#Aurora Roofing

[superfluouskeys]

i know you're probably not into maleficent/aurora anymore, but since you were like THE malora writer, i'm curious in what do you think would happen to maleficent when aurora dies? either from natural causes like old age or somethiing terrible happened

My friend, this is so kind of you to say!! This is also, unfortunately, MY JAM LOL

So in my personal interpretation, I think once Aurora became more sure of herself and the relationship, she would learn (passively, not even really thinking of it as such) to de-fuse Maleficent a lot of the time. Maleficent is naturally temperamental and always about 3 bad steps away from starting a fight. Once Aurora learns that this is just sort of how she is and she isn't actually mad, and doesn't even usually mean anything by it, Aurora learns to just kind of skillfully sidestep like 99% of Maleficent's bad moods. As a result, because she isn't being fought at every turn, Maleficent (also without realizing it) calms down a LOT, and tends to stop seeing everything as a challenge or threat, even from ppl who are not Aurora. This mostly just freaks ppl out, because you know she always seems super calm until she is suddenly Not LOL, and the average person does not know how to tell Maleficent's "actually calm" from her "quietly seething."

Additionally, while I believe that Maleficent operates on her own code of ethics and doesn't just do whatever, I also think her ethics and what she considers "wrong" differ significantly from where the average human would draw the line. As she grows more comfortable in her relationship with Aurora, I think she would be surprisingly willing to draw lines where Aurora wants her to, at least most of the time, because in her mind, e.g. not harassing someone who mildly annoyed her is important to Aurora, while it's not that important to Maleficent.

However, I think both of these changes, no matter how long Aurora lives, are utterly temporary. Once Aurora is gone, Maleficent will go back to the way she was before, if not ultimately worse, because in a sense kindness will remind her of Aurora, and I don't think she will ever reach a place where that is a good thing for her.

I think Maleficent's first reaction would be a kind of desperate fury, sort of like a wounded wild animal but with very powerful magic. She would be absolutely terrorizing the countryside, especially anyone she perceived to be responsible. It's almost worse if Aurora dies of old age, because then the fault in her mind would lie with...everything, the nature of life itself. This phase could last forever, depending on other factors, and I think it would be a very long time before Maleficent is even slightly functional again.

Even in eg. Prisoner-verse where Maleficent has other friends, I can see her getting into terrible fights with almost all of them. Girl can be next-level vicious when she wants to be, and even if her friends have known grief, most of them don't know exactly what she's going through, and therefore from Maleficent's perspective are not in a position to comment. Also I think "Aurora wouldn't want you to live like this" or similar would be like, the worst possible thing you could say to her, and might send her spiraling into a murderous rage all over again, because how DARE you presume to tell her what Aurora would want?

I am really a sucker for these kinds of villain backstories LOL, you can play me the same tune over and over and I will never get tired of it. I think the only kind of person who could reach Maleficent would be someone who's sort of similar to Aurora, at least in unfailing kindness. I'm imagining someone just trying to save her village or w/e from being razed to the ground showing sympathy to Maleficent for her lost love, and Maleficent showing just the smallest amount of mercy in memory of Aurora, even if ultimately she hasn't changed or healed at all. (oh my godddddd don't look at me I want to write this now lol)

So anyway, it was 5:30 in the morning, a very normal time to be awake, and I was thinking, well, would anyone in Prisoner-verse be able to calm her down at all? I think she and Kinsale would absolutely get into a really bad fight, and Zenovia would try to be chill about it but she would also pretty quickly be like okay well talk to me when you've calmed down lol. And then I realized............

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“Hey.”

Maleficent doesn’t move.  She doesn’t know how long she’s been sitting here.  Odd, that she doesn’t feel a fresh wave of fury at Joy’s presence.  Then again, perhaps she is simply too tired to feel much of anything.

“I’m not going to say anything.”  Joy holds out her hands in a show of defense.

Maleficent inhales, sighs.  Her throat is burning.  She only distantly remembers the sound of screaming, and realizes now that the memory was of her own voice.

“Good,” says Maleficent.  Joy of all people should know that there is nothing to say.

