#claim status: unclaimed

[stbb-summaries]

Story # 23

Title: Extracurriculars Main Pairing(s): Steve/Nancy, Steve/Eddie Rating: E (Explicit, Includes explicit scenes) Genre: Romance, Speculative Fiction Word Count: 12,000 Completeness: 10 Warnings: Infidelity adjacent, light dom/sub, public sex, body sharing Summary:

After settling in at college on a swimming scholarship, Steve decides to attend a LGBTQ+ meeting as his first step toward accepting his bisexual identity. There he expects to flirt with guys, but ends up encountering Nancy Wheeler, the prettiest and most impressive girl he's ever met. And she seems into him in return! Still, meeting a pretty girl is no reason for him to ignore the chemistry he has with his lab partner, Eddie Munson. As Steve grows closer to both Nancy and Eddie, he knows he's going to have to make a choice before they find out about each other. But both of them are keeping secrets and Steve doesn't know who to choose.

Art forms preferred: I'd like any art! Highest rating art preferred: E (Explicit, Includes explicit scenes)

[kittyit]

"The suffragettes are instructive. Their tactic of choice was property destruction. Decades of patient pressure on the Parliament to give women the vote had yielded nothing, and so in 1903, under the slogan 'Deeds not words, the Women's Social and Political Union was founded. Five years later, two WSPU members undertook the first militant action: breaking windowpanes in the prime minister's residence. One of them told the police she would bring a bomb the next time. Fed up with their own fruitless deputations to Parliament, the suffragettes soon specialised in 'the argument of the broken pane', sending hundreds of well-dressed women down streets to smash every window they passed. In the most concentrated volley, in March 1912, Emmeline Pankhurst and her crews brought much of central London to a standstill by shattering the fronts of jewellers, silversmiths, Hamleys toy shop and dozens of other businesses. They also torched letterboxes around the capital. Shocked Londoners saw pillars filled with paperthrowing up flames, the work of some activist having thrown in a parcel soaked in kerosene and a lit match.

Militancy was at the core of suffragette identity: 'To be militant in some form, or other, is a moral obligation, Pankhurst lectured. 'It is a duty which every woman will owe her own conscience and self-respect, to women who are less fortunate than she is herself, and to all who are to come after her.' The latest full-body portrait of the movement, Diane Atkinson's Rise Up, Women!, gives an encyclopedic listing of militant actions: suffragettes forcing the prime minister out of his car and dousing him with pepper, hurling a stone at the fanlight above Winston Churchill's door, setting upon statues and paintings with hammers and axes, planting bombs on sites along the routes of royal visits, fighting policemen with staves, charging against hostile politicians with dogwhips, breaking the windows in prison cells. Such deeds went hand in hand with mass mobilisation. The suffragettes put up mammoth rallies, ran their own presses, went on hunger strikes: deploying the gamut of non-violent and militant action.

After the hope of attaining the vote by constitutional means was dashed once more in early 1913, the movement switched gears. In a systematic campaign of arson, the suffragettes set fire to or blew up villas, tea pavilions, boathouses, hotels, haystacks, churches, post offices, aque-ducts, theatres and a liberal range of other targets aroundthe country. Over the course of a year and a half, the WSPU claimed responsibility for 337 such attacks. Few culprits were apprehended. Not a single life was lost; only empty buildings were set ablaze. The suffragettes took great pains to avoid injuring people. But they considered the situation urgent enough to justify incendiarism - votes for women, Pankhurst explained, were of such pressing importance that we had to discredit the Government and Parliament in the eyes of the world; we had to spoil English sports, hurt businesses, destroy valuable property, demor-alise the world of society, shame the churches, upset the whole orderly conduct of life. Some attacks probably went unclaimed. One historian suspects that the suffragettes were behind one of the most spectacular blazes of the period: a fire in a Tyneside coal wharf, in which the facilities for loading coal were completely gutted. They did, however, claim responsibility for the burning of motor cars and a steam yacht."

- How to Blow Up a Pipeline, pg 40-42

[lesbianambermoon]

some have expressed interest in adoptables, and I was feeling creative this morning, so here are some wc adopts based on songs by my favorite music artist, tatsuro yamashita! these will be 20 USD each, and for ease and accessibility, payment will be facilitated though my artistree. DM me if you're interested in any of them and I'll hook you up! I'll keep this status list up to date as they are claimed, and I am more than willing to put one of them on hold for you if you'd like :]

mauvemist: unclaimed

sparkleheart: sold!

sunshine: sold!

daydream: unclaimed

morningglory: sold!

seawhisper: unclaimed

[hihhasotherfixations]

Kinktober Day 2: A/B/O - Price x Reader

Kinktober masterlist

CW: I wrote it gn, however, in my mind, all omegas have uteri. In other words, man, woman or gn, omegas have a cooch in order to make babeh. Sooo, it’s gn but with afab anatomy :3. Attempted assault (aka unwanted claiming – though not by Price), a/b/o dynamics, claiming, mating marks, unprotected p in v, possessiveness, praise, knotting, scenting

Word Count: 5602

This was supposed to be a drabble/short fic. Oops. Please keep in mind I won’t be writing long fics like this very much cause doing that every day is impossible, hence me posting this a day late and also at 4am :’)

But I hope you enjoy!! Cause I did have fun writing it UwU

Walking across the tarmac of base, the hairs on the back of your neck stood on end, a skittish feeling rising in your gut.

For the last few minutes, you’d felt as if you were being followed, your instincts going haywire, making you extra conscious of the scents in the air. And you had to, for you were an omega. 

With a world made up of 63% beta’s and 24% alphas, the omegas were usually left out or singled out. And it was dangerous.

Throughout history, omegas had been plentiful. There was an omega for every alpha, multiple even. But as time went on, it became less and less desirable to be an omega, causing for selective breeding- and mated pairs to be made. Where there once was an omega for every alpha, slowly it became a beta for every alpha – and with the influx of beta’s, alphas’ numbers too dwindled, leaving the world in the state that it was today.

And while the percentages had changed, instincts hadn’t.

Glancing over your shoulder, you finally saw it: a body ducking behind a wall too slow.

It was no secret that the military was a breeding ground for alphas, the high status individuals drawn to the hierarchy and power-filled environment. That however, left omegas like you.

Even with modern day medicine and modifications, instinct was something that was impossible to suppress, and the low amount of omegas left in the population caused for those instincts to go haywire in alphas.

Any unclaimed omega was at risk. It is why suppressants had been invented, to ensure the safety, choice and free will of all parties involved.

Hiding your scent with the suppressants and making you as invisible as a beta, you were supposed to go under the radar. And you had been. In your entire career in the military, everyone had thought you were a beta. There was only one person in your team who knew – your captain, Price.  But he never treated you differently for it.

Walking on, you repeated those words; ‘only Price knows, only Price knows’ like a mantra – but no matter how much you tried to convince yourself you were just paranoid, the man kept following you, causing your anxiety to raise.

Turning the corner to cut between buildings and get to the barracks quicker, you’d barely taken a step before your shoulder was grabbed and your body turned.

Harshly, you were pushed to the wall, your eyes wide as you looked at the black-haired, well-built man in front of you, his pupils dilated as he took you in - you were so deeply stuck in your head that you hadn’t heard him run up.

“Knew I smelt it.” He spoke lowly while his hands squeezed at your shoulders, confusing you while his form eclipsed yours. Before you could even open your mouth to ask what he meant, he leaned down to press his nose into the side of your neck where he sniffed, groaning in response.

Feeling that, your breath hitched, overwhelmed by the amount of pheromones he gave off, your nose clogging up and making you whimper on instinct.

