#cw 217

[stim-contain-protect]

SCP-217 - The Clockwork Virus

Item #: SCP-217

Object Class: Keter

SCP-217 alters the biochemistry of organic tissue, causing organic matter to re-arrange into a form of “organic metal”. The processes involved with this change are not yet fully understood, but the advanced stages are well documented. A subject will begin to turn into a complex arrangement of gears and clockwork, these taking over for the former biological functions. Advanced-stage infection is reported to be very painful, but earlier stages are oftentimes unnoticed, with only vague feelings of confusion, insomnia, and joint stiffness. Hearts are replaced by gears and small tubes, joints by gear networks, eyes by structures not unlike primitive “hand-crank” film cameras, etc.

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#scp 217 #scp #scp foundation #stim #stimboard #the clockwork virus #keter #silver #gold #grey #brass #brown #steampunk #clockwork #gears #mechanical #machines #body horror #horror cw

[pawnshopsouls]

IC Update: Chauncey & the Shell of Shards

The Shell of Shards:

Light Mode // Dark Mode Midnight Light Mode // Midnight Dark Mode

After chatting with a friend and needing to dive in and figure out Salem's place in all this, something that also came to mind was Chauncey's place in the house of shards. Like, what would mark him as being part of or, more accurately, belonging to the House of Shards?

Well, as I thought about it, I remembered Crow and Spider and realized the simple answer was Chauncey's shell. The biggest thing that would mark him and Salem-217 out is the Shell that Yyventriz presented them when she agreed to let them go outside.

Up until that point, she had refused to let Salem-217 leave the vicinity of the Garden Dome, informing him that if he should disobey, he would be locked out and his disobedience dealt with as it is done with all Dregs. With Salem-217 already having given his fealty in letting her handle Chauncey when their Deal was first made, he didn't have it in him to go back on his word and betray the Kel after already betraying Chauncey once.

This gives Yyventriz quite a leg up on the guardian, as emotional manipulation & control is one tactic well used by her kind of Eliksni. Unfortunately, such a tactic would not work on his ghost.

With that in mind, she offered them a ghost shell and a deal that if Chauncey wore it, then he and Salem would be allowed outside again. Suspecting a downside but not seeing one, Chauncey donned the shell but quickly found out it was a trap.

When given to Chauncey and Salem, it functioned as a normal shell with added protection against Eliksni weapons. But when handled again by the Kel of Shards, they soon discovered that the shell 1. acted as a tracer for the House of Shards, 2. provided Yyventriz a method of "disciplining" both of them at the same time in a method that would satisfy her House members, and 3. would not come off again unless taken off by the Kel of Shards herself.

When they demanded to know what she'd done to Chauncey (who was actually shocked by the shell adhering to him), Yyventriz merely said, "It is a tether, there to remind my House to whom you belong, and to remind the Guardian and his Ghost where his and your loyalties lie."

#salem #salem-217 #salem217 #chauncey #yyventriz #house of shards #shell of shards #destiny #destiny 2 #ghost shell design #¢::passin'gossip::¢ #ooc #¢::outofspooks::¢ #long post #long post cw #cw long post

[argoscity]

ULTIMATE SUPERGIRL READING GUIDE

since i've been asked a few times in the past for various reading guides for kara, i thought i'd compile them all into one post for the sake of convenience!

this guide has reading orders for supergirl comics in PRE-CRISIS (1959-1985), POST-CRISIS (2004-2011), NEW 52 (2011-2016), REBIRTH (2016-2021), and INFINITE FRONTIER (2021-present).

if you have any questions at all don't be afraid to shoot me an ask!

for each section bolded comics are required, italicized comics are recommended, and everything else is optional!

[PRE-CRISIS]

ORIGIN AND MIDVALE ERA (NOTE: you'll have to flip to the back of each issue to get to kara's section!) action comics (1938) #252, 258, 267, 276, 278-282, 285, 295, 309-310, 313, 317

STANHOPE COLLEGE action comics (1938) #318, 366-368, 372, 374 world’s finest (1941) #169 adventure comics (1938) #381, 386, 391, 395, 397

K-SFTV REPORTER — SAN FRANCISCO adventure comics (1938) #406-407, 410-415, 419-424

VANDYRE UNIVERSITY supergirl (1974) #1-10

STUDENT ADVISOR — FLORIDA (NOTE: every member of the superfamily has a story in the superman family (1974), so you'll have to flip through to find kara's section!) the superman family (1974) #165, 168, 171, 177 justice league of america (1960) #132-134 the superman family #183, 184-186, 187-189, 191-193, 196-198, 201-202, 203, 204-205

ACTRESS — NEW YORK the superman family (1974) 208-210, 211-214, 215-216, 217, 218 superman (1939) #373 (second story titled “an eye (and ear) on the world!”) detective comics (1937) #508-510 the superman family #219-222

LAKE SHORE UNIVERSITY supergirl (1982) #1-12 (cw: nazi imagery in the brief interlude in #12)  supergirl (1982) #13-15 (cw: antisemitism, nazi imagery, depictions of the holocaust.) supergirl (1982) #16-23

LAST APPEARANCES AND DEATH legion of superheroes (1980) #300-303 tales of the legion (1985) #4-7 crisis on infinite earths (1985) #4-7

BONUS POST-COIE APPEARANCES christmas with the super-heroes (1988) #2 (last story titled “should auld acquaintance be forgot”) supergirl (1996) #49, 75-80 solo (2004) #1 (third story titled “young love”) convergence: adventures of superman (2015) #1-2

[POST-CRISIS]

ORIGIN superman/batman (2003) #8-13  (or you can watch superman/batman: apocalypse (2010) instead which I recommend! the art is a lot more tasteful and it's a very faithful adaptation of the comic so you won’t be missing out on anything.)

KARA WITH THE LEGION OF SUPER-HEROES supergirl and the legion of super-heroes (2006) #16-36

LOEB AND KELLY HELL ERA supergirl (2005) #1-5, 9-10, 19 (you don’t have to read any of this since it gets retconned anyway, but if you’re interested in kara’s early characterization, the beginnings of her friendship with cassie sandsmark, or her difficulty fitting in on earth then you’re welcome to read what i’ve provided.)

KELLEY PUCKETT ERA Amazons Attack! teen titans (2003) #47-48  amazons attack! (2007) #3  supergirl (2005) #20  amazons attack! (2007) #4  teen titans (2003) #49

supergirl (2005) #21-22  teen titans (2003) #50, 51-55  supergirl (2005) #25-33

Superman: Brainiac  action comics (1938) #866-870

GATES AND IGLE HEAVEN ERA supergirl (2005) #34

New Krypton (new krypton is one of my favorite events and i recommend it in its entirety, but for the sake of brevity I’ll only be listing the issues relevant to kara.) superman: new krypton special #1  superman (1939) #681  adventure comics special featuring guardian #1  action comics (1938) #871  supergirl (2005) #35  superman (1939) #682  action comics (1938) #872  supergirl (2005) #36  superman (1939) #683  action comics (1938) #873

teen titans (2003) #66  supergirl (2005) #37-42

Friends and Fugitives superman: secret Files 2009 #1  supergirl (2005) #43  action comics (1938) #881  supergirl (2005) #45  action comics (1938) #882  supergirl (2005) #46-47

supergirl (2005) annual 1, #48-50

Last Stand of New Krypton  adventure comics (2009) #8  superman: last stand of new krypton #1  supergirl (2005) #51  superman (1938) #698  adventure comics (2009) #9  superman: last stand of new krypton #2  adventure comics (2009) #10  supergirl (2005) #52  superman (1938) #699  superman: last stand of new krypton #3 superman: war of the supermen (2010) #0, 1-4 

supergirl (2005) #53-57, annual 2, 58-59

END OF SUPERGIRL VOL 5 supergirl (2005) #60-64 supergirl (2005) #65-67

[NEW 52]

ORIGIN and SUPERGIRL VS THE WORLDKILLERS supergirl (2011) #1-7

SUPERGIRL and SILVER BANSHEE supergirl (2011) #8-11

SUPERGIRL and SUPERBOY superboy (2011) #6

SANCTUARY supergirl (2011) #12, 0, 13

H’EL ON EARTH superman (2011) #13 supergirl (2011) #14 superman (2011) #14 superboy (2011) #15 supergirl (2011) #15 superboy (2011) #16 superboy (2011) Annual #1 supergirl (2011) #16 superman (2011) #16 superboy (2011) #17 supergirl (2011) #17 superman (2011) #17

SUPERGIRL and POWERGIRL supergirl (2011) #18-20

CYBORG SUPERMAN supergirl (2011) #21-23 action comics (2011) #23.1 supergirl (2011) #24

KRYPTON RETURNS action comics (2011) annual #2 superboy (2011) #25 supergirl (2011) #25 superman (2011) #25

