#ShadowPlay

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Star Trek: Deep Space Nine - Season 2 Episode 16 "Shadowplay"

Been rewatching DS9 and found a scene I had to make gifs of

And a little bonus spinny Odo:

DS9 S2E16 — Shadow Play

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2x16 - Shadowplay

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Shoutout to Julian in Shadowplay for showing up in exactly one scene, getting super excited about spying on Quark for Kira, name dropping his sketchy lizard boyfriend in one of his two lines in the whole episode, and then totally dropping the ball. He had ONE JOB that he was SUPER EXCITED ABOUT and he did not do it. He just wandered off, never to be seen again, while Quark committed crimes. He probably watched Quark for half an hour and then went to Garak’s shop to gush about what a great spy he was. You’re a legend, Julian Bashir.

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Shadowplay (2020) || Blessed (1.06)

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Hello, I come bearing the new covers of Micah Grey! Art by Vera Dramovski, who did the US covers for Emily Wilde.

Pantomime & Shadowplay were first released in 2013 and 2014. After the first publisher imprint closed, I managed to re-sell the first two and complete the trilogy in 2017.

Last year, thanks to the commercial success of Dragonfall, I was able to get the rights back and re-sell to my current US and UK publisher. This time, I decided to edit the books for content and to bring them up in line to my current writing style. I initially thought they would be minor edits. They...were not. Same spirit and overall journey, but polished to hopefully shine as bright as Penglass. When it was first released, it was the first YA book with an intersex protagonist in any genre. It's now been aged up to new adult (Micah is 18 instead of 16, but I haven't made it significantly spicier or anything). I'm excited to re-release it and be able to openly talk about its themes. My first publisher considered it a twist and I was asked not to mention he was intersex the first time around. But Dragonfall, which is in a queernorm world and has a nonbinary protagonist, has had some transphobic nonsense, and I'm pretty anxious about re-releasing it in a time where things are in many ways more polarized than when I first released it 12 years ago.

Anyway, book 1 is out in September and if you would like to read it (or preorder!), I hope you enjoy reading about a queer magic circus. At least this time you won't have to wait 3 years after the cliff-hanger at the end of book 2--you'll only have a 2 month gap.

“Set in a vividly imagined world…Pantomime is a fable-like story as beautifully unique as its main character.” —Malinda Lo, New York Times-bestselling author of Last Night at the Telegraph Club

In a land of lost wonders, the past is stirring once more . . .

Micah runs away from a debutante’s life at home and joins the circus, harboring two secrets—one: he was born between male and female, and two: he may have powers last seen in mysterious beings from an almost-forgotten age. Micah discovers the joy of flight as an aerialist, courting his trapeze partner, Aenea, and confiding in the mysterious white clown, Drystan. He finally feels free. But the circus has a dark side, and Micah’s past isn’t done with him.

Meanwhile, the strange 'ghost' of a woman with damselfly wings whispers to Micah that only he can help magic return to the realm, and he fears she may be right . . .

Micah has much to learn, and he must do it quickly—before his past and future collide, with catastrophic consequences.

"[A]n exotic and detailed world, peopled by characters that I’d love to be friends with…and some I’d never want to cross paths with." —Robin Hobb, New York Times-bestselling author of Fool’s Assassin

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@whumpril | Day #4: Threat Shadowplay/The Defeated (2020)

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🗓️2007 - 18 Years Ago - 34 Years Old⏰

Every throwback photo is proof that life is meant to be lived, love is meant to be shared, and memories are meant to be cherished." 💫💛

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... lights and shadows ...

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Shadowplay - Mutti (1.07) || For @whump-they-it-is

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Catch Me if You Can

Kinktober Day 5: Ruhn x Reader [Shadowplay]

Summary: Ruhn lives for the chase.

Warnings: Smut, dom/sub dynamics, bondage, shadowplay

Word Count: 2,702

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“I’m home,” Ruhn calls as he enters through the doorway. He’s looking for you, just wants to hold you and kiss you and maybe fondle you a little because he’s had the longest day, like, ever, and the only thing that kept him going was the thought of coming home to you and his otherwise empty house.

He kicks off his shoes, heart warming as he hears you pad closer. He tugs off his coat, brows furrowing when you don’t throw yourself at him because you’re just as eager to see him as he is you. 

