora wept through his kiss, and he smiled as they parted, a quirk of his mouth so gentle and loving that only she would ever get to see it.

Aurora pounced on him a single moment later, using her own gift of speed to press kiss after kiss on his lips, face, head, everywhere she could reach, glowing so brightly and joyfully exclaiming "I love you"s between kisses. Shadow briefly wondered how she wasn't suffocating before dismissing the thought and basking in their shared love, trading her kisses and words with ones of his own. It didn't matter anyway.

Every little thing she did was magic, after all.

[abirddogmoment]

I love seeing Rory run in the field!! Bird dog doing bird dog things!! You said in the tags you had different training and priorities with her vs Mav re: offleash running like that. What kinds of things did you do differently with Rory to be comfortable having her offleash at a distance with reliable recall?

I was writing a whole novel but really it boils down to this chart. Under the cut because it's (vertically) long.

In short, it's just as much about what I didn't do with Maverick as what I did do with Aurora.

(Edited to add: I am extremely fortunate to live in the prairies where the kind of visibility I need is easy to find. Use my experience to inspire your own training if you like, but don't use it as a recipe. I have my own goals and my own priorities and those are likely different than yours.)

Maverick:

🔵 Supremely confident from day 1

🔵 Came home in August (extremely good and exciting time for outdoor adventures)

🔵 Prioritized specific sports behaviours over foundational building blocks like engagement and cooperation

🔵 Learned bad habits from my older dog at the time (prey drive > recall)

🔵 Was indiscriminately prey driven. If it moved, he wanted to kill it.

🔵 I phased out treats too fast and didn't want to use an ecollar or long line

🔵 I focused on "social media dog behaviours" (think like walking extremely close to me on trails) and got frustrated when we couldn't meet these rather than meeting my dog where he was at. This created a lot of frustration in our dog adventures.

🔵 I practiced recalls constantly when I didn't have to, making them a tedious behaviour for him. I would recall him 20-50 times a hike for everything from "you're too far away from me" to "I want to take a photo".

Aurora

🟣 Came to me a little insecure and looked to me for reassurance

🟣 Came home in December (a cold and relatively boring time for outdoor adventures)

🟣 I prioritized engagement, cooperation, and name recognition from day 1

🟣 Practiced good habits by walking offleash in the snow either alone or with Pike (amazing recall)

🟣 Is extremely birdy, but is very very focused. She easily calls off deer or people/dogs in the distance because she mostly cares about birds.

🟣 Literally always gets offered a high value snack for recalling or voluntary check ins (I will never phase this out, I will carry chunks of cheese on offleash walks for the rest of her life)

🟣 I never practice recalls if I don't need them. This one is hard to explain, but once Rory understood that long whistle = come back as fast as you can, I don't whistle unless I really need to. I recall her an average of 0-3 times per hike (*based on visibility or wildlife*) and trust her to make good decisions otherwise. I keep my eyeballs on her 100% of the time and choose areas with good visibility, but I don't recall her just for being far away.

🟣 I limit hikes where I have to nag her often (think, in the woods where I dont have a great line of sight and have to remind her to stay close to me) to a few times a month or less so she doesn't start getting frustrated about it.

🟣 I trust the training I put into her and choose to run her in areas with (relatively) reduced risk if she makes the "wrong" choice. I don't nitpick everything she does and I let her make her own choices, within reason.

🟣 I have an interrupter cue to ask her to stop doing something before I call her back (if she's digging a hole and I want her to move on, I use "Rory, enough! Here!") instead of whistling at her.

🟣 I don't force her attention on check ins. If she runs back to me and doesn't want a snack and wants to run straight back out, I let her run back out.

🟣 I have anticipatory cues for the end of a walk so I don't have to recall her when we get to the end of the field.

I want to say that it's nerve wracking to watch my dog sprint at full speed hundreds of yards away from me. I have to fight the impulse to recall her just because she's far away. It's an exercise in trust because I'm always worried about her going over the horizon, or running into a wildlife, or falling into a hole, but it's an important thing to work on if you have a dog that needs that trust to thrive.

Mav and I were a good team, but I never fully trusted him outdoors. I always had my finger on the ecollar buttons ready for him to do an evil and need to be vibrated. It was exhilarating to watch him in the field, but it wasn't really fun or relaxing.

Rory and I built a much stronger foundation of trust (I personally never would have been able to do this if I had more than one dog). She doesn't know any tricks yet, but I'm super confident in her recall and ability to take direction in the field, even when she's sprinting as fast as possible.

[the-mountain-flower]

Writing a scene, and:

Falst: gets a paper cut, brushes off Dainix's concern and turns the page, ignoring the drop of blood on the edge of the paper

Me: "CUT!" Bursts through the 4th wall, draft in hand. "WHAT are you doing?!"

Falst: "Um, exactly what you're writing?"

Me: "You left BLOOD on there!"

Dainix: "Wait, you were bleeding?"

Falst: "It's really not a big deal-"

Me: "Blood-borne pathogens are a pretty big deal!!"

Falst: "It's paper. What do you expect me to do, wash it off?"

Me: "Well...!"

Falst: "Plus, you set us in a place that's been abandoned for ages! Chances are no one else will even touch this dang book for years at least."

Me: "Asjfkldhiotf it's still unsafe!!"

Falst: "If it bugs you so much why are you writing it?"

Me: ............

Falst: "So are we gonna continue the scene, or?..."

