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(an idea that probably already exists) but what if, instead of a child, it was an adult who had fallen? 🤔
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Mine
Chosen: Part 4 (Part 1, Part 3)
For @sterekdrabbles
Prompts: scent, obscene, contain
T | 100w | mating bites | mating bonds
Derek stilled as his senses expanded and were overwhelmed all at once. The obscene sound that Stiles made when his flesh was pierced. The taste of blood rich on his tongue as the bond flared to life, letting him not only scent but feel the arousal and pain, the joy and nervousness, that his mate did.
His mate.
Derek growled with pleasure, unable to contain himself. His wolf was at the forefront, possessive and impatient to sink into Stiles elsewhere. Everywhere. He withdrew his fangs and licked the healing skin clean, reveling at the sight of the permanent claim.
Mine.
Part 5
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Advanced Blebology
I will now go over every type of Bleb in Cosmonious High
Basic Bleb: Default type of Bleb that is mainly found held by Xip but they are also found in Xip's locker and in at least one dustpile. They can be recolored with any fluid not mentioned below and leave a trail of paint as they move.
Blatte: Found by feeding Coffeen to a bleb. They have zigzag particles surrounding them.
Blebana: Found by feeding a bleb either a babana (small banana that is purple and has yellow stars) or honk sauce/ediblium. They cannot be eaten but they apparently smell nice.
Blebble: Found by snaring a bleb in a bubble. They float about the ground and are see through. They have bubbles coming off them at all times. These were Xip's favorite type of blebs as a trisktot (young child).
Frozen Bleb: made by freezing a bleb; either by using ice powers or by placing the bleb in either of the two freezers (found in Chemosophy and in the Cafe). They freeze any fluid they touch before eating the resulting ice cubes. They cannot be squished. They have snowflake particles coming off of them.
Holographic/Holofoil Bleb: Shiny and can be found in the giant bleb maze in the grand hall.
Love Bleb: Can be created by using mindreading to feed a bleb the non-babana food they are thinking of. They have heart particles coming off of them.
Metal Bleb: Found either in the Wind/telekinesis grand hall maze or by applying metalliagem to a bleb. They cannot squish. Metal Bleb bearings are used by the best fabricators in the universe in all their moving parts. Xip may be biased however.
Molten Bleb: Found via setting a bleb on fire or feeding it Fren's Spicium. Set anything they touch aflame (luckily bipids, flans, trisk, and prismis are fireproof). Live in the magma pits of Goopiter.
Oil Bleb: Found in the hallway water/telekinesis/source of flame bleb maze. Slippery and leave a trail of oil as they move.
Blank Bleb: Found by splashing a bleb with water: wind not required. Absolute blank slate.
Pearl Bleb: Found in the Bleb maze on Xip's balcony. Formed in Cosmoysters for at least a decade. Do not squish.
Planet Bleb: Found by putting a bleb in the Astralgebra planetizer. Float in the air and any object/bleb close enough will be caught in the planet bleb's orbit.
Planetball Bleb: found by throwing a bleb threw a planetball hoop. They are bouncy due to planetballs being made partially out of bouncium. Are against planetball regulation (amoung with bouncium coated planetballs).
Rainbow Bleb/Rainbleb(?): found via feeding a bleb one of Dr. Roscope's secret CinnaMoon formulas. They have shimmery particles and shift between every color of the rainbow.
Sparkle/Glitter Bleb: Found in the closet bleb maze. They have a shimmery particle effect and are outlawed in some places because glitter.
Tele-Bleb: Found by throwing a bleb through the portals in the Chemosophy super-collider. They teleport whenever they jump.
Ultimate Bleb: Given by Xip when you collect all other types of blebs. Grown on Xip's family blebfarm and other blebs will follow this little despot wherever they go. Cannot be transformed into different types of blebs.
Void Bleb: Found by throwing a bleb into one of the black hole trashcans. Yes; blebs can survive a black hole.
Worldender Bleb: Found either by giving Worldender a bleb or by completing Speks' sidestory. Evidently worldenders parasitely infest blebs for a few years before adulthood. It is safe to presume that blebs survive this process.
#cosmonious high#blebs#blebology 101#Xip#longpost#long post#Speks#Fren#Worldender#Dr. Roscope#bipid#flan#trisk#prismi
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New Years At Trisk
Kae: [New Years Eve at @ClubTrisk had been amazing. @LaBellaDroga had arranged charity events for both #Trisk’s Christmas celebration as well as wonderful gathering for the ball drop at the crossing over of the New Year. The walls had been decorated elegantly for both events, the party attendees were dressed in their finest attire; submissives and slaves sleek necks were gracefully decked in cherished jeweled collars that reflected brilliantly in the low festive lighting.