A long silence follows.  Joy joins her on the floor some distance away, and pretends to train her gaze upon the fire.

“I do have one question, actually,” says Maleficent.

“Hm?”

Maleficent closes her eyes.  She tries to imagine Joy the way she looked in pictures, with long, beautiful hair that she wore in intricate curls, and a radiant smile full of youthful mischief.  “How did you…not…”

But words fail her.  She holds out her hand, grasping at nothing.

“What,” says Joy, “burn down the world?”

Maleficent sighs again.  It is as apt a question as any.

“Well, it was perhaps to my benefit that I am not nearly so powerful as you, Mistress Maleficent,” says Joy, although her characteristic attempt at wryness comes out remarkably strained.  “I wouldn’t have gotten very far.”

Maleficent opens her eyes.  The flames of the fire flicker and dance, enticing in their destruction.  “I’m not sure I would have cared.”

Joy chuckles, dry and mirthless.  “Yes, well,” she says.  She does not continue.

Outside, a terrible wind howls, desperate and mournful.  The windows rattle and the fire flickers low, casting them both in dramatic shadow.

Maleficent inhales.  She closes her eyes again.  “Does it ever…?” 

The words catch in her throat.  She already knows the answer.

“No,” says Joy quietly.  A long silence follows.  The embers from the fire crackle meekly, and the mournful wind falls deadly silent.

“But…I don’t know.  You find…other reasons.  To, you know…”  She waves her hand vaguely at the fire, and stokes it back to life.

Maleficent shakes her head.  Reasons?  The word feels foreign, meaningless.  “I don’t know that I ever had a reason for anything, before…”

Before her, she means to say, but she cannot.  There was always a before her, yes, but now there is an after her.  Everything from now on is after her, without her, and the mere idea of it is something akin to drowning, or perhaps slowly suffocating, deep underground, with the weight of the earth sinking down upon her chest.  What did she do before?  How did she live?  However is she to live now, knowing what she has lost?

“Yeah,” says Joy simply.

Maleficent doesn’t know how long they sit together in silence after that.  It hardly matters.

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ANYWAY THANK YOU ANONYMOUS FRIEND I HAD FUN LOL

[mo-ok]

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[mischiefmaverick]

Seeing the Northern Lights for the first time in my life from southeastern Kentucky

[meilanibrudenell]

Open Starter. Open Location.

The evening felt like the first time in months that the weather had been decent, temperatures just above twenty degrees even after the sun had fallen, no snow or clouds to put a damper on the day or her mental state. What Meilani had deemed decent weather was perhaps still not enough to excuse her current position, lying on the cold ground and staring up at the night sky. It was late enough that she didn’t think anyone would spot her, let alone consider what their thoughts would be if they did — it’s only with the sound of approaching footsteps and a note of concern in their voice that she allows her head to roll in their direction, allowing them to properly see that she was at least alive, if not well. “I promise you don’t need to call anyone.” It was a questionable reassurance at best, the girl still not making much effort to move, gaze lifting back to the space above her. “The sky just hasn’t been this clear in a while.” 

[phantasma-ghoulia]

Happy anniversary ♡

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[locallygrowndaikon]

Hey guys crawling out of my grave before lying back down to deliver a message i must pass on

Join us in celebrating Sky's 5th anniversary with a HUGE AURORA concert gathering!

During the anniversary the AURORA concert will be accessible for all skykids (the wings will be on display on the office roof and warp you to the concert area). What better opportunity to once again experience the AURORA concert with a huge crowd!

We'll be doing two times to accommodate all time zones:

🏟️ Concert 1: 6 hours after reset

🏟️ Concert 2: 18 hours after reset

⭐️Brought to you by the Sky Community-driven AURORA Concert Organizing Group, (SCACOG) in collaboration with Aurora 2.0, ALAS (Alianza Latinoamericana de Sky) and the Sky Creator Troupe.⭐️

🦋 Hope to see you there!