“Deer?” he questions, lifting his head from his task. His gaze catches on you, scantily clad in a dark as night lace set, leaning up against the couch like the sexy fae you are.

“Welcome home, Ruhn,” you greet, trailing a finger across the back of the couch and reveling in the way his piercing blue eyes drink you in. From your done up hair to your painted lips, down the creamy skin of your throat, his eyes hungry like he might just take a bite. His gaze is warm as it travels across your breasts, tops peeking out from the low lined fabric and down to your covered cunt, throbbing for need for him that pulses in time with his heart. You pout a little and his pupils flare wide. “Did you miss me today?”

He nods because he can’t speak around the dryness of his throat. He’s forgotten all about his horrible day now that you’re here, distracting him like this. You look incredible, best he’s ever seen, and his cock wastes no time in waking up, straining against his pants like he’s a rutting teenager who can’t control himself all over again.

“How much?” you tease, stretching for his convenience. “Took you forever to get home, I’m getting a little tired.” 

Ruhn steps closer in protest, and you move back, holding his heated gaze.

You keep to your side of the couch, it is a heavy obstacle between you as you try to hold in your giggles, keeping your face as stoic as you can. Ruhn doesn’t look like he’s much up for games at this time of night, with you dressed like that no less, but for you, this is fun.

“Come here,” he demands, tone so low and powerful it makes your thighs tremble. You force yourself not to clench them together as you imagine his rumbling words against your clit. Your fingers dig into the cushions of the sofa.

“No,” you sound breathless when you want to sound as confident as he is. 

“I won’t say it again,” Ruhn replies, eyes molten with desire.

He doesn’t have to. You won’t go to him, you like the chase too much. 

His shadows pool in your peripherals, but you know him better than that. You knew he would be sending the whorls of night after you, locking your limbs to the floor, to the couch so that he can catch you and take what’s his. You pout slightly, darting away as Ruhn hauls his leg over the arm of the couch towards you, his shadows snapping into action.

They graze your skin, swirling up your thighs and you squeal but they don’t constrict. Maybe Ruhn is enjoying the chase too, especially since you’re heading up the stairs and towards his room.

Your steps falter once you reach the second floor landing, his shadows slipping between the airy fabric of your panties and the wetness of your heat. Gasping, you try to keep moving, nearly to his room where you can launch yourself onto his plush bed, but the lick of night soothes against your throbbing clit like ice and you nearly bite through your lip.

Through the door, the whisper of black invades you, curling between your breasts and the icy night pierces your nipples, tightening them into hard nubs that rub against the fabric of your tight top. The sensations are wonderful, so wonderful that your knees give out from under you but Ruhn is there, catching you around the waist, breaking your fall with his mattress. 

“No,” you shout, as his teeth nip at your neck. He’s trying to pin you to the mattress, his hands clawing at your clothing to rid you of it because he’s so hard right now and chasing you up the stairs with your ass peeking out of your panties didn’t help. His vantage point was worth it though, and he’s happy that he hadn’t just used his shadows to tie you down.

His demeanor changes completely at your frantic plea. The shadows slip from your body and you nearly whimper from the loss. His body goes stiff before he’s scrambling away from you, sitting back on his knees as his blue eyes search yours frantically. “What is it?” Ruhn asks, “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

“No,” you assure, and his shoulders fall in relief, “No, it’s not that. I just…” you trail off, suddenly becoming nervous before your mate.

Your cheeks go pink and you shift, breaking eye contact with him. 

“What is it, deer?” Ruhn asks softly, putting his weight on one hand so he can lean in closer. He catches your chin in one hand, tilting your head to meet his gaze once more. “Tell me.” 

You worry your lip, blinking up at him. Your fingers play nervously in the sheets but you don’t know why you’re feeling this way. You’ve done something similar to what you’re wanting so many times, but you know how Ruhn likes to touch. 

He appears calm, though, strong, even if his stomach is twisting into so many knots as he waits for you to say something. Are you going to tell him that he’s not enough in bed? That you want to break up with him? That you’re in love with one of his friends?

“I, um,” you stutter, swallowing harshly as you try to get the words out, “I don’t want you to touch me.” 

You can see that he takes your words in a different way than you meant them. His jaw tightens, muscle flickering as he grinds his teeth and his hand falls from your face immediately as he whispers, “Oh.”

