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#Ceramics#Mug#Lgbtqia+#rainbow!#Amaco#Amaco celedons#Honey flux#One out of four glaze combos that actually worked XD#Dang ceramics
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Fever Ray, Radical Romantics
New music Wednesday
With a unique spin on dusky electro-rock, the third album by the Swedish experimental musician examines love as something strange and erotic. There is enough detail, emotion, and vigor in the production to keep us waiting for the next album.
#new music wednesday#my music#great album#new music#musiclover#music#pop#art music#fever ray#karin dreijer#the knife#sweden#radical romantics#gender flux#electropop#electro rock#honey is cool#gothenburg#goteborg#olof dreijer#rabid records#Spotify
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I love how winter shows up and my gender immediately flips over to, "Existential white boy love interest in torn jeans and a leather jacket who probably cried in his car this morning while listening to some mix of obscure guitar howling and pop classics and internal monologuing over the nature of man, but like, nothing matters you know, so we might as well have a good time about it. Oh hey, I heard you had a bad day, I, uh, brought you this drink you like, it's not a big deal or anything." It's very specific, but definitely a gender that fucking fkicks on the second the leaves start to go brown and crunchy and the first cold snap hits.
#I just looked at my genders playlist and started laughing when this connection hit me#like “oh honey I see we're still the same even as things change”#gender flux#but make it a shitpost
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Feral: Rip Wheeler x Reader
Tagging: @kmc1989 @readmetosleep @kierawashere01 @hangmanscoming @goldensunshine91
Companion piece to:
Thrill of the Chase (NSFW) - Rip has always loved the thrill of the chase.
If You Want Me, You Can Have Me - They say that Rip Wheeler doesn't have a heart.
Stay Tonight - Rip asks to stay the night.
Use Your Words (NSFW) - Rip teases you.
Clover - Rip comforts you.
The Good & The Bad - Rip gives you every single piece of himself.
The Vet - Rip comes face to face with a nightmare.
The Train Station - Rip takes you to the train station.
Nightmares - Rip struggles in the aftermath of Gina's attack.
The thing you love about sleeping with Rip is the feel of his heated flesh against yours, the way he wraps himself around you, clasping you close. He buries his face into the curve of your shoulder, his beard rubbing against your bare skin as he tucks you into the shelter of his chest.
He’s been protective since the Becks, fierce and territorial. You know it’s a symptom of what happened to Gina, that he dreams about what would have happened if you hadn’t got the upper hand on Teal Beck.
“You need to stop being so feral.” You tell him, placing a delicate kiss to the tip of his nose. He huffs his response into the hollow of your throat, his lips brushing over that sensitive spot, the one he knows sets every single one of your nerve endings ablaze. “I mean it, you’re going to drive yourself crazy…”
The conversation falls away then because he’s rolling you onto your back and hitching your thighs up around his hips. His hands pin your wrists to the mattress and he stares down at you with those dark heated eyes of his.
“I love you.” He says firmly. “And if people know that they’re less likely to fuck with you.”
“Baby.” You say softly. “I have no problem with people knowing I’m yours. I’d scream it from the rooftops if I thought that would make you happy but snarling at other people isn’t going to get you what you want.”
“And what is it you think I want?” He asks you, his head dipping low, his lips ghosting over yours.
“Security.” You say quietly. “Stability.”
Underneath it all, that is what this is all about because Rip has never had either of those things. His life has always been in a state of flux, the minute he stops being useful is the minute he’s displaced so he makes himself indispensable.
“And how do I get that?” He whispers, his mouth trailing lower, his rough beard dragging over your skin in the most sensuous way.
“You marry me.” You tell him as your hips arch up against his. “You say ‘Jen, I can’t imagine my life without you’ and then you put a ring on my finger.”
“Honey.” He says, his fingers entwining with yours as he presses you into the mattress. “I don’t have a ring but what I do have is a heart that beats only for you, now if you’d kindly oblige me by saying you’ll be my wife so I can ruin you in these sheets, I’d be mighty grateful.”
You laugh then and if it ain’t the most beautiful thing he’s ever heard he doesn’t know what is.
“Yes.” You say as he captures your mouth with his. “I’d love to be your wife.”
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Thinking about Price and the kinks he likes to indulge in
Pairing: John Price x Top Male reader
Content tags: 18+, MINORS DNI, blowjobs, anal sex, hard dom! Male reader, sub! Price, possessiveness, make up sex, price likes to be photographed while nude?
Thinking about Price, who’s set on keeping his private life and work life separated, but then there’s a drawer in his desk, containing an album full of Polaroid pics, taken of him in many different obscene positions.
There’s one that’s taken in his dorm, with Price on all four, orange sunlight beaming over his skin, and with cum smeared between his thighs and cheeks. His neck is cranked to face the lens and there’s a dopey smile on his face.
BACK IN THE BARRACKS
It had been a long day at work, with him feeling more frustrated than usual. He had showed up to your room acting like a dark cloud was clinging onto his form.
You had offered to help him unwind, shoved him onto the bed and made him cum multiple times. There was one point where his body felt separated from his mind, feeling everything and nothing all at once. In the haze he heard your voice, honey coated words telling him to “turn around John”
He hadn’t even had the time to process, body reacting on reflex as a flash passed by his eyes and before he knew of it you had a nude Polaroid of him laying around.
Soon enough another Polaroid joined the ever growing collection.
There’s nothing tender about the picture. Your tags hang around his throat, with you clutching onto them to pull him closer for the shot. His skin is all marked up, lips rubbed red and eyes wide, as he takes your cock as far down his throat as he can.
A MOUTHFUL AND A HANDFUL
He doesn’t remember if you’d been in the middle of an argument, Polaroid taken amidst a moment of what was supposed to be make up sex but he remembers the flux of emotions bubbling in his gut, voice hoarse from continuously sucking on your cock with black and blue knees that was a result from the minutes spent kneeling.
Despite the rough vibe he didn’t mind, wanted to please you as much as he could even when you stripped him off of his title as captain and lover and treated him nothing but a gaping hole meant for your pleasure only.
Then a third Polaroid joined the collection, one he’s very much fond of.
It’s a picture of him sprawled out on your sheets, wearing nothing but a shirt with your last name on it. His legs are spread obscenely wide, and there’s a teal green plug nestled inside his ass, with streaks of cum staining the black material of the shirt.
MY JOHN
That day he remembers well, a shot prompted by your jealousy. Someone had attempted to flirt with Price, which wasn’t a crime, since they didn’t know he was a taken man. That’s at least what he had said when you had confronted him about it but you hadn’t been able to let it go especially when the person had been set on taking him out to dinner.