[bratzforchris]

Once Upon a Dream

Summary: A drunken Amazon purchase leads to you and Chris trying something new and more...royal

Pairing: Dom!Chris x girly!princess!reader

Warnings: Smut, princess!roleplay ♡, pet names (princess, darling, my lady), oral (m receiving), dirty talk, backshots, unprotected p in v (wrap it before you tap it!!), kinda breeding kink (?), overall just porn without much of a plot<3

Word Count: 1.7k

A/N: Girly!reader is BACK BITCHES. Reader is sort of based off of/her outfit is based off of Aurora, but as always, this work is POC friendly<3 Enjoy!!

You had never been the type of girl to try anything…different when it came to your sex life. Maybe some would call you vanilla, but Chris was your first serious boyfriend and as active as you two were in the bedroom, you were still a bit hesitant to try anything overly “out there”. Your boyfriend never, ever pressured you, but you also knew that he was a bit more experienced than you were, and that he was also very much into the “lady on the streets, freak in the sheets” act. 

You were drawn out of your thoughts when the doorbell to your and Chris’ home rang. You stood up off the couch, straightening your pink-and-white striped Victoria’s Secret robe. Chuckling and shaking your head as you padded to the door, a clear image of a drenched, shaking Chris standing on your front porch as the rain pounded against the windows because he forgot his keys again. Much to your surprise, it was not, in fact, your lover on the other side of the door. Instead, all that was there was a box from Amazon and a deliveryman who was already hurrying back to his truck, eager to escape the weather. 

Picking up the box, you raised a brow at your name on the label. You didn’t remember ordering anything, but then again, Chris could’ve accidentally used your account. You shrugged and carried the box into the kitchen, eager to see what was inside regardless. You quickly used your pink kitchen shears to cut through the tape and box, your heart swelling when you saw a gorgeous pile of pink lace, glitter, and tulle inside the box. You pulled the item out of the box and practically gasped at what you saw. 

It was a tiny, lingerie bodysuit. The corset ribbing was covered in glitter and pretty lace, while the pink, tulle miniskirt puffed out. It was almost like a mini, sexier version of Aurora’s pink dress from Sleeping Beauty. The set even came with small, lacy, white gloves and a tiny, silver tiara studded with little diamonds. Now that you knew what was inside the box, you had a vague memory of ordering the set last week after Tara Yummy’s one million party, at which you’d had slightly too much to drink. You immediately ran to your bedroom to try the set on, abandoning the box on the kitchen counter. Your soul focus now was what Chris would think of your new look. You had thongs and sexier bras, sure, but you’d never worn something like this. 

You quickly pulled the outfit, if it could even be called that, on, looking at yourself in the mirror of your white vanity where you sat to do your makeup every morning. Even though this was truly the first piece of lingerie you’d ever worn, you knew you looked good. Scratch that, better than good. Your ass hung out the slightest bit under the skirt, but overall, the outfit hugged your body better than the white gloves on your hands. Chris had told you when two had first started dating that he loved how feminine you were, and even now, you knew that the princess dresslike bodysuit and dainty tiara would turn him into an animal. 

Despite the rain pounding against the roof, you heard Matt’s car pull into the driveway, finally dropping your lover home after a long day of filming. You quickly slicked some glittery, pink gloss across your plump lips in the mirror of your vanity before hurrying onto your shared bed. As you began to kneel on the silky, pink sheets, eagerly waiting for Chris to come into the bedroom, you could feel your wetness beginning to soak through the bodysuit, ideas of what your boyfriend was going to do to you coursing through your veins. 

You could hear Chris puttering around the kitchen, chuckling to himself about the leftover remains of your package. He knew you loved to shop, especially online, so the empty box came as no surprise to him. Once you heard him walking closer towards your bedroom, calling out your name, you began to whimper and pout your lips, probing an extra feminine aire. 

“Are you in…” Chris trailed off as his eyes went wide at your erotic look. “Hello.”

“Hi handsome,” You practically purred as Chris eyed you up and down hungrily. “You looking for someone to save?”

