#messier 23

[quiltofstars]

M23 // Jarrod Rueff

[anothercloudynight]

Open cluster of stars , Messier 23 or NGC 6494

Northwest of the southern constellation of Sagittarius

Distance:  2.149 light years

Jun 30 2023 -Montcada i Reixac

[sand-seeks-sun]

Tomboy Foolery

Part 2 in a series - Part 1 is here, and continue with 3 here ! (WVR lvl 53 quest in character writing - quest line spoilers guaranteed)

It'd been a few days since last his newest client - the Ishgardian mother-daughter pair, though one more directly a client than the other - had made contact in need of more work from the craftsman, so Khamgaal was quick with both need of coin and distraction to answer their request. Even if it is quite the distance to travel...

After such a long trudge on his ever wobbly Chocobo, Kham certainly hadn't expected to have been met by Averil this time first rather than her mother. It was simply natural reaction to smile from behind the protection of his mask to her as the girl summoned him close! and for conversation, it seemed? He kept optimism in his squinting eyes, ever focused on her and her words.

Even if...

Even if it does just come down to a request to go to her mother's side and serve as a distraction, he supposed. Smile fading, but dedication rock-steady, Khamgaal gave the girl his assurance in the form of a silent nod before making to his duty - and to the cathedral where he knows Glenda will be.

It was during the footfalls in short snow over his way there that Kham allowed himself to mull in typical, negative thoughts again, outside of the sight of someone who could be influenced by it; or worse, see him poorly for it.

Do you really feel right keeping secrets between someone else's family like this? Do you feel like it's your choice to make? or a job?

It's sickening to Kham how much he sees himself in Averil's misjudgements, yet makes he no effort to speak up or assure her. But, at the same time, does she not seem assured..? It's conflicting how he's both her senior and so, so much beneath her when it comes to actually acting on her own will.

His.. Own will.

The distance grew short like the piled snow, crushed so easily by footfalls, and Kham did what he does better than anyone - ignore his feelings.

Khamgaal raised a hand to bring Glenda's attention to himself as he entered the cathedral at last, as if the cracking of daylight through the opening doors and his imposing figure hadn't drawn everyone within the room's eye already. At least she remained pleasant as before in her conversation, and unsuspecting of his cause for being there. It seemed to Kham that Glenda was much more interested in complaining of her daughter and...

well...

yawn... various.. thing...s?

Before he realized it, Glenda's voice lulled a very poorly-slept and over-traveled Kham into sleeping on his feet, but thankfully for both of their embarrassments she seems to miss it as he snaps back awake to her announcement of departure. Thank goodness for his spectacles...? He nodded a polite goodbye to her, and followed outside into the much-more-wake-inducing visage of snow again.

-

Upon meeting up with Averil again, donning his best and most authentic smile, the girl has an actual request for his skill! and that makes Kham smile with sincerity - gloves, after all, are one of his actual specialties. Something fitted. something personal, something so close and something that covers a person's most intimate and important appendages...

Gloves, like people, should all be unique and loved for different things.

It's a happy daze of stitches at the girl's side that afternoon as the pair chat over his craft, their friendship seemingly growing deeper as each stitch developed and sunk into perfect form - a form Averil couldn't stop praising him for, when it finally came together. Until.. of course... she ran off, with promise of needing him again and a large smile.

[itsfreeandthecopscantstopyou]

Got drunk with my mom on my birthday met a 36yr old and really hit it off he wanted me biblically my mom is 45 so the age gap is very weird my mom might have kissed a man who is NOT my stepfather I am still drunk and the Lyft home was $45. Did not pay for a single drink it was a decent night out

[yjhzies]

“Come back, please.” — JWW

⸝⸝୭ ˚. fluff . est relation . cute

��� pairings : wonwoo x gn!reader ⋆ warning : none! (I hope so) ⋆ wc : 0.6k [✉️] · Your bf claims to have missed you alot, not wanting you to leave his side.

⋆ - note : UGH I love the thought of a clingy Wonwoo 😽😽 he would be so pookie coded | tysm @arkynz 4 the req!! <3

You were up a lot earlier than usual, and didn't want to wake Wonwoo up because he had just come back from a tour yesterday. So you decided to visit the corner shop that newly opened nearby your shared apartment. The advertisements were pretty good and you wanted to check it out yourself.

Just as you were looking at what to buy, the phone in your hand rang with a notification - Wonwoo texted you. You weren't expecting him to be awake so early, especially after he kept mumbling how exhausted he was while resting in your embrace yesterday.

[Today · 8:23 AM]

Wonuu 🎀 : where did you go

Wonuu 🎀 : you're not here?

You smiled, sliding your fingers on the keyboard, typing a response.

You : I'm out in the corner shop baby

You : I thought you'd sleep in today

Your phone rang again - he immediately replied.

Wonuu 🎀 : come back

Wonuu 🎀 : please :(

Just when you were about to reply, your phone started to ring - he was calling.

"Baby," he called out, his voice groggy with sleep. "Why did you leave..."

"I thought you'd sleep for some time," you responded, paying for the food you bought as you made your way out of the store. "I'm coming, okay?"

"Please, come fast," he mumbled, and you could hear the pout in his voice. Silence soon followed after.

This wasn't how Wonwoo was usually. He didn't mind you waking up before him, going to the shop without telling him or leaving him alone at home while he was sleeping - but since yesterday, he had been clingy. Refusing to let go of you as he held you tight and buried his face into your neck. He did tell you a thousand times that he missed you, a lot, but you didn't think to this extent.

You, of course, didn't mind.

You carefully opened the front door, walking in and placing the food boxes on the table. The house was unusually quiet - quiet like when one of you was sleeping or either not here.

As you made your way to your shared bedroom, you found Wonwoo buried in his blanket, cheek squished by the pillow he was resting his head on, his eyes tightly shut. His face was a light shade of pink, and as you walked closer to him, you felt the warmth radiating off his body.