My Dom for the night was Master Joel. Master Marcos had left me in his care while he took leave from the club. Master Joel was a kind and patient master which was exactly what I needed and appreciated right now. It was hard to part with Master Marcos, but trusted his judgment when he assured me he was leaving me in capable hands.
I had to admit I felt a fissure of exhilaration rush through me when I’d seen the dress Master Joel had procured for the evening. A lovely silk and lace couture gown with an empire waist. The loose material falling over the fronts of my smooth, toned legs was heavenly with each step I took. I felt so spoiled in the exquisite garment. My fingertips luxuriate in the finely woven fibers as my forearm stayed tucked around Master Joel’s crooked bicep and forearm throughout the night. He’d kept constant touch on my body, a gentle caress over my face accompanied with a well mannered compliment, or a warm palm held lightly over the contour of my lower back while we strolled through the festive crowd.
Thinking over the night I remembered fondly witnessing a scene transpiring between one of the Doms at the club and his sub. @DominanceOfGift was demonstrating his talent with wax candles, @BendinToHisWill writhing in a slow burning, building bliss. Her caramel highlighted head lolls, her sleek glistening body glimmering in the lights that shone down on her beautifully arched in restraintants body. My own body heats as my keen hearing picks up the subtle staggered breathy and aroused moan as it escapes her painted lips. The hot drips fall over her alabaster skin, causing another more vigorous tremble to wash over her hypersensitive form. Her mind on the edge of subspace as the endorphins begin to flood her system.
The entire scene is erotic, and feels so intimate in the exchanges between @DominanceOfGift and @BendinToHisWill. @DominanceOfGift is so reassuring with @BendinToHisWill, keeping a light touch on her during his ministrations. Her sight and hearing senses were deprived by the headphones and blindfold, but she never had to worry he had left her. I felt almost as if I was intruding just by viewing it, yet it had me so intrigued.
A hesitant gaze lifted to Master Joel’s completely rapt attention as his light blue eyes remained locked on the scene.
I swallowed down my nerves, offering him a warm smile as we move over to the bidding and raffle area. I clear my raffle ticket from my clutch to check the number and squeak out a cheer in surprise when I’m selected as the winner for a trip for two.
All the excitement of the night and time with Master Joel had gone by in a blur after that. I’d awoken the day after the event a little buzzed from the drinks.]
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Making brigid’s crosses for Imbolc
Had a lot of failed attempts but these I’m really happy with how they turned out!
#Brigids day#paganism#celtic druidism#my art#super happy about the triske one because I just love the triskelion so much
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This is Lenk! One of my Cosmonious High OCs!
Lenk hopes to be a great writer one day, currently writing… Quite a bit of ‘Pirates of the Gooniverse’ fanfic. And also has terrible eating habits, usually just chugging ediblium sometimes literally just because.
I mean. He’s a writer. Ofc he has terrible eating habits tbh.
Main & top-right graphic below the cut.
Reblogs > Likes! (Especially for art!)
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Sisters forever 💜❤️
#undertale#fanart#undertale fanart#frisk undertale#frisk fanart#frisk#undertale frisk#undertale au#trisk Kami
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*rocks back and forth waiting to see how fucked I am*
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Love Me Quietly, but Love Me
Fandom: The Hollows - Kim Harrison
Rated: M
No archive warnings apply
Word count: 885
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Relationships: Quen Hanson/Trisk Cambri Kalamack
Characters: Quen Hanson, Trisk Cambri Kalamack
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Quen and Trisk begin an affair in the 1960s.
Written for the 2023 Candy Hearts Exchange.
This fic was posted in 2023. I'm sharing it now because I want my Tumblr to have a nicely organized link to each of my fics. Some I've shared with such inconsistent tags I can't find the links myself, and many I've never blogged about at all!
#SpaceJackalope#fanfiction#this was written for an audience of one (1) and when that's a friend it feels as good as a smash hit let me tell ya#The Hollows#Quen Hanson#Trisk Cambri Kalamack
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Trisk meets toriel (you could say there's only one way to pass the tu-toriel 😅)
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Acceptance
Chosen: Part 3 (Part 1, Part 2)
For @sterekdrabbles
Prompts: sad, milk, kiss.
T | 100w | proposal | mating bites
“…Mieczysław.”