SUPERGIRL VS LOBO supergirl (2011) #26-27

RED DAUGHTER OF KRYPTON supergirl (2011) #28-29 red lanterns (2011) #28-29 supergirl (2011) #30 red lanterns (2011) #30 supergirl (2011) #31 red lanterns (2011) #31-32 supergirl (2011) #32-33

SUPERMAN: DOOMED (this is a whole storyline but I'll only be listing the issues that kara appears in!) superman/wonder woman (2013) #9 action comics (2011) #33 supergirl (2011) #34 superman: doomed (2014) #2 action comics (2011) #35 supergirl (2011) #35

FUTURES END supergirl: futures end (2014) #1

JUSTICE LEAGUE UNITED justice league united (2014) #1-5 justice league united (2014) annual #1 justice league united (2014) #6-10

CRUCIBLE supergirl (2011) #36-40

FINAL DAYS OF SUPERMAN (kara only appears in the issues i've italicized and bolded, but i put all the relevant issues if you wanted to read the full storyline!) superman (2011) #51 batman/superman (2013) #31 action comics (2011) #51 superman/wonder woman (2013) #28 batman/superman (2013) #32 action comics (2011) #52 superman/wonder woman (2013) #29 superman (2011) #52

[REBIRTH]

KARA IN NATIONAL CITY supergirl: rebirth #1

supergirl (2016) #1-8 batgirl (2016) annual 1 supergirl #9-12

supergirl (2016) annual 1 supergirl #13-20

world's finest: batwoman and supergirl #1-2

ROGOL ZAAR and THE SINS OF THE CIRCLE the man of steel #1-2, 3-6 supergirl #21-33, #34-36

LEVIATHAN and BATMAN WHO LAUGHS superman: leviathan rising special #1 supergirl #34-36 supergirl (2016) annual 2 supergirl #37-42

HOUSE OF KENT action comics (2016) #1022-1023 action comics (2016) #1024-1028

FUTURE STATE superman of metropolis (2021) #1-2 kara zor el, superwoman (2021) #1-2

[INFINITE FRONTIER]

action comics 2021 annual

WOMAN OF TOMORROW supergirl: woman of tomorrow (2021) #1-8

WORLD'S FINEST batman/superman: world's finest (2022) #2-6, 8, 12

A WORLD WITHOUT CLARK KENT and RED MOON (kara is featured in the back-up story! if you want the full context of this plot i recommend reading the full warworld arc in action comics [action comics #1030-1046, superman: warworld apocalypse #1]!) action comics (2016) #1044-1046, 1047-1049

DAWN OF DC action comics (2016) #1051-1053, 1055-1056 superman (2023) #1-3 power girl special #1 steelworks (2023) #1-3

KNIGHT TERRORS knight terrors: superman (2023) #1-2

DAWN OF DC (continued) action comics: doomsday special (2023) superman (2023) #7 hawkgirl (2023) #4 action comics (2016) #1058 supergirl special (2023) action comics (2016) #1059-1060 action comics 2023 annual

power girl (2023) #6-7

HOUSE OF BRAINIAC action comics (2016) #1064

UPCOMING IN 2024 action comics (2016) #1065 [out may 14]

#kara zor el #supergirl #reading guide #reading order #kara danvers #linda lee danvers #linda lang

[anmiruzu]

may i request ace with prompt 22: "They say 3am is the witching hour, wanna test that out?"

too early for this shit

a/n of course! :3 …i’m finally doneee dhsbsbzb honestly, this (the drabble) sorta be describing how i feel right now… srry for responding late and hope you enjoy. goodnight!

cw: profanity

-217 words-

October nineteenth,

ace trappola; prompt 22: “They say 3am is the witching hour, wanna test that out?"

you were peacefully sleeping for once. it was a little hard for you to get used to ramshackle dorm as it was practically a haunted house with it being so old, run down, and having ghosts, especially the ghosts.

your sleep was undisturbed for most of the night until 3am struck.

the moment it became 3am, ace who was watching some 3am videos went over to your dorm to bother you by throwing rocks at your window until you woke up.

by the twelfth time you heard a pebble hit your window, you opened it annoyed at the first year who bothered your sleep.

“ace! it’s 3 in the fucking morning!” you projected.

“i know!”

“then why are you bothering my beauty sleep?”

“well, y’know, they say 3am is the witching hour. wanna test that out?”

you pause for a moment, thinking about what you should say. eventually, you chose sleep.

“no.”

and with that you closed your window on him leaving him outside in the cold as you went back to sleep.

only for ace to somehow break in.

“ace!? no!”

“awww come on, i’ve come all this way so why not let me sleep over.”

“fine.. then you can go sleep on the couch or something.”

you sleepily say too tired to care anymore.

“thanks!”

{31 daydreams of halloween event lineup}

{twisted wonderland masterlist}

#31 daydreams of halloween event #disney twst #disney twisted wonderland x reader #disney twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland #ace #ace trappola twst #ace twst #ace trappola x you #ace trappola x reader #ace twisted wonderland #ace trappola #ace x y/n #ace x you #ace x reader #ace trapolla x reader #ace trapolla x yuu #ace trapolla #twsted wonderland

[elegantduelliste]

Epistles of Saints & Sinners

Chapter Summary:

Tav and Astarion spend the night together.

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Story Summary:

When Astarion meets the humble bard, Tav, he soon finds out he's the only one between them that knows they are bound as soulmates through their marks. Deciding it's more trouble than its worth, he refuses to tell her along the course of their journey across Faerûn.

But, unbeknownst to him and their companions, Tav is harboring a gruesome secret that she only thought was nothing more than a traumatized period in her life.

As they both come to face to face with their pasts and presents, will they choose to move forward or let it consume them?

Healing isn’t linear—after all.

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Chapter 9: Known*

Ao3

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Word Count: 4.8k

Pairing: Astarion x female bard Tav

CW: Smut, Vaginal Sex, Trauma, CPTSD episode during sex, Act 1 Spoilers

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It is said that being bestowed with the mark of a soulmate is rare. Even rarer to find a soulmate that you fall in love with. See, soulmate marks are tricky in that way. It is not a guarantee of life together. Sometimes, a soulmate can be a friend, a relative, an enemy. I have sung romantic ballads throughout my life about them. Wondering what it would be like to have a soulmate of my own.

— Tavelle Swiftchoir, diary entry 217

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Love.

The meaning of love to Astarion was defined by cold nightmares of his flesh being carved into with a whetted blade. It meant endless mirrors—he could no longer see his reflection in—hung on the bedroom walls of countless obscured lovers he guided to the next celestial plane by a thrust of his hips.

Confined to the shadows like an unsent apparition, love was the compulsion by his master to peel back his fingernails and drive nails of iron into his wrists.

Lead up to the altar by the promise of immortality. His bride: eternal hunger. His husband: cruelty. Married forever to Cazador’s crimson that gave him undeath.

Love would condemn him to weakness; a folly of humanity.

But, he could pretend to love. He had lost count of how many conquests he feigned the emotion to as he seduced them. Astarion learned early on how to create the illusion of love during his countless years of predatory stalks. Batting lashes. Secret confessions of forbidden wants. The longing of their humming hearts as he showered them with adorations.

And each of these imbeciles believed him—even those he felt an ounce of sympathy towards.

Then, there was the bard. Somehow, in spite of their differences, he had managed to capture the songbird. He knew that she yearned for the connection through companionship, like he thirsted for lifeblood. She wanted to be known. Effortlessly and with devotion, to the marrow of her bones. And she wanted to share it with someone in return. Astarion decided in face of those challenges, he would burden himself with the role to shepard in the requirements for his conservation.

If he could make former notches on his bedpost believe he loved them, then he could simulate prolonged connection.

It’s why he agreed to engage in her pointless game at the party—to get her to trust him further. Each sentence, every word, he fed her was so carefully planned leading to this exact moment of their night. His answers were enough to satisfy her queries about him: truths that belied his aversion towards her.

He hated it. Hated the instincts he knew would draw her to him. Because the vampire knew that one of the most sensible ways to establish a form of “connection” was through sex.

This death dance of frivolous and faux intimacy. Years of bedding anything with a pulse had conditioned his cock to rise without him feeling anything inside. Except, this time was not to give a victim to Cazador, it was to procure a target for himself.

He laughed to himself while he removed his shirt. He chose her. For him. The unpretentious songstress with a mystifying heart. His protector. The soulmate he couldn’t accept. How utterly insane.

Astarion patiently waited for Tav in a forest glade just a stone’s throw away from their camp. With a quick peck on the tip of his nose, she promised herself to him for the rest of the evening.

Still, his words of subterfuge would not be enough to guarantee the immunity of her balm. The details in between had to be the mirage for his stratagem.

To keep her interested. To keep her affections.

Fragrant oils were reapplied in places he knew she would want to touch, to completely envelop herself in. He cleaned his teeth, polishing them off with a piece of cloth. Mint leaves were chewed for the benefit of quelling the taste of blood when she would inevitably kiss him. Even the illumination of the moonlight splashing on the trees—forming enchanting shadows on the ground—was a planned location by him.