That seemed to satisfy the man however, a low humming coming from him. “Unclaimed and walking around so shamelessly?” He grinned, pulling his face back as he instead placed a hand on your throat, keeping you under his thumb and pinned to the wall.

Your hands were on his chest, your breathing heavy and panicked. “Get off-“ You growled when he leaned back in, your right hand grabbing onto his face as you pushed his chin up, making the alpha growl in disdain.

“Stop that-“ He hissed the order, squeezing your throat which had your muscles freezing as his fingers pushed into your sensitive scent glands. It broke your focus long enough for him to grab your wrists and trap your arms together by your side, freeing himself up while his other hand stayed on your throat; commandeering. “Be a good omega and listen.” He huffed while nearly depriving you of all oxygen, your breaths small and weak.

Your mind however was spinning. He called you an omega. He was clearly acting on instinct and smelling you. But there was no way he should be able to.

With your arms pinned and your oxygen fleeting, you did the last thing your frantic mind could: slamming your knee up into his crotch before you swept his feet out from under him, causing the two of you to topple to the gravel together.

Slamming down side by side with a grunt, you struggled to pull your arms free but the man – to his credit – was quick, finding his feet fast enough to get on his knees and roll you underneath him, pinning you once more. His eyes fiery and angry, he re-gripped your neck, baring his teeth.

“You-!” Whatever else he was going to say was cut off as he was suddenly grabbed by the back of his uniform and thrown off of you.

“What in the bloody hell do you think you’re doing, soldier?!”

Immediately, your eyes widened at the familiar voice, looking up to see captain Price standing between you and the alpha he just yanked off of you.

His feet firmly planted in a wide stance, Price’s hat cast a shadow over his face while he stood there, glaring at the one in front of him.

“C-Captain.” The guy mumbled from where he was laying in the gravel, seeming thrown off for a moment before he scrambled up, tugging his shirt back into place with misguided confidence. “This isn’t what it looks like, there was no need to interfere.”

Those words however, seemed to light a fire in Price as he stepped forward and grabbed the raven by his collar. “Oh really? Cause it looked a whole lot like you assaulting my soldier.” He hissed, pulling the man close towards his face.

Getting to your feet, your heart was still thudding in your chest as you looked at the two men. Their anger filled the scent in the air, neither seeming to want to back off as the sergeant – as you now saw on his chest – glared back at Price just as vehemently.

“I am entirely within my right to pursue an omega.” He growled, grabbing Price’s wrist to attempt to pry his hand off his shirt, but Price held fast, his head tilting.

“But that’s not what this was, is it?” He chuckled darkly. “Courting looks very different, mate. And I’m not going to allow you to lay a hand on my soldier, my omega.” He growled right back, a possessiveness in his voice and scent that quickly had the other alpha questioning his chances.

Even among base, Price was well known for his status. Not only as captain but also because he came from a long line of alphas, kept ‘pure’ by not mixing with betas.

Though it had been something Price had lamented to you about – giving back for you sharing your secret with him – now it served its purpose, causing the sergeant to take a step back.

Price allowed it, letting go of the man’s shirt with an authoritative shove, still keeping himself positioned so that the other alpha couldn’t even see you behind the captain’s broad shoulders. “Scram before I have you written up for forcibly marking.” Price spat, his voice low and filled with danger as he glared.

Stumbling back from the shove, the sergeant stayed for just a moment longer while he clenched his fists, looking at Price before he accepted his loss, scurrying away and back around the corner, out of sight.

The moment his immediate scent left the area, Price un-tensed, sighing out before he turned to face you, a concerned look on his face. “Are you okay?”

Standing before the man, your breathing was still shallow, your hand cradling your throat as the reality of what happened settled in. In panic, your eyes shot up to his blue ones. “Price, I- I don’t know what happened, how he knew- I-“

Before you could continue, Price stepped up and pulled you into a hug, his breath stuttering a little as he did, though he held you all the same.

“It’s okay, just breathe.” He mumbled, cradling the back of your head. “This is on me, not you.”

“What?” You asked, pulling back to look at him, your eyes a little foggy as you tried to keep your panic down. “You came to my rescue in time, you’re not to blame.”

“No, that’s not…” Letting out a breath, Price stepped back, turning his head away to take a breath, trying to contain himself as your scent filled his nostrils, only seeming to get worse by the moment. “Come with me, I’ll explain.”

Confused, you nodded, taking a little step back and Price started walking, the sun beginning to set behind you.

His pace was firm while he kept glancing around, obviously still riled up from the confrontation earlier. And while you walked in silence with him, your mind was anything but.

Despite it however, you couldn’t bring yourself to voice any of your thoughts, simply following while you pushed your hands down on the scent glands on either side of your neck, hoping to stop spreading around your true nature.

Before long, you reached the 141’s barracks, walking inside and straight to Price’s office, to which he opened the door and let you walk in first, stepping inside after you where he closed and locked the door.

“What’s going on?” You managed to get out, still keeping your hands over your glands now that you were in a locked area with Price. Though you trusted him explicitly and knew he wouldn’t act on his instincts, you knew it was hard for him to fight against it. So to help his discomfort, you kept your hands firmly locked around your neck.

At your question, Price let out a deep sigh as his hand slipped off the doorknob. “You’ve been off your suppressants.” He eventually said, raising his head as he walked past you to his desk, making you frown in confusion.

“No, I’m not.” You spoke back. “I’m taking them. Every day.”

At your words however, Price shook his head no and opened a drawer low down his desk, bent over as he rummaged through it. “Those aren’t your suppressants.” He said as he found what he was searching for and smacked a pill bottle onto his desk for you to see. “I accidentally gave you the wrong one.”

Confused, you glanced at Price who had a guilty and frustrated look on his face before you glanced down at the pill bottle and walked up to his desk, pulling the container towards yourself.

Written on it in small lettering, there it stood.

‘Omega Scent Suppressants Recipient: Y/N L/N’

Snapping your head up, Price stood there, rubbing his forehead while his eyes were clenched shut. “I accidentally switched my migraine pills and your suppressants.” He spoke, sounding truly frustrated with himself. “I got the shipment for both on the same day and somehow mixed them up.”

“Oh…” You whispered and Price sighed, sitting down in his chair.

“It’s why I’ve been sick the last three days. I took what I thought was a pill for a migraine last Wednesday but it was your suppressant. It royally fucked me over physically. And it kinda still is. I wanted to take another migraine pill just earlier and that’s when I noticed.” Price explained, taking off his hat and rubbing his temple slightly before he raised his head and guiltily looked at you. “Which also means you’ve not taken your suppressants in a week.”

Realisation setting in, you gingerly sat down in the chair across from the captain, stunned. “So… their effect is wearing off and-“ “And the entire base can smell you’re an omega because of my cock-up.” Price nodded. “Y/N, I’m so sorry. There’s no excuse, I should have been more careful.”

As his words sank in, you then looked up, shaking your head. “No, captain, this isn’t all on you.” You spoke, reaching out to grab his hands which he had clasped together on the desk. While this whole situation was fucked and dangerous, you weren’t about to let him eat himself alive – which you knew he would- and most likely had been doing. “You looked at those bottles twice to take a pill. I’ve been staring at mine every day and haven’t noticed. Don’t blame yourself for not noticing sooner because I never noticed at all.” You spoke, the smallest of smiles on your face and Price frowned.