“No, no,” you correct, grabbing his hand before he can pull back. Shaking your head, you continue, “I didn’t mean it like that.” His brows knit together in confusion, so you continue. “I want your shadows to touch me, Ruhn. Only your shadows.”

And that gets his cock stiff again. He peeks over at the shadows, waiting at the sides of the bed like the obedient beings they are. Even they seem to straighten at your words, slithering against each other languidly. 

“Can I kiss you first?” Ruhn asks softly. He needs to taste you, lick the reassurance from your lips that you’re not bored with him and going to throw him to the curb. “Please?” 

“Of course,” you grant, pulling him into you. He keeps his body well away from yours, leaning over you as you settle yourself onto his pillows. 

He can lean down right now and have you pinned beneath him, but the way you’re looking up at him, eyes bright and excited, he can’t. Instead, he takes your mouth with his, teasing his tongue across your lips before diving inside and ravaging the only part of you he’s allowed to touch right now.

You get lost in him like you always do. The weight of his tongue against yours, guiding you, tasting you. The wicked things he can do with that tongue, that mouth, you remember, and wetness pools between your legs. You whimper as he nips at your lips, the bite of the ring pierced through the muscle teasing you in long strokes that you wish were pressed against your cunt.

When he feels your arms reaching to wrap around his neck and pull him completely into you, he forces himself away, backing up to the edge of the bed and leaning against the wall, chest heaving as he stares at you, lips swollen and cheeks red, fingers gripping the sheets.

Your mouth parts to demand he come back, but he’s cutting you off. “Spread your legs for me, deer.”

Swallowing harshly, you don’t break eye contact as you do what you’re told. 

Swirls of shadow slide towards you, like ribbons of black against silken sheets. Your heart is racing like a wild horse as they approach, and Ruhn can’t take his eyes off of you even though yours have flickered down to the swirling masses across the bed, watching in anticipation. 

He lets them slide up your bare legs. 

They’re cool against your hot body and the lightness of their touch causes you to shiver, breath catching in your throat. Your breasts tighten with the sensation, and even more so when they glide up your body, avoiding your cunt and swirling tight circles beneath the fabric of your lace set and around your nipples.

“Oh,” you gasp out, head falling back at the sensation.

Ruhn watches like a hawk, stiff in his pants. He’s focusing intently on each one, the way your pretty pink lips part pleasurably when one of the shadows caresses that soft spot on your neck, the way your fingers fist the sheets when another curls loosely around your throat.

He’s utterly entranced by you, so much that he doesn’t realize some of the shadows have broken off towards him and are trying to slip down into his jeans. He hadn’t considered this, the both of you seeking pleasure in the darkness that follows him. He considers for a moment, but there are plenty of shadows to go around.

He peels his pants off of his legs and the movement on the bed draws your attention. He shucks his shirt off, exposing his long, tattooed torso, and you swallow thickly at the sight. His hair drapes over his shoulder, the silky strands looking like midnight, and shadows are running up his own body, across pectorals and around his shoulders, down strong legs and sneaking up into his underpants, causing him to release a surprised, but breathy groan.

“Eager little things, aren’t they deer?” he asks you, smirking at the look on your face. Your eyes are round, and a shadow breezes across your dripping cunt, causing you to cry out softly. Ruhns eyes blare with heat and he’s almost second guessing this idea not to touch because he really really wants to touch you right now.

But a shadow is wrapping around his cock like a snake, tugging tighter and tighter until he’s all but ripping the remaining clothing from his body and settling against the wall. He lets the shadows wrap around his wrists and pin them to the bed because if they don’t, that hunger will win over and he’ll pounce right on top of your writhing body. 

“Yes,” you agree, but he’s not so sure you heard what he said, as his shadows work you slowly. He wants to huff a laugh but it sticks in his throat as a night-chilled shadows slips across his slit.

“You need to take those clothes off,” he grunts, tugging on the shadows around his wrists. They’re solid restraints and he’s regretting allowing them such dominance because he wants to reach his hand down and fist his cock at the sight of you. His shadows are taking much too long.

“Yes,” you gasp back, but you don’t need to do a thing, the shadows slicing neat through the fabric. It sends shivers up Ruhns spine, how they can become sentient when they want to, with seemingly minds of their own. It should scare him, probably, but right now he’s anything but.