Astarion heard her drawing closer; the strange chorale hymn encaged behind her breast.

Anxiously, he quickly recited phrases of poetic novelties in his head, ones to enkindle her need for him throughout their upcoming coupling.

Gods, had he ever gone through so much trouble to secure a quarry before?!

Tav approached, like gentle rain in the sunlight: fluent and quiet. Her hair had been decorated and restyled into a waterfall plait with the same flowers she kept in her garter.

The pallid spawn appeared from behind one of the large trees, confidence in his gait. Silvery curls bathed by the lune’s brilliance, his skin glowing in near perfection with faint beads of dew upon his neck, painted a picture of his otherworldly aristocracy.

“I’ve been waiting,” he purred, stepping closer to her.

She smiled meekly, staring at the nakedness of his chest. “You started without me?”

Inwardly, he briefly panicked. Shit. The shirt off was a poor decision.

“I suppose I’ve been eager to have you,” he grinned in recovery. He held out his hand for her to take. “And you will let me have you, won’t you?”

Warmth was deposited into the crisp chill of his hand as she demurely placed it within his own. He brought it to his chest, isolating her fingertips to drag them across the field of his muscular pectoral muscles down to trace along his Adonis belt.

A wave of gooseflesh rose on her forearms.

“You’re the only one right now I want to have me, Astarion,” she softly vowed.

He tilted his head at her admission. The temptation to completely possess her had risen—to walk alongside the wickedness of his inner carnality for power. She would so sweetly acquiesce to him pushing her to the ground before his shrine of hunger, binding her wrists with his hands, and sliding into her creamy waiting slit while he told her to worship him with titles of grandeur.

Oh, merciful Astarion, Creator of besmeared covenants, The convalescent songstress seeking his touch to cure her fervent body, With his holy emblem in ichor painted on her breasts, Power of powers, May your wants be granted upon you.

Astarion wrapped an arm around her waist, urging her near. He pressed his forehead against her own, noticing her shakes of anticipation as he rubbed her lower back through her chemise. A heart stopping, then speeding back up.

“You always shudder like the babe of a rabbit whenever I touch you. Do I frighten you?” He asked in a low gravel.

She looked away timidly, a shadow of diffidence cast over her face. “Your succor makes me feel like I’m being pulled into directions I didn’t know existed. The only thing that frightens me, is how much I crave you.”

His stomach churned. How many times had he managed to tear such streams of flattery from his former lovers?

The vampire cupped the apple of her cheek, turning her head to face him. “Tavelle, look at me.”

Tav lifted her eyes under the veil of her desire for him. Something inside of her had splintered. By the gentle exhale of her breathing—that rhythmic thrum inside her chest that was once again out to sea—a divergent path had slipped underneath her confluence. She wasn’t afraid of him; she was afraid of letting go.

Had her eyes always been the color of the calm after the storm? Muted blues and grays, a mixture that appeared ordinary from feet away, but up close—

He swallowed down his remaining thoughts.

“Do not shy away from that which you crave. To be tasted. Felt held by another. Known. You want those things, don’t you?” He stroked a brisk finger along her jaw, settling his thumb against the plush of her lower lip.

Cheeks rosy and warm, Tav grabbed onto his wrist, placing his palm against her lips to anchor a reverent peck. “I do. But, what about you? What do you want?”

Why did she keep asking him such stifling questions? A whispering diviner at his ear trying to open up a portal to the abode of his shades. He couldn’t bloody stand her.

But, what did he want?

It was possible to want now, wasn’t it?

It was even possible to receive those wants.

A twisted smear alighted his dead arteries.

Power. Freedom. Her shield. Her blood. Cazador’s true death.

Whatever the hells he could take!

And other wants.

Not to be touched or put on display like a whore.

To continue walking in the sun.

Seen.

“Our collective pleasure. Ecstasy that lasts well into the night.”

The sudden dour expression on her face almost made him question his practiced response. She squeezed his hand as if she were trying to reassure him that he could trust her. “Is that all?”

No.

She studied him in silence, in considerate observance, as she nipped at her lip. Her damned searching again.

He needed to guide them along before their conversation became some emotional slop and ruined his plans.

Astarion reached out for her hips, effectively turning her around. He backed her into the nearby tree, relishing in the heat of her hold on his arms.

He leaned into her ear, unintentionally blowing a cool breath, as he pawed at her skirts. “Lift these. Let me show you what I want.”

The songstress bunched her skirts without breaking eye contact, holding them tightly around her hips. He could hear her short breaths of air waiting for him in a fervid state of starvation.

Limber fingers slid up her outer thighs, tickling her with featherlight scampers of his pads. She keened until his touch turned into an avid need, gliding along her inner thighs. Reservedly, he felt her legs part for him.

What he found, caused him to smirk mischievously. She really did continue to surprise him.

“And I see you also started without me,” he chuckled above her.

As his digits skimmed the crease where her thigh met her mons pubis, he discovered she had chosen to forego her smalls—leaving her completely bare.

Had Astarion been a normal mortal man about to fuck a woman into mind-bending bliss, her impulsivity may have turned him on. But, what his vampiric nature granted him was an unholy possessiveness over her cunt.

Here his bonny songbird stood, offering the secrets of her milky secretions for his dark schemes. The scent of her nectar, a sweetened musk almost as intoxicating as her blood. All for him to indulge in should he so choose.

His?

That was unplanned.

“I guess, I too, was feeling eager,” she sighed bashfully.

Peppering kisses along the length of her neck, he slid an index finger between her folds. Oh, she hadn’t been this wet the first time he had his fingers inside of her. Judging by the blinks she fluttered at him, she was also aware of his findings.

Gently, he rubbed her sensitive bundle of nerves, cradling a pleasant cry from her lips with encouraging mumbles on her cheek. He circled her clit clockwise, swiping across it with more pressure every time she whined. Astarion moved his thigh in the middle of her legs: a wedge to keep them open at his discretion.

Then, he suddenly relented, lecherously probing through her heated lips with a single finger, inserting it deeply into her. Tav’s mouth opened in a quiet scream of delirium. He lunged it in and out of her at a snail’s pace, watching her squirm, desperately trying to keep her skirts raised. Chilly lips found their way to her earlobe and he instantly assaulted it with his tongue, moaning with it in his mouth with every thrust of his finger.

“I could finish you off like this,” he rasped into her ear, licking from her lobe to the point of it.

Her ears were ablaze from the rapture he rewarded her. A winded noise clawed from her throat. “Please—”

Astarion ceased the movement of his dexterous finger, leaving it within her ardent balm for her to clench around. “Please what, lover?”

Silence. A few seconds more and still—nothing.

Astarion, abandoning his onslaught of her lobe—uneasily wondering if he performed wrong—moved to face her directly. Chest frantically heaving, Tav skewed her head in his direction. He noticed she was fighting the torrents of ravenous hunger that were trying to claim her, pushing back her permission to let everything go.

His garnet eyes narrowed as he reallocated her chin to ghost his brisk lips over her panting mouth. “Let go.”

Tav dropped her skirts, hastily sweeping her hands into his snowy curls to maneuver his head at the angle she preferred, and collided her lips roughly against him.

Where her kisses had been slow and intentional in the past, now, they were shameless gluttonous extensions of her neediness. She sucked on his upper lip, seductively licking it with her tongue. Astarion kissed her with an equal measure of intensity, kneading her lips, goading them to continue.

Her eyes were clenched shut, mewling unintelligible tales of her urges with her pecks. “I…gods…’Starion.”

Bombarding him with her lips, she continued to mold them over the pallored edges of his own. With stimulating swipes of her tongue along the underside of his jawline, back to his mouth, she consumed him like a tornado. He grabbed the back of her head, rigorously propelling her to seam her body to his torso in a firm hold.

“I shouldn’t…I shouldn’t,” her teeth nibbled sinfully on his lower lip while she mumbled her words hoarsely. “But, I…more…than…I…”

Musical hands lightly massaged themselves over his chest, splaying over his frosted skin. Tav’s face mantled into a flustered expression. A confession she seemed to try and cover by way of kissing him again, boldly endeavoring to slide her tongue past his lips.

There was a sharp intake of his breath through his nostrils, and suddenly, he leaned away from her, breaking their fevered motions. Usually, during his multiple dalliances, tongue kissing was not given a second thought. It came as a natural detail of his one night stands in debauchery. But, given their accidental journey together, Astarion knew it held a—deeper, intimate—meaning that denoted a relationship he wouldn’t or was incapable of having with Tav.

This was about transactions, not falling in love.

He needed to deflect.

“Mmm, darling. You are delicious, but kiss me as you have been with only those succulent lips of yours. It’s what makes me want to completely ravage you.”

She patiently nodded.

Perfect.