“You’re taking this too lightly.” His voice was firm as he said that. “Even if you start your suppressants again now, it’ll take a day or two to take effect. By then, even if you hide away in your room, your scent will spread – if that bloody bastard hasn’t already squealed to his friends-“

Just at the mention of the other alpha, Price’s hackles raised again and you jumped in, holding his hands with both of yours now, pulling them a little closer to yourself. “Hey, it’s okay. It’s… not optimal but it would have to come out eventually. If I start with the suppressants again, maybe people will know I’m an omega, yes, but they won’t be driven mad by instincts. I’ll be fine.” You smiled but Price frowned in distaste, his muttonchops curling downward.

“I wish the world worked that way, love. I know alphas. And especially alphas in the army. As long as you’re unclaimed, they will behave like feral dogs, ripping each other to shreds just to get to you. You’re no longer safe. Especially the coming days.”

At his words, the blood drained from your face. “I can block my scent, it’ll be fine.” You said quietly, and Price just shook his head no with a sad smile.

“You’re going into heat soon. I can smell it on you.” Saying that, almost as if saying it out loud made it real for him as well, he pulled his hands back, gripping the edge of his desk as he blew out a breath. “God. You don’t know how hard it is for me to just sit here right now.”

At that, you looked up at him, feeling incredibly small of a sudden. “Then what can I do?”

“Either get claimed by someone you want, or go on an indefinite leave.” Price spoke. There was no room for argument, no room for any other possible options and tears filled your eyes.

“Leave?”

Sighing, Price got up from his desk and rounded it, turning your chair and crouching before you, taking your hands in his. “That’s not what I want. You’re my soldier. And a bloody good one too. But as my soldier, it is my job to look after you and keep you as safe as I can. This is the only way I can.” He spoke, his voice quiet, nearly a whisper at the end.

“Don’t make me leave.” You begged softly, feeling so defeated.

“I know. I know.” Price mumbled, pressing a kiss to the back of your hand. “You’ll always be my soldier.” He assured, a little smile on his face. “And when you find…” Uncharacteristically, he stuttered in his speech, trailing off, almost as if it was hard to get out. “-And when you find a good mate,” He eventually managed to say, “you can come be my soldier again.”

Those words however struck a chord within you, his words from earlier playing in your mind. “Your soldier.” You repeated in a whisper, your eyes landing on his. “Your omega.”

As you spoke that phrase, a blush flamed to life on Price’s face, unable to be hidden even by his beard. “I- That was a spur of the moment thing. It shouldn’t have slipped out, I’m sorry.”

“Slipped out?” You ask softly, a small bead of hope beginning to settle in your chest. “Are you saying those words are normally in your mind?”

Sitting before you, Price swallowed, his breath a little laboured. “God, don’t do this to me.” He almost pleaded, the gravel in his voice increasing as his body unconsciously began to lean closer, his chest almost touching your knees. “I won’t be able to hold myself back.”

“Answer the question, captain.” You whispered and Price rattled out a breath, your scent starting to overwhelm him, causing his body to respond in kind, giving off his own receptive pheromones.

“Yes, they are on my mind.” He growled, getting up from his crouch as he instead loomed over you, placing his hands on either side of the backrest of your chair, caging you in. “Every damn day.”

For the umpteenth time today, your heart started hammering in your chest, yet for once, it wasn’t out of fear or anxiety. “Captain…” You whispered, seeing your own hopes and wants play out right in front of you.

“Leave, Y/N, before I can’t hold myself back anymore.” He whispered while his hand came up to cup your chin, his face leaning in next to yours as he closed his eyes, taking in your addicting scent. “Fuck-“ He huffed, having to physically restrain himself from nuzzling into you. “Go. Now.” He ordered yet you stubbornly stayed put.

“Is this something you want, captain?” You whispered, your own eyes closed as well as you took in the waves of want and need cascading from him. “Not just your instincts?”

At your words, he let out a short chuckle, turning his head to push his brow into your temple, the pure image of barely contained need.

“I’ve been wanting to court you since you first arrived at this base.” He growled, his lips now so close to your ear it nearly reverberated through your body. “You don’t know what you do to me. Please go. Please. I can’t pull away.” Price pleaded, a mix of want and despair.

“Price, I don’t want to.” You whispered back, his eyes opening at that.

“What?”

Carefully, you pulled away and turned your head to look at him. “I’ve already chosen who I want to be claimed by.”

At that, the man almost seemed to falter, re-gripping the backrest of the chair to keep himself standing properly as he looked at you, trying to steel the excitement rippling through him as he processed the meaning of your words. You wanted him. “Are you sure? This is a lifetime commitment.” He mumbled and at that, you couldn’t help but smile, the omega inside you almost floundering at the care he displayed.

Throughout all your time you’d known him, Price had been a pillar of safety and support. No matter what, he’d been there for you, and you’d fallen a long time ago.

This man was the only one you’d entrusted with your secret and the only man you could see yourself being with. And because of it, you said the next words without hesitation.

“Please, I want you. Always have.”

As if a flame alighted in Price with your agreement, his lips slammed into yours. Reaching down, he lifted you up faster than you could have expected as his hands grabbed onto your thighs, hoisting you up and supporting you against his body.

Squeaking in surprise, you wrapped your arms around his neck for stability, holding onto him while you kissed back, your eyes closing. The coarse hairs of his beard scratched against your skin while he moved his lips, kissing you as if his life depended on it.

Even as he started walking, Price didn’t break the kiss, his scent becoming overpowering in the most delicious way while he walked out of his office and down the hallways to his room, his hands starting to squeeze and fondle the meat of your thighs.

In record time he had reached the door, kicking it open before rolling inside, using your body to slam it shut as he pinned you against the wooden frame, finally breaking the kiss fully, giving the both of you time to breathe.

“Fuck, I’ve waited so long to do that.” Price whispered, leaning down and pressing his nose against your neck, groaning as your scent fully enveloped him. “My omega…”

At his words, a flutter coursed through you, happier than you could believe to hear him say that – actually say that.

“Please claim me, alpha.” You returned in kind as you begged, causing a shiver to rack down Price’s spine, his pupils blown with lust as he nipped at your neck before he pulled back to look at you.

“Gladly.”

With that, he pulled back from the door after locking it, swiftly walking to his bed where he lowered you down, carefully placing you on your back before he allowed himself to get on as well, climbing over you.

“God, you’re gorgeous.” He whispered, finally able to openly stare at you as he took in how well your uniform clung sat on your body.

Laying beneath Price, your chest was heaving as you took him in. His hat was nowhere to be seen, forgotten in his office while he trapped you beneath him. The muscles of his arm bulged underneath his shirt, his chest moving with every breath as he shifted, moving to slot himself between your legs.

“I’m going to ask this one last time, love.” He spoke in a low tone, leaning down as he pressed a kiss by your chin before moving up to the corner of your mouth, kissing there as well. “Are you sure this is what you want? No going back.” He murmured, one of his hands landing on your waist, rubbing back and forth.

“I want this.” You said immediately, reaching your hands down to grab onto his belt, pulling him closer to you. “I want you, John.” You whispered and Price groaned, placing his hand on your cheek.

“You’ll have me.” He mumbled before kissing you, starting to untuck your shirt from your camo pants with his hand still on your waist, his palm immediately darting underneath the fabric the moment it could.

His hand was warm and rough, sending shivers up your spine as he traced your ribs up, stopping just short of your chest.

Humming in delight at the feeling of his hand, you began to undo his belt, the clinking sounding through the room besides your shared heavy breathing. Price didn’t seem to mind as he hiked your shirt up further, seeming just as eager as you were as he broke the kiss and smiled down at you.

“Look at you, already so good for me.” He hummed with a smirk.

Sitting back on his haunches, he reached over his head and grabbed his shirt at the back, yanking it off of himself before throwing it to the side, revealing his bare torso. Dark hair was scattered all over his chest, running down in a v-shape towards his stomach where it ran down until it disappeared into his happy trail, obscured still by his boxers – visible now that you had opened up his pants.