Chris’ eyes went wide at the innuendo, the tent already growing in his pants at the sight of you like this. “Come here, darling,”  he beckoned, smirking as the skirt flounced across your ass as you walked towards him. “This is new, but I can’t say I’m mad about it.” the brunette said, grabbing handfuls of your ass as he kissed you roughly, his teeth nipping your bottom lip. 

You moaned involuntarily, which allowed Chris to slip his tongue into your mouth, his own fighting yours for dominance as he kissed you roughly. After a moment, your boyfriend pushed you to your knees gently, undoing his belt directly after. 

“Did you get lost on your woodland walk, little princess?” Chris teased. “Think a knight’s gonna save you?”

By now, he had gotten you all the way on your knees, your pouty, glossy lips and doe eyes looking up at him as he shoved his jeans and plaid boxers down. Chris ran his hand up and down his length a few times, letting out noises that made the pool between your legs dampen. Finally, he thrust his cock towards your mouth, a little sneer on his face as he knocked the tiara off your head. 

“How lucky am I to take the innocence from a princess, hmm?” Chris asked as you began to suck him off, tongue swirling around his tip as you took him deeper into your throat. “What do you think your kingdom would think of this, my lady? Watching you suck my dick like a fuckin’ whore?”

You whimpered and moaned, drooling running down your lips and puddling with your lip gloss as Chris’s dick hit the back of your throat. Your boyfriend was letting out erotic moans as you ran your tongue against the underside of his cock, head thrown back as he bucked his hips towards your face. His length was only continuing to grow as you sucked him off, always loving the way you deepthroated him like a queen. 

“Oh god…’m gonna cum,” Chris panted, chest heaving as the need to climax built in his stomach.  “Better swallow like a good girl, princess.”

You nodded as Chris let his orgasm overtake him, hot ropes of his cum shooting down your throat as he did so. You pulled off his cock with a pop, licking your lips and giggling at the combination of his cum, your drool, and strawberry lip gloss that coated your chin. 

“Who knew that such a darling girl could be so freaky?” Chris tsked, abandoning his pants all the way followed by his shirt. “Gonna go have your coronation in the same dress you got fucked like a slut in?”

You blushed as Chris helped you up, pushing your back against your vanity. “I don’t mind being ruined.” You whispered in a shy, feminine way, still a little unsure of yourself. 

“Oh I can tell,” Chris chuckled, thrusting his hand between your thighs and beginning to rub slow, agonizing circles on your clit through the fabric of your lingerie. “That’s not very princesslike now is it?”

You moaned, bracing yourself against the vanity as your thighs clenched. “P…please, Chris. Need you in me.” You whimpered softly, looking up at him through your lashes. 

The brunette continued to play with the sensitive bundle of nerves, making you throw your head back with a harsh moan, your hair cascading down your shoulders. You were practically putty in Chris’ hands as he undid your outfit, pulling it off your body and throwing it somewhere onto the floor. Before you knew it, your boyfriend had turned you around so that your hips were pressing into the vanity. Gripping your chin, Chris lifted your head so that you were looking into the mirror. It was absolutely filthy; you bent over your vanity like a slut while Chris’ cock pressed into your ass from behind, his large hand gripping your jaw as he forced you to look at yourself. 

Without another warning, he slammed into you from behind, moaning loudly. “God, you’re so fuckin’ wet.” 

“Chris…oh…” You whimpered as he sped his thrusts up. You rutted your ass back to meet his dick, crying out when he hit a particularly sensitive spot inside of you. “Feels so good.”

“This little princess pussy is all mine, huh?” In the mirror, you could see Chris smirking as he railed you from behind, the sound of his balls slapping against your ass, combined with both of your erotic noises echoing throughout the room. 

The only coherent words falling from your lips as Chris fucked you was the sound of you moaning and whimpering his name repeatedly. Every so often, he would pull out, only to tease you and slam back into you with even more force. Your lower stomach was beginning to ache with the need to cum, the image of you and Chris in the mirror of your girly vanity turning you on even more. 

“Cum with me?” You begged your boyfriend, pouting your lips as you panted. “Want you to fill me up.”