The tatters of your clothes are brushed away by a phantom breeze, exposing your body to him and the shadows. Ruhn inhales sharply at the sight of you, all laid out pretty on his bed like this, legs spread wide and hands pinned to the bed by your head, ready for whatever the shadows have in store for you.

They’re just as ready as you are, wasting no time in sliding through the wetness of your heat. It feels similar to when Ruhn rubs his hot length against your cunt, wetting it and teasing you before pressing in fully, and you wonder if they’ve picked this particular trick up from their master. Either way, it has you biting your lip and bucking your hips in pleasure, awaiting their next move.

Ruhns body is stiff, coiled tightly as he strains silently against the restraints because he needs to get a fucking hand on himself, now. He watches your eyes roll into the back of your head as they spread your cunt wide and one of them dips slowly into your cunt. The noise you make makes his cock bob.

It feels like a tongue, almost, grazing across your sensitive clit and plunging into your cunt. It flickers once, twice, before another is poking its way through, both moving deeper into you, stretching you and filling you with their pooling darkness.

Your body wracks with satisfaction, and every noise of encouragement you make has both the shadows and Ruhn responding. Ruhn telling you how good you look, the things he’s going to do to you after his shadows have had their fun. His voice sounds strained, and when you glance over at him, you see it’s because his own shadows are working his length, up and down in long strokes that have the muscles of his stomach contorting with pleasure.

Gods, is he a sight like that. His head thrown back against the wall, the jutting of his Adam’s apple as he swallows hard, sucking in heaving breaths. It’s surprising to witness him like this, but a delicious sight it is, as they work him closer and closer to his edge.

You don’t know how many shadows are inside of you, if they’ve expanded or seemed to find a new home in your cunt but you can hardly breathe from how much you’re being stretched. Your mind is fuzzy with sensation. It’s almost too much, the way they pinch and nip at your nipples, curl around your ear with whispers of cut conversations with Ruhn, sounding filthy and low. There’s a shadow rubbing tight circles around your clit, so stimulating and knowing exactly how to draw that mind-shattering orgasm from you. Your body jerks against the bed, moans falling from your parted lips so easily for them as you cum.

Ruhn’s right behind you, the shadows a constant pressure against his cock. He’d used them once or twice when he was young and would do anything to get off, but it's been years since he’s used them to pleasure a girl. He doesn’t think he’s used them like this on anyone except you, right now, and he vows he’ll never use them on anyone else like this. This is for you and him only. 

“Fuck,” he groans, spewing on the sheets. The shadows work him through it, knowing exactly when to let his spent cock go limp against his thigh. They seem to disappear quickly, slinking back into the shadows and he all but collapses by your side, pulling you into his chest for a fervent kiss no matter how drained he is. He needs to feel your body against his.

“Thank you, Ruhn,” you speak softly, eyes shut and body loose from the orgasm. His body is warm and you burrow closer to him, not at all caring about the mess between your legs nor his on the sheets. It can all be cleaned up later, after some sleep with your mate. “I love you.”

“I love you too, deer,” Ruhn replies, brushing the hair from your face. He can’t help himself, holding you tightly to his chest and pressing soft kisses to your cheeks. He feels the need to keep you close, like he’s almost possessive, trying to show that even though he’s allowed his shadows to help you out like this tonight, that’s all it is. You’re his, first and foremost.

And he loves you like the darkness loves a secret.

[contrael]

Scarab: Get your drunk ass up, you, incompetent excuse of a wishmaster! Party's over!

Prismo: Give me a minute, dude! ...Scrabby, do you realize, where technically my head is now?

Scarab: I'm trying not to think about it, thank you very much!

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(via Pinterest   || Curated with love by yogadaily)   

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Y’know what? I love you *undoes your lobotomy*

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Shadowplay (2020) || Brother Edmund (1.02)

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Shadow | Demon!Chishiya x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Shadow play - NSFW - Demon!Chishiya - Reader gets set up - Bad friends - Drunk!Reader - Dub/Con - Fingering -

Note: HAPPY HALLOWEEN

When your "friends" told you that it would be a great idea to meet up at the haunted house (a common place among young adults to get drunk) you were not really up for it. Lots of strange things have been happening there for some time now, the internet and even the town was filled with whispers of fear.