He had declined of course, showed up to your room to sooth the burn but didn’t know he’d be engulfed in the flames as soon as he had crossed the threshold.
You had pinned him to the bed, face determined and goal set. You were going to remind your boyfriend that you could offer him everything he’d ever need whether that be with three fingers thrusting into his slicked up hole, or perched on your face and riding your tongue or having him cum so many times on your cock he ends up losing count.
That very day he had only been able to remember your name, your cock, your face, hadn’t even be able to recall who you were talking about when you’d mentioned the person trying to take him out on a date.
Needless to say, Price likes to keep his private life and work life separated, that doesn’t mean he doesn’t like to indulge in things in his own way
(Bonus: it’s impossible for him to look at this picture without him getting hard. He’ll wrap a hand around his dick, jerking himself til he’s inching closer to his release, before ropes of cum end up all over the Polaroid pictures.)
#John price#John price x reader#John price x male reader#captain John price#captain John price x reader#captain John price x male reader#call of duty#top male reader#bottom male character
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DAY 8: Shattered — rough sex w/dom!spencer reid
KINKTOBER 2023: masterlist
summary: You needed some quick relief from your profiling professor, who gives it to you: In the roughest way possible.
pairing: dom!prof!spencer reid x sub!fem!reader
warnings/mentions: teacher x student relationship, AFAB!reader, choking, hair pulling, vaginal sex, degradation, praise, use of pet names (doll, baby, honey, sweetheart), public sex but not rlly, general rough sex, fic is veryyy to the point so be warned LOL
wc: 1.2k
"Wait, Spencer, fuck," you muttered under your breath, your hand coming up to cover your mouth as you felt his cock push deep inside of you.
You had used your break at school to go see your professor, who also happened to be your boyfriend.
Your very rough boyfriend.
Your body had been begging for him from the second that you had his class that morning, and you knew you wouldn't be able to get through the day without him fucking that need out of you at least once.
What you didn't expect was for him to be so mean about it.
You were bent over his desk, with Spencer positioned behind you. You were now on your second round, because, it would seem, one wasn't enough for Spencer. You felt his cock push into your sensitive cunt before you'd had even a second to cool down from your first high.
Thus, provoking that response.
"I can't," you whispered in a small, pained voice, your cheeks flaring up with heat at the feeling.
Spencer didn't seem to care about your whines of concern, and only moved himself deeper inside of you, causing you to moan out with a mix of pain and pleasure, and him to chuckle.
"You can't what, sweetheart? Handle it?" Spencer teased you, allowing a hand to close around your throat and squeeze down as he spoke to you. "Weren't you just begging for me to fuck you?"
"Well—Um, I- That's—" you fumbled with your words; But the both of you knew it was impossible for much to coherently leave your mouth at the moment.
"Exactly," Spencer cut you off in a hoarse voice. "I'm only giving you what you asked me for. Now, why don't you be a good girl, shut up, and take it?" he said cruelly, before going right back to pounding into you.
He moved his hand away from your throat as you took him from behind, his hands settling themselves onto your ass and squeezing down. It was all you could do to keep your mouth shut as he did so.
Seeming to be thinking the same thing you were, Spencer moved one of his hands away from your bottom and put it over your mouth, making sure not even one sound could escape your lips. "Keep it down, honey. I'm the only one who gets to hear those pretty moans," he teased.
Your whine in response to that was muffled by his large hand over your mouth, and, like he'd said, all you really could do was sit there and take it.
It wasn't long before pain fluxed back into pleasure, and your whimpers of pain dissolved into lewd moans once more. Spencer only chuckled, but wouldn't remove his hand from your mouth even once.
"That's it, doll. Feels good now, huh?" Spencer said in a raspy voice. You nodded eagerly, moaning into his hand.
You weren't sure what made you do it, but you had a tiny urge to rebel a bit, just to see what Spencer would do. You lifted a weak hand to the one that was covering your mouth, and tried to move his hand away so you could speak.
Spencer's grip was firm, though, and he didn't allow that to happen. "And what is it you think you're doing, sweetheart?" he asked in a rough voice.
You moved your head back as a way to get away from his hand, and this time, succeeded. "Please, Spencer. Please let me talk," you whined out in a bratty, almost snappy voice.
You didn't have to look to know that Spencer wasn't a fan of that.
For a second, you figured he would give it up and let you do what you wanted to do. But when the feeling of soft fabric tying your hands behind your back hit your skin, you knew that that was far from what was going to happen.
You looked back to see what he'd done: Spencer had used the tie he was wearing to hold back your hands, leaving him only in a white unbuttoned work shirt. One of his hands raked through your hair, pulling just a bit to keep you down, and the other went back to your mouth.
"If I tell you to shut up and take it, that's what you do," Spencer said, like it was the easiest thing to humanly comprehend. "Do you understand me?"
You didn't have it in you anymore to deny him; You only nodded your head quickly in response. Spencer chuckled for a second, moving one of his hands down to your throat again. "Attagirl."
After a while, when Spencer began to feel you coming in on your second high, he pulled you into his chest, so that your back was flush against him.
The hand that was disallowing you to speak moved down to rub rough, fast circles on your clit, causing you to moan out with pleasure.
Your expression was nothing short of pornographic as you whispered, "God, Spencer," in a broken voice. "More. Please."
Spencer smirked at you and obliged, doing all that he could to get you to your climax. His free hand cupped your breast, fondling it at the same pace as his other hand did your clit, and attacking your neck with kisses.
Spencer's lips left hickeys wherever they touched as he bit, kissed, and sucked your neck, like he'd die if he didn't. "How's that for you, honey?" he whispered in between kisses.
All you could do was nod in response to that. "Good. So good," you murmured. You tilted your head back to kiss him, your lips meeting each other with frenzied passion. You shamelessly allowed your tongue to explore his mouth, the both of you moaning into it.
Spencer's hands only moved quicker on your clit as his cock pounded into you, desperate to get you to your high. "God, you look so pretty like this," Spencer whispered as he kissed your neck. "My pretty slut, aren't you, sweetheart?"
You nodded, looking at him with a lewd expression. "Y- Yes," you could barely stutter out. "I'm yours."
"That's a good girl," he responded as he pressed his lips to yours again, clearly amused by how needy you were being for him.
Your brain was far too muddled with pleasure to process his teasing tone of voice.
"Spencer," you moaned, covering your mouth with your hand, just as Spencer had done to you earlier. "I- I'm gonna—Fuck," you moaned into his ear.