[squash1]

something i love about niall lynch (a sentence rarely uttered) is that he is almost Always referred to as niall lynch, even by his sons because he is portrayed and viewed by his sons as this sort of mythical, folk hero. he doesn’t exist as niall. he exists as niall lynch. and it takes until greywaren, for niall lynch to turn back into niall, the man not the myth. because niall lynch was never just niall lynch, dreamer of dreams, keeper of secrets, he was niall lynch, father and son, a man who could not bear to keep his own happiness.

[delusionalbitchinthehouse]

I miss Cirrus, so here is me projecting on her but also giving her nice things I wish I had (loving cuddly partners)

Cirrus paces the lenght of her room, nervous energy keeping her from staying still. A strange mix of offense and guilt makes her stomach churn unpleasantly.

She should apologize.

Neither Rain, Aurora nor Swiss had deserved the way she snapped at them, spitting her frustration at their faces when they had nothing to do with it.

And yet here she is, locked in her room, her pride getting in the way of what she knows is the right thing to do.

She snarls at nothing in particular, made restless by her internal struggle. Cirrus doesn't know why it's so hard for her to apologize, even when she knows she's wrong. It's like her whole body locks at the idea, shame burning in her stomach ; even as she knows she is in the wrong, even as remorse twists her heart.

Her agitated musing is interrupted by a soft knock at her door.

"Cirrus ?"

Aether. Ever the peacemaker. Cirrus bites back the instinctive rebutal, takes a deep breathe in, and unlocks the door, letting the quint in.

Aether looks comfy, in his soft hoodie and sweatpants, hair ruffled like he ran his hand through it a few times. His eyes are wide, gentle, mouth half opened to spew reassurances Cirrus doesn't deserve. She speaks before he can.

"I fucked up, I know I did."

Aether sighs quietly.

"Yeah, alright, you did. But you can fix it."

Cirrus tugs the collar of her shirt up until she can tuck her chin uder it, a self soothing habit she never felt the need to shake off.

"...I know. I want to make things better, but..."

Aether coos in understanding, and selfishly, Cirrus sinks into his arms when he opens them, admitting to herself that she wants the comfort the quint offers.

"It's okay. You're okay."

"It's not. I was a dick and you're comforting me," Cirrus argues, though she keeps her face pressed to Aether's chest. It's a great chest, in her defense.

"You know you were wrong, you feel guilty about it. And you want to fix it. It's a good step already," Aether points out.

With a sigh, Cirrus decides to ask the question she's been avoiding since the quint knocked on her door.

"How are they ? Don't spare my feelings, tell me."

Her venom can cut deep, when she let it flow like she did, she knows it. Aether tightens his hold on her.

"Rain and Swiss have known you for years. They know you didn't mean it. Doesn't mean they're not hurt, but they understand. Aurora...well. She's newer, younger. She asked if she did something wrong."

Cirrus' heart twists painfully. Of course Aurora didn't do anything wrong. She can't let her wonder like this, second guessing everything she said when it had nothing to do with her and everything to do with Cirrus. She forces herself to slip out of Aether's embrace.

"I need to go. Thank you, Aeth, really."

The quint smiles at her and makes a shooing motion as she damn near bolts out of the room.

Cirrus finds Swiss and Rain cuddling Aurora on the couch in the common room. She's wearing one of Cirrus' shirt, the air ghoulette realizes with a sick feeling.

Rain's ear flicks, barely giving Cirrus time to brace herself before he turns toward her, alerting the two others of her presence by doing so.

The water ghoul's lips are red, like he chew on them, while Swiss' ear jewlery are crooked, meaning he probably fiddled with them as he often does to calm himself. Aurora's eyes, suspiciously glassy, widen.

Cirrus swallows the bile rising in her throat, tail tucked between her legs and ears lowered.

"I'm sorry," she finally chokes out after several seconds of heavy silence, "I was a dick to you. I lashed out even though you didn't do anything wrong and I hurt you. I'm so sorry, I swear I didn't mean any of it, I was being unfair. You didn't deserve that, I'm sorry."

It's like part of the ugly feeling weighting on Cirrus' chest vanished, leaving her to feel much lighter already.

For a moment, no one says anything, but then Swiss smiles, not his usual wide grin but a softer, tender little thing, his shoulders sagging. It's followed by Rain nodding with soft eyes, and Aurora lighting up, tail wagging hard enough to smack Swiss' calf with an audible sound.

"Come here ?" the younger ghoulette mumbles, making grabby hands at Cirrus.

Well, she's never been really good at refusing Aurora, so she does, still struggling to hold eye contact with the three ghouls.

"I'm sorry," she mumbles again, once she's squished between Swiss and Rain, Aurora curled on her lap, feeling warm and a bit fuzzy. "I shouldn't have snapped at you like that. I'm working on it, I swear."

Rain kisses the top of her head with a soft sound.

"We know. Thank you for apologizing."

Sinking into her packmates' warmth, breathing easily at last, Cirrus kicks off a deep purr, not even protesting when Aurora starts chewing on the collar of her shirt, letting Swiss tuck his face in the crook of her neck.

[belle--ofthebrawl]

I just need Cumulus being so fucked up about Aurora's first period and I'll be fine.

[monsieuroverlord]

Obligatory tiny Akihiro cameo T-T

From Wolverine #42

Also, slight spoiler:

The Krakoan translates to "The Good Old Days"

So probably just implying a retelling of their long, sordid shared history.

[blashdafish]

STOP GASLIGHTING MEEE I WANT TO SEE THE NEW PAGEE

[modroocko-mumbles]

the first “meet the artist” since the start of my art career…so yeah, this is it