#I needed to get him to the Aurora

[divingdeepdown]

No longer alone || @wrensfeatheredpen

Ryley couldn't believe what he was doing, he was going back to the Aurora. He was sure there were supplies he missed on his first journey there, but that'd have been natural considering he was more focused on fixing the radiation leak. Now that most threats were dealt with, the creatures not included, he can go back to the things he may have missed. The former technician took some lantern fruit and a bottle of water to take with him and checked the batteries in his glider, once he was satisfied Ryley set off. He jumped out the bottom of his moonpool and swam to his Seamoth, he stroked the side and smiled as he jumped in. 

‘Welcome aboard, Captain.’ The same robotic dialogue as always but it always brought him comfort. “Thanks, Sandy.” He replied. 

Being in the Safe Shallows right now, it was a fairly straightforward path to the Aurora and one he was well acquainted with. Despite doing the trip once, it was burned into his mind. Parking Sandy at the edge of the grassy plateau he made the rest of the journey with his handy glider. At first, it went swimmingly, pun not intended, as he hugged the side of the Aurora but then he heard it. And again. 

“Oh no, ohnoohnoohno.” Panic settled deep as he aimed for the entrance and just made it in time before he became fish food. With everything he’d been through, he thought a Reaper would be nothing by now but no, still as terrifying as always. He sighed in relief and sat on the ship, making sure there were no cave crawlers around, and drank some water. God, he thought he was a goner. 

After a few moments to recuperate, Ryley put the empty bottle away and stood up baring his knife and walking forward into the ship. He sliced a few crawlers on his way inside and kept the knife on him for defense if needed. The man hummed a small tune as he explored the ship once again but it looked a little… different? Less wrecked, he could have sworn there were boxes and wreckage that blocked certain paths when he was first onboard. He began to walk down one of the blocked-off corridors and saw a shadow, there shouldn’t be one like that. Raising his thermal knife he stepped forward, now was no time to be afraid. He can run away later if needed. 

“I will live, I will return to Sandy.” Ryley muttered reassurance to himself as he walked farther forward but froze soon after seeing something he never thought he would on this planet. A human. Ryley dropped the knife in shock as he took in the sight, “N-no, you can’t be… Wait wait wait. I’m seeing things, I have to be. You weren’t here before. I looked everywhere. There was no one.” He pointed to the other person, reaching back for his knife.

[prlssprfctn]

do you ever just sit, do absolutely nothing, and then sigh quietly in despair, muttering Oh, Declan Lynch?

because i do.

[rayroseu-reblogs]

this is low effort sketch i just wanted to see dawn with princess aurora curls and boyyyy dont give me more reason to complain to twst KSDJKLSDKDSF

[mo-ok]

more sharkys. my love for him endures.

[spynorth]

tag drop to raise them from the dead before i go to work

[velvetbunniie-archive]

“they don’t want people to know that their daughter is a monster” 1) look who’s talking, and 2) literally what did she DOOOO that was so unforgivable, except be a teenage girl that was kinda insane over her comphet crush and have access to spells. i jst think, in this fantasy world, aurora rlly didn’t even… do… that much…. like, out of all the actions she did, she mostly jst kinda handed ppl tools and then it was out of her hands. jacks fucking traded his heart to her willingly (for a protection cuff that didn’t seem to do that much for the end of the story, anyway). i’m an aurora defender, because you guys see one (1) female character that’s not perfectly feminine and submissive and you start screaming

[electoons]

"we would find each other in every timeline" -> me immediately running straight to dawnstar to find my bestie erandur on every new game I start

[ladamedemartel]

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[silhouettecrow]

365 Days of Writing Prompts: Day 209

Adjective: Voracious

Noun: Churchyard

Definitions for those who need/want them:

Voracious: wanting or devouring great quantities of food; having a very eager approach to an activity

Churchyard: an enclosed area surrounding a church, especially as used for burials

[softstarsabove]

My secret bllk ship(s?) Is where I can do photography

[ailiama]

Bought a sketchbook recently, will try to fill it with my characters and other concepts!

[rafeslvbug]

paediatrician!rafe finding out singlemom!reader has no support…

“alright then, i’ve given her her medication, we’ll wait a couple minutes and she should be good to go,” rafe murmurs, settling aurora into your arms again, watching with a smile as she sleepily looks up up at you, gummy grin and chubby fingers stretching out to you.

you let her close her fingers around your pinkie, her body still small as she’s only three weeks old prematurely, still not reaching how big she would have been at full term.

“thank you,” you tell him, voice a bit hoarse from having lost it to the past few nights of trying to shush her, and handling phone calls from the temporary hotel manager taking over from you, unsure on what to do and bothering you even more. tiredness had caught up to you, washing over you with each appointment and hour that passed.

concerned, his brows furrow at the sound of your voice, asking, “lost your voice?”. he takes a seat opposite you, resisting the urge to stretch a hand out, fingers tapping against his knee.

you nod, stroking back aurora’s hair and repositioning her head while you lightly laugh, “yeah, i’ve had to yell over her wails and try to get through to this temporary hire who’s taking over my job. they keep calling me thinking i’m just on sick leave or something.”

you hoped he would laugh. you hoped it would ease the pinch in his brows but it only deepened it. “you could get your husband to do it- or sorry- aurora’s father?” he corrects himself, not wanting to make an assumption.

lips pursed, you shake your head. “no husband. dad’s not in the picture, didn’t want a kid i’m sure,” you mutter bitterly.