Spencer only smirked at your shattered tone of voice, chuckling and moving your hand away from your mouth, wanting to hear you this time. "Go ahead, honey. Let it out."
That was all you needed.
A broken whine of Spencer's name fell from your lips as waves of pleasure crashed all over your body, with Spencer moving into you at a speed that could only be described as criminal. His hand rubbing you while he helped you reach your high, too, was almost too much for you to handle.
Almost.
Spencer's actions mimicked yours as he moaned your name into your neck, squeezing your waist forcefully as he filled you to the brim with his cum.
As you both panted, coming down from your climaxes, Spencer pressed a few gentle kisses to your face, a stark contrast to the rough manner he had been handling you in before. "Did I give you what you wanted, baby?" he asked in a soft voice.
You nodded, smiling back at him, and running your fingers through his hair. "Yeah, and then some."
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#criminal minds#spencer reid#spencer reid fic#criminal minds smut#spencer reid smut#spencer reid x reader#spencer reid x y/n#criminal minds fic#spencer reid fanfiction#spencer reid imagine#kinktober#kinktober 2023
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wake up honey dropping a doctor who theory here. bear with me, i'm not just crying over 14 and donna, i think it actually holds!!
so, bi-generation. okay. 15 popping out in his therapized glory. so basically, i don't think he just pushed all trauma to 14 and moved on. 15 is actually post-14. meaning, he has lived that life at the same time as he continued living his own life.
remember 13 looked into Time and got split into three? yeah, that. she was in three places simultaneously. her consciousness was, at least. what can't 14, what that recent knowledge, subconsciously do the same? he's just experienced that, and he's still running on regeneration jiuce. worth mentioning, the dude (gender neutral) had a piss with Time his whole life. looking into Vortex, diving into Time itself... the doctor is not disintegrating per se, but can, as proven, survive being split. why not let one part of him live longer?
so he does. he finds home in donna and her family. he's doing whatever the hell. squinting over sci fi books, getting whupped for accidentally buying non-vegan milk for rose ("you said the orange cartbox with stripes!!!" "A STRIPE! WITH A STRIPE! CAN'T TIME LORDS COUNT, YOU DUMBO?!").
having the most difficult heart-to-hearts with his best friend, finally telling her about his companions, the master, the flux. crying, grieving, healing.
looking up at a spaceship torpedoing into the ground and saying "that's a future me problem", dealing cards to donna because it's poker night. and donna is a bit surprised, how easily he let that go, and he just smiles, and holds her hand, and kisses her knuckles gently. and it's alright. "there'll be time for that," he says.
and then they both grow old. and 14 ages. and i don't know if donna dies first or not, it's unimportant. maybe the night she dies it happens. 14 grieves, and cries some more, and says goodbyes. he calls his favorite niece, and when all is said and done, he's ready.
only he isn't about to die, because his essence has to reunite. this part of him has been away for a very long time, and it was the happiest time ever, but he has to be restored. just like 13 had to collect shards of herself back into one, so does 14.
the very particles of his being are reuniting, and it feels like spreading, or travelling, and his silly poetic mind is pleased with the sensation... only to feel regeneration coming full tide, and suddenly he's back on the roof, looking at himself.
"no way!" "will somebody tell me what the hell is going on?!"
but the thing is, he didn't get split at that moment like we think. he got back together. bi-generation. two regenerations happened at the same time, looped one into another. 14 regenerated twice.
and now, now he watches himself exhausted and broken, and he can let himself go. he can sincerely say that it's going to be alright, because he knows it is. donna is right there. she'll take him home.
and he can continue on his way.
#is it alright? does it hold?#let me know#doctor who#doctor who spolier#doctor who meta#doctor who theory#the giggle#the giggle spoilers#fourteenth doctor#fifteenth doctor#donna noble#ncuti gatwa#david tennant#catherine tate#doctor who regeneration#bigeneration#dw#dw spoilers#nuwho
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Out of the kiln, just in time for Christmas!
We do Secret Santa with my partner’s family over Christmas, and this year I am Secret Santa to his dad. A very tall German man with a sparkling sense of humour and a generally lovely person to be around. He is usually laughing and loves to eat pretzels. I had it in my mind to use the very German pretzel cookie cutter I found at a store for this project.
This mug was hand-built using the slab technique out of yellow medium-grogged stoneware (20%, 0-0.5mm), and the pretzels were also cut out of slabs and attached to the mug using lots of scoring and slip. Would you believe, this is the second mug I built, the first one of grog-less stoneware didn’t even survive the initial drying stage because the pretzels were too thick and so much warping and cracking occurred, I cut my losses and made a new one. If I were to make this again, I’d probably make the pretzels even thinner as they were still a bit thick for their purpose. This new piece also went through three firings (one bisque, two glaze firings) because the first glaze combination was so dull and patchy that I had to reglaze. Fortunately the second glaze firing produced this sweet piece, just in time for Christmas! 🎄
Happy holidays!
Pretzel: Botz Unidekor Whiskey Brown 2x and White
Mug: Amaco Potter’s Choice 2x Seaweed over 2x Honey Flux
Fired to 1200C no hold.
#artist support#artists on tumblr#ceramics#clay#clay art#pottery#handmade ceramics#small artist#cute ceramics#artistsoninstagram#handbuilt pottery#handbuiltceramics#handbuilding#cute mugs#pretzel#germany#culture#art#artwork#foodlover
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Hello everyone! I’m planning on making an pride icon headcanon prompt in April to celebrate my birthday! You’re free to join in if you like under the tag “Sage’s Headcanon Event”. Here’s the list:
Mono spec (Lesbian, Gay etc.)
Multi spec (Bisexual, Pansexual etc.)
Asexual | Aromantic | Aspec
Tertiary orientation (platonic, aesthetic, sensual, etc.)
Polyamorous | Ambiamorous | etc.
Trans | Nonbinary
Multigender/Polygender | Fluid/Flux
Xenogender | Neogender
Genderhorder
Therian | Otherkin | Alterhuman | Etc.
Neurodivergence | Disability
Femme | Butch | Futch
Omegaverse mogai/liom (sfw)
Atypical Dysphoria | Dissconnomei | Aldernic | Moresever-/Lessever-
Objectum | Objectix | Objectra | Humanotin
Chronosian | Permaregressor
Neo/Xeno AGAB | Altersex
Nonconformity
‘Contradictory’ identity
Headcanon of your choice!
Tagging: @thee-radio-host-is-a-kookaburra @acetrappolaswife @en8y @honey-makes-mogai @mogai-headcanons @mogaimagic
#sage ponders#headcanon event#mogai term#mogai#mogai identity#mogai post#mogai positivity#headcanon#arissomei#neo agab#lgbt
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ooh we see slime rancher in your sources list so can we get a introject of a honey tabby largo + creators choice of another slime?