He wondered whether it'd been some daring infiltration or simply convincing Scott that earned Derek his ukrytnam before the Reveal.
It was all so fast — mere minutes instead of days to decide and prepare — but Stiles knew what he wanted. No more sad, lonely nights in an empty house.
"Yes," he declared, meeting that fiery gaze.
He then glanced towards his bed, past the remnants of milk and cookies, and blushed. Stiles knew what came next and was glad, for once, that his father wasn’t home.
A hungry mouth trailed kisses over his marked skin before fangs clamped down.
Part 4
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It is very hot and vancent vilentine is wearing very little shirt
okay, this was an undertaking of the century, but I managed to write something im really happy with. Vincent is more dedicated to his ridiculous getup than Jace Beleren. He wouldn't even take his cloak off for hot girl summer on Zendikar 🥵
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Feeding
Kae: Christmas season, the smell of apples and spices in the air. The cool air around my loft stirred from a cracked open window frame, the soft twinkling of white lights are lit up as I sort out and untangle the lines, replacing the burned out bulbs and stepping lightly around the boxes littered around the floor. I hold my arm up as I drape the line of lights around the Christmas tree’s top leading downward. Luna is sprawled out longways, white paws up and batting at the dangling bulbs as I string them along. I laugh lightly, a sigh escaping me as I wondered how Havyn was. She’d been distant some. Not physically distant, but mentally. I had a feeling my new friend kept something welled up deep inside. I dared not approach the subject until Havyn felt ready. She was skittish and shy from my first impressions so I tended to tread lightly and tried to do whatever I could to help her feel more comfortable and feel like she was able to open up. Over Thanksgiving we had a nice gathering. The kitchen held up through the onslaught of flour and cooking disasters we tested. All in all the meal was edible and quite pleasant with Luna and I enjoying the company of our new friends Havyn and Spaz. The last few weeks or so I hadn’t seen Havyn much between my shifts at Club Trisk. The nights were spent with me still trying to find my niche in the submissive world. I was little by little opening up myself to the lifestyle. Things at the club seeming much more calmer since the reappearance of Mistress and her rise from the dead so to speak. We had all assumed she was gone, but the Head Mistress was right at home, resuming her place at Club Trisk. I’d been keeping a bit of distance myself from Ashley, my latest fanged fan. I snort out a low laugh. She was good for a nice nip here and there between the plasma bags; at least whenever I could get away from her clingy routine, but I was growing weary with her. I shake my head, starting to add the rest of the decorations to my evergreen. The sleeves of my light sweater bunched up to my elbows while I worked. The weather was cool here in Los Angeles, nothing like the snow frost winters in Colorado. I had to admit missed the crisp mountain air, the airy hikes in the wooded lands. Maybe I’d make a visit this Christmas and see how things were doing back in my old home town of Denver. With a somber sigh thinking of Colorado I turn away from the spruce. I wondered what ever happened to Jez. I thought I’d seen her at the club briefly, a familiar sight that I often painted across a blank canvas during my trances. I still held hope I’d run into her someday. I step back from the twinkling tree, the finished product producing a satisfactory smile across my features. I move back across the room to begin the clean up and storing away of boxes when a crinkled, muffled cat meow breaks into my hearing. I lift my eyes to the window’s ledge, a damp and pinkened Spaz comes into view, his small paw clawing across my glass pane. Spaz? What the… I stumble upright, my feet skittering across the flooring toward the window. My nostrils flare out catching a strong whiff of blood. Fuck, shit, damn. Was Spaz injured? Oh Goddess no. I scoop Spaz into my arms, lifting him precariously to inspect for any cuts or damage. I swallow down in relief a moment not seeing any open wounds before my heart drops into my stomach. Havyn. Where is Havyn, Spaz? I rush out the door, the lean Siamese cat squirming free to land at my feet. Luna is scampering behind the pair of us, our pace hurried down the block toward the book shop. My heart pounds up into my throat hoping and praying with everything I had that Havyn was fine and alive. Please let her be okay. I whisper out, my hands shake as I yank the shop’s door open. A bell rings out, my calls for Havyn going unanswered as I follow the bloodied paw prints across the floor leading toward a crumbled and bloodied Havyn. Havyn, oh dear Goddess! Wake up!