He felt it. The tug. That corrupt allure within his stomach. To overtake her. A bedevilment of his own temperament. To drain her entirely of that crimson that kept her alive. His vampiric wrath, driven by his hunger for blood. And by the way she peered up at him through those nymph like lashes as if he were a god—

It was enough to make him erect for the night. To distance himself from their sordid interlude just enough to get it over with.

Palming at her skirt, he slid it down her legs, leaving her naked—save for her blouse. He rose back up, leaving random pecks on her thighs, stomach, and arms before stopping at her neckline. Lazily, he tapped his lips along her décolletage, savoring her temperature.

Tav busied herself touching his lower abs, tracing the lines of his muscles as if to memorize him. He grinned into her skin when he felt her unlacing his trousers.

“Is this okay?” She asked cautiously.

Why did she…?

He plunged his hand betwixt them, piloting her to cup his hard bulge. “I can’t wait to be buried inside of you.”

Her heart chambers palpitated; a befitting hymn to his ears. She rubbed his length through his pants, feeling the outline of his cock with slender fingers. Pivoting her hand, the bard crossed over his lacings, finally pulling his shaft from its restricted position.

Introverted as she was, this was a woman that liked to equally grant bliss in the bedroom. It mimicked how she lived her daily life when she wasn’t exercising heaven in her sheets with a lover. Her authenticity was tried and true. An insight that pleased Astarion.

The squeeze she gave the head of his cock was a prelude to the pumps she moved up and down over it. Precum beading, she spread it in smooth twists with her hand. He groaned a punishing sound into the velvet of her throat.

“Hold onto me.”

He collected her hands from her pandering strokes, kissing her knuckles, then led them to thread around his neck. With his strength gripping beneath her ass, he lifted her, coaxing her legs to wrap around his lean waist.

His cock laid heavy amidst her drenched labia, nuzzling against her throbbing clit. She moaned loudly for him, like an immoral nun spread eagle on a pristine bed of white, seeking sanctuary through orgasm. He pistoned his stiff sex, teetering her nub on his tip while he balanced her against the tree. Tav’s mouth chased after him, successfully landing hotly on his lips, subduing her voracious sobs.

The head of his cock caught on her pink pearl several times as he deliberately stuffed himself between her slippery lips. He teased her entrance, inserting a centimeter of his erection before abruptly pushing up through the scope of her vulva. At this angle, it would have been so easy to slide right into her—to take her as hard as he could imagine.

During a particularly motivated drive through her folds, one of the florets unattached itself from her plait and hung midair near the side of face. She started giggling.

Cute.

Allowing her to continue her kisses on his cheek, Astarion slowed his hips, momentarily shifting his weight to yank the bloom from her hair. “The banality of flowers. Always making the grueling effort to wither away.”

Tav aptly touched a petal, seemingly admiring its shape. “That’s why they are to be cherished; a fleeting moment of their beauty that slows down time.”

Her poison was too potent.

The edges of his vision softened considerably. Awe dimly drew up the muscles around his mouth.

And then, a slip up.

“In another life I—” he forcibly blocked himself, becoming aware of his near fumble.

What the bloody fuck was I about to tell her?! In another life, I would have what?! In another life, you wouldn’t have been a victim. In another life, I wouldn’t have manipulated you for my benefit. In another life, I may have asked to properly court you.

His throat scalded with bile.

Rushing forward, he crushed his mouth against hers, wiping the confusion from her expression.The songstress stuttered out a few heady breaths as she mounted her hands back around his neck. He tightened his grip under her thighs, turning her around to lay her down in a plot of leaves and dirt.

But, now the time was ripe for dread. The undertaking that condemned him to a disassociating hell. Where his undead heart turned a blackened void, striving to escape the horrendous weight of yet another tallied mark of copulation in his memory.

On the ground she laid, ethereal in the beams of moonlight. Dark ash brown hair outspread like a duvet. Picked flowers falling out of place to gracefully nest in her strands.

Astarion shimmied out of his unlaced trousers, his pale erect cock bobbing before his newest target. He kneeled, surrounded by her robust legs. Tav sheepishly smiled up at him, her balletic hands making contact with the hem of her blouse, pulling it over her head, revealing large breasts.

The vampire loomed over her, lowering his weight onto her body. He steadied himself on one arm, brushing his fingers up her ribs. A long puff of air floated out of her lungs when he groped her tit in his hand. And, gods, he could smell her emulsive arousal almost leaking outside of her slit.

He prowled his tongue down her clavicle to the heap of her bosom until he felt her writhing. Tav’s ample areolas were the lightest shade of pastel pink that disappeared into her ivory tone. The buds of her breasts, a luscious dusky rosette, primed for Astarion to suck. She clamored when he pinched her nipple.

The tip of his tongue bumped her nipple and her hands flew to his head, assertively pressing him into her bosom. Her nails scraped his scalp tenderly, earning her a deep growl. A flat moistened tongue swathed around her sensitive pert berry with a keened breezy sigh before he nipped at it between his front teeth.

Ah, she was so responsive to him. Wreathing her legs around his hips. Grinding her pelvis into him. Seeking the friction only he could grant her.

“Astarion…,” she murmured gingerly, still massaging his scalp.

He continued sucking on her nipple, swiftly licking it when her breathing calmed. She screamed his name when he bit into her bud a final time before viewing her under dark lashes.

“Gods, Astarion! I want you inside of me!”

The spawn nodded, crawling back up her body to linger above her. He kissed her lips serenely: once, twice, a third time. Then, he pecked the inside of her wrist, motioning for her to rest her flourishing hands on his shoulders.

Firmly clutching his cock, he lined it up with her entrance. He stared into the pane of her eyes, wondering briefly how he would look as he entered her. Was his fervor passable enough?

“Ready, songbird?”

Tav shook her head.

As the crown of his cock breached her opening, the caged canary unobtrusively whistling between her two lungs, closed off its song. She held him close to her the further he pushed in, stretching her to a perfect form around his thickness, gasping into his throat.

Oh, she was tight.

So. Very.

“Tight,” he hissed.

He bucked into her languidly, her juices smothering him. Hells, when was the last time his cock had been thoroughly clenched in this way? Her cunt was hot and dripping and snug and—

Scars. She encountered his scars. An impalpable tremor in remembrance bloomed across his back. Raised and undead—along with the rest of him—an intricate framework branding him as Cazador’s slave. The pads of her fingers touched them with frugal dabs, as if he were a piece of blown glass that would break. He stilled.

Astarion wrestled with the notion of how to respond. Ruining the moment with laments of his past tortures, would not be fortuitous for him. He could ignore it entirely, subvert her attention with a pinch of her clit. Though, that ran the risk of eventually confronting the ‘elephant in the room’—so to speak.

But, the bard with her gods damned noble tenderness, cupped both of his cheeks with a kiss above his brow.

“You’re beautiful,” she whispered thoughtfully.

He blinked several times, his thoughts in a race to catch up with the feeling of her gentleness in his arms. Astarion couldn’t take it. It unsettled him in ways he didn’t understand.

And then, he was fucking her at a punishing speed, a wicked entity moving his shaft all the way out before ramming it back into her. His mouth found hers, stifling her cries.

All the pale elf could think about was the promise of her guardianship. No matter how much he despised her, sex with her was the stipulation of their unspoken contract. It would be over soon until they needed to make another trade.

Blood and aegis for companionship.

Forgive him gods, for Astarion has sinned. As he fornicates and bites, covered in blood. The tabernacle, his for the taking. He knows in the cavernous pit of his being, He’ll do it all again.

And the detachment came. The scarlet gaze a million miles away. He neither felt nor heard anything. Not Tav’s shouts of pleasure. Not even the tepidity of her charitable caress she was once hesitant to forfeit. He was nothing more than an artificer for seduction.

Automatically, his haunches maneuvered themselves in a lunging manner. He was not present. He didn’t need to be. If he could only remain floating a distance away from his body, then—

“—me.”

Fuzzy interference. A voice maybe?

“rion… ite…me.”

Tav. That instrument in her voice box. Always a song upon the winds. Always reining him in.

“Astarion, bite me,” Tav pleaded.

All his senses returned at once. The outlines of her facial features were no longer a blur. Her sounds: a resplendent wonder from the vaults of Mount Celestia.

The heap of her long waves were swooshed away from the front of her shoulder and neck. Her head drifted to the side with a blush rising up to clothe her satiny skin.

He relaxed his thrusts, baffled at her invitation during the height of their passion.

“I trust you,” she assured him, fingers sailing into his silvery curls.

His mouth twitched.

A kiss attentively fixed on her temple. His short-tempered thirst roared from within. Fangs cruising to the vein he heard pounding in his ear. Prepping her with savory pecks and sucklings.

The bite pierced through her taut flesh. She wailed, scrabbling at his body, trying to merge herself with him. He moved his hand to finger her aching clit, brushing against it with chilled touches.

Her addictive crimson poured into his mouth in glorious splurts of an exquisite delicacy, filling him rapidly with her heat. He huskily growled into her neck as his hips started to resume their vigor. Astarion lapped at her blood as he felt his vitality sprinting through him.