“oh..that’s shitty, he’s an asshole..” realisation dawns on him, how you were alone during labour, alone when he came to see you the first time, alone when you came in crying about aurora’s restlessness. you’ve always been alone. “parents?” he asks, praying that you had that at least, but he felt the answer you were about to give gnawing at his chest.

offering him a soft smile, you shake your head, “no..they uhm, they really liked my ex. thought i should have got an abortion but i wanted kids so..is that selfish?” you don’t notice how his eyes darken, focusing on the guilty look that flashes across your face.

“no.” he grits out, shaking his head firmly. “don’t think for a second that you’re selfish, you’re not, and they’re all jerks for leavin’ you,” he continues, running his hand over his face.

letting out an appreciative hum, you keep on admiring aurora, noting every little feature and how special she is.

“see? how could that be selfish?” he murmurs, causing you to snap your head up with a confused look, letting out a little “huh”.

“you’re only thinkin’ about her, you care about her. that’s not selfish, you’re riskin’ a lot just to have this girl in your life,” he walks over, slowly taking her from your arms to check how her medicine is working.

he glances down at you, glittering blue eyes and a shared soft smile, before handing her back to you. “all good,” he mutters, before moving to his computer.

“just out of curiosity,” he calls out before you leave through the door. “what’s his name? your ex?” he raises his eyebrows, looking up from his computer.

you cock your head, stepping closer to him, “why?”

he grins and shakes his head, typing something down, “no reason.”

wary, and beginning to let a fatigued giggle escape your lips as you walk a bit closer, setting aurora’s carrier down with her in it and trying to get a glimpse of what’s he’s feverishly typing. “rafe what are you typing?”

“nothing! you can’t look at the doctor’s computer,” he laughs, hiding his screen as his hands come to your shoulders, softly spinning you around and handing aurora to you.

“rafe..” you warn over your shoulder and he only shrugs coyly, opening the door for you and giving you a little wave as you leave. not before calling after to you, “hey! remember though, you have me to help, if you need it.” you smile, mouthing another “thank you” to him before you’re leaving through the double doors, out the hospital.

when he returns to his computer he opens up the watch file he was creating, for a certain baby daddy who left his beautiful girlfriend and cute daughter - a man about to be banned from the premises.

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[murderbot]

this is a new post being made for ammar @ammarfamily2 as i checked the post i had been using and it has now been flagged as "potentially mature content". out of concern for this possibly suppressing pings, i have made this one instead.

the below text is copy pasted from the previous

samah’s original campaign and account are shared by 90-ghost, but it was shut down as her organiser’s bank account was deactivated

proof samah asked me to use my paypal / ko-fi account here

unfortunately ammar needs some medication to make sure he is well after the operation he had 3 days ago - namely, he needs painkillers and antibiotics

samah has told me that it is going to cost $1263 for his post-surgery care - because she will have to pay 20% fees to get this money to her, i have it up as $1600.

his condition without having immediately received the post-surgery medication already worsened enough that he had to return to intensive care last night

in 3 days he has had surgery, left the hospital, and failed to receive the medication needed to keep him well after the surgery, then became ill enough to go back to the hospital.

we truly do not have enough time and i worry for him, please let's do what we can for him

$766 / $1600

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[chrisstvrns]

⌞chris being an absolute munch⌝ ⸝⸝ 

warnings: pussy eating, fingering, overstimulation, dom!chris, boob grabbing, lmk if i missed anything

word count: 443

based off of this post ( @delilahsturniolo )

your loud moans filled the room, and chris didn’t even flinch. just groaned into your pussy and shoved two fingers inside you like he’d been waiting for you to start falling apart.

he curled them immediately, fucking you hard and deep while his mouth stayed locked on your clit, tongue moving fast and filthy. no build up, no teasing, just work. all wrist and spit and that hungry little growl he always gave when you started to soak his fingers.

“fuck, you’re so wet,” he muttered, voice muffled against you before he dove right back in. he spit on your clit, tongue spreading it around while he pounded his fingers into you rough and steady, knuckles slapping against you every time he bottomed out. “you like that? you like gettin’ fucked like this?”

“y-yeah, chris, fuck, don’t stop-” you gasped, voice catching when he curled his fingers just right.

he didn’t stop to listen, just laughed, low and wrecked, and added a third finger, stretching you open while his tongue flicked faster. his head moved like he was trying to devour you, shaking side to side, lips locked on your clit, sucking so hard your legs jolted.

“take it,” he growled, voice thick and mean, “take it just like that. come on. i know you’re close. i can feel you.”