Havyn: Somewhere through my subconscious I hear a voice penetrating the darkness that has been holding me under its spell. I want to rise up and answer it, my eyelids fluttering, trying to open as I hear Kaela’s voice faintly next to me. My body hurts everywhere, burning and aching. What happened? I remember glass and blood, lots of blood. I remember scraping the mark on my chest open. The possession mark placed on me by Zakradark that I wanted to get off me forever, creating a great gash that bled so much it dripped, no, streamed freely into a sink sprinkled with glass. I wanted to get rid of it and I did. Everything comes rushing back to me. The vase smashing the mirror, my fist punching a hole through the wall, the meow of Spaz as I roughly pushed him away… Oh god, Spaz! Is he okay? How long have I been out of it? I feel so weak but I finally pry my eyes open enough to see her hovering above me, next to the bed. I open my mouth to speak but nothing comes out. It takes a few tries before my voice comes out gravely. Feed… Need… Blood… I trail off. I hadn’t fed for almost a month and losing this much blood is nearly killing me. I can’t keep my eyes open anymore and they shut, darkness falling upon me again.
Kae: I blink down at Havyn with watery eyes ready to spill over. I’m trying to process what happened and what is going on. Havyn’s chest is caked with dried blood, gnarly tears into her flesh. I’m sniveling, my forearm and free hand slashing away the tears that have shed. Spaz and Luna are pacing around the foot of the bed with a whining worried cries. There are mirrored shards broken across the tiled floor of the master bathroom, red smear trails nearing the bed where I’d found Havyn laying. I snap my honey brown eyes down on her when she cracks out hoarsely that she needed blood. Yes. Blood. My fangs punch down and lengthen my pale wrist scoured over the vein with a hissing wince. My blood pools to the surface, Havyn jolted up as I lift her upper body and bring her slack mouth toward my bleeding vein. Drink, Havyn. You need to heal. My fangs pierce into my lower lip as I brace for her impending bite.
Havyn: There is liquid pouring into my mouth and I swallow convulsively. Blood, sweet blood. I want more… My mind turns feral after having been without sustenance for so long and even weak, I grab onto the arm that the blood is pouring from. My fangs pierce into the flesh, and I begin to suck the ruby liquid into my mouth. This blood is different, stronger… unlike anything I’ve tasted before. The taste is coppery with a hint of sugar and it bursts decadently on my tongue. My grip turns tighter as my strength is returning, and begins to overflow. My eyes fly open, staring into Kaela’s brown ones, locking together as I try to make myself stop. I have never ingested vampire blood before and I don’t want to stop, but she is my friend and that registers in my mind. I reluctantly pull my fangs from her, still staring at her in the eyes. I feel the pure power well up inside of me, shaking walls in the store, and lightning crashing outside.
Kae: A strike of fear laces through my being infused with a wave of lust and pleasure at the bite. My body undulates at the piercing pricks of Havyn’s razor-sharp fangs, a husky moan escaping me as I’m caught breathless. My heart drums in my ears, a faint roaring causes me to tremble in my seat half hung off the edge of the bed. I clutch Havyn’s shoulder tight, my nails digging into her flesh some as a tremendous surge of power roams over me. An indescribable heated rolling wave moves through me, the strength pushing me back. I pant out roughly, fangs peeking over my full lower bottom astounded by the shop rocking on its foundation. Her mouth and fangs disengage from my fragile wrist vein, Havyn’s pupils glowing a golden hue along with her aura which is more visible to my eyes.What the hell just happened? I’m dazed and confused, the cats are nowhere to be seen. Most likely having run off when that bolt came out nowhere. I stare completely gobsmacked down at her inclined in my arms still. What– what was that?
Havyn: I blink and lick at the blood on my lips before answering. I’m not sure to be honest Kaela. My brow furrows as I use my arms to slip myself into a sitting position, freeing her hold. I look down at my chest, the raw wound no longer there, the skin having knitted together. I absently brush at the dried blood and sigh at the amount of glass I need to pluck from my body. I look back at Kaela shyly, knowing damn well what my bite does to beings and I stutter. I… I, I’ve never had vampire blood before. Maybe it is that? Then I remember my eyes in the bathroom mirror and I bring up a hand, my fingers touching around the fragile bone sockets. What color are my eyes?
Kae: My eyes stay locked on Havyn’s soul penetrating golden pupils. She looked so different. Not from my vital healing blood, but something else more intense. I stammer out, swallowing down any nerves. Havyn mouths slowly, her voice more clearer than before yet my brain can’t distinguish the words just yet. I lave over the raw open wound over my wrist, tilting my head back to her. I’ve never had anyone have that reaction to a feeding before, Havyn. I furrow my brow, standing free from the bed after you’ve sat upright. I shift my eyes away, turning back over my shoulder as I search for a cloth to help you wash the blood free from her body. Your eyes? I drop my head with a shake as I wring out the damp cloth and return. They are gold. Do they normally change after a feeding, Havyn? I step cautious around the broken pieces of glass over the floor.