Name;; Huni / Kitty / Kat / Sweetie
Age/Modifier;; Chrono 20s / Trans Ageless
Gender;; Agender / Honeylexic / Catlexic / Catgender
Pronouns;; They / Meow / Buzz / Slime / Honey / Cat / Purr / Mrrp / Mew / Bounce / Jiggle
Orientation;; Aromantic / Asexual / Panplatonic / Analterous
CisIDs;; ARFID / ADHD / Dyskinesia / Dyspraxia / Semi-Verbal / Non-Scribal
TransIDs;; TransOCD / TransFullVerbal / TransScribal / Transspecies Humanoid
Paras;; 🌈🥄
Role;; beauheur / delight / destressor
Source; Slime Rancher
Extra;; none here
Name;; glowie, flutter, pounce
Age/Modifier;; chrono 5, "trans big kid" (yto trans age), trans age of consent
Gender;; pangender, glowlexic, glowgender, catlexic, meowlexic
Pronouns;; he/him, she/her, they/them, it/its, fluter/flutters, glow/glows, kitty/cat, bug/bug, hide/hides
Orientation; panrose, hyperrose
CisIDs;; social anxiety, photosensitivity, solar urticaria (sun allergy), verbal flux, non scribal, illiterate, arfid, autism, sensory issues
TransIDs;; trans mintmango flesh
Paras;; 🌈🥄
Role;; appellisian, romanticist
Source;; slimerancher
Extra;; because non traumatized hyperrose kids are a thing, yw.
#🐐💚; Made by doc#⨴ a trinket arrives on your door step ⨵ - mod trinket#pro para#pro paraphile#pro paraphilia#pro radq#pro radqueer#pro rq 🌈🍓#pro transid#pro transx#rad inclus#radinclus#rqc#rq community#rqc🌈🍓#rq 🌈🍓#rq safe#radqueer community#radqueer#radqueer safe#build a headmate#build an alter#baa#bah#transplural
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The Silent Type
Jan Stevens (Flux Gourmet) / Deslys (OFC)
Smut NSFW 18+ Dubious Consent Strap Oral Anal IDK all the things
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Jan was beyond annoyed. Every group had its own set of challenges, but in her years with the institute she’d learned that persistence was a valuable tool. If you reiterate your points enough eventually you can erode most stones to a smoother shinier look; not this time though. Deslys was proving to be much harder than Jan had anticipated.
Deslys was a silent performer in the current trio. She’d started as a street performer with Manuel. He sang and she danced. They performed a magic act together. Eventually they toured with a company doing stage work before Pilcher recruited the pair for their gastronomy show.
Deslys had potential. She was a striking figure with dark blonde hair cut short and laid close against her head in scalloped bands. A black velvet headband with tulle and crystal accent across the middle. Her face had a cherubic quality, full cheeks and plump lips, bright red lipstick set again her pale complexion. The smoky eye and full black lashes accented her amber eyes flecked with gold. She had a very feminine flapper sort of look that contrasted with her choice of masculine tuxedo (although it was cut perfectly to show off her curves).
She did draw attention in with the intensity of her performance paired with her absolute silence, but Jan felt she took it way too far.
During performances she held herself fully removed; operating sound equipment and always remaining pristine in her evening wear. The other two members of the trio fully immersed themselves in their chosen medium; touching, eating, drinking, and covering themselves in food and beverages. That alone annoyed Jan, causing her to glare at Deslys from her position at the back of the audience.
She would continue with her angry looks until Deslys redirected her attention to Jan. Anytime she made eye contact in return, Jan would falter and immediately look away. Deslys’ gaze was inscrutable; it held no obvious hint of anger, discomfort, curiosity, or anything else Jan could identify.
Deslys angered Jan further at the after show orgies; once again she was removed from the proceedings and still entirely silent. She’d sit in an wingback chair with that same emotionless gaze and watch the other two performers writhing on the floor in a bacchanalian frenzy. A few times an audience member would attempt to draw her in. If they caressed or kissed her Deslys would allow the contact without any response but if they made a move to unbutton or remove an item of clothing she would gently raise a hand to stop them.
Jan fumed over it. This was their audience. A silent performance during the show was one thing, but there was absolutely no reason to continue the ruse beyond that point. Jan felt strongly they the performers should be expressive with their gratitude toward the people who’d come to watch; that had been the whole purpose behind the orgies to begin with; and Deslys sat there refusing to participate or even speak to their fans; it was insulting.
Jan had addressed this several times during their weekly meetings, but Manuel and Pilcher had been dismissive of her concerns simply stating that she was a silent performer. Deslys wouldn’t even speak during their team meetings. When Jan realized that she’d also refused to speak to the journalist when he’d attempted to interview her that was the final straw for Jan.
At the next team meeting, Jan informed the group that it would be Deslys’ turn to provide them with an after dinner speech this evening. When Manuel started to object, Jan cut him off and reiterated that Deslys would be expected to speak this evening. When she looked at Deslys, she had to immediately avert her gaze; that unsettling look that made Jan feel like she was falling. She detested it.
Dinner arrived and Jan cordially invited Deslys to stand for her speech in the most sickly sweet honey voice she could manage. “We very much look forward to hearing your own perspective, especially my journalist, who I hear was unsuccessful earlier.” Deslys did stand, but she simply looked at the wall opposite her, saying nothing. Her fellow performers continued their dinner.
Silence settled on the room and Jan could feel her blood pressure rising. “Anytime dear,” she said through gritted teeth. She noticed she’d gripped the table corner and her knuckles were turning white from pressure. Finally, Manuel cleared his throat, “Deslys prefers to perform in sil…” “Not you,” Jan hissed, “This is Deslys’ after dinner speech. We would like to hear directly from Deslys.” “Yes, as I was saying, Deslys prefers silence as a…” “No!” Jan slammed her fists down on the table causing the plates and stemware to rattle. “This is not a performance. This is dinner! There is no reason she cannot speak for herself.”
“We are here at the institute to work,” now it was Pilcher’s turn to intercede, “She maintains her performance persona while we work, and consequently she will remain silent in your presence as well as the presence of your journalist.” “This is absurd!” Jan once again slammed her fists down. She stood and approached Deslys, standing less than an inch from the side of Deslys’ head before continuing, “The way she refuses to immerse herself in the medium, refuses to express her perspective at any point, and brushes aside the audience is insulting! She is a hindrance to your team. I’ll admit that silence can be an effective way of drawing attention in but it must be tempered properly. As is, she is just dead weight to the group! You could be better served with someone else.”