"Wonu?" You softly called out, careful not to startle him. You sat on his side of the bed - as he was sleeping on yours - and gently brushed the hair strands away from his face. His cheeks were warm, and you could tell he had been under the blankets for some time.

The small act made him shift a little, making you notice his phone was still in his hand.

You carefully slide it out of his grip, placing it on the nightstand.

"Baby-" Wonwoo suddenly mumbled, opening his eyes slowly. He stretched his arms, reaching out to you.

"Did I wake you up? Sorry," you whisper, scooting closer to him.

He shook his head, making his hair messier in the process, and gently wrapped his arms around your waist in a loose grip.

Wonwoo mumbled something under his breath that sounded like 'lay down with me', and you didn't wait for him to repeat it as you adjusted yourself next to him.

He smiled with his eyes closed, snuggling closer to comfortably rest his head on your chest. He gently took your hand and placed it on his head, silently telling you to caress it.

"Don't leave me alone next time,"

"Did you miss me that much?"

"Hm, I did..."

His soft heatbeats matched with yours as he quietly dozed off in the warmth of your embrace. Maybe you liked this side of your boyfriend the most. Maybe you liked the way he thought of every way to be by your side at all times.

[shiny-jr]

Hi! I noticed that your requests were open and I love the way you write Malleus so I was hoping you would do yandere malleus x reader. where the reader knows twisted wonderland is a game (but not imposter au pls) and after they got isekia'd are trying to stop the overblots from happening and malleus is just terrified for them. Idk just an idea I've had for awhile but never found a fanfic like lol. Obviously it's totally fine if you don't want to do it or if I accidentally broke a rule. Anyway remember to drink some water and take a break if needed! Have a amazing rest of your day/night!!

Warning: Yandere (not really, not at all). Gender-neutral reader.

Characters: Malleus Draconia.

Summary: MC sees affection meters and it's not good.

Note: These are mainly thoughts and random words my mind spewed out.  

How did one claim victory at a game? Well, it entirely depended on the game, the mechanics and the options. It should've been impossible to lose a mobile game that was primarily composed of the gacha mechanism and visual novels.

When you suddenly found yourself in the series of twisted villains in a prestigious school of magic, you found that it was much more complex than it appeared on screen. Especially when only you could see these small bars occasionally floating above people's heads. Bars which you recognized as affection meters, nearly all of them stagnant at a dull gray 0% when you first arrived. This was the hurdle blocking your way to an easy victory. Because how else were you to escape the game, other than complete it?

Situations became messier, when you didn't have a dialogue options between two mere choices. Add making good impressions and keeping a character's favor, to the list of quests alongside avoiding death by inky overblotted characters. By some miracle, you had increased the affection of the characters you met and interacted with to a healthy 5% or 10%, sometimes more. At any cost you wished to avoid getting in the negatives, because you did not want to find out what would happen then.

Sometimes, the numbers would drop dangerously close to zero, mainly when an overblot was occuring. Never had you realized how the visual novel failed spectacularly at portraying the utter horror of the overblotted in all their wicked glory. The black inky darkness leaking from them like tears or blood with those crazed unhinged looks in their eyes–– was the stuff of pure nightmares.

And yet the one whose overblot you had been dreading the most, the dorm leader of Diasomnia, was surprisingly docile as you dealt with others. However, you knew even when conversing with him, that you would one day witness him overblot and look like some ethereal but deadly fallen angel. So mentally you prepared yourself, while taking on the task of keeping up appearances.

Malleus' affection meter, was a good 20% and a friendly pink shade, quite the accomplishment you were proud of, considering the majority of the cast wasn't even at 15%. The Draconia heir was certainly someone you never wanted to see reach below zero, so you did your absolute best to appeal to him, even if he was quite intimidating at first with the way he stoically watched you complain about the least of your worries, homework and classes.

By the time you spoke to him about your troubles with the Ramshackle dorm and Azul, during what you knew was the Octavinelle arc, the prince's affection had sprouted to a 22%. When you went into more detail of the potential loss you could face, it went to 23%.

The next time you saw him, you were weary and antsy since witnessing Azul's break-down. If the blot of his tears had the magic to gather, it would've been enough to drown, you were sure of it. Even by that maniac look in his eyes, you're sure he would've purposely drowned you if he got close enough.

Throughout that charlatan's chapter, his affection meter had slowly been rising, dropping during the overblot like the tides only to rise once again by the end to a good 45%. This was good!

But no matter how much you may have pondered, strategized, or try to predict each next action, you could've never guessed that the next time you saw Malleus after Azul's overblot, his expression taut with concern, his affection meter had made a jump to 55% and turned red. This entire time you had been avoiding the negatives, but you never once worried of the dangers and implications a red affection meter above 50% would mean for you. Or heaven forbid, anything close to 100%.

[my-great-big-book-of-fan-fiction]

L x Reader: The Billionaire and the Prostitute Chapter Guide

Synopsis - You're a prostitute, paid incredible sums by a small handful of wealthy clients. L is...L. Busy. Rich. In need of your services. And for ¥10,000,000 a session, you're happy to oblige him. But...what if things get messier? What if Love enters the scene?

Word count ~ 51k

Warnings/content tags - frequent smut, PinV, oral (giving and recieving), hand jobs, mostly vanilla, angst, slowburn, reader refuses to fall in love, L falls in love too quickly, sugar baby/daddy-esque relationship, drunk sex, L is a switch (slight sub lean), light bondage, alcohol usage, complex parental relationships, reader has mommy issues, L is bad at boundaries but is trying, family death

Last updated - June 18, 2025

chapter 0: the inspiring ficlet

Chapter 1: The Hook, the line, and the sinker

Chapter 2: do you think about him too?

Chapter 3: Euphonious

Chapter 4: Nails

Chapter 5: holiday

Chapter 6: comfort

Chapter 7: Worry

chapter 8: France

Chapter 9: gift-giving

Hiatus minis:

Mini 1- L's Daily notes

Mini 2- L's research

Mini 3- Reader's to-do

Chapter 10: company

Chapter 11: past

Chapter 12: Confession

Chapter 13: Boots

Chapter 14: Betoken

chapter 15: Rex

Chapter 16: Transaction

Chapter 17: Inebriation

chapter 18: Amnesia

Chapter 19: Bondage

Chapter 20: Funeral

Chapter 21: Ah-Choo!