You were unashamedly staring and it was clear Price enjoyed it.

Staying put for another few seconds to let you stare, Price then leaned forward to hover over you again, his dog tags swinging by your neck now that they were no longer tucked under his clothes. “Show me.” He whispered, tugging at your shirt and you bit your lip, nodding as you obeyed the command.

Reaching down, your torso was bare in no time, making Price groan appreciatively. Grabbing hold of your waist, it was dwarfed by his large hands while he leaned down, starting to kiss from your stomach up to your neck, making sure to nip and suck at your nipples before he moved further up, starting to rub his cheek past yours before he leaned even further rubbing the side of his neck to yours as he scented you.

Your scent glands, extra sensitive due to the oncoming claim, caused you to shudder as he rubbed his own into yours. Slowly, what had been so distinctly alpha and omega in the air now mixed into one as Price then moved onto the other side of your neck and scented you there as well, a groan in the back of his throat as his hips bucked into yours.

Just feeling his erection - straining against his clothing - caused a whimper to pull from you as you quickly faded into the submissive mentality that came with a claiming; your instincts taking over.

“Fuck, please, I need you.” You whimpered, almost feeling as if you’d gone into heat just from how needy you were becoming, your underwear stained with your own arousal, making it uncomfortable to stay in.

“I know, I’m here.” Price soothed, equally riled up though he managed to hide it better, putting you as priority while he began unbuckling your pants, quickly discarding it together with his own, leaving you both in nothing but underwear.

Seeing the wet stain on the fabric, Price growled low in his throat as he placed his hands on your inner thighs and spread your legs, giving himself a better view while he rubbed his thumb over the spot.

The scent of your arousal filled  the air, joining with your combined pheromones and that was enough to do the alpha in, his patience faltering as he reached out and ripped through your underwear, tearing the fabric before he threw it away – useless now.

Transfixed, he stared at your glistening folds, his erection straining against his own underwear as he now used both thumbs to spread you open, getting a good look at every part of you. “Fuck, such a perfect pussy.” He spoke almost under his breath, as if it wasn’t meant to be said out loud. Yet you heard all the same, making you whine as you bucked your hips towards him, almost inviting him to take you.

Something Price wasn’t going to pass up.

Quickly discarding his own underwear, Price panted as he grabbed hold of his cock. Pumping himself a few times, you could see he was leaking precum, his tip an angry red while he positioned himself back between your legs, the tip pressed to your folds.

“I’m going to claim you. My mate, my omega. Do you understand?” He spoke, his voice a low gravel and you nodded desperately, making Price groan as he leaned forward and buried his face into the side of your neck, his eyes closed. “Are you ready?” He whispered and you hummed, spreading your legs even wider.

With that final consent, Price then began pushing his cock into you.

Sliding inside inch by inch, you gasped for breath while the alpha stretched you out, taking his time as he moved bit by bit, his hips stuttering whenever he did, as if he was still firmly holding himself back.

Yet none of that was on your mind, as all you could think about was to feel him inside you. Without warning, your legs wrapped around his waist before you locked them together and pulled, forcing Price fully inside of you, causing a groan to leave him as your wet heat enveloped him entirely.

Immediately, the faux-heat that had began to develop inside you rocketed the pleasure to eleven. Just the feeling of him entering you had your toes curling as you gasped, borderline on the brink of orgasm already.

Caught off guard by your action, the alpha then steeled himself, firmly planting his hands on your hips. Given how wet you were, Price slowly began to thrust, unable to wait while he leaned in and kissed you, his beard scraping deliciously against your skin while he began fucking you.

What started out slow quickly picked up in pace, neither of you willing to wait. While you let out little breaths every time he bottomed out, the captain grunted in pleasure while the sound of skin slapping on skin began to ring in the room.

“Fuck you feel so good. Exactly like I imagined.” Price huffed as he kissed around your throat, his right hand coming down to push into your clit.

Immediately, your back arched and you whined loudly, causing the man to keep rolling his thumb over the nub, your shallow breathing turning to little moans while he thrusted into you, your head feeling thick and foggy as you could barely comprehend the orgasm you were on the precipice of.

You didn’t even have time to be embarrassed. The two of you had barely started before you were already orgasming as he pushed down onto your clit one more time, making you moan as you arched your back, your walls beginning to clench and spasm around the alpha fucking into you, an appreciative groan echoing from his throat at the feeling. “Bloody hell, love.” He panted while you trembled.

Even as you rode out your orgasm, Price never stopped thrusting, a ring of white appearing around his cock from your cum now as he pushed right through.

“Fuck, John-“ You moaned, not even given time to recover or breathe as he started speeding up his thrusts.

“Keep going like this and I can’t hold out long.” Price groaned, grabbing the back of your knees before pushing up, pinning them to your chest as he put you in a mating press, his cock dragging in and out of your walls at a rapid pace, making your whimpers and moans increase.

Where there usually should have been overstimulation, now you only felt pleasure, the uncanny ability for an omega to turn the sensitivity of pleasure up yet remove overstimulation rearing its head. After all, the more aroused and pleasured, the more fertile, as well as to keep up with an alpha’s stamina in rut.

“John- Alpha-“ You cried, completely trapped under him as he put his full weight onto you, keeping you in a mating press for him, causing his thrusts to hit deeper than before, his tip hitting straight onto your g-spot with every single thrust.

His hips slapping into the back of your thighs, you were a panting, moaning and sweaty mess, barely able to hold onto your own mind as he fucked you straight towards another orgasm, his shaft squelching with each thrust, making you whine as slowly, the base of his cock started to swell.

Panting, Price began stretching you out further and further with each thrust as his knot began to grow, indicating his climax was near.

Every thrust became more shallow than the previous while his movements sped up, fucking into you now to chase his own release as his knot slowly became too big to fit as he pounded into you.

“God, I’m gonna make you mine.” Price panted, his eyes focused, dead set on your neck and you whimpered out a moan.

“Please, please, fuck, I need your knot!” You begged, pushing back into every one of his thrusts now, needing to feel the swell of his cock inside you, feel it plug you up to keep his cum in, fully marking you as his, inside and out.

“You want it, love?” Price panted, smiling as he kept thrusting, the bulbous knot at the base of his shaft teasing your entrance every time, beginning to push in before it met too much resistance and the alpha pulled back before thrusting again.

“Yes!” You whined, grabbing onto the chain of his dog tags to pull him down. “Please!” You cried and that was all it took.

Groaning loudly in pleasure, Price tightly grabbed hold of your hips and pulled, pushing his cock into you at the same time, forcing himself past the resistance of your tight entrance.

Instantly, the both of you moaned and Price started shallowly thrusting as much as his cock allowed, his release mere moments away as he continued to thrust.

“Fuck, fuck-!” The captain growled before darting forward and sinking his teeth into the point where your shoulder met your neck, slamming into you as deep as he could go at the same time, grinding his pelvis into yours while his knot swelled fully as he came.

Hot, white seed shot into you, painting your walls as his orgasm washed over him.

With his teeth embedded in your flesh, he marked you inside and out, pumping his hips as he filled you with release, his knot trapping every single drop inside of you as ropes of cum continued to spurt into you, filling you up in a sensation you’d never experienced before.

Moaning at the feeling, it hurtled you into another orgasm as you sharply arched your back, causing Price to bite down harder as he created the mating mark, making sure he wouldn’t slip even as you squirmed, the pain only intensifying your climax as your breath was knocked out of you, your walls attempting to clench around his knot but unable to, simply too stretched as they were.