Deslys stood seemingly content while Jan had conducted this tirade right next to the side of her head; she’d spoken about her as if she wasn’t even present. But now she turned her head toward Jan, she’d moved so close during her vitriol that their faces nearly met as Deslys turned toward her. Jan retreated immediately, turning back to take her seat.
Pilcher continued calmly, “We have listened to your concerns about Deslys’ performance, but we as a group, are pleased with her work and with her manner of contribution.” Deslys calmly retook her seat as the aged doctor chimed in with some seemingly unrelated insight that he somehow managed to tie in to the ancient Greeks. Dinner continued as Jan stewed silently in her seat.
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Deslys crept noiselessly across the room to where Jan slept in a profusion of pinks; pink bedding, pink upholstered headboard, pink silk head scarf, pink silk nightgown (long sleeved with ruffles at the ends), pink walls, pink lamp on the nightstand. She slept in her makeup; garish red lip and a smoky eye that had gotten criminally out of control fully consuming the entirety of her eyelids. Deslys found her a little bit ridiculous and a little bit hypocritical; sleeping all alone in this sprawling mansion while the other members of the institute boarded together in a single room.
She gently grabbed the chain she’d connected underneath to the bed frame when Jan was in her atelier earlier. She placed Jan’s wrists gently on top of the connected cuffs. In one fast motion she closed the cuffs around her. Jan startled awake. She found Deslys leaning over her placidly regarding her with one hand still placed gently on top of her newly restrained arm.
“What the hell do you think you’re…” Jan was cut off by Deslys placing a hand around her throat and slowly applying pressure. Jan stilled and became silent waiting to see what Deslys’ intentions were; revenge for her censure?
Deslys pulled the duvet down from Jan’s upper body. She caressed Jan’s chest with the palm of her hand; locating the nipple of her left breast, she pressed the silk gown taut over it using her thumb and forefinger. She used her other hand to tease the nipple until it hardened; she bent down and placed open mouth kisses to it over the fabric causing Jan to gasp.
She continued kissing, licking, and lightly grazing her teeth over the clothed nipple and Jan began to gently roll her hips underneath the covers. She felt warmth pooling in her core. Deslys had been gentle in her ministrations but she suddenly stopped, lifted her head, grabbed two fistfuls of the fabric of Jan’s gown and violently tore open the buttons on the top. She pressed her lips harshly to Jan’s and stopped the noise that she’d begun to make; a moan? a protest?
She continued to kiss her as she explored her newly exposed breasts with her hands. Jan returned the kiss and opened to allow Deslys to explore deeper as Deslys gently pinched the nipple of Jan’s right breast. Jan began bucking her hips into the air more forcefully. Deslys ran her hand down along Jan’s ribs, down over her belly, and further down over to the side locating her hip bone and gently pressing down pining her hips down onto the mattress and causing Jan to still.
Deslys broke the kiss and leaned back pulling the covers further down off of Jan. As she leaned down Jan noticed she was wearing a strap. Deslys climbed between Jan’s legs and bent back down to resume the kiss as she pulled the bottom of Jan’s nightgown up over her belly. She ran her hands over the bare flesh there as she kissed down Jan’s face to her neck. She ran her hand down and over Jan’s pink silk and lace underwear finding the wet spot that had formed in the front.
Deslys sucked a mark onto Jan’s clavicle before continuing to work her way down leaving open mouthed kisses along her chest. She dipped her fingers into Jan’s panties and parted her slit as she sucked her left nipple into her mouth. Jan groaned as Deslys circled her clit gently with her fingertips. Jan felt herself getting wetter.
Deslys pulled back again and Jan moaned in frustration bucking her hips back up. Deslys slipped her fingers under the sides of Jan’s underwear and pulled them down and off. Jan watched in confusion as Deslys removed lube from her pocket and began applying it to the length of the strap. Jan thought it was a pointless task she was already wet but the sight of her applying it caused Jan’s mouth to water.
Deslys pressed the tip to Jan’s entrance and without warning she shoved the full length in at once. Jan threw her head back thrashing from side to side as Deslys gripped both of her hips and began fucking her hard and fast. Jan felt a burning sensation at being stretched so much so quickly even with the lube but it was followed almost immediately by waves of pleasure making the pain almost enjoyable. She felt Deslys suck hard a her nipple again and she reached above her head looking for something to grab onto. Finding nothing she wrapped the chain the cuffs were attached to around her hands a few times and held on as Deslys continued to fuck her at a bruising pace.
When she felt Deslys’ fingers on her clit again Jan felt she was going to cum. She was so close. It felt so good. But Deslys abruptly stopped pulling completely out of her and leaning back again. “No, no! Please! I’m so close. Please!” Deslys removed her bow tie, balled it up and shoved it into Jan’s mouth. She grabbed her by the hips and pushed her to roll over. Jan complied and Deslys pulled her up onto her knees, grabbing two pillows from the head of the bed and placing them under Jan’s belly. She pressed on her lower back pushing her down and causing her to arch with her belly pressing in the pillows.
Deslys re-entered Jan from the back, this time she was slower and more gently. Her grip on her hips was more gentle also as she languidly fucked her. The new angle was causing the tip of the strap to hit the small spongy space inside of her that sent electric currents through her body. She felt Deslys spit onto her asshole and rub the spit with the tip of her index finger.
“Ungh!” Jan was trying to protest but it came out muffled with the bow tie still in her mouth. She felt more of the lube on her ass and then Deslys dipped her index finger inside. “Ughh!” Jan had never been fucked anally before. Deslys pressed further in and began curling her finger inside as she continued to fuck her cunt slowly.
Jan felt Deslys press a second finger against her entrance and then press inside. She curled them inside of her and then scissored them opening the ring of muscle further. Jan buried her face into the pillow in front of her no longer caring whether she smeared her makeup. She moaned at the sensation of being fucked in both holes.
When Deslys felt Jan was relaxed enough she pulled a plug out of her jacket and shoved it into her ass stretching her open even more. She started to fuck her cunt faster and deeper while she reached up squeezing one of her breasts and placing two fingers of her other hand into her mouth. She pressed down on the fabric and her tongue holding her mouth open. Jan felt penetrated from all sides. She felt herself starting to drool.
Jan’s eyes rolled back in head as she felt her orgasm building again. Deslys released her breast and started to apply pressure to Jan’s clit again. That was all it took for Jan’s brain to short out as she came clenching down hard on the strap. She felt slick running down onto her thighs as she collapsed fully into the bed.