Chris chuckled at that, feeling the way your cunt clenched around his dick. Just as he felt your orgasm overtake you, he gripped your hips roughly, enjoying his own release as his seed coated your walls. Your chest heaved as you practically laid against your vanity, legs shaking. Your thighs were beyond slick with the combination of your and your boyfriend’s cum.

“Who knew that such a sweet, darling princess could be such a dirty girl?” Chris chuckled, picking you up softly and walking towards your ensuite bathroom. 

You whined against his chest, cheeks flushing now that the scene was finished. “Shut up.” You grumbled cutely. 

“I know what I’m doing later.” he hummed, starting the shower so that you could both clean up. 

“What’s that?” You asked shakily, your body still tight as you came down from your high. 

“Buying more princess outfits.”

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[trappolia]

KISS ME ONCE AGAIN ── silver x gn!reader, 1.6k

silver has always taken his time with you.

he has never been able to tell you why. lilia says that it is just the way he is, ever since he was a boy. he plays by the rules. he goes by a routine that is, as much as possible, not too affected by his strange sleeping habits.

it is why he goes through the meticulous steps of courting you, offering you flowers and gifting you with thoughtful trinkets and even writing letters for your family while your worlds remain separate. it is why it had to be you to take the first step and kiss him one night during a star-gazing date because gods damn it all, you’re sick of waiting.

( silver laughed and laughed that night as you apologised for your callous actions; because you were so cute, because he was so in love, because it all felt like a dream come true when he allowed himself to ignore tradition to cup your cheeks and pull you into another kiss. )

silver discovers very early on that even when he takes his time, it's all still overwhelming. like a dream come true, he used to tell lilia in bouts of deliriousness when he's still caught between dream and reality and his mind is too muddled with sleep to care about embarrassing himself in front of the fae who had raised him.

like a dream come true.

but what is his dream, exactly?

a cottage deep in the forest of briar valley, with ivy growing up the walls and over the red-tiled roof. soft, packed dirt with growing flowers of all kinds, spring blossoms of pink, yellow, blue, red, protected by a low wall. there are no horrors with dripping ink and dragging claws, no glowing emerald eyes or scaled wings. just grass and flowers and sky and nothing.

no. not nothing. because there's you.

"i just cleaned, so remember to take off your boots by the door!" silver hears you call out from inside the cottage. his chest quakes as he lets out a ragged breath, his bag dropping as he rids himself of the extra weight.

the floor below his dirty boots is clean slate compared to the cluttered kitchen to his left and the living area to his right. silver sees the same threadbare couch by the stone fireplace, cluttered with throw pillows and blankets and an unfinished knitting project. the couch is old. used. loved. there are some closed doors beyond the stairs, but silver doesn't have to check to know what lies behind them. his old childhood bedroom where lilia used to tuck him in. a bathroom that has been flooded one or more than a few times when he got too carried away with playtime. the small study where he used to have his lessons on reading and writing.

there's something about the sight of his childhood home that sets silver off, as if he’s caught in crosswinds, but he fumbles his way inside anyway, toeing his shoes off out of ingrained politeness. his footfalls feel heavy and light all at once against the wooden floors as he walks — almost as if by habit — to the kitchen where he had heard your voice come from.

"there you are," you beam at him, putting a kettle of water on top of the same stove that silver had watched his father cook his meals so many times. your brows furrow when you notice the strange expression on his face; the emotions whirling in his aurora irises like a hurricane and the trembling of his bottom lip.

you frown, wiping your hands on a cloth rag. "silver? what's wrong?"

silver lets out a ragged breath, his hand shaking as it comes up to cradle your own as you cup his face in your palm. what is wrong? this is all he's ever wanted, isn't it? a life with you in the woods he had grown up in, free of worries and dangers and hurt and anger. he's built a home with no fear, no yelling, no uncertainties. just like the life lilia always wanted to give him.

it's a dream come true.

"you're a dream," silver whispers when he realises, his hands coming up to cradle your face in turn. he's shaking, he knows that even with his mind whirling, but he just can't help it— he has to touch you, make sure this isn't— this isn't a nightmare—

no. no, no, no. malleus wouldn't do that. this is his dream. this is what his heart has always yearned for.