Yet as Price’s high faded while he became fixed to you through his knot, you were still on cloud nine. With both your orgasms, the heat in your body faded, replaced by a pleasurable thrum that flickered in your belly.

The both of you were panting and sweaty, Price pulling away from your neck, a deep bite mark sitting right around your left scent gland.

His mark.

With his seed kept inside you by the plug of his knot, and the permanent mating mark around your scent gland, you knew you were now full and well Price’s omega.

[cxptain-capsicle]

Beyond the Sea | Luke Castellan | V

Pairing: Luke Castellan x Unclaimed Poseidon!Reader

Warnings: angst, fluff, established relationship, slow burn flashbacks, Gods being terrible parents

A/n: sorry this took so long to come out and it's a little short but i hope you all enjoy

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You woke up to the feeling of your bed being shaken back and forth. You rolled over to see the disturbance only to see Luke shaking the bunk bed by the top bunk.

“What are you doing?” You grumbled as you pulled the blanket over your eyes.

“It’s your birthday!” He exclaimed.

“I wanna sleep in.” You mumbled from under the blanket.

Luke was quiet for a moment, you curiously peeked out from under the blanket to see Luke crouched down right in front of you. He held out a paper plate with a big chocolate chip cookie in the center. On the cookie was a big “17” in sloppy handwriting, he had a wide grin on his face.

“I made it myself.” He said proudly. “Eat it while it's still warm.”

You popped up in the bed and grabbed the plate, Luke came to sit on the side of the bed with you. You split the warm cookie in half and handed one side to Luke. 

“Happy birthday Y/n” He whispered as you took a bite of your cookie. You could tell he made it himself but it was still good.

Luke had the whole day planned with your favorite things. Your favorite breakfast then canoeing. He planned a picnic in the woods and even convinced the nymphs to leave you two alone. You did swordplay by the beach which you loved but he hated since you always beat him when you were close to the water. You visited the arts and crafts cabin, the climbing wall, and the archery range before dinner. At dinner, Luke doubled the size of his offering because ‘you shouldn’t have to give up food on your birthday’. You didn’t think it worked that way but the gods never answered your prayers anyway so you didn’t mind.

“So what else do you wanna do on your birthday?” Luke asked as you took the last bite of your dinner. You contemplated for a few seconds.

“Let’s go swimming.” You proposed.

When you got to the beach the sun was beginning to set, casting pink and orange hues over the water. After the morning on the beach with Luke when you discovered you could control the water you began to resent the ocean. It symbolized Poseidon to you and all of the resentment you held for him. However you couldn’t stay away from it. The sea made you stronger, it helped you win battles. It made you feel free, you finally felt like you found somewhere you belonged. You could swim better and hold your breath longer than anyone else at camp. Sometimes you would swim as far out as you could, go under the water, and watch the animals until you had to come up for air. Unfortunately communicating with the sea creatures was a power you did not possess. Luke said that gods have to grant their children powers when they are claimed. Forbidden children are more powerful, more unpredictable, uncontrollable, and can sometimes harness certain powers without the permission of the gods. 

“You coming or what?” Luke snapped you out of your thoughts. 

“Yeah, I’m coming.” You smiled and followed him to the water. Luke quickly discarded his shirt and shorts leaving him in his boxers. This was a common experience by now, you and Luke went swimming most days of the week and at camp, everyone swam in their underwear and never thought anything of it. However, as time went on Luke got taller, leaner, more muscular. He looked more like a Greek statue as time went on, a dark-haired Apollo. 

It was impossible for you to deny your feelings for Luke since you two had almost kissed on the beach a few weeks ago. Just before your discovery of your father and your whole life changed. You have always loved Luke. From the moment he had rescued you and brought you to camp, you were bonded. You were only children then but now you had both changed, and grown, and it was impossible to deny his charm and good looks. Luke was kind, loyal, funny, righteous, everything you could ever ask for. He was also undoubtedly your best friend, your person. You would follow Luke to war and he would do the same for you and the fear of ruining that was stronger than any other feelings you had.

“Okay, turn around.” You ordered Luke. He chuckled a little but followed the command.

“You’d think we wouldn’t still be doing this after this long.” He said as you removed your top layers.

“Yeah yeah whatever.” He turned around to look at you. It made you self-conscious and you were glad it was getting dark to cover your red cheeks. “Bet I’ll beat you to the water.”

You took off sprinting with Luke on your heels. You dove into the water submerging yourself under the waves. Beneath the water, you saw Luke coming in after you but you knew he wouldn’t be able to see you beyond the sunset reflecting on the water. You jumped out of the water behind him, splashing him with water.

“Oh my gods,” He placed his hand over his chest. “You can’t do that to me.”

You laughed so hard it made your stomach hurt. A strong wave came barelling into you nearly knocking you both off of your feet. Luke wrapped his arm around your waist to keep himself above the water. 

“Don’t drown us.” He half joked. His voice was soft and almost anxious. You became acutely aware of the situation. You could feel Luke’s skin against yours, pressed right up together. You looked up into his brown eyes and could tell that he had come to the same realization. Neither of you moved, the waves became earily absent. The sun was gone by now and the moon casted shadows on Luke’s grecian features. You realized Luke was looking at you too, looking at you in a way you’d never seen before. He was looking at you the way you looked at him. Time felt like it was moving in slow motion as he slowly got closer and closer. Last time this had happened a massive cold wave interrupted the moment. You had no idea of that was your emotions out of control or Poseidon being a petty father but either way you prayed for the water to stay calm. As some kind of birthday miracle the waves stayed still and Luke’s lips met yours. 

The kiss was sweet and timid, you knew that this was his first kiss as well as yours. The two of you pulled away just enough to make eye contact but neither of your said anything. Quickly Luke’s hand came up and wrapped around the back of your neck pulling you in again. You brought your hands up to ravel in the hair by the base of his neck and suddenly the kiss was not sweet and timid anymore. It was desperate and longing like it had been a long time coming. Luke lifted you off the sand and you wrapped your legs around him bringing you somehow closer. You couldn’t help but think that this was the most defiant thing you’d done and you should stop before Poseidon drowned you both. But you couldn’t stop.

“Mr. Castellan!” Chirons voice came from the beach. You practically knocked Luke over trying to separate yourself. You sank down in the water with embarrassment until only your eyes and ears were above water. “Get dressed and meet me in my office.” With that he turned and trotted back to the big house.

You and Luke hurried to the beach and quickly got dressed. The two of you shot eachother nervous glances, unsure of what punishment was to come.

“I better get going.” Luke cleared his throat. “I’ll see you in the cabin.” You nodded as he turned towards the big house. He got a few yards ahead of you before turning around and shouting back at you. “Happy Birthday Y/n!”

That night as you walked back to the cabin your face was plastered with a wide grin.

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[vylad243]

(Alpha/beta/omega AU with pack dynamics) When Hell finds out Vox is an omega, shit hits the fan. Thousands of sinners attack the Vs tower, all attempting to claim the omega overlord. Both Valentino and Velvette (both betas, and both have always known Vox was an omega.) Are fighting to protect their friend and pack member.

They are both in their full demonic forms, and are eventually relying heavy on the power they pull on their contracted souls as the sinners just keep coming. They eventually attempt to flee with Vox, except when they go to the safe room they left Vox in, it's empty. Only Vox's sweet scent is left, alongside the scent of bayou, iron and alpha.

Vox on the other hand has been tense and worried. He hasn't been allowed to help fight--which to him is ridiculous, he fought his way to overlord status! Just because hell just now found out he's an unclaimed omega doesn't mean he can't kick ass! And that's when the shadows in his buncker/panic room darken and Alastor walks in, freaking Vox out.