Deslys wasn’t quite finished with her yet. She laid down at the bottom of the bed and pushed Jan’s legs back up and open as Jan tried to recover and catch her breath. She reached up underneath her and pushed the pillows out from under her belly before crawling up the mattress and underneath her open legs. She pushed Jan into as sitting position with her ass resting in Deslys’ chest. She pushed the nightgown back up and reached up to place kisses on Jan’s bare belly. Jan felt boneless from force of her orgasm.
Deslys reached up and removed the bow tie from her mouth while continuing to kiss her lower belly and thighs. She brought a hand cuff key up and unlocked the cuffs allowing Jan to sit up more fully onto her chest. She brought her wrists down and placed kisses on them where the cuffs had been. Jan was enjoying the gentleness.
Her mouth fell open slightly as she watched Deslys caress and kiss every bit of her skin that she could reach. It felt nice. Jan gently rolled her hips down grinding her bare cunt on Deslys’ chest and enjoying the sensation. Deslys looked up, making eye contact with Jan and rubbing her hands along Jan’s thighs as she repeated the motion. Deslys looked at her mouth hanging slack and reached down onto the bed, picking up the strap she’d removed.
She brought the cock up to Jan’s mouth and gently pressed encouraging her to take it inside. It was still coated from top to bottom with Jan’s cum and she tasted it on her tongue as she opened to allow it in. Deslys pressed it further into Jan’s mouth as she licked her tongue into Jan’s slit, causing Jan to moan around the cock.
She wrapped an arm over Jan’s leg and pressed her forward so she could lick all along her entrance collecting as much of her juices on her tongue as possible. At the same time she pressed the cock all the way to the back of Jan’s mouth. She gagged but Deslys forced her to keep it there until her gagging turned into her trying to moan around the dick in her mouth.
She reached up and placed Jan’s hands around the cock encouraging her to fuck her own mouth with it. She pulled gently at her hair to get her to throw her head back and then she pressed on her hands getting her to swallow more of the cock. Eventually she coaxed her into swallowing the whole length of it.
Deslys then continued her assault on Jan’s cunt, pressing her tongue against the ring of muscle at her entrance and then pressing inside her. Licking and fucking her on her tongue. Jan was drooling down both sides of her mouth now as she felt Deslys’ tongue inside her. Deslys pinched one of her nipples with one hand and fingered her clit with the other. That was all it took for Jan to cum a second time. Her throat contracted around the cock as her cunt clenched down in Deslys tongue and her whole body shook as she came directly into Deslys’ mouth. Deslys sucked, licked, and swallowed greedily underneath her. Finally Deslys reached up pulling the cock out of Jan’s throat leaving a trail of spit after it before Jan collapsed a second time rolling off of Deslys and onto her back.
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Jan lay spent on the bed; the covers a mess around her, her makeup smeared to look like a clown from a horror film, her gown still hiked up over her belly, one of her breast exposed where Deslys had ripped the buttons from the top, her legs lay open and her wet cunt felt cold against the air in the room. Deslys placed a hand underneath her and removed the plug from her ass while placing a kiss on her belly. She then pulled the gown down to cover Jan’s cunt and reached up placing a quick kiss on her lips before backing off the bed and standing.
Jan set up immediately. “Please don’t go,” she begged sounding afraid. Deslys looked at her confused before bending down and gently caressing Jan’s cheek. She kissed her a second time and gestures toward the bathroom. “Oh, okay. I thought you were leaving me.” Deslys shook her head no and went into the bathroom.
Jan heard her running water in the bath. Deslys returned holding her hand out to Jan. Jan took it and slid off the bed. Deslys reached down and gathered the torn gown in her hands lifting it and prompting Jan to remove it over her head. Deslys bent down and placed a kiss on her bare belly before stepping behind Jan, wrapping her arms around her belly, and leading her into the bath.
Once Jan was submerged in the water Deslys sat down on the side of the tub with makeup removal wipes. She gently removed Jan’s eye make up and lipstick before placing kisses on her newly makeup free light pink lips. She left and returned with a cup a camomile tea. She placed a towel and bathrobe next to the tub and left to allow Jan to soak in peace.
She returned later to help Jan from the tub and to wrap her in the towel. She helped her dry off before holding the robe open for her. She led her back into the bedroom.
Jan turned and placed her hands on Deslys’ jacket. “May I unbutton it?” Deslys nodded yes. Jan unbuttoned and removed her jacket, her waist coat and braces. She untucked the shirt and opened her trousers. Deslys slipped them down her legs before stepping out of them. Jan opened buttons and the top and bottom of Deslys’ shirt before Deslys stopped her by taking her hand and leading her over to the bed. She opened the covers for Jan to slip underneath before joining her there.
Deslys pulled Jan against her and Jan slipped her leg over Deslys’ and buried her face into the crook of her neck. As she drifted off to sleep with Deslys rubbing her back she realized she still hadn’t heard Deslys speak.
#flux gourmet#jan stevens#my fic#original female character#gwendoline christie#wlw smut#drunk writing
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It’s Me Birthday
I was going to draw a cute lil picture but due to a lil bit of art burnout I wasn’t able to- so instead I’m gonna write a bit of an update of my life by looking back at the past year since my last birthday.
Last year at this time I was working a job that made me miserable and wondering what I was doing with my life. It was a few months after meeting Flash, Flux, and Guru (Dawn and Doe too!) and I had just gotten back into military history- something I felt for a long time was wrong and bad for me to be into. I ended up quitting that job and starting a job that is my favorite to this day (though sadly I moved and couldn’t keep the job) and getting closer to a lot of people I’ve met through this community.
The people I’ve met here- like Silver, Doe, Daw, Flash, Ally, Flux, Guru, Summer, Aw0, Captain Molasses, Saryn ( and Fly Guy through him), Sugar, TechBro, Dainty, Paint, Dark, and so so many more- helped me so much in being comfortable and confident in who I am. They have been a constant supportive force in my life since I’ve opened myself up to them here and helped me through one of the hardest transitioning periods in my life.
In this time I’ve moved states, starting a new job, started a new Church, started a new relationship, and started being unapologetically me and I have my amazing friends to thank for helping me get to this point!
I also need to sing raises to God because where I was just s year ago was a place that looking back on it I really wasn’t happy- I didn’t know it myself but He did. I was around people who put me down (mostly those old jobs) and made me feel I wasn’t good enough and an idiot and now I’m around people who love and value me! Only God could of so perfectly brought me from where I was to where I am now.