Chapter 22: Soup

Chapter 23: Letter

[awakenedevildays]

you should do a stiles fic/blurb/imagine based of off the song not a lot, just forever by adrianne lenker. like a fluff fic where reader and stiles are just so in love with eachother.

「not a lot, just forever」 Stiles Stilinski x F!reader

a/n: this was so fun but so hard to write, thank you for requesting anon, I loved writing it!🩷

warning: none really, aged up characters (18 in the first, 23 in the other two).

━━━•❃°•°❀°•°❃•━━━

And your dearest fantasy 

Is to grow a baby in me

I could be a good mother

And I wanna be your wife

"you know you're like- the prettiest girl in the world?" he slurs as you make him sit on the bed, his drunk and sleepy body doesn't protest as he falls lazily on it.

"Am I now?" you ask with a smile and he nods with a dopey grin, his pupils slightly dilated and hair messy from the night he spent with Scott in a bar, 'bro's night', as they call it. 

He nods, the dopey grin staying as he continues to look at you with what he thinks is a flirty look, but in reality is just him looking at you in a drunk daze. "You should model." He says and leans back, his arms holding him up as he looks you up and down

You giggle "so love really is blind" you say as you take the hem of his shirt to take it off him. 

His smile disappears like you actually offended him. "don't say that." he raises his arms to help you in the task and his hair get even messier than before. "Every time I look at you, it's like-" he lets out a soft sigh, the alcohol in his veins is making him more sentimental than usual. "it's like I forget how to breathe."

"baby how much did you drink?" your worried but amused tone makes him grin again.

"A.. a lot." he admits, his grin is somewhat guilty as he sits there in just his jeans. "I lost count after the seventh shot." he mutters and sighs annoyed at his lids that are feeling heavier than normal and his spinning head.

"Stiles! what made you think that was a good idea?" you scold him while making him wear his sleep shirt. 

"Scott... He said I couldn't handle that many shots in a row and I wanted to prove him he was wrong." he admits and pulls the shirt on with your help, groaning as he leans against the headboard. "Turns out... I was wrong."

You stifle a laugh. "Of course you were." you reach down to unbutton his jeans. 

"Hey now, who said you could do that?" he teases lazily and takes your fingers in his to stop them. "I'm still sober enough to do it myself, y'know."

"yeah? go on then." you raise again and put your hands on your hips expectantly

Stiles chuckles and clumsily stands on his feet to undo them himself, but his vision is going all swirly and his hands feels numb. "Uhm," he mutters and blinks a few times before looking up at you with almost pleading, puppy eyes. "Just- help a lil' tipsy guy here, yeah?"

You roll your eyes amused and help him take them off, his eyes looking at all over you as you do. "Mm, you're pretty," he mumbles as he leans down to kiss your cheek, his minty breath caused by the freshly brushed teeth hits you as he reaches for your lips

"you already said that." you say on his mouth as his jeans fall at his feet. "Now get under the covers and sleep." 

He grabs you by the hips and groans in protest, pulling you closer to him. "Can't sleep yet.. I gotta make out with my girlfriend first." He murmurs but lets you push him towards the bed behind him until he's lying down.

"Maybe tomorrow Sti'" you join your boyfriend on the bed, covering the both of you with the duvet and he doesn't waste time to lay his head on your chest with a pleased groan.

"God, this is the life!" he almost moans on your boobs as he slips his hands under your nightdress to hug you closer. You giggle and hug him back, a hand on his hair to comb his brown and messy locks back to soothe him to sleep. 

"Mm.." he hums at the feeling of your hand on his head, his face nuzzles against your chest. "I love you." He slurs, his voice a bit groggy and tired as he lets his lids close, the warmth of your body and the alcohol in his system making his mind feel fuzzy.

"I know." 

"Hey! Say it back." he murmurs, his voice sounding a lot like a spoiled toddler, in his drunken state he didn't even notice you quoted Star Wars but oh well, too bad for him.

"I love you" you reply and kiss his forehead. 

"Mmh.." he hums happily and buries his head back in his favorite place. "I want to marry you" he confesses a few minutes later just when you thought he fell asleep.

"we'll have to wait a few more years for that."

"But- why?" he whines and looks up at you, a pouty look on his sleepily, drunken face. "I want to marry you now."

"Now, as in now? you in your batman themed boxers and me in a nightgown?" you ask jokingly as your thigh goes to rests over his hip.

A wide grin takes over his expression. "That would be perfect." he says and moves his hand from under your nightie to your thigh, his fingers gripping at the soft flesh.

"There was that song, what does it say? 'I like shiny thing but I'd marry you in paper rings'" he sings lazily with a slurred voice "was it Taylor Swift? oh I love Taylor Swift" he rambles and you giggle amused against his forehead. 

One of his hands begins to trace random patterns on your thigh. "Seriously... if I asked you, would you say yes?" he asks suddenly and looks up at you, his puppy dog ​​eyes almost pleading.

You open your mouth to answer but he beats you to it. 

"Wait- no." he interrupts and hides his face again. "Don't tell me yet, I want it to be a surprise." 

"okay" you sigh and pat his back... like you would actually answer him in these conditions. 

"Good" he mutters, his lids feeling heavy as he lets himself succumb to sleep. "Gotta make it a super-super surprise." He mumbles against your skin before he is out, his breathing soft and steady against your body, completely snuggled up to you.

You smile down at his asleep state, you actually really like drunk Stiles. 

Not a lot, just forever

Intertwined, sewn together

Like the rock bears the weather

Not a lot, just forever

"what about this?" he asks, throwing himself on the millionth bed of the store. 