Alastor has been courting Vox for years--he thought Vox was an alpha like him, and didn't care. He doesn't care what Vox's second gender is he just wants his mate safe--he's pissed these sinners attacking his mate's home only want his beautiful mate because they think being an omega makes one weak. Vox is living proof that's not true. So he offers Vox his help in escaping the tower--and getting him to the hotel. Vox agrees, thinking that leaving will get the sinners to leave so Val and Vel can rest.

Alastor is pleased as he can use this time to up his courting.

Vox trusting Alastor throughout this would be proof to Alastor that his courting is paying off

But I love this :D this is another one I plan on writing up

[mxtxfanatic]

Alright mxtx fandoms, let’s discuss class distinctions. I see a lot of people who discuss the theme of classism in mxtx works by collapsing all class groups into two categories: the ultra rich upper class who make all the rules and the poverty-stricken lower class who are oppressed by them. However, this is rarely the case in her books. The prime examples I can think of are in tgcf and mdzs.

In mdzs, a lot of people claim that Wei Wuxian and Jin Guangyao come from “similar backgrounds,” but this is most definitely not the case. Yes, Jin Guangyao went unclaimed by his father until later into his adulthood after his mother’s death, but Meng Yao did not grow up poor. Meng Shi was a famed courtesan with high-profile clients before she had her son, and having Meng Yao was a plan for her to be made into a mistress or second wife (which ultimately failed). Sisi was almost turned into a second wife, which is what caused her to be attacked and ruined her looks. Sex workers operated in a weird social space in ancient history where they existed as an industry, but class distinctions between different kinds of sex work still existed/exists and Meng Shi was definitely not on the low end of the scale. Even if Jin Guangyao had never been acknowledged by his father, he still found an honest job as a bookkeeper before meeting Lan Xichen. Meanwhile, Wei Wuxian was a street orphan with no family, money, status, who barely remembered his name, and definitely no benefit of an education due to how young he was orphaned, who was eventually taken in as the companion servant to a local lord-equivalent’s son. Neither of these characters started off as gentry, but they were not of the same class growing up.

In tgcf, Mu Qing is touted as a “poor”/working-class character by a large portion of the fandom, but… there’s no real evidence that he is? I mean, I have no doubt that, given the circumstances of his father’s death and his mother’s eventual disability, he was in poverty at some point, and this seems to be corroborated within the narrative by the fact that he is well-known and loved by the street orphans in the city. However, you cannot tell me that the personal servant to the crown (and only) prince to an entire kingdom is surviving off poverty wages. You’d be better-served making an argument to me about Anne Boleyn being an accurate historical representation of English serfs. Hong Hong’er, actual child living in poverty, is notably set apart from Mu Qing: from his fraying, patched clothes to his dirty hands to Mu Qing’s unwillingness to touch him… Mu Qing is set apart from the upper crust because 1) he is not of nobility but, more importantly, 2) his father was a criminal publicly executed for treason. And #2 is particularly damning for Mu Qing’s status amongst the nobility because Feng Xin, also not from a noble family, is (conditionally) accepted amongst the same elite snobs in a way Mu Qing is not (which makes sense since why would a noble like the son of a man who may have conspired against their rule?). Interesting to note, though, that the only time Mu Qing is unquestionably included in the array of the elite is when Hong Hong’er is being ostracized by the same group (minus Xie Lian). So while Hua Cheng and Mu Qing both had childhoods outside the nobility, Mu Qing was not anywhere near the level of poverty Hua Cheng had to live through.

I feel like svsss escapes this sort of broad-stroke application of class status to characters because most characters really do either fall into one of the two groups or we are not given background information on them at all. We know that Shen Jiu and Yue Qingyuan were child slaves, with the former being bought by a cruel master and the latter being able to escape and join a sect. We know that Luo Binghe, while not a child slave, was a child servant working with his adoptive mother under cruel masters who were directly the cause of his mother’s death. Slight distinction, but functionally not any different in their effects and outcomes. Shen Yuan is said to come from a wealthy family in his world, and Liu Qingge and Liu Mingyan do, as well. All the major demon characters are nobility. The only character we see who does not fit into this distinct divide is Shang Qinghua, but his background only becomes fleshed-out in the extras. Not to say that classism isn’t also a theme, but it’s function is used differently here than in the other two novels (especially since in svsss, we are working with parallels feeding into cycles of abuse and how to break said cycles rather than recreating them into infinity).

So with all this said, I think it may actually help discussions of the classism theme within these different mxtx fandoms to acknowledge and take into account the nuances within the class positions that these characters occupy. Why is it that the functionally middle-class characters, after gaining a crumb of acceptance from the elites, tend to turn against those lower on the rung? How do characters of the same background and class status interact with others of differing status, and what makes their reactions different from each other despite being raised under similar conditions? What is mxtx trying to say about class as a social or even moral divider by adding all these class nuances or (with svsss) lack thereof into her various narratives?

[ruikeremi]

From my other post of diamond!Reader i was actually thinking if i should make a pearl! Reader as well now im flooded with ideas and i have school later at 6am and im still not asleep because of these thoughts not letting me sleep

You guys can decide whatever color the reader is-

Here are some of what i thought of:

Diamond!Reader who has a gem on their right hand, unlike the other diamonds she doesn't pick a planet to rule, instead she makes her own world using her powers, which is creation she can make anything she wishes but it has a limit the more she uses this power the more that she grows weak, she rules no planets and only helps the other diamonds rule their planets or find a unclaimed planet and tells it to the others, she is also considered the right hand person of white diamons

Diamond!Reader is close to pink diamond every time pink diamond is locked up on the tower she always visits her and a company her, the two were close Diamond!Reader sees pink as family and they barely talk to the other diamonds they're a quiet person around the others but she talks a lot around pink

Diamond!Reader who found the land of Khaenri'ah in which had no gods ruling over it they wanted and only humans at first they wanted to tell the others about this unclaimed land but the mortals in it peeked their interest as they witnessed them create and build these machines it amazes them that a mere mortal can make such a wonderful creations just by the things around them

Diamond!Reader decided to visit the nation to see in their own eyes the creation of these mortals, as they spends more and more time on the nation they felt an attachment to the people in it, and they had been hanging out with dain lately they felt like they were home and informed pink about this discovery and they're relationship with the mortals making pink shares about the new planet that was finally given to her to rule, earth

Diamond!Reader was well known in Khaenri'ah as they helped with some machines and inventions, some of it they created themself with help, making them quite popular as they help and participate in some inventions known to the nation, the people had viewed them as a very important person as without their help some of their inventions/creations weren't made thus they have build statues of them and they were well known by everyone

Diamond!Reader was also viewed as inspiring and admirable that some writers had decided to make a book about them, they're contribution to their country and to the way they help all of them to raise even more

Diamond!Reader who starts to neglect their job as a diamond and was in the mortals world to see and learn about the mortals, they have also met a blonde traveler from afar in which they have been trying to get to know as their friendship grow, so did their relationship with the diamonds fell as they haven't been going to their meetings nor helping the other diamond

Diamond!Reader was scolded by white diamond seeing her smile makes them shiver as she had no choice but to stop visiting Khaenri'ah, once they were informed about the rebel of one of pinks people and the troublesome things that it resulted they had gotten ready for the war, not before pink has told them about it, that rose and her is the same and she was only doing this so that she can live peacefully in earth, they agreed to keep this a secret

Diamond!Reader became busy with their responsibility as a diamond that she had forgotten about Khaenri'ah, and only remembered it when they were staring at the stars pondering thinking that it had been a long time since they last visited it they revisited the nation only to find it in a mess there were no more people and the joyous laughter of kids was no longer there and the warm smiles of the people and the welcoming aura is long gone