Still, they insisted it would be great for set up the mood for Halloween, get some drinks there, tell some scary story and then hit a party.

Yes it sounded good on paper but the reality....

Well, your friends have screwed you. They ditched you last minute leaving you alone outside the big scary house.

You were angry, sad and cold. The black dress did little to cover your skin and protect you from the cold. The stupid witch hat you had picked to dress up did the same, nothing.

Taking a deep breath and deciding to just fuck your friends you were still going to have a good time decided to enter the house. There was something...alluring, like it called for you.

The inside was dark, you had to use your phone to navigate the place. It was clean enough to not feel repulsion.

You soon found a room that had been not used in a long time. It was like time had stopped inside it. You took a place on the bed pulling your bag with you and opening it, revealing lots of beer you were going to share earlier.

But that was soon forgotten, you decided to play some music while you drank your sorrows away.

The more you drank the more the room seemed to get darker, but also it felt....alive. Like it was not part of an abandoned house.

Your skin felt hot now, the effects of the beer, you looked at a recent story posted from one of your friends at the party. Feeling all the anger you trow your phone, it made a nasty noise but in your state you did not care.

Tears of frustration felt from your eyes and on the sheets, just as you were going to open another beer a wrong move made you cut your finger, blood felt on the floor.

"Fuck" You cursed sucking your finger trying to stop the little bleed.

Suddendly you felt a touch on the back of your neck making you jump. You turned around finding nothing but the wall. Maybe your brain was playing games now.

Then you felt it again, this time on your bare legs, these were little touches, like teasting ones.

Your foggy brain could not understand what was going on.

One moment everything was spinning then it all stopped. The room was cold, and the air heavy. Your phone sounded but it was showing old voice messages, the strange thing was, it was forming a new one.

"Would you let me in?" It repeated like a old curse. Part of you thought this was some joke but when you tried to move out from the bed you were pulled against it, laying flat on your back.

The phone sounded again, asking the same.

Now you were nervous and scared, your heart going fast, just what was going on?

"Who are you?" You asked shivering when you felt a slight touch close to your core.

"C H I S H I Y A" it responded the name sounded familiar but you could not pick up from where you had hear it.

"Will you stop if i let you in?" You asked in fear.

"Yes" It responded back. Against whatever good choice you could make you nodded, giving it permission.

The door opened a hodded figure appearing. Once it got closer you got to see, it was a guy, a very handsome one. Blonde hair, very pale skin and black eyes.

You felt like this person was not exaclty human, but that thought left your brain when you felt him lean in over you, his lips close to yours but not touching, he was looking at you, there was a flick of interest and curiosity, maybe pity too. But finally Chishiya leaned in, capturing your lips, his lips were cold, his hands touched your sides, going down to your legs then coming up to play with your breast over your dress.

You moaned into the kiss, him taking the chance to slip his tongue inside your mouth.

It was demanding, when you tried to pull yourself from the bed to be closer you felt pressure over you pushing you back.

While his hands were still on your breasts, pinching them you felt something go towards your core. You tried to look down but Chishiya forced you to keep his eyes on his black ones.

It was a shadow, his shadow, his shadow hand was caressing your lower lips over your panties, making you wet and gasp.

It was slow at first, loving even. But it started to rub faster and harder, you felt it press over your clit making you moan in need.

"Please" You begged not sure for what.

Luckly he was feeling generous, his now cold hand pulled your panties off, one finger entering you, it made obscene noises as his lips found your neck, he bite you and kissed you, sucking on the skin to leave marks.

His finger went faster, when he felt like you were ready he added another one, his thumb caressing your clit.

It felt good. Too good. The contrast between your hot insides and his cold self was making you see starts. He speed up, noticing how your walls cleched around his fingers.

"Cum for me" He ordered in a whisper and you had no option but to obey. He prolonged your orgasm as much as he could, then slowly removed his fingers keeping eye contact as he sucked them clean.

"Thank you, i havent had a meal in a long time" He said, biting your ear then slowly turning to nothing but darkness.

Next morning you woke up confused. You were in your room, not the haunted house, your phone was full with mixed calls and messages, was all a dream?

As you went to your bathroom and saw the purpel marks on your neck you knew it had been not.

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@whumpgifathon | Day #14: "Passing Out" Shadowplay - Homecoming (1.08)