"Stiles stop throwing yourself on every mattress you see" you scold him from the end of the bed with your arms crossed to your chest, you look like a mom with her toddler right now.

he gives you a cheeky smile and rolls onto his stomach, burying his face in the comforter and looking up at you.  "But why? I'm having fun," he replies, his voice slightly muffled.

"I can see that, but I'm tired of sleeping on an single inflatable mattress full of  holes, I would like to fall asleep on a bed and wake up at the same height I fell asleep in, not on the floor because it deflated during the night and I would love to have it by the end of the week."

Your boyfriend rolls onto his back, propping himself up with his elbows and looking up at you with offended eyes. "what's wrong with my camping mattress?" 

"you really want me to start?" you ask raising your eyebrows as to challenge him.

He looks at you up and down while pondering the answer. "no... not really, you're probably right anyway."

you nod in a 'thought so' manner and walk by his side to sit next to him on the exposed mattress under his amused eyes. 

"Can I just say that if you had listened to me two weeks ago now we would be sleeping in the bed that was in my room in Beacon Hills?"

"It was too small to sleep for two people but too much of a hassle to move from beacon Hills to here! it's easier to buy a bigger one here" 

"It wasn't too small for two people, we slept there just fine" he protests, reaching out to pinch your thigh.

"maybe you slept well because if I didn't let you stay in the middle you'd have a crisis! but I didn't have room to move and I always found myself sleeping on top of you." you reply while pointing an accusatory finger on his chest.

he rolls his eyes dramatically as you speak, letting out a quiet huff.  "that's not true!" he chuckles, wrapping his hand around your finger and giving it a light kiss before dropping it. "I seem to remember you falling asleep on top of me, more than the other way around." 

you roll your eyes "I assure you that if I had had the space to move I would not have slept on you, you'll see it when we'll have a bed big enough to move."

he gives you a smirk, tilting his head back to smirk up at you. "oh yeah? and what if I want you to fall asleep on top of me?" he asks with a grin while sitting up.

"aw, you'll get over it" you peck his pout.

"Oh, I doubt it, I can be very clingy."

"I know that... so what do you think about this?" you bounce on the bed a few times to feel the softness under you.

He props himself up in his elbows, looking down at the bed as you jump on it. 

"I don't know... it's not soft enough"

you nod "I agree"

his gaze turns to a bed a couple of feet away.  "what about that one?" he asks, jerking his head slightly in the direction of the bed.

You stand up "let's try it, come on baby."

when two days later the bed you two have chosen is finally built in your house (in five hours because you and Stiles are not exactly born to build things) you're more than exited to finally throw away that damn mattress and sleep at least a cm away from your boyfriend. 

Stiles flops back onto the bed, a sigh escaping his lips as he lets his body sink into the sheets and the comforter.  "God, this is paradise." he murmurs, his eyes closed and a content smile on his lips. "Look!" he says and proceeds to roll from one corner of the bed to the other. "You can roll over 4 times and a half!"

You giggle as you put on his shirt to sleep in, you only hope the bed is not gonna give up overnight, considering the fact that you and Stiles found three screws left out after finishing assembling it. "I'm glad you like it."

"I love it," he replies and pats the bed beside him. "come here." You comply and he immediately wraps his arms around waist when you slide beneath the covers next to him, tugging gently to drag you on top of him. "Mmm, much better" he murmurs and presses a kiss on your forehead.

"It is" you mumble "well, goodnight Sti'" you mutter before detaching from him to move on your side of the bed.

"wait wha- where are you going?" he asks with a slight frown as he sits on his elbows.

You turn your head to look at him "to sleep...?"

Stiles lets out a quiet sigh and rolls his eyes. "Be for real and get back here." he murmurs, reaching a hand out to tug on your wrist.

"no, no I have to show you I can sleep on my side if I have enough space."

Your boyfriend sighs disappointed before a smile appears on his face. "You know what? do as you wish" he says before kissing your cheek and laying down on his back again, you want to slap that stupid grin off his face. 

"thank you." you sass back and turn off the lamp on your bedside. 

You turn back to face him and curl on yourself, ignoring the snickers coming from your boyfriend and try to fall asleep... only to soon find out that the task is harder than expected. You move to lay on your back. Then on your side again. Then on your other side, but still nothing. 

Stiles' breath is becoming slower and deeper as the minutes pass and you envy him as he moves on his side towards you, deep asleep only 15 minutes after your conversation. 

How can he fall asleep so fast? 

As if to answer your question, from his mouth escapes a pair of soft snores and you huff annoyed, that's it, you're too tired to prove him right. 

You kneel next to him and push his right shoulder enough to make him fall on his back gently, he grunts in his sleep with a frown and you wait a few seconds until his expression relaxes again to continue with your plan. You take his left arm and stretch it out horizontally to carefully lay your head on his shoulder and to slot your body on his side, one of your legs finds its place between his as usual and your arm hugs his waist to you. 

You sigh in contempt as you feel his warmth under you and his scent under your nose... finally, a few minutes later, your eyes close sleepily and you shift even closer to him with a satisfied 'mh'. You don't pay attention when his arms move to wrap around you...

"I knew it."

"shut up." 

Through your eyes I see

A smile you bring to me

To your joy, I tether

When Stiles started to work at FBI everyone told him it was going to be hard, especially the first few years: with all the creepy criminal cases, the never ending paperwork, the unpaid overtime he does without realizing it because he is too immersed in the cases he was assigned and so on... He loves his job, of course. But he soon realized that his favorite part of the day is not when he's working... it's when his shift has ended and he opens the door of your shared apartment where you're probably in already waiting for him.

"Babe I'm ho- oh, you're here...?" he says with a confused frown, placing his backpack down and simultaneously loosing the tie on his neck. 

"Hi baby" you kiss his lips and move his hands away to untie it yourself, more to keep your nervous hands occupied than to actually help him "how was your day?" you ask and when he tries to move into the house you block his way again.

"it was good... and yours?" he asks and you nod with pursued lips, your eyes avoids his and focus on his neck to unbutton the shirt "mhmh, good". 