A lithe finger moved Tav’s swollen nub in circles, at times, spreading her clear fluids to easily stimulate her arousal. He could feel his fingers receiving the warmth from her blood in nascent layers throughout his appendages. She whimpered so well for him as he kept a steady rhythm with his hardness tunneling into her cunt.

The contractions of her walls was an indicator of her oncoming climax. Further, he slid in and out of her, submerged in her gushing moisture. Pushing his knee to sit higher under her leg so he could angle his cock deeper, a grunt filled his chest as her slit squeezed him tightly.

“Ooo…fuck…you feel…I’m going to cum soon,” she announced breathlessly.

Then, her crescendo began and she arched her back—their bodies slick with sweat. She sang in depraved sobs, whilst she ensnared Astarion’s engorged manhood, spasming around it with a flood of her cum. He lifted from his feeding, licking the trickles of blood down his chin, praising her with red smeared downy kisses on her face.

Yet, as the fates often have other plans for people, he peered to his right—with an unusual phantom yank on his bleating soul—to find an identical soul mate mark, matching his own, in the juncture between Tav’s shoulder and her outer collarbone.

“Fuck,” he croaked under his breath, slowing his thrusts.

Her heart was a pandemonium screaming out for him. And with every elated thrash of her pulse, he felt the marking behind his ear stirring in dreamy tingles.

He felt nauseous.

Until, it finally subsided.

Astarion slipped out of her as she was coming down from her orgasm, kneeling back on his knees. Tav rolled over onto her side in the fetal position, billowing noises like a gentle lullaby.

“Would you like to lay next to me?”

He didn’t want to be touched. Not right now.

“As appetizing as you were, I need a few moments to arrange myself.”

“We can just lay here. Nothing more—if that’s what’s best for you,” she yawned.

What? Why?

Astarion didn’t respond, instead focusing on putting on his trousers. Tucking himself behind his lacings, he lowered himself to the forest floor, laying inches from the exhausted bard. He turned on his side, noticing she had already fallen into a deep trance.

He tested her slumber by stroking her arm with the back of his index finger. Tranquil mutterings passed through her sleeping lips. She had never looked so peaceful before. Her skin was suddenly softer to him, cooler to the touch from his earlier bite that devoid her of blood.

With discreet strokes, his fingertip outstretched to connect the beauty spots of her soul mark. They were coffee shaded dots, compromising the shape of a falling star—or so it appeared to him.

There were very few things Astarion could recall from his mortal life, but seeing this—knowing the same marking was imprinted on his flesh—for the first time in two centuries, filled him with rage.

It was a painful reminder of everything he had lost, including the ability to experience real connection with another. His history that should have remained underneath six feet of dirt in the graveyard that housed his tombstone.

A piece of his humanity: once lost in time, now a living memory.

#baldur's gate 3 #baldurs gate astarion #bg3 fanfiction #bg3 astarion #baldurs gate tav #baldur's gate #astarion x tav #bg3 tav #tav #astarion #astarion fanfic #astarion acunin #bg3 spoilers #bg3 #bg3 fanfic #epistles of saints & sinners #bard tav #spawn astarion #female tav #fem!tav

[faytelumos]

Into the Black With a Matchstick, pt2

@those-damn-snippets @thepotatoofnopes @robin-parravel @invader-mint-tea

cw: drug use (barely described)

previous

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It wasn't waking up from cryo that had Doctor Adina Ramirez clutching a sick bag for dear life. The massive headache that came from being a freeze-dried raisin person and the feverish, wholistic hunger were nausea-inducing, of course, but her stomach was stronger than that. It wasn't even the ship's interface blandly informing her that there was an intelligent, non-human body attempting to establish a communications line. Even walking up to the console and seeing that the four biologists (including both astrobiologists) who had failed to wake up before her hadn't quite been enough to bring her to her knees with a sudden cold-sweat.

It was the mission clock.

26,008,372 years, 217 days, 8 hours, 36 minutes

She had checked four times to make sure that was million, and not thousand. Maybe if it was thousand, she wouldn't have needed the bag.

Doctor Johnathan Harrison sat at the table with his hands buried in his hair, leaning forward on his elbows, the rehydration pouch sitting in front of him. He hadn't punctured it yet. Adina had unfortunately almost finished hers.

The agreement had been that if and when space travel technology advanced, a crew would catch up to The Solstice and update everything. Maybe even wake the crew and check up on everyone. But almost fifty times the length of recorded human history had passed between the launch and this wake-up call.

Humanity was dead. Even if the sun was still alive (she thought it should be), there was simply no way that humans still existed on that planet. Just as terrifying, perhaps humanity had completely collapsed back to the stone age and rebuilt from scratch, hitting a second space age and setting off into the sky without any kind of record of The Solstice to recover.

She wretched again.

"You're gonna make me sick," John whispered shakily.

Adina coughed and spat, then pinched the bag and pulled it away from her face with trembling hands. She tied it off and carefully placed it in the receptacle.

"Okay," Adina breathed, though her voice was scratchy and uneven. "Aliens. We have to talk to the aliens." John laughed, suddenly and unsteadily.

"Welcome back to the land of the living!" he joked, "Your entire planet is probably dead and there's a real alien ship knocking on the door — have a Slurpee!" Adina laughed, too, even though it made her head scream and her guts ache harder than ever.

John got to work setting up the channel. The frequency the aliens were using was unorthodox, but easy to replicate. But Adina felt like the entire ship was spinning like a top, her badly dehydrated and starving body wobbling all around her. God knew how much more time the aliens were going to give them to talk — for all she knew, the initial message was, "You're trespassing, respond immediately or we'll turn you into space dust."

And then the computer had asked for a confirmation, then proceeded to wake up five pods in careful succession, then handed out a lunch pack, and then finally informed Adina that there had been a message.

"I can't do this, I'm gonna pass out," Adina breathed. Holy shit, she felt like human garbage. The word "dizzy" came nowhere near this sensation. John watched Adina with bloodshot eyes and shaking fingers.

"I, I know of something that'll help."

It took ages, but they finally ended up in the medbay, and John pulled a small bottle out of a hiding spot so out-of-the-way there was no way in hell he hadn't been the one to stash it there.

"Doctor Harrison?" Adina said cautiously as John found a syringe. "Did you smuggle drugs onto an international, interstellar spaceship?" John looked at her like he was confused, eyes wide and lips parted as he held his items. He blinked once, and for a moment he looked every bit like a kid caught breaking the rules red-handed.

"It's a performance enhancer."

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The aliens looked like exactly what would happen if a lion and a hyena had a baby and it came out a dinosaur.

There was no sense of size with the video feed, but she could tell by their eyes that they were huge. Her guess was a meter and a half at the head, which was well bigger than both Earthly carnivores. The scales on their bodies were thick and healthy, with Paxie's being a glimmering maroon and the other's some kind of iridescent purple-green. Both monsters had jaws that were definitely designed to crush sturdy bones, but Paxie was bigger and had longer teeth. The other one's shoulder spikes were thicker, and its head was more aerodynamic.

These drugs were something else. Adina almost couldn't feel her body right now, which was exactly what she needed. Her brain was running on overdrive and she could feel it, but she was keeping pace like a thoroughbred. These aliens were large carnivores with adaptations for high levels of sunlight, dry air, blunt force trauma, fast-moving targets, and strong prey. Something like this and smart enough to have an instant universal translator could do whatever the hell it wanted with The Solstice and still have time for lunch afterwards.

God, Adina was starving.

"Captain Ramirez, Lieutenant Harrison, please excuse us," Paxie choked before turning off the translator. The other one said something in their unfiltered language.

"What do we do?" John whispered.

"They're trying to be friendly," Adina uttered. "Hopefully they mean it."

"Are we betting the last members of humanity on that thing's friendliness?" John said.

Adina watched Paxie. Their appearance set off alarm bells all across Adina's brain. But she couldn't tell how much was basic instinct and how much was logical caution. And if she was being honest with herself, she'd probably never in her life been this mentally compromised. High on some weird stimulant and staring an honest-to-God intelligent alien in the face while the death of her entire species was pounding on the walls, she knew if there was another choice in leadership, she'd have to tap out immediately.

But she was the first biologist lucky enough to wake up, and she'd finished her thesis a year before John.

"We don't have a choice," she breathed shakily, trying to school her expression. She was the leader of the human species right now.

She was not ready for this.

"No matter what happens, we're at these people's mercy," she whispered. "The best we can do is appease them until we get our bearings." John sighed raggedly, and Adina could see from the corner of her eye that his hands were shaking badly again. Hers probably were, too. She couldn't look at them. She just kept watching Paxie, because she was in charge now, and everything she had ever known depended on her getting everyone through this alive.

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Paxie tried to keep their breathing even as the shuttle hissed and trundled towards the alien ship. Both sides had agreed that there was no need for the ancient ship to adjust its course; the Xoixe vessel could adjust and keep pace with it without any trouble. Paxie thought it a clever enough resolution, since the composition of the ancient ship's fuel was so foreign it wasn't yet clear if anyone could make more.