I gotta give special thanks to a few key players in helping me out over these last few months and if you aren’t in the list don’t think that doesn’t mean I don’t value you! I think I means we need to chat more! Seriously, feel free to dm me! :3
Doe: Honey- thank you. You were the first I came to when I realized what I did and you were so patient with me, you gave me a distraction and an ear to listen while I was figuring life out. You never said “oh do this” or “do that” just listened and held me to my decision. You even gave me the kick to tell Guru how I felt!
Flux: You stayed up with me in late night calls- helping me process everything when my world was falling a part. You helped me understand my feelings and realize that feeling my feelings was okay. You’ve been the big brother I always wanted and it was so nice to bound with you while we courted out S/Os. I’m grateful for you being there when I was so scared.
Ally: You ALSO helped me understand my feelings and understand that it’s okay to feel my feelings. You sat with me while I toiled with anger and sadness; and you vented back to me your own. You have been steadfast in your support and love for me and I’m grateful to have a friend like that- you also have been nothing but supportive of me and Guru and always know what to say when I need it. Yeah misses “you are cute,” I see you
Flash: Fella you started it all! You brought me to these friendships. Your a quite strong wall of support for us and I just hope I can be one back to you. You remind me repeatedly “is this under God?” And it’s great to have a friend like that. Your a great artist and I’m glad to have you as a friend- we gotta do more with Fell and Celeste!
SilverWing: Honey get OVER HERE! You’ve been so supportive and kind to me in your feral way and I love it. It’s so nice having someone in my life who wants to pop off about the interests I thought for YEARS I wasn’t allowed to have. We don’t talk as much as I do some others on this list but we don’t have to either. Just vibes all the time 😎
Dawn: We don’t talk that much but I can always trust you. No doubt you are my friend and that being around you is always a blast. Your art is amazing and I do hope we can grow closer- but we really don’t need to, it’s just vibes all the time and I’m grateful for you.
Dainty: Girly we may not be extremely close or whatever but ASSDSDSD YOU ASADSF!! Always supportive and kind to me, always saying nice stuff about me!! You are really awesome thanks for bring my friend!
Dark: Dark, you know well by now I call you my dad. You have been in my life since I was 16 and have supported me though so much- you watched me grow up and grow into my own and I do hope I made you proud. When you saw all that stuff happening with me you stepped up to help me in your amazing Dark way and I’m so grateful for it and you. I just wish I knew how to return the favor. Please don’t undervalue yourself of your art- you are a huge inspiration to me and I don’t want you to leave my life. I trust you.
Guru: Well honey it’s your turn now. I’ve been writing this for the 30 min.
You have had such a healthy and happy impact on my life. You support me and love me just the way I am! You are an amazing and godly man that I can say wholeheartedly I love. You were part of why I got back into the military and you’ve been so crazy supportive in that time I really needed it. I’m so glad we grew closer and you ended up catching feelings for me like I did you. Having a great Christian man by my side is nothing short of amazing and the fact that on top of it all you are handsome, outgoing, well rounded, bubbly/friendly, understanding, and patients. You are the whole package as they say.
I love you hun and don’t you forget it
but honestly I love everyone I mentioned- thank you guys (and so many more) for being in my life ❤️
#mod talks#Text post#birthday#hope I didn’t embarrass anyone but myself lol#will probably come back and tag people later#But I wanna eat food
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Omega Radio for July 14, 2021; #273.
X-Ray Spex: “The Day The World Turned Day-Glo”
Wayne County & The Electric Chairs: “Fuck Off”
Lewd, The: “Pay Or Die”
Adicts, The: “Numbers”
Suicidal Tendencies: “Suicide’s An Alternative / You’ll Be Sorry”
Pere Ubu: “30 Seconds Over Tokyo”
Honey Bane: “Girl On The Run”
Flux Of Pink Indians: “Neu Smell”
Crass: “Rock Is Dead”
Buzzcocks: “Everybody’s Happy Nowadays”
Swell Maps: “Black Velvet”
Fear: “Beef Baloney” + “New York’s Alright If You Like Saxophones” (live)
Alley Cats: “Nothing Means Nothing Anymore”
Adverts, The: “One Chord Wonders”
Flipper: “Love Canal”
Captain Sensible: “Wot”
Nikki & The Corvettes: “You Make Me Crazy”
X: “The World’s A Mess / It’s In My Kiss”
Mekons, The: “Work All Week”
Television: “Little Johnny Jewel”
Black Flag: “Depression”
Dead Kennedys: “California Uber Allies”
Angry Samoans: “Steak Knife”
Dictators, The: “America The Beautiful”
Government Issue: “Rock And Roll Bullshit”
Dogs, The: “Younger Point Of View”
Pure Hell: “Wild One”
Plugz, The: “La Bamba”
Cramps, The: “Can Your Pussy Do The Dog?”
Agent Orange: “The Last Goodbye”
Rezillos, The: “I Can’t Stand My Baby”
Undertones, The: “Girls That Don’t Talk”
Weirdos, The: “7 & 7 Is”
Au Pairs: “Domestic Departure”
Damned, The: “Noise, Noise, Noise”
Cravats, The: “When Will We Fall”
Chaos UK: “I Wanna’ Be Left Alone”
Annie Anxiety: “Cyanide Fears”
Fall, The: “Fiery Jack”
Wire: “Pink Flag”
Dickies, The: “Pretty Please Me”
Deadbeats, The: “Kill The Hippies”
Protex: “I Can Only Dream”
Suburban Lawns: “Gidget Goes To Hell”
Il Y A Volkswagens: “Kill Myself”
Cosmopolitans, The: “(How To Keep Your) Husband Happy”
Germs, The: “Forming”
Randoms, The: “Let’s Get Rid Of New York”
Bags: “We Don’t Need The English”
Cortinas, The: “Fascist Dictator”
Bonus Omega; classic punk.
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Goodbye...