"my dream."

"well, aren't you sappy today?" you muse, lips quirking up in that soft smile that silver oh so adores to kiss. "what's the occasion?"

"i—" silver opens his mouth, but no words come out. what can he say? what can he do, knowing that this is all he's ever wanted, but this is a dream. this is a dream and you're not real but gods, does silver want you to be.

a beat passes, and your smile turns sad.

"you know, don't you?"

silver feels his heart ache. he wants to tell you no. no, please keep this veil over my eyes. pretend i don’t know this isn’t real. please. please.

you reach out, tucking a strand of hair behind his ear with such tenderness that silver feels like crying. “you’ve always been so smart, silver.”

“i’m sorry,” he allows himself to say, because this is the least he owes you— this perfect imitation of you that his mind, malleus’s magic, has managed to conjure, because in the short time you’ve known him, you’ve managed to ingrain yourself into every fibre of his being so that even under this spell, all silver can dream about is you, you, you.

silver doesn't want to wake up. he doesn't, he really doesn't. there's something in him that pulls at his heartstrings, tugging at every vein and nerve as if begging him to stay, please stay. there must be a reason why you're always falling asleep, why this had to happen. just stay. this is a dream come true, why would you want to wake up?

“you’re still there,” silver says in a voice so small, it feels like he’s a little boy again, crying and clinging onto lilia like the fever that sticks to his skin and reminds him of his mortality.

“you’re still there, and i’m here.”

his childhood home is small, but within the cottage and with your hands cradling his face, the thick walls feels unnaturally closer, like something is breathing on the back of his neck. he’s reminded of you, somewhere in night raven college, trapped within your own dream. do you think of him, he wonders? has he become your new dream, just as you have become his?

will he ever see you again?

silver can't bear the thought of you somehow waking up from your dream — a matter of when rather than if, because silver knows that you've always had a knack for getting out of impossible situations like this — and realising that he had left you alone to stay in this eternal sleep, with this dream– this illusion of what could have been.

“i have to go,” silver whispers, and his heart breaks because this might be a dream, but it’s still you. how can he tell you he’s going to leave? he can’t do that. he can’t break your heart like that, he can’t—

"i'm sorry. i'm sorry— i'm so, so sorry.”

he expects you to stop him. what do the stories say about dreams where you’re supposed to be kept unaware, blissfully oblivious to the fact that this utopia is not your reality? silver expects this dream version of you to pull some sort of trick to lure him back into your trap—

but instead you just smile softly, reaching out to stroke his face, "how lucky i am to have someone like you love me."

silver hears something crack, resonating in his soul. is it the chains of malleus’s magic breaking its hold on him, or the last pieces of his heart shattering at last? he doesn’t know.

maybe it’s both.

but whatever it is, silver knows he doesn’t have much time. his hands cup your cheeks, pulling you close to him with the desperation of a dying man.

he feels you gasp against his mouth, lips parting and allowing his tongue to slip inside. he maps the cavern of your mouth as if immortalising it in his mind, like he’ll never see you again after this— because that is very well a possibility, no matter how he tries to ignore it.

silver kisses you like it’s his last day in this godforsaken world, because it might as well be, and great seven, he should have done this every time he kissed you. he should have kissed you first. he should have kissed you every moment he could instead of taking his time because now he can hear the sand running in the hourglass, and he’s blind to how much time he has left, and he just wants to see you in the flesh again, please, please, please—

the two of you part an eternity later, but it still feels much too soon. there’s so much love in him, and too little time, and silver feels like drowning.

"wait for me," silver pleads. he'll make this dream come true, he swears. he’ll give you all the love he has in this wretched body of his, and then some. he’ll never sleep again even, if only to make this dream come true.

"i will," you whisper breathlessly—

—and with a bittersweet smile and a final, fleeting kiss to his lips, you let him go.

© trappolia 2024

[trainwreckgenerator]

last night's aurora. i dont own a tripod so these are ~10 second exposures steadied against the roof of a rental car