“oh my god, i’m gonna- fuck, please, please,” you cried, barely aware of what you were saying, your hands clutching the sheets, his hair, anything.

and you were. you were so fucking close it hurt, your whole body twitching, hips rocking against his face like your life depended on it. his fingers hit that spot deep inside over and over, and he just kept moaning, eating you like it was his last meal, like making you cum on his tongue was the only thing that mattered.

then his free hand came up, grabbing your tit, squeezing hard while he buried his face deeper between your legs, grinding into you like he couldn’t get enough. spit, slick, everything dripping down your thighs, and still he didn’t stop.

you came hard, loud and shaking, and he held you there through all of it, fingers still fucking you through your high while his mouth stayed glued to your clit, licking you through every wave like he needed it.

“c-chris, s’too much, i can’t- ” you whimpered, trying to push him away, chest heaving.

he grabbed your hips and pulled you back down almost immediately. “nah,” he said, voice wrecked, breath hot and heavy. “we’re not done.”

his hand dropped, reaching down to undo his balenciaga belt. “you said you could take it, right? so fucking take it.”

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aurora's notes: im too tired to do the format i normally do, my deepest apologies. thank yew.

- aurora ᯓ✮⋆˙

likes and reblogs are always greatly appreciated! ੈ✩‧₊˚

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[autisticmudkip]

I personally believe everyone deserves to get the medical care they need to live and thrive. You may not be able make huge changes to remove obstacles that prevent people from getting the care they need on your own. However, you can bring change by working with others, and you can actively take steps to help those who can't afford the care they need. One way you can do this is to support my good friend Fadel.

Fadel Aldani @fadel-dani lives with his family in Ghazzah. He and his family were in their home when it was bombed, which left them all injured. Fadel was the most seriously injured, with shrapnel being embedded deep in his body. The doctors were unable to remove all of it due to the lack of medical supplies in Ghazzah right now.

The shrapnel causes Fadel a lot of pain, and if it remains he is at risk of dying from it. He needs money to evacuate whenever possible, so he may recieve surgery to remove it. Fadel has also been diagnosed with hepatitis, but he has not been able to find or afford the prescribed treatment, due to overwhelmingly high prices and lack of medicine anywhere.

Fadel has been raising money for months now to afford the treatment he needs to survive. However, his original campaign was deleted by GFM without warning! He now has been forced to restart his campaign from scratch. So far, he has only raised €155. This is nowhere near enough to afford the vital treatment he needs.

Please, if you have any means to do so, help Fadel! Healthcare is a basic right. Fadel shouldn't have to live in agony just for being trapped in the midst of a genocide, and not being able to afford the egregious prices for treatment.

Please, share and donate! Even a small donation of €5 or €10 makes a difference to Fadel! If you absolutely cannot donate, send Fadel's campaign to some friends, and tell others about his story. Even just reaching out to Fadel to talk and offer a kind word makes a difference to him.

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[ladamedemartel]

"One of these centuries, I'll surprise you with the most daunting exploration of the Asian customs that sometimes appear to spark your interest. For today, I remembered a picturesque, welsh tradition yet untouched by our story." Let it not be said that he wouldn't venture far beyond the regular sights of chocolate and flowers, both of them just as present, for the sake of her delight. Until every tale, ritual and ceremony, until every possible splendor, knew of them. Until she knew every possible happiness. And then...The world could always be consumed and reborn into something new. "Llwy garu." He introduced the gift inside the case. "Or how I remember us stumbling upon it two or three centuries ago: The curious challenge of proving your love by carving an intricate, wooden spoon for your beloved. As it turns out, quite novel for someone whose only significant experience in the area involved violins." The often called lovespoon presented to Aurora had known five younger, incomplete sisters. "My chosen wood for the task is called Red Heart. For obvious reasons. Not precisely a conventional option given it arrived from Central America but an indispensable touch of vibrant uniqueness worthy of you. And I was perfectly willing to follow the guidelines of the symbols marked in the tradition. For the most part. A heart is to say that mine is yours. A horseshoe is for good fortune, that will be demanded even if we have to choke the life out of the Norns ourselves. A twisted stem: Two as one. The lock promises the protection of any bond. The knot mutters one singular word: Everlasting. As for the chains of lavender uniting the symbols...That may be one more unusuality I claimed in your name. Now. One even more modern tradition beckons us to discover if it earned me the pleasure of having you as the other half of our fated pair tomorrow." Tristan showed her the complicit shadow of his smirk. "Rory. Will you be my Valentine?"

Ah, she had thought that he had smelled of saw dust lately; this explained it. The gift itself was stunning, but Aurora was more thrilled with what it meant. For certain, this would not have been the first spoon that he carved. Her brother was skilled, yes, and while it would not have been the first time that he had whittled something, being able to create this level of detail would have taken practice. Lots of it. She could picture him, the Strix gathered around him offering their reports and complaints, and there he would be, refining his skill until he was capable of offering her the intricate spoon before her. "I love it!" And she did. Aurora pushed her way into his lap as she continued to appreciate the hidden symbols and patterns. "Of course I will."

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