It means God be with you
In Spanish, it’s something similar
Adios - A Díos - To God
It’s an interesting feeling
One simple on the surface
But complex and deep in each interaction
It’s bittersweet
The words make your mouth taste like shattered glass covered in honey
The rough texture is barely any reward
It leaves you broken
Like you’ve fallen from ten stories up, with limbs at awkward angles
But you’re whole too
Warm and relaxed with the idea of when we meet again
It fills you with sadness
A well of pouring emotions, overflowing and fractured and fragmented and bubbling
Or hope
A sore ache in my heart, of a new wound torn open
A puffed-up weight off my shoulders that takes flight with its outstretched wings
They took a part of my soul with the words
Yet the possibility that we will meet again flutters in my stomach
But always that underlying feeling of gravel and thornes
Of being alone
Again
I’ve had a lot
Too many final ones
I can’t tell if I’m good or bad at them
Some filled with tears
As a casket is carried away, under bearing arms of grief-stricken faces
Wails of their loved ones covering it in a blanket of what could have been
Of hopeless thoughts of a non-existent return
An empty chasm where they used to be
When they left when I needed them most
Because I don’t want to be alone again
I can’t be without them
When I have no control and they can’t stay
They never stay
Some with brief, breathless kisses
Nearly devoid of passion, replaced by desperation
Arms wrapped around each other trying to keep the other close
Trying to hold onto one last moment together
As the dread of time without them looms over
Some are proud, as relief drips down my spine
For my final words sent them away
As safety wraps its warm blanket arms around mine
No longer able to be hurt by their taloned hands and shark-toothed words
Sometimes I don’t even say it
I just walk away
Vanishing in the crowded halls, invisible in the flux
Leaving those around me to wonder where I’d gone
Or they never even realize that I left
Or they never knew I was there
An apparition of a memory
Sometimes it’s a brief hug in passing, barely a touch at the hips and shoulders
A quick squeeze of a hand
A blushed wave and averted eyes
A screaming slam of a door, that I wish I apologized for
Most of the time, I don’t want to say it
Because when I do, there is a finality in it
That everything we have been through has come to an end
And yet they still happen
No matter what I try and do
During the day
And long sleepless nights
Quiet phone calls where neither of us want to leave
Where guilt mixes with the need to go
And exhaustion slurring each thought
As we blunder through speech, not wanting to sleep, but too tired to move
At school
With passing high fives and shouted I love yous
At home
With head pats and cuddles from yapping pets
And a hospital
Why are the worst ones always at the hospital
Why can’t you stay?
And we can keep holding on to one another
Playing our favorite video games
Watching new movies
Talking about our day
Eating dinner that we made together
But you can’t stay
Where is this good in these stupid words?
I hate saying it
A defeat
An acknowledgment that time has passed
and that
I
will
be
Alone
again…
Masterlist
#Another old poem#the lights are loud#poetry#goodbyes#endings#poem#poets on tumblr#writing#writers on tumblr#Light's Poetry Corner
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??: The Weight of a Crown || dolls, witches, chronic illness, helplessness, fatigue, gross, cute?, too sick to know who was driving
pat pat pat pat pat...FLUMPF
Weight on my chest, somehow managing to constrict it yet further, beyond the crushing grip of phlegm and mucus. Please let it just be the demon...
No such luck; I could wiggle my fingers. Which left only...
I cracked an eye open and was greeted instead by a concerned expression, vapid and vacant. Not my work, that; girl had always been that way, despite my efforts to the contrary. Judge me if you will, but some dolls were just too doll for me.
"Do you feel better, Miss?"
Had I wished to answer, it would have been impossible with the doll perched on my chest, but at that moment, something in the back of my throat squirmed and a fit of hacking seized me, threatening to crack ribs and dislocate vertebrae.
My eyes blinked open again, bones still intact, if not where they were meant to be, mouthing a silent "no."
Mere centimeters away, the mask of concern remained unfazed, now covered in flecks and chunks of inky black sputum.
"Oh no! It hopes you feel better soon, Miss!"
The flecks had already begun to move, stretching out filopodia and creeping across its face to begin to coalesce into a dark-winged thing atop the bone-white porcelain.
"Me too." I managed to croak a response. "Wipe your face before that flies away."
It complied blandly, a handkerchief wiping the corruption, if not the expression, from its face. I suppose it had been too much to hope for the latter...
"Has Miss tried honey? That can soothe a sore throat."
I groaned. "That won't help, but thank you." I'd explained it before, but that hadn't stuck. One of the least understood properties of this ailment was that dolls simply couldn't comprehend it.
"This one will cook and clean and Miss can stay in bed and work on feeling better!"
"I...thank you, dear doll."
Flux sickness, brumerot, void consumption...we had countless names for the same thing, but any of them would just have gone in one ear and out the other.
"Maybe some medicine? It can go get you some!"
"Again, that won't help, but thank you."
"Miss...?"
"...Yes?"
"There is something leaking from your nose."
I grabbed its hand and used it as a rough approximation of a tissue, wiping away the dripping ooze on the smooth, chill surface. One pathetic breath of clean air, then I was back to blowing bubbles in oily snot.
"Miss should get some sleep!"
What exactly did it think I was trying to do, before the interruption? "There's a doll on my chest."
"That's me!"
"I...yes, yes that's you."
"It can sing you a lullaby!"
"I need silence. Peace"
"..."
"..."
"It can make you some soup! That will help!"
It wouldn't, but maybe it would keep the thing occupied for a bit. "That sounds great. You should go do that."
"Oh, but then Miss would be all alone, and it wouldn't know if you feel better..."
"I won't."
"..."
"..."
"Perhaps this one could wear the big hat, Miss? So it doesn't weigh you down so much?"
"For the seventh time, it can't be taken off."
"Oh..."
"So stop asking."
"Okay!"
"..."
"..."
"..."
"Do you feel better, Miss? It hopes you feel better soon!"
#empty spaces#microfiction#fiction#dollposting#dolls#witches#chronic illness#helplessness#fatigue#gross#cute?#too sick to know who was driving
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Awake after a nap, here’s more Aro-spec buns for you lovely people. Joining us this year is Orchid Romantic! We’re starting to get into slightly more obscure labels with multiple flag variations. Lmk if you are any of these identities and would like to be represented by a different flag design; I’ll be more than happy to make a variation for you honey buns.
[ID Start: Four icons of various aromantic spectrum identities’ flags all with “aro-spec as heck” curving around a binkying dark brown dutch rabbit. First is the Aro flux flag: dark pink, light pink, light yellow, light green, green. Second is fray romantic; grey, light grey, white, light blue, blue. Third is orchid romantic; yellow, grey, dark grey, light green. Fourth is the cupio romantic flag; grey, violet, white, pink. /End ID.]
Check out here for Aro-spec, aro-ace, allo aro, and aromantic flags! This one for the Non-SAM, Loveless, Demi, and Grey Aro flags. And this one for akio/lith, aego, abro, and angled aro ace. More to come throughout ASAW 2023. DM or send an Ask for an aro flag request! These icons are free to use, no need to credit.
#ASAW#aromantic#free pride icons#aromantic spectrum#rabbits#aroflux#frayromantic#orchidromantic#cupioromantic#aro-spec as heck#image description#b-k describes#generally I chose the designs that fit my pallet#to keep things quick and simple
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