Stiles narrows his eyes at you suspiciously. "What did you do?" He asks you with a small smirk, letting you unbutton his shirt but still trying to go a few steps more into the house.

You scoff "why are you assuming I did something?" you ask.

He scoffs right back at you in return but still gives you a small smirk, his hands rest on your hips to squeeze them "because you're literally stopping me from coming in, clearly nervous and suspiciously fidgeting with my shirt to avoid my eyes" he lists, his hands sliding a little farther down to slip in the pockets of your jeans.

"you're a really great detective, aren't you?" you ask trying to change the subject. 

Stiles chuckles and leans closer to you to get a good look at your flustered face "you're dodging the question and I still want an answer"

You sigh and throw your arms around his neck to hug him "Stiles, promise you won't get mad" you beg him.

"Should I be worried?" he asks and before he can have the chance to hug you back you break the hug. 

"No, no I mean- its not something bad, its cute... yeah its cute" you smile encouragingly, maybe more at yourself than at him. 

"ok, now I'm confused" he sighs and lets go of you.

"maybe I should just show you" you grab his hand and guide him to the living room. He scans the room to see if there's anything different but it doesn't seem to be anything wrong at first glance. 

You let go of his hand to walk behind the back of the couch and lean down "I don't see anyth-" he hears a loud meow "-oh..." he says when you raise again: in your arms comfortably lays a small white kitten with bright blue eyes.

"I know we just moved in and that we said we're not ready for a pet... but she was in the streets alone and I looked for her mom everywhere! she was cold and starving and... and I know you're more of a dog person but isn't she the cutest angel you've ever seen?" you caress her small head as you walk back towards him. "-I know I should've talked to you about it earlier but my heart couldn't let her there" you look down at the kitten. 

He sighs and meets you halfway "baby... we just moved in..." you nod ands whisper a small 'I know', you can feel tears prickling in your eyes. 

"And taking care of a cat is expensive..." you nod again, already giving up the idea of keeping her and call a friend you know would love to have her. Both his hands rub the face of the kitten and she immediately starts to purr "so how did you name her?" he asks and your face light up immediately, you look at him with big, wide eyes.

"really?! can we keep her?!" you ask with a higher pitch voice than normal.

"of course we ca-" your lips smash against his lips repeatedly and he smiles while trying to reciprocate them. 

"what- did I do- to deserve you?" you ask between the kisses and he hums in content at the love you're giving him. 

He shakes his head and gives you one last gentle kiss on your lips before moving back a little to look down at the bundle of fur you hold in your arms "what's her name?" he asks.

"Marie" you say proudly while giving her to him.

He raises an eyebrow at you, looking at you with a soft, but teasing smile "wasn't that one of the names for our future baby?" he asks and slowly starts to walk backwards towards the couch, Marie purring all the while in his arms.

"It is! and... her mom is Duchess" he looks back at you, the smile on his face turns into a frown. 

"Excuse me, what?" You grimace at his expression and run into the bedroom to come out of it seconds later with a sheepish smile on your face and another white, bigger cat in your arms. "Oh baby... no" he says throwing his head back against the cushions, Marie climbs unbothered on his chest. He groans and looks up at you, a pout on his face and a very clearly annoyed expression "two? really?!" he asks but still caress the white fur of Marie, his eyes never leaving her mom's same fur. 

"they're a family! we cannot separate them, and she will take care of her own baby, so technically we'll take care of Duchess and she'll take care of Marie!" you sit next to him "and the vet said they're both as healthy as they can be, just sightly starved, he said they were probably abandoned not too long ago" you explain while Duchess sniffs her baby in your boyfriends arms.

"are you seriously trying to guilt-tripping me into keeping them?!" he asks and you bite your lips guiltily and an hopeful expression on your face.

"is it working?" Duchess walks out of your arms and towards your boyfriend's lap.

He sighs again "yeah, yeah it is" he answers making you smile lovingly at him, how could you be so lucky. Your boyfriend shakes his head in disbelief, but the smile betrays him right away "did you really call them after the Aristocats? wait- were you planning on calling our future daughter after Marie from the Aristocats?" 

"well, they're both, girls, white and cute, how could I not?" you answer and decide to ignore his second question, what's wrong with naming your kid after a cat anyway?

"well, I guess it checks out" he says, his hands are still caressing Marie and Duchess but his eyes are not leaving yours "you're lucky I love you, you know?"

"I know, and I love you too" you say kissing his cheek "soooo?" you ask anxiously.

Your boyfriend looks back at the two cats on his lap. "fuck... okay, we'll keep them" he says and in response you throw your arms around his neck to pepper his cheek with sweet kisses. He basks into your kisses just as pleased as before, the cats making themselves comfortable on his legs "but we're not getting anymore, understood?" 

"ooor we could look for-"

"absolutely not." he says firmly.

"but you didn't even let me finish!" you protest.

He light scolds you with his eyes "is your plan to get two more kittens, one orange and one black, to call them Toulouse and Berlioz so you can make the whole Aristocats family?" he asks.

You open your mouth in shock, he knows you too well. "see? you're wrong, that's not what I was going to say at all." you lie.

He gives you a knowing smirk and raises his eyebrows at you "oh yeah? And what were you going to say, then?" he asks with raised eyebrows and a fake surprised tone in his voice.

"...I hate you" you huff while sitting down next to him, Stiles opens his arm when he sees you move and you lay your head on his shoulder, his arm rests around your shoulders and you hug his waist.

He chuckles softly and kisses your temple. "What? You just told me you love me".

"I didn't know the real you a minute ago." you sigh.

"yeah right... I love you too, baby" he says as he rubs your back under your shirt in the way he knows you love "but if I see another cat in this house..." he threatens and you raise your head to look at him.

"what will you do?" you taunt him.

Stiles smiles like he already won "I'll kick you out." 

You gasp in fake shock "you would never!" 

"yeah? try me."

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Hope you enjoyed, recommendations, suggestions and requests are always welcome and open! <3

Do not copy or repost.