Diamond!Reader stared at the now fallen country and saw a familiar blonde haired traveler running to them as they asked what happened and claimed that the seven gods had destroyed it because it had no ruler, making them taken back from this information

Diamond!Reader felt heart broken as the joy and warm smiles of the people in Khaenri'ah have now turned to ashes, at least that what they thought as they decided to leave Khaenri'ah their heart yo heavy from the guilt that they couldn't protect Khaenri'ah and its people, they left Khaenri'ah and decided to leave to see more of teyvat

Okay so-, i have no idea what i just wrote, yes teyvat wasn't invented by diamond reader because i think i remembered that the diamonds would take a planet take every living land from it i think?- and mold the existing planet to whatever they please, diamond reader won't be doing that and instead only be views as a good because of the books and inventions they helped made, I'm sorry if some of it don't make sense, this is my first time writing so please forgive me if i made any mistakes or confusing things-

Its 1am rn, and i started writing this at 12am- so I'll prob head to sleep even though im supposed to wake up at 3am but whatever- I'll try to improve and try my best yo remember genshin and steven Universe lore because it has been a long time since the last time i have read them and i recently deleted genshin but i do remember the lore, so stay tuned! I'll try my best, slow updates too, it is a self aware, just wait for updates and I'll def explain it more for now ik brain dead and in need of sleep, see y'all!

Again this is my first time writing so forgive me if i make mistakes

[lihhelsing]

Hi Artists!

We’re happy to inform you we will be opening a new Claims Round on January 6th. We still have a few unclaimed fics and we would love to get them some love so if you think you would be able to claim a fic, please keep reading to see how to proceed!

The new Claims Round will take place between January 6th 8:00AM CST and January 7th 11:59PM CST.

We put the fics on a Slide presentation so you can see them easily. There are On-Going, Completed, and To-Be-Posted projects and you will find the status on each slide. We’ll be updating the slides until the day before the new round, so don’t forget to check it for updates.

We’ll be setting the same deadline for every artist joining us at this point. So if you claim a fic, your deadline will be February 29th, as it also marks the official end of the Bang.

The link for the form will be posted here and added to the slides the day before Claims Start so you’ll have plenty of time to look at the projects and make your choices.

You don’t have to have been part of the Bang to take part in this Bonus Claims Round and if you worked on other projects and feel confident that you can take another one you’re more than welcome to join us.

We're trying to reach as many artists as we can, so your reblog is appreciated ❤️

Here's the Slides LINK

Additionally, if you're an author on the Bang and is experiencing issues or need an extension, please reach out to me or @thefreakandthehair here or any of the mini-mods in the Big Bang discord server.

Thank you so much for your patience!

[girl-with-goats]

Fest help: using Airtable

A few people in the Fest Hub server on Discord asked me to prepare a tutorial on preparing a form and a prompt gallery for fests, so here's a short but comprehensive tutorial.

First, create an account on Airtable.com—I recommend using a fest or fandom email for that. Using the app the way in the capacity of the fest is free; you don't need to buy any additional plans.

(And it's not an Airtable ad either 😂 just some help for fest mods!)

CREATING A BASE

Click on the blue “Create” button placed at the left bottom of the page.

Click on “Create from scratch”—and now we’ve got a neat base in a grid view. Grid view is quite good for monitoring the participants list, but for prompts I recommend creating a gallery. Click on “Gallery” to create one. You can give it a specific name or just go with the standard name, it doesn’t change much for the view or form.

Now that we have a prompt gallery, we can modify the fields in each card. Click on the first card; it will open a full view of its body. To edit each field, you have to point towards the field’s name until a small arrow appears on the right. It will display a menu of actions. Click on “edit the field” to change the type of field, name and description. You can repeat it for every field in the card, adding and deleting records.

What fields you should consider when creating a gallery view for a fest?

Prompt status (claimed for fic/art, unclaimed)

Prompter (AO3, tumblr)

Prompt (long-text type of field recommended for this one)

Maximum rating

Pairing

Squicks/triggers

To obtain the link to the prompt gallery you want to share, click on the “Share view” button, then create a link. You can now copy and paste it. You can copy the link later from the very same place.

Now that our prompt gallery is ready...

We can CREATE A FORM.

Click on “Form” at the end of the column. It will redirect you to a form you can modify any way you wish.

To edit a field, click on it. It will make an editing bar appear on the right, allowing you to modify the name and description of the field. 

To add a field, scroll to the place you want the new field to be added until you see a ‘+’ appear. Click on it, then on “Create a field”. Now fill out all the necessary data—the field name, its type, and description.

The neat “preview” option you can turn on any moment allows you to preview how the form looks like to the person filling it out.

Once you’re satisfied with the form, click on “publish”. The next window will allow you to copy the form link.

If you want to edit the form, you can enter it using the very same link everyone else is using. Then at the top of the page you’ll see the option to edit. You need to be logged into Airtable to do it.

And now all the records will appear in the prompt gallery once someone submits a form! 

You can also create a form for prompts claiming, but I recommend creating a separate base for it for two reasons: you will have to modify the prompt cards to hide the records included in the form (such as claimants email and name) and you’ll need to change the prompt status manually anyway.

Let me know if you have additional questions 🫶

[stbb-summaries]

Story # 41

Title: my heart stopped beating, such a softer sin Main Pairing(s): Steve Harrington/Reader Rating: E (Explicit, Includes explicit scenes) Genre: Romance, Fluff, AU (modernish -- 2006) Word Count: 5265 Completeness: 5 Warnings: None at the moment Summary:

It’s 2006, skinny jeans are in fashion and it’s only a few months until My Chemical Romance releases The Black Parade. You have a date with Steve Harrington to go to Warped Tour. Of course, Robin doesn’t believe that as you met Steve on MySpace, and you don’t live in Hawkins. But what could go wrong when a scene kid dates someone who listens to Justin Timberlake?

Art forms preferred: Traditional/Digital drawing, Manipulation, Fanvid, Podfic, Photo/gif set Highest rating art preferred: E (Explicit, Includes explicit scenes)

[fcundaticnsofdecay]

status: closed

based: things we plotted

with: @darkwants

it was supposed to be a punishment, that much everly knew. her so called boyfriend had wanted to prove that she was nothing without him. that had been before ezra had come onto that platform. it had been ages since she had been put on display on the platform. it was a form of entertainment for everyone who wasn't on it. women who were misbehaving were put in stocks. sometimes those that weren't claimed were put on display for public use. she wasn't claimed but her boyfriend never wanted her up there. yet she had pissed him off one time too many. she hadn't been expecting anyone to approach but then ezra had. she had decided to prove her own point and it had worked.

she had been shocked when ezra told her where he worked. of course she remembered how he said if she wanted to find him, she could. her ex had been royally pissed but she had gone back to the housing complex. she was left alone for a few days before she decided to venture out on her own. due to the dress code for unclaimed women, she had to wear something with easy access. lingerie was more or less what she was allowed in. she opted for a red bodysuit and they allowed her some jean shorts that barely covered what should be. she had grown up hearing stories about what it had been like before the laws had been put in place. it had been in the name of helping the population but everyone had known what it really was.

she stepped inside the garage and was frozen when she realized how many employees were milling about. she was wondering if she had made a mistake given she didn't have a collar to protect her. she realized none of them had noticed her but she heard ezra's voice. she didn't let herself overthink it and forced herself to clear her throat," hey," she breathed," you told me where i could find you." she held out her arms as if to show that she was there," hope you don't mind."

[kxllerblond]

Clark's Death and the years leading up to it.