Paxie wasn't scared. Of course not. These creatures, unnerving as they were, posed no threat. They were small and their machinery, upon closer inspection, was in a bad way. And it was no wonder, with how long they'd been adrift and asleep. But Paxie would be lying outright if they said they weren't intimidated by the task of assimilating these things. Of course it would turn out that when they finally got a chance to make first contact, they got the most unusual creatures in the universe. It was just their luck.

The boarding party was comprised of three individuals. Paxie had flexed their authority to afford themself a seat with only a hint of shame. The second person was another Xoixe, Ensign Kime, a xenomedic. The third individual was the most important of the group.

Sergeant Klte was a Qomo, one of the smaller species in the Xoixe's catalog of allies. Given the delicate and relatively defenseless physiology of the new aliens, Paxie had determined that Klte would be the best received as the face of the alliance. Klte, like all of its kind, stood on four thin legs, each ended with three hooked claws. It rose up on an elegant, slim torso, four thin arms with four claws each sprouting from reedy shoulders. Its head was sleek and mostly featureless, its face consisting only of a thin, lipless line for a mouth and a pair of large, black eyes. The pale skin that looked much softer than it felt completed the look of a spindly, almost harmless individual.

Paxie was quite proud of themself. Klte was downright cute, and the aliens would surely warm up to its lanky and pale appearance. Especially since the two species shared compatible atmospheric needs.

The boarding ship rotated slightly and decelerated, then made a low-pitched rattle. The clamps were secured. A moment later, there was a brief, deep hiss, and the airlock doors unlocked and slid open.

Captain Ramirez and Lieutenant Harrison both stood in the hall, and they had to look up to meet Paxie's eyes. Paxie dipped their nose respectfully before speaking, and the translator repeated their words in a small speaker on the outside of their environment suit.

"May we come aboard?"

Ramirez and Harrison looked at Paxie and Kime with wide eyes. But when Harrison noticed Klte, they… flinched.

And then Ramirez gasped quietly.

Paxie glanced back at Klte, concern worrying at their stomach. Perhaps these weren't fear responses. As a prey species, these newcomers could have mannerisms a Xoixe simply didn't understand.

"Please, follow us," Ramirez said, and both of the small creatures turned and walked into the ship. Paxie was going to lead, but the tunnels in this vessel were… tight. Being a carrier, Paxie was about as big as Xoixes got, and they weren't confident in their ability to move around in such a claustrophobic space, especially with their full environment suit on. They turned to Klte.

"Go ahead; I might have trouble."

"Aye, sir," Klte hissed in its rasping voice. It clicked forward, and Paxie also allowed Kime to pass before finally stepping in and bringing up the rear.

Paxie couldn't see well over Kime's shoulders, but they heard the moment when Klte popped the seal on its helmet. Ramirez gasped again, something struck the metal floor, and Kime halted abruptly.

"What happened?" Paxie barked, perking their ears against the inside of the helmet.

"Nothing, we're all fine," Ramirez replied. Kime tried to look backwards, but there was no room in the tight hall. Paxie shifted, trying to get any kind of view, but their helmet just smacked against the cable routing in the top of the hall. They gritted their teeth.

"Admiral," Kime uttered, and she had turned off her translator. Paxie did the same.

"Yes?"

"I don't have a good understanding of their chemical biology yet, but these creatures are exhibiting signs of extreme stress."

Paxie watched Kime's back as they all clamored through the corridors. "You're my eyes, Ensign."

"Their muscles are tense, eye movement is rapid as far as I can tell, hypersensitivity to sound and visual input, and I may be detecting altered blood-flow."

Paxie held back a self-deprecating sigh. They had truly thought Klte's appearance would be soothing, but there must have been something about it that set off the new aliens. Paxie couldn't help but wonder what possible characteristic a Qomo had that was unsettling.

"We'll see if distance with Sergeant Klte will make a difference," Paxie said. "Hopefully our new friends will be comfortable enough joining us to tell us what's happening here."

#writing #writeblr #humans are space orcs #sci fi #Fayte writes #barely edited #like really truely I gave this a cursory glance at best #I'm a little impatient to post this since it's been so long #anyway

[thelovelyybonesuniverse]

TW (eating disorders / mental illness): if you do not already have an eating disorder or are in recovery - please block my account as what is posted here is likely very triggering. I also use this space to post about my struggles with other mental illnesses. I am diagnosed bipolar II, have OCD & social anxiety.

ABOUT ME: I have had an eating disorder I was 11 years old. For most of my life it was atypical anorexia. The only person I’ve told in the entire 21 years is my psychiatrist. I’m sure it was very apparent to my Dad growing up as I was extremely strict and obsessive with calories, restriction, fasting & exercise etc.. and couldn’t really hide it. I have had periods of “recovery” and periods of relapse. I have never been normal about food or my body. In the last few years I have also somehow developed binge eating disorder, which is miserable & ruining my life. I have no idea how it’s possible to have both ED’s but here I am. I am pro-recovery, and do not wish this on anyone. This is just a safe place for my thoughts.

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SHE/HER | AGE: 32 | HEIGHT: 5’4” | CW: 217.8lbs

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SW: 244.1lbs

GW 1: 230 ✔️ (03.15.24)

GW 2: 220 ✔️ (04.10.24)

GW 3: 210

GW 4: 200

GW 5: 190

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BINGE FREE: 3 days 🦋 | updated: April 23rd

[secretlystephaniebrown]

by any chance do you have an existing rec list for linda and wally? or know of one?

Okay so the THING with Wally and Linda is that they are the DEFINITION of a slowburn romance so my initial reaction was, unfortunately: "uh... the entire Mark Waid Wally Flash run?"

But that's an incredibly long reading list by any definition so for specific issues and a breakdown:

The Beginnings of a Beautiful Friendship:

The Flash (1987-2009) #28

The Flash (1987-2009) #31-33

The Flash (1987-2009) #36 (Linda experiences workplace discrimination and Wally comes to her aid)

The Flash (1987-2009) #49

The Flash (1987-2009) #61

Opposites Attract?:

The Flash (1987-2009) #66 (first …date? Wally's trying okay)

The Flash (1987-2009) #69 (nice.)

The Flash (1987-2009) #73

The Flash (1987-2009) #75

The Flash (1987-2009) #80-83

Working as a Team:

The Flash (1987-2009) #92

The Flash (1987-2009) #95-100

The Flash (1987-2009) #101-104

The Flash (1987-2009) #106

The Flash (1987-2009) #108-111

The Flash (1987-2009) Annual #10

The Wedding:

The Flash (1987-2009) #142

The Flash (1987-2009) #144

The Flash (1987-2009) #153-158

The Flash (1987-2009) #159 (no seriously! it's forreal this time!

The Flash (1987-2009) #163

Building a Family (pay attention to CWs):

The Flash (1987-2009) #189

The Flash (1987-2009) #197-200 CW: Miscarriage, Targeted Violence Toward Pregnant Person

The Flash (1987-2009) #217 (Linda and Wally reunite after their break)

The Flash (1987-2009) #224-225 CW: Miscarriage, Targeted Violence Toward Pregnant Person, PTSD-like Reliving Trauma

Infinite Crisis (2006-2007) #4

JLA Classified (2005-2008) #49

Family Life:

The Brave and the Bold (2007-2010) #8

The Flash (1987-2009) #231-269

Happy reading, and happy falling in love with one of the best comic couples ever!

#Wally West #Linda Park #Wallinda #LindaWally #The Flash #comic recs #Steph Replies #asks #anon #anonymous #Steph Reads Comics

[maycat-19-142]

Harry styles react to you going on the masked singer

Summary: you go on the USA masked singer as the demon and get to the final episode and your Fiance is a guest judge

⚠️: fem reader

"Now the final singer of the night" nick cannon yells "the demon" you walk out large wing in your back as you strut up

You clue plays and you start your song. "Cinderella dead"

"I was 19 in a white dress you called me you princess" Jenny and Nichole are starting and dancing while Robin and ken is praising you. Harry is vibing to you song

"I forgot I was a bad one" you sing to a now crying Nicole. You finish your song and nick comes back on stage.

"That was amazing demon" he told you"why did you pick it"

"2 reasons" you say with you voice distorted "one i have been thought sometimes similar and it is my sisters favorite song right now"

"That is a good reason" to replied "now let's hear from the panel"

"That was amazing i feel every word" Robin said "I see why you make it to the final episode"

"It was amazing and I have a guess" ken saids as Jenny groans "in the clue in episode 4 it said you are a actress and with a singer so I was thinking Celine Dion"

Harry's mouth was opened in shock "I disagree" from what I see i think she is Gal Gadot or Tyler swift" the crowed laughed at the last one as you are sent back stage to get ready for the revel

You walk on stage with you fellow finalist the moth and ant "now the first contestant unmasking is ... the ant" nick said sadly. Harry got him right with Bruno Mars.