[quiltofstars]

M23 // Remi Lacasse

[mini-ism]

courtship— 07 KINKTOBER ‘23

words: 815

synopsis: zhongli accepts your proposal, your innocence for a chance to be his spouse.

warnings: mdni!! virginity (reader), taking of virginity, monsterfucking, dragon form, courting, porn with some plot, mentions of marriage, gender neutral reader

zhongli loomed over you menacingly. his shoulders squared and broad, his eyes focused, glowing with sheer strength. you could hear his tail smack the floor a couple times.

your proposal was hard to deny, especially when you were in front of him, your most tender form of all— stripped bare and belly exposed. it was difficult not to think of you as prey, ready and eager to be consumed.

you begged and you pleaded for this chance, you knew the man would soon be courted once more, perhaps by a person lovelier than yourself. you merrily offered zhongli your innocence for a chance to become his spouse, nodding your head along joyfully, willfully dismissing his warnings.

yet there he stood, his gaze focused on you, your legs brought up to your chest, knees bent. you anticipated the answer of his body, the response to your bare form. it tingled and brewed within you, every second heightening your senses, the feeling of eagerness lingering in the air.

with a quick, experienced movement, zhongli pushed himself against you, his thick, large cock pressing against your entrance. awkwardly, you craned your neck to look at his body. his cock was unlike anything you could have imagined. it was big and lengthy, with a knot at the base, and his tip was an inhuman blackish color.

you watched as he tentatively moved his hips to yours, his cock poking and prodding at your hole, eliciting a whine from your lips.

you could feel the round, yet pointed, tip gain entry within you, stretching your hole ever so slightly to allow zhongli inside of you. a loud, breathy mewl left you, the stretching of your entrance and now your walls causing you to whine in pain.

“i warned you.” he said, your mind blurring while he moved in and out of you slowly, losing more of his length inside of you. he put his hands on your hips, thrusting inwards sharply, then pulling out almost all the way, only to fuck into you harder again. he continued this until most of his cock was in you, which took longer than we would have liked.

moans spilled from your mouth, feeling the girth of his dick stretch you out to your limits. the pain slowly ebbed into deep pleasure. you reached for his horns, which he allowed you to hold onto. zhongli kept his slow, yet agonizing pace, his cock dragging in and out of your tight hole. he knew he was in control.

tightening your grip, zhongli drew in a sharp inhale, your thumbs riding on the ridges of the sharp dragon horns atop his head, nestled in his dark brown hair. zhongli’s pace quickened drastically without warning, his hands still planted on your hips. his determined eyes were squinted, he seemed to be enjoying himself.

“do you like it? do you like this?” you asked.

“do not ask me such… dumb questions,” he replied, remaining silent for a while, “…yes, i enjoy this.”

you half giggled and half moaned in response. pleasure was building within both of you, and moans were slipping from both of you. mostly you, really. zhongli’s darkened hands moved from your hips to the underside of your thighs. your body was continuously and relentlessly bullied by zhongli’s fat cock, your tight hole straining from his size.

heat pooled in your gut, the sense of trust relaxing your muscles as he carefully, yet ruthlessly, fucked you. zhongli’s tail continued to swish and smack against the floor, nearly wagging uncontrollably as he chased his own high.

“are you close?” he panted.

you nodded, tears stinging your eyes, you could hear skin against skin, and the smell of sex hung in the air. he looked so handsome on top of you, drilling you full of his cock, his hair messier than usual, and his clothes slightly undone. you hoped he’d pick you after this, how he’d pick you to fuck again. to marry. to make you submit to him.

“good.”

the intensity of his thrusts jumped, your hands grabbing at his horns tightly, your hole clenching with his every movement. his grip tightened on your plush, warm thighs, ramming into you as fast as he fucking could.

“ah, ah, i’ll come soon. mmh,” zhongli could only muster as much of a warning as that before you came. your body tightened and you moaned loudly, your hips bucking wildly, hole tight as a vice around his cock. a sense of heavy relief and intense pleasure washed over you, your brain foggy and thoughts awry.

“zhongli, i- mmgh! oh, oh, fuck… fuuuuck…”

you watched as zhongli fucked into you one last time, pulling out as seed spilled onto your tummy, thick white globs leaking from his pointed tip. he looked at you determinedly, ready to pursue you deeper than this fuck.

and when the day came, the dragon approached you.

[veinsfullofstars]

Maybe you can love your friends too much…

(ID: Undertale fanart of Papyrus, Undyne, & Sans. In the top panel, they are standing side-by-side and posing confidently - Pap on our left with a wink and smile, his chest puffed out, one hand on his scarf and the other on his hip; Undyne in the middle grinning with a mouthful of sharp teeth and flexing her muscles; and Sans on the right doing a lazy finger gun with one hand, the other in his hoodie pocket. In the bottom panel, Undyne has scooped them both into a headlock - Pap bug-eyed and bent backward, Sans shrunk-eyed and lifted right off the ground - choking the life out of them with affection. END ID.)

I had this one sitting in the WIP folder for almost a year before I had the will to tackle it again - the woes of losing old files and redoing them from scratch, y'know. Also experimented with a messier shading style than I’m used to. I really like how soft and textured it is, but it takes forever with the brush I use, so it’s hard to say if I’ll keep doing it for other pieces. All in all, I kinda love how this turned out. Man, I miss these little guys.

Started 11/17/22, finished 08/12/23, updated for color correction 11/02/24. NOTE: This was originally posted on my deleted account on 08/13/23.

[incloudcity]

live now, think later

welcome to live now, think later. this is a series of blurbs inspired by tate's album Think Later. requests are open! 1. cut my hair, trevor zegras friday, june 20 2. greedy, auston matthews saturday, june 21 3. run for the hills, jack hughes sunday, june 22

4. hurt my feelings, matthew tkachuk monday, june 23 5. grave, luke hughes tuesday, june 24 6. stay done, will smith wednesday, june 25 7. exes, william nylander thursday, june 26 8. we're not alike coming soon 9. calgary coming soon 10. messier coming soon 11. think later coming soon 12. guilty conscience coming soon 13. want that too coming soon 14. plastic palm trees coming soon

[atsadi-shenanigans]

FSBE 23 - Judge, Jury, and...