Clark's mother, Lisa Thomspon, died of natural causes in 2022. This coupled with an incredible financial hit sends Clark into a downward spiral over the next few years.

By 2024, he's around 50 sporting the looks of a 35ish year old and so he's already quite secluded as he doesn't make many mortal connections at all and he is still too young and inexperienced to be speaking with many immortals either.

His only emotional support system is gone, he is in the midst of trying to recovering from a substantial financial hit, and he is isolated. Between 2022 and mid-2024, he falls into a depression. He doesn't take very good care of himself, he isolates even further, he grows considerably more reckless as he really doesn't have the energy to hold onto any sense of survival. This is the lowest Clark has and will ever be. It is inarguably the worst period of his life.

It is on May 5th of 2024 that that lack of caution and attention leads to his initial demise by a group of hunters who had managed to track him down.

He is found at his weakest, is bound and injured, and subsequently shot through the head ala executioner style into a nearby ditch. He is found early the next morning by a jogger.

With freaky cambion DNA to thank and no next of kin to claim him, he is buried as an unclaimed John Doe. It is in this unmarked grave that he will reside until late 2054 where he will regain consciousness in a seemingly fully regenerated body and have to claw his way out of his own coffin and grave. 👍

It won't be until some years later AFTER his revival that he will go back, pull some strings, and have Clark Thompson officially 'buried' next to his mother. Having altered his records to state he had died at age 40 instead of 50.

In terms of blog canon, this won't effect anything outside of the possibility for a few 'oh shit, you're alive' threads. Though I play Clark in a vague modern setting to match with most partners, it is to be stated that the Clark you are all familiar with in terms of status and personality is Clark as he will come to be between 2060-2075 and onward. His death and rebirth spurs an incredibly dramatic personality shift from a considerably normal and warm momma's boy into the asshole we love to hate and hate to love.

[blades-fan]

Watched Percy Jackson on Disney Plus. I'm new to the series so I don't know anything about it. Here are some thoughts I had about it.

Do not give me spoilers.

Sally said that just because someone looks like a hero doesn’t mean they are and just because someone looks like a monster doesn’t mean they are while looking at a statue of Medusa.I found out that Medusa was cursed (turned into the snake monster) by Athena for “allowing” herself to be raped.

Also, if you know anything about Greek Mythology the gods do some horrible things. Hades kidnaps Persephone and tricks her into eating fruit so she’ll be forced to stay with her and everyone I know says he’s the nicest or one of the nicest gods.

Percy getting expelled for ‘retaliating’ is so true to real life. Teachers and principles only see you stand up to bullies they never see the bullies bullying you.

I don’t like Sally. She should’ve told her son the truth years ago. I also don’t like the guy Sally is dating. I don’t know why she stays with him. I also can't remember his name.

The show says monsters are hidden from the human world by the mist, but Sally is able to see the Minotaur. And she knew about Mrs. Dobbs. I’m suspicious about that.

Percy’s only friend is a goat that’s twice his age. Is there a reason Grover who is 24 looks like a 12 year old? Do satrys age slower than human and demigod children?

Did Dionysius get kicked from Mt. Olympus or something? Why is he working as a camp counselor he clearly seems to hate it there and he has no interest in the children.

So there’s 12 cabins. 1 cabin for each of the god or goddesses children. Hermes’s cabin is for both his kids and unclaimed children. I have several thoughts on this. 1 I’m curious as to how people know for fact that someone is a demigod if their parent doesn’t claim them. Couldn’t they be half something else? 2 Percy is sleeping in the floor of the cabin. They can’t even bring a bunk bed in for him to sleep on. 3 As we see later on Poseidon’s cabin is completely empty because Poseidon is not allowed to have demigod children anymore so why didn’t they move the unclaimed children to his cabin?

So the gods don't have to claim their children ok. Please imagine one of the goddesses giving birth then claiming the child isn't hers.

Artemis: Not my kid.

Zeus: I just saw you give birth to him.

Artemis: Oh really? Do you want to talk about all of your illegitimate kids then?

Zeus: .....

Artemis: That's what I thought.

Of course the kid from Hermès the messenger god is the one to tell Percy how camp works and everything.

The 3 top gods made pact to not have anymore mortal children. And of course Zeus breaks this when he creates Thalia. Of course it would be Zeus to break this pact. Also I’m betting the reason Poseidon couldn’t claim Percy or be a father to him was because he was breaking the pact as well and he didn’t want Percy to get killed, but since the lightning bolt is gone he needs Percy to prove his innocence.

Clarisse says that if she maims Percy she’ll lose dessert privileges this camp is way too tame with bullies. And since Clarisse is so certain she won’t be punished any further that implies a camper maimed or killed another camper.

So Hades took Sally huh? Well Hades has been known to kidnap women (cough Persephone cough) Did he do this out of the goodness of his heart? To spite his brothers? To gain another lover? Who knows.

After the fountain incident and the bathroom incident everyone including Percy is shocked to discover that his dad is Poseidon.

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FORGIVE ME FOR ASKINF AGAIN but what was the plot of boisvert and its time period? whats the fashion like in the universe?

IT'S OK because i love talking about boisvert more than ANYTHING in the WORLD! ok so boisvert is about merilance, a changeling, and her sister valerie, who both end up stolen away to fairyland because of their aforementioned status of changeling and unclaimed child. they are taken by two fairies claiming to have been sent by merilance’s ‘mother’. they’re taken in by a fairy named braughen, who lets them live in his home with his children: roscobell, andrias, daghain, and floralee & florabell.

braughen lives in the fairy court of the quagmire which is in a period of political instability because it is in the process of planning the annexation of the smaller court of boisvert. quagmire is doing this because the treacherous true ruler of quagmire, pasrsifal priorhark, is believed to be hiding somewhere within boisvert’s borders. merilance and valerie grow up here (they’re taken when they’re about 13-14, and then there is a vague time jump to when they’re in their early 20s) with vastly different goals in mind: merilance wishes to become a knight for quagmire in order to prove herself and protect valerie and get her back home, while valerie wants to stay in fairyland and continue studying magic, which is a science in the world.

merilance meets a scholar by the name of carrier who promises to help her become a knight in exchange for her help in his research into a particular branch of magic known as siphoning. as the story moves on, merilance becomes more and more disillusioned with quagmire’s political agenda, but all of this comes to head when braughen is murdered presumably due to his involvement with an anti-annexation group of radicals known as the priormancia, and his son, andrias, is wrongfully convicted of the crime. much of the first book revolves around merilance, valerie, and roscobell attempting to solve his murder which they learn is inextricably linked to quagmire, its ruler the rosenthral, and the ever-looming shadow of the ever-unknowable parsifal!

time-wise: fairyland exists outside of time. there's a whole diagram i drew but basically fairyland is only able to exist thanks to time that has passed and time that will pass, and so exists sort of next to the 'real' timeline. things move differently there. this reflects in the general structure of fairyland, which is vaguely medieval but more heavily lies on the imagination and what people think a fairyland would look like ^.^ as for what time merilance and valerie are from, they're taken some time in the early to mid-2000s.

i LOVE the fashion question. it's super stuffy and formal but really it can be whatever because fairies are silly! when drawing, i reference a lot of older illustrations for fairy tales, pantomime and other stageplay costumes, and generally strange and whimsical fits for strange and whimsical fairies. here's some choice picks from the pinterest board for u.

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Free dog adopts to whoever wants one.

The lines where generated with Bing AI ~ I just colored them in and and put them in a neat little character sheet.

Hence why they are free ~ I like coloring them in/designing them. Maybe someone will find a use for the designs.

First come first serve - Comment "Mine" and what deign to claim.

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