Nick got back to you and the moth and the winner of season 9 "the winner of masked singer season 9 is the demon"

You start jumping up and down and hugging the moth who congrats you, the moth was Kendall jenner

Now you getting unmasked

Ken: Celine Dion

Robin: Bella hadid

Jenny: Salena gomes

Harry: Taylor swift

Nicole: Carmen Electra

"Now the moment we have been waiting for" nick yelled "take it off take it off take it off take it off take it off" the crowd yells as you take of you mask

"Oscar winning actress y/n l/n and fiance of harry styles" nick yelled to the panel. Harry head in his hands as he shakes his head and muttering "how did i not know we're getting married"

"I GOT HER RIGHT" ken yelled happily jumping up and down for 3 minutes

"Sit down" nick said dryly then he said to you "Ok talk to the panel"

"So y/n how does it feel to be unmasked" robin asked you

"So good it is 101.5 degrees in there" you say in to your microphone

"And how do you know that" ken asked

"I checked" you say "had my temp took after I was on stage"

"How did I not realize" Harry said looking shocked

"Because one i was at a "photo shoot" and two you don't notice" you laugh at him

"What was the scythe in the clue packaging mean" nicole asked

"My first big movie was as rand in the arc of scythe" you replied "also the rabbit in the clue packaging was to represent my newest role of hexilent in the TV show corpses"

"Why does a rabbit represent hexilent" Harry asked

"Have not read the book" you say acting fake offended "hexilent is a summoner and her biggest sommon is a 217 foot tall rabbit name hopcules"

"When does it start streaming" nick asked

"August 11 on the CW" you said "updates every Monday"

"Ok to sing unmasked for the first time and with winner of masked singer season 9 Oscar winning actress y/n l/n" nick yelled as you start to sing Cinderella dead again

♥︎♡♡♡♥︎♡♡♡♥︎♡♡♡♥︎♡♡♡♥︎♡♡♡♥︎♡

I just had the urge to write for harry styles so here we are. Have a good day and night 🌙

Pixie out 🧚‍♀️

#pixie #pixie rants #fluff #x reader #fem reader #harry styles #harry styles x reader #masked #singers #demon

[sailtomarina]

HPFWG's 2024 Point-of-View Workshop, Day 2

Day 1, Day 2, Day 3, Day 4, Day 5

Write a Drabble in 300 words or less using 2nd person point of view 

Bonus: show us who the narrator is and why you’ve chosen 2nd person pov.

cw: violence

There’s an itch in your throat that begs a wetting, the sort of warm, thick quench that only comes from one source. You know just the place to go.

It’s the home of a man who’s made your life and that of others like you a living nightmare. His smell lingers far outside the walls. In the grass where his feet trod. Along the stone wall he maintains with petty magic. All these trappings, and for what? He’s basically inviting you in to prove just how pointless his neat little life is.

There’s an open window when you approach, and you nearly weep at the ease of it all. With your muse hanging at her fullest, there’s no chance the man will survive intact. One way or another, he will carry a piece of you with him forever.

It happens quickly. In this form as you are, it isn’t until your mouth is full with its pound of flesh that you realise the skin is too soft. The pound is more like a featherweight. Then you hear a whimpering far too high in pitch. Have you been tricked?

This isn’t him.

This is a boy.

His son.

Licking your lips one last time to clean them, you savour the sweet blood. This is what innocence tastes like.

217 WC

I'm trying to get in more practice not only with point of views, but also with horror and suspense since I've got a project in the works where I need more of that tone than my usual fluff.

#harry potter fanfiction #harry potter microfic #writing workshop #fenrir greyback #remus lupin #violence

[pawnshopsouls]

Salem-217 || House of Shards || Dreams and the Aether Tree

There’s a shimmer in the leaves of the Aether plant, a gentle windless rattle, as the presence of something calls to it through the aether. Light shines from its radiant leaves as a sense of peace and warmth radiates to the land around it. Calm. Peace. Tranquility. Light and energy that fills the emptiness about it and sharpens the minds it touches. It must shine—must shine for all to see and feel, to enjoy the nourishing light of its Sovereign far away...

Salem-217 awoke with a start, the image of a glowing figure beckoning to him still in his mind. Chauncey appeared to his right bobbing as his guardian sat up.

“You alright Salem?”

“Yeah, yeah,” Salem-217 said, running a hand through his hair. “I just had a weird dream. The little ether plant was shining but it wasn’t from the Ether. It was from some other being in another universe, one that was all glowing and made of... I dunno, Light but not Light if that makes sense? I dunno, it was...”

He shook his head, his voice trailing off as he pushed the dream aside. Such a strange dream but not the worst he had. “What about you Chauncey? Anything new happen while I was..” His voice trailed off when he saw his ghost staring at something behind him. Furrowing his brow, Salem turned and stopped, his mouth agape at what he saw.

“You mean like that?” Chauncey asked, nodding to a shining glow behind the warlock.

There, where a medium size shrub had been now grew a small tree, its leaves a shimmering and glowing green with white veins. Slowly, Salem-217 approached it, gazing in awe at the small tree.

“It’s growing,” he breathed, noting the near foot and a half difference in height since he last saw it.

“Yeah,” Chauncey agreed and gyrated as a quick calculation went through his mind. “And if it keeps growing like that, it’s gonna choke this place out in no time.”

Salem winced and bit his cheek. “We need teh move it,” he said uneasily. “We need teh move it teh somewhere wide open but hard teh get teh. Somewhere with good ground ‘n’ energy it can feed on.”

Chauncey glanced over at Salem, his circular blue eye watching him carefully. “You know Yyventriz isn’t going to like that.”

Salem winced and sucked in a breath. “Yeah... but if we don’t want this tree teh choke us out in this place, we need teh move it. Fer it’s sake as well as ours.”

The ghost hummed and gyrated. “Ok, any idea where to take it?”

Salem gave a shrug and shook his head. “I dunno, but we better start lookin’ before it gets any bigger. ‘Cause teh be honest, I wasn’t exactly expectin’ this little aether shrub turn inteh a proper tree. That’s worryin’.”

Chance bobbed and canted himself to one side. “True, but we have seen weirder than this.”

“Yeah,” Sal conceded, pushing himself to his knees. “So let’s get teh work before things decide to get even weirder.”

#¢::Passin'Gossip::¢ #ic #status #ic status #salem #salem-217 #salem and the ether tree #aether tree #Destiny 2!verse #destiny #destiny 2 #destiny verse #drabble #ficlet #long post #cw long post #long post cw #house of shards #salem 217 #salem217

[daintydemon666]

NEW ACCOUNT ALERT!! 🚨 EDBLR INTRO 🖤🥳✨💀

Here to track my progress make some ED/Ana friends and share th1nspø

Lil bout me:

I use she/her pronouns

Ive had ed for a while now 4 years on and off. My goal is to get to my ugw by New Years or im probably gonna delete this account. This account is to keep me encouraged

STATS:

Sw: 217

Lw: 150

Cw: 185 😵🔫

Gw1: 172 🔒

Gw2: 164🔒

Gw3: 155🔒

Gw4: 139🔒

Gw5: 120🔒

UGW: 117 LBS🔒🎉🥇🤩

Side note: This is Halloween themed because that’s my deadline to make gw3 also autumn skinny is hella aesthetic so it’s more encouraging for me.

BLOCK DON’T REPORT🙇🏾‍♀️😭 😡🙏🏾

#ana moots #ana trigger #anorex14 #ed not sheeren #i need to lose so much weight #looking for moots #tw ana fast #ed dairy #edblrr #ed bllog #ed intro #ed inspo #ana miaa #anablr #ana dairy

[anmiruzu]

31 Daydreams of Halloween Event Lineup (2023)

{rules/prompts}

(you can still request! ^^)

october first,

aquamarine hoshino ⟡ a little cold? ⟡ {-182 words; fluff-} ⟡ (prompt 03: “you’re shivering. do you want my jacket?”)

october second,

riddle rosehearts ⟡ to skip and go trick-or-treating ⟡ {-472 words; fluff-} ⟡ (prompt 06: “what do you mean you’ve never gone trick or treating before!?”)

october third,

cater diamond ⟡ it isn’t that bad, right? ⟡ {-134 words; fluff-} ⟡ (prompt 12: "i love you, i swear i do, but we're not wearing matching costumes.")

october fourth,

ace trappola ⟡ oops {-183 words; fluff-} ⟡ (prompt 08: “well… you grabbed my hand first”)

october fifth,

lilia vanrouge ⟡ attempting to scare briar valley's halloween ambassdor ⟡ {-180 words; fluff-} ⟡ (prompt 17: “i know you’re trying to be scary but you’re just way too cute.”)

october sixth,

jamil viper ⟡ into a haunted house with jamil {-137 words; fluff-} ⟡ (prompt 26: “that kind of scared me.” / “don’t worry i’ll protect you.”)