You make a choice.

On AO3.

Holy shit. Holy god. What the fucking shit holy fuck jesus christ. That motherfucker’s guts hang out like gory silly string. Pawpaw looms over Curly, bored ass face except for the way his eyes now burn.

To her credit, or maybe not, Curly hesitates only a second. Then snatches up that axspear and buries it in his neck like she’s chopping firewood. More blood—weirdly dark and thick and Astarion flinches away—spurts out. Pawpaw’s head comes off. Flops over his shoulder, hanging by a strand of inside-out skin.

Gale makes a sound. Astarion’s lips part to show a hint of fangs, his pupils pinpricks.

But Pawpaw don’t. Even. Stagger. Takes the hit like a champ, if that champ was an unkillable Ohioan geriatric with his head cut the fuck off.

He raises his left hand. Tugs the axspear free. Tosses it to the side this time. And then lifts his head with his other hand and sets it wetly back into place.

The goblins ain’t the only ones to take a step back. Your guts go swimming like a bad morning after a Taco Bell run as Pawpaw’s neck stitches back together. A reverse John Carpenter sequence. Then he straightens. Breathes in deep through his nose.

Lifts his hands up in a double fist—

“Fuck!” you yelp.

—slams down through the top of Curly’s head. Her skull shatters. Bits of bone and brains and hair go flying. You hop back so it don’t hit your boots.

Curly crumples, dead before her knees give out. The two remaining goblins cringe as low as they can get while Pawpaw looks over at them, eyes dark and cold once again.

“Dispose of the others as you see fit,” he says in the same tone one orders an extra side of hashbrowns. Then he pauses. And that gaze finds you again. “Better yet, put that True Soul to use. You have more important matters to attend to.”

“Of course, my lord,” Swell says. Bows her head. “Thank you.”

Pawpaw marches off. Got cut in half. Decapitated. Treated all of it like it wasn’t more’n a messier-than-usual mosquito bite.

A goblin lies crumpled face down, the top of her head gone. There’s a piece of her scalp about two inches from your right foot.

You have to swallow a couple times.

“You heard the general,” Swell says. Like she’s seen spattered brains before. Like she already knows it looks like gray jelly, slick and pink with blood, and the reek of bowels releasing. “The goblins are yours. Deal with them however you wish.”

That air of violence wraps around her again, with Pawpaw fucked off. She’s got to be his right hand. Or left one. Nodding along in his presence, lording over others the rest of the time.

She cocks her head. Studies the shaking goblins and her gaze turns thoughtful. Cruel. “Here in the seat of the Absolute’s power, your authority over them is complete. They will obey any command.”

The air thickens. You sense nauseating pain, the idea of hands plucking up knives and plunging them into their own flesh. Peeling skin away from bellies as loops of intestines spill—

Lungs commanded to close. The burn for air, hands clawing at necks as vision pounds but their bodies will no longer obey their own will. Not their will, but yours. Hers. Her will, praise the Absolute.

Astarion makes an appreciative little hum.

You stop yourself in time from snapping at him. Asking what the fuck he thinks he’s doing. Them fish people fucking dissected him, but here he is, brainworm pulsing with twisted curiosity over inflicting worse on others?

That thought gets away from you. Not to the others, but to him. He jerks upright. A flash of…fear? Annoyance. And then nothing from him. He cuts you off.

“Report to me upstairs once you’re done,” Swell says. Gives the goblins what in other circumstances could be considered a lecherous grin.

Leaves y’all. And the two goblins.

“Please,” Short Shit says. His nose runs, upper lip slick with snot. “Please, you gotta help me. For old time’s sake!”

You want to ask him what “old times” is. Stopping him from torturing that gnome? Poisoning half his camp? Blowing up the other half? How in the hell did he get out, anyway?

“We been nothing but loyal!” he says. He’s maybe two foot tall. Hunches in over himself, making himself even smaller. Peers up at you.

He stinks of desperation. Fear.

That’s probably just Curly’s body voiding itself.

“Let’s just get this over with,” Shadowheart says with a sigh. Like one does before cleaning the cat box. Doing the dishes. Taking out the trash. An annoying chore. Kind of a gross one, but nothing out of the ordinary. Not like she’s talking about murdering two, helpless people. Or goblins.

“Come on, darling,” Astarion says. “You can even order them to do it. Nice and quick.”

To kill themselves. To cut their own throats or open a vein. To knife each other. Shit, you could probably command their hearts to just stop. They’d pass out in seconds. Barely feel much pain.

It’s what this place expects. Such casual murder. Gore everywhere and no one even bats an eye. Not even Gale.

What the fuck is wrong with everyone?

“Please,” Short Shit says and his voice is strung out with desperation, so much fear. It rips the air outta your lungs.

You can’t. You, who blew up their hideout, who lured cultists to their death-by-owlbear, who stabbed a hobbit to mincemeat. You can’t just execute these two. Even though they’re assholes who terrorize other people. It’s too…cold-blooded. And you’re aware of that irony.

But.

Morality is a process. A system. It shifts and changes as time passes and people change. Ain’t no clear line. Not really, despite what the farmstead stuffed your head with (even then, there was contradictions, you just wasn’t supposed to notice them or say nothing). There’s always an exception. Always a gray area. Always somebody who has to work out where that line falls.

You’ll draw a line here. With those two. You ain’t gonna kill somebody pleading for their life, groveling on the floor. Not even them.

“Guards,” you say. “Release them.”

A beat of silence. You can feel the incredulity of the others filtering in through the brainworms.

The goblins all but collapse. Climb to their feet, beaming at you like you’re the sun after a storm.

“Praise the Absolute!” Short Shit says. “And praise you, True Soul!”

“Mercy?” Astarion says, face twisted into a sneer. “You showed goblins mercy?”