Havyn: I take in a deep breath, followed by another and another until I’m about to hyperventilate. They are gold, just like when I went crazy in the bathroom. What is wrong with me? The lightning… I remember the tempest outside as I cried, sitting in the broken glass. I look over at Kaela who has brought me a hand cloth to clean myself with. I busy myself with that, the beige terry cloth quickly turning a rusty color. I glance back at her and bite my lip for a moment before answering. No. I’ve never seen them change to that color until I destroyed the bathroom. I remember feeling intensely emotional and then when I looked into the shattered mirror, they were that color. It was storming outside as I… I stop. Part of me wants to tell Kaela the whole damn story of Zakradark and myself. Zakradark. The love I once had for him has now faded since I let loose. … it doesn’t matter. I start picking more pieces of glass out of my palm, wincing at the prickles of pain before dropping them on the nightstand. The room is silent except for the tinkle of glass as it drops to the wood.
Kae: I sit mesmerizingly quiet while watching Havyn pluck the tiny mirrored splinters from her palms. So she wasn’t attacked, or harmed by another. I guess that’s good news in a way. I remain in my thoughts a moment longer. She was still holding back. I couldn’t for the sake of me think why or what she was hiding away in her mind and memories. It was her choice to open up and share more. Heck I was still a stranger to Havyn. I couldn’t very well expect her to share her innermost thoughts and secrets. I force a calm smile on my lips, Havyn looking more rosy and robust with my blood working through her body. Placing my hand soothingly over her, trying to help keep her from hyperventilating. Calm down, Havyn, whatever it is that’s going on with you. I’m sure there’s an answer… somewhere. I sigh out, worrying the corner of my lip. Maybe it’s some new mood detector thing? I lift my shoulders trying to lighten the mood. I didn’t want my friend to worry and I was willing to do whatever I could to discover what was going on with her.
Havyn: The hand on my back is soothing and helping me to calm down. I let out a soft laugh when Kaela mentions ‘mood detector’. I sigh. I should really tell her some parts of my history. I slide my eyes over to her. There was a man… that I was in love with, but he left when I… I can’t even talk about Zakradark right now, so I go down another path, knowing that my speech is coming out broken. I lost months of my memory Kaela and I can’t get them back, no matter how hard I try. Kaela… I stare into her eyes pleadingly… I don’t think I’m an ordinary vampire like I thought I was. I swallow. Can you help… me?
Kae: My smile turns more genuine, my body easing up when my ears pick up Havyn’s gentle laughter. When I hear it’s a man problem I want to bark out a growl about no good men, but I see that hurt lingering in her eyes. Her words broken and choked up about this fellow. I sink back on the mattress to rest on my palms and contemplate all I’d just learned. She’d had her memory taken from her, and lost someone she loved dearly, not to mention going through something that seemed much bigger than her. Something that Havyn was completely lost about. No idea of the direction to go. I nod emphatically. Of course I’ll help you, Havyn. This can’t be as bad as it all seems. Break ups happen all the time. I swallow hard, sit up and wave my hands through the air trying to brush all the emotionally draining energy from us. One way or another we’ll find out what exactly you are and what it is you’re going through. I stand up, offering her a hand up. I planned to help her clean up the glass and get some more food into her. The blood would continue heal Havyn, the food would help bring her strength back up to where it was before.
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You’ve heard of minor-coded; now, get ready for: major-coded
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Putting the final details on three new fairy doors! They will first be available in my Etsy Shop, and then at @paganpridela in October if no one snags them online first! The mini hammer was my grandfather's! I love how much of him is in the entire process! He and my grandmother are always on my mind, but especially as we approach Autumn! #fairydoorsofinstagram #wipwednesday #wipart #MJNWVIP #fairiesofinstagram #peacelovefairydust #triplemoon #bluemoon #triske #triskelion #sacredsymbol #symbolmagic #paganpride #etsyofinstagram #woodcarving #woodworkingofinstagram #ancestorwork #witchesofinstagram #triplespiral #handcarved #fairygardendecor #fairygardensofinstagram #hippiestyle #gardensofinstagram #tiedye #bluemoonfairy #etsyofinstagram #handmadehour #craftbizparty #handmadeofinstagram #shophandmade https://www.instagram.com/p/ChuvCLHpOqW/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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