october seventh,

sabito ⟡ you got some leaves there ⟡ {-116 words; fluff-} ⟡ (prompt 01: "you have a leaf in your hair")

october eighth,

senjuro rengoku ⟡ it’s ticklish! ⟡ {-136 words; fluff-} ⟡ (prompt 16: "stop squirming! you’re gonna mess up your face paint!")

october ninth,

ai hoshino ⟡ no! ⟡ {-210 words; fluff-} ⟡ (prompt 02: "leave some candy for the kids!")

october tenth,

jamil viper ⟡ a bloody ghost or not? {-273 words; fluff-} ⟡ (prompt 25: “What happened? Let me help you!” / “Relax, the blood is fake.”)

october eleventh,

nene yashiro ⟡ a sleepy morning ⟡ {-160 words; fluff-} ⟡ (prompt 09: "i really appreciate that you're getting into the halloween spirit, but it's eight in the morning.")

october twelfth,

sabito ⟡ caught in the act ⟡ {-189 words; fluff-} ⟡ (prompt 07: “it says to take one, love”)

october thirteenth,

mitsuri kanroji ⟡ too scared? ⟡ {-224 words; fluff-} ⟡ (prompt 20: "Come on. It can't be that bad.")

october fourteenth,

genya shinazugawa ⟡ not like yours is any better ⟡ {-264 words; fluff-} ⟡ (prompt 28: “That’s your favorite candy? you have shit taste.”)

october fifteenth,

tanjiro kamado ⟡ just a little ⟡ {-190 words; fluff-} ⟡ (prompt 10: “Oh, I see. Is someone a little scared?)

october sixteenth,

mitsuri kanroji ⟡ candy corn is good! {-208 words; fluff-} ⟡ (prompt 29: “Ew candy corn?” / “What? This candy is hated for no reason. It’s good!”)

october seventeenth,

azul ashengrotto ⟡ a late night scare ⟡ {-268 words; fluff-} ⟡ (prompt 14: “Don’t scare me like that!”)

october eighteenth,

hanako (amane yugi) ⟡ another day, another apparition to deal with ⟡ {-281 words; fluff-} ⟡ (prompt 27: “Who you gonna call?” / “Ghostbusters?”)

october nineteenth,

ace trappola ⟡ too early for this shit ⟡ {-217 words; fluff-} ⟡ {-cw: profanity-} ⟡ (prompt 22: “They say 3am is the witching hour. wanna test that out?”)

discontinued </3 (not enough requests)

#kimetsu no yaiba #kny #demon slayer #jibaku shounen hanako kun #toilet bound hanako kun #twisted wonderland #twst #oshi no ko #onk #kimetsu no yaiba x reader #kny x reader #demon slayer x reader #jibaku shounen hanako kun x reader #toilet bound hanako kun x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #oshi no ko x reader #onk x reader

[monsterenergylvvr]

progress tracker

(this is embarrassing as fuck i’ve done this so many times)

Height: 5’7

Age: 20

Hw/Sw: 245lbs (03/19/24)

Cw: 240.8lbs (03/24/24)

Gw: 134lbs

Ugw: 100lbs

Rewards💸

[ ] 235lbs - food scale

[ ] 225lbs - cute workout set

[ ] 200lbs - shein cart

[ ] 180lbs - hair cut

[ ] 160lbs - a few new clothing items

[ ] 140lbs - new makeup

[ ] 134lbs - dream wardrobe

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#ana bllog #anatumblr #@na rules #disordered eating cw #disordered eating mention #⭐ving #st4rv3 #⭐ve #st4rv1ng #pro4ana #ana rant #i will reach my ugw #ugw #gw2 #i need to lose so much weight #weight loss #i need to lose this weight #@n0r3xia #@ana #@n@ tips #@na buddy

[gottawhump]

Not Her Place

217/Mercy

CW/TW: whumper turned whumpee, drugging, BBU/WRU, aftermath of torture, blood. Facility tones. A snippet of Mercy’s time with that rogue pet lib group.

“Please,” the man says. There’s blood on his white T-shirt, some more on the black shorts. Some spattered on the white tiled floor.

Trainee, her mind supplies, but it’s wrong. There’s no barcode on his wrist.

“Sh, easy,” she tries to soothe. It’s harder to place the needle when they’re tense, hurts them more. Pain is the point, someone else said, but she doesn’t like it.

“I am sorry,” he says. “I will never—I quit WRU!”

A Handler. Former Handler, no longer under WRU’s protection. Didn’t hide himself or protect himself well enough afterward, so got picked up a few months afterward by this group, to be punished for his crimes against humanity and squeezed for his WRU intel.

He’s not innocent, they told her. No Handler is. They rescued a pet from his home, a Domestic. Mercy didn’t meet the Pet, placed in a distant safehouse.

She has to believe what she’s told.

She believes what she sees. Fear. Pain. Blood.

He flinches away when she reaches to stroke his hair back, his eyes wide and focussed on the hypodermic in her other hand.

“What is it?” Asks the Handler dressed as a Trainee. “Red? Purple?”

“Sleep. An end to pain.” Temporary. She doesn’t say that.

There’s no belief in his eyes, but he finally holds still, holds out his arm loose and ready for the needle to slide into a vein. He sighs when the medicine takes hold, slumping in a loose heap on the floor.

She wonders how long they’ll keep this one. How long she’ll spend repairing damage done only to see her careful stitches ripped open, healing scars opened into new wounds. The futility tastes bitterly familiar.

This is not her place.

Taglist: @simplygrimly @justplainwhump @painful-pooch @whumpinggrounds @whumpsday

#pet whump #bbu/wru #aftermath of torture #facility-adjacent whump #involuntary drugging #blood #bad pet lib

[crazybutgood]

Hello! Here's the second part of the poetry reclist series! Part 2's recs are all by me, featuring more works written as specific types of poems. Banner is by the lovely @getawayfox! Find Part 1 here

Trochaic octameter:

Once Upon a Midnight Drarry by @mxmaneater (T, 1155) (Draco/Harry)

"Once upon a midnight Drarry, while I penned some snark from Harry..."

Yeah, I'm not kidding. I rewrote all 18 stanzas into a Drarry short - come read some meter and boys kissing!

Ballad:

Peeves’ Ballad by @mars-bar81 (T, 217) (Draco/Harry)

Peeves witnesses something interesting during the night...

Acrostic poem:

A Map Of Us by @peachpety (T, 332) (Draco/Harry)

Toe-to-head landmarks lead Harry on a journey through his relationship with Draco.

Sonnet:

Sonorous Sonnet by @vukovich (T, 150) (Draco/Harry)

For Drarry Drabble Challenge, August, 2021. Prompt: "Hold My Butterbeer."

[POETRY] Sonnet: "You bathed with Luna, too fatigued to care" by @julcheninred (NR, 106) (Hermione & Luna) (CW: Implied/Referenced Torture)

Hermione and Luna share a rough first night at Shell Cottage.

[POETRY] Sonnet: "They sent us to the greenhouses today" by @julcheninred  (NR, 105) (Draco/Harry)

There's nothing like a big whomping thunderstorm to clear the air.

Pantoum:

heartstrings/concentric by @softlystarstruck (G, 182) (Draco/Harry)

Ouroboros, eating my own tail,

circling around my affection;

afraid to cough it up at his feet, yet

terrified that the words will never come.

[POETRY] Pantoum: "The air is thick. I’m sweating through my clothes" by @julcheninred (G, 152) (Draco/Harry)

Draco contemplates the subtle science and exact art of brewing metaphors.

Blackout poetry:

Blackout poetry of @magpiefngrl’s fics 

Blackout poetry of @floydig’s microfic 

Blackout poetry of @phd-mama’s fic 

Mixed/Others:

The Thing I Hate About You by @diligent-thunder (M, 1030) (Draco/Harry)

An epistolary of a poet and his future lover, in which Draco is annoyed, Harry is a messy little shit, Blaise is a Bad Friend, and shit goes down in a flood of gin and hot chips. Ultimately, Draco laments his inability to master his heart, and oh so dramatically falls apart.

[POETRY] Terza Rima: "...Then Pansy threw a snowball at your head" by @julcheninred (NR, 107) (Draco/Harry) (CW: Grief/Mourning)

Crabbe's birthday is difficult for Draco.

[POETRY] Sestina: "Sometimes I dream I'm bleeding from my scars" by @julcheninred (NR, 332) (Draco/Harry) (CW: Implied/Referenced Abuse, Suicidal Thoughts) 

Draco's not okay, but he will be.

[POETRY] Villanelle: "The map says Malfoy's sneaking out at night" by @julcheninred (NR, 150) (Draco/Harry) 

Harry's just keeping a concerned, helpful eye on Draco, is all.

#reclist #mine #cbg recs #banner by #getawayfox #poetry #rec #part 2 #fic rec #drarry #hermione granger #luna lovegood #q