“I show a lotta people mercy, in case you missed that,” you say point blank to his face. You’re pretty sure the real meaning hits him. He said himself most people would’a killed him when he tried to bite you.

His sneer dims a little. Still stays, though. “Ugh. The half-orc won’t like this.”

But the guards don’t come forward to meet y’all. Nobody shouts “seize them” or “fraud” or anything. The goblins all but trip over their own feet bailing out. Gale watches them go, a worried frown on his face.

Faerun fucking sucks. Everybody is an asshole.

Except Wyll. And probably Karlach, when she ain’t gushing over popping off heads. You kinda wish they was here, instead of the two edgelords and Gale. Who, honestly, sided with you when you suggested feeding cultists to an owlbear.

Jesus fuck, what are you becoming?

Swell went up the stone stairs to the right. Y’all start up after her, giving a wide berth to the crime scene Pawpaw left of Curly. Except Astarion, who squelches right through the pool of blood very deliberately. And very deliberately not looking at you.

“I hope you know what you’re doing,” Shadowheart says. She ain’t frowning or glowering at you, at least. Just looks solemn. “Your soft heart may spell disaster for us all.”

[jameswebb-discoveries]

The James Webb Space Telescope has just unveiled mind-blowing details of Messier 106

The James Webb Space Telescope has just unveiled mind-blowing details of Messier 106, one of our cosmic neighbors! 🌌 Located 23 million light-years away, this spiral galaxy is revealing secrets like never before.

🔭 What’s New?

A supermassive black hole at its heart, actively devouring gas & dust.

Mesmerizing "anomalous" arms made of hot gas, visible in X-rays & radio waves.

Vivid colors showing the galaxy’s intricate gas and dust distributions.

Dive into the mystery of Messier 106 and explore the unseen depths of our universe! Learn more - https://www.jameswebbdiscovery.com/discoveries/james-webb-telescope-unveils-hidden-details-of-neighboring-galaxy-m-106 #JamesWebb #NASA #Messier106 #SpaceExploration #Astronomy

[klimkovsky]

The Crab Nebula

The Crab Nebula, cataloged as M1 and NGC 1952, is one of the most studied and well-known supernova remnants in the sky, located in the constellation Taurus. Here are some key points about it:

Origin: The Crab Nebula is the result of a supernova explosion observed in 1054 AD by Chinese, Japanese, and Arabic astronomers, who noted it as a "guest star" visible even in daylight for about 23 days. This event was one of the first recorded supernovas, making the Crab Nebula the first astronomical object identified as corresponding to a historically observed supernova explosion.

Structure and Composition:

It's an expanding cloud of gas and dust, approximately 11 light-years in diameter, located about 6,500 light-years from Earth. The nebula is expanding at a rate of about 1,500 kilometers per second.

The nebula includes intricate filaments that are mostly hydrogen, but it also contains elements like oxygen, sulfur, and iron, which were expelled during the supernova explosion.

Pulsar: At the heart of the Crab Nebula is the Crab Pulsar (PSR B0531+21), a neutron star that is the collapsed core of the original star. This pulsar rotates about 30 times per second, emitting beams of radiation that sweep across space like a lighthouse. This rapid rotation and strong magnetic field create a pulsar wind nebula, where charged particles are accelerated, producing synchrotron radiation visible in X-rays, gamma rays, and other wavelengths.

Scientific Significance:

The Crab Nebula has been crucial for understanding supernova remnants and pulsar behavior. Observations across different wavelengths (from radio to gamma rays) have provided insights into the physics of these phenomena.

It has been used for calibration in X-ray and gamma-ray astronomy due to its consistent brightness, though it's noted that its status as a calibration source has diminished over time.

Observations:

The nebula was first identified as a nebulous object by John Bevis in 1731 and later by Charles Messier in 1758, who cataloged it as M1 to avoid confusing it with comets. Its name derives from an 1844 drawing by William Parsons, 3rd Earl of Rosse, which somewhat resembled a crab.

Various telescopes have observed the Crab Nebula, including the Hubble Space Telescope, Chandra X-ray Observatory, Spitzer Space Telescope, and more recently, the James Webb Space Telescope, each adding layers of detail about its composition and dynamics.

Cultural Impact: Beyond its scientific value, the Crab Nebula has cultural significance, with its bright supernova having been potentially observed by many ancient cultures, including possibly Native American groups.

This nebula continues to be a subject of study due to its complex structure, energy emissions, and the history of its formation, contributing significantly to our understanding of stellar evolution, supernova dynamics, and the physics of neutron stars.

Grok AI

It should be added to the description made by Artificial Intelligence that despite the thorough study of the object, the distance to the Crab Nebula is still known with a very large margin of error — up to 25%. In more rigorous scientific articles, it is indicated as 6500 ± 1600 light years. Consequently, the linear size of the nebula is known to us with approximately the same relative spread of values.

At the end of the publication is a short video created based on a photograph of the Crab Nebula obtained using the JWST (James Webb Space Telescope):

[conjugate-wumbo]

throwing these carcar wips out into the ether to make sure I actually finish some of them:

loud places

oscar is a pure empath - he can feel what others are feeling around him, acutely if they touch him. it's all very overwhelming all the time, so as a form of exposure therapy, he spends every friday night at a nightclub. the rest of the week feels tolerable after a night of overstimulation. one such night he hooks up with a handsome stranger who doesn't callously discard him at the end of the night like the others. handsome stranger takes care of him, gives him a snack, and pays for his uber back home, all the while radiating genuine caring energy. said stranger also shows up at oscar's workplace on monday morning. "meet your new manager, carlos." shenanigans ensue.

the 24-year-old brain cannot comprehend this

after a year of crushing hard on carlos, oscar and carlos are finally in the beginnings of dating - the really-getting-to-know-each-other phase. unfortunately oscar is still 23-24 and has smashed peas in place of a fully developed prefrontal cortex, making him immature, insecure, and toxic. carlos realizes oscar is not ready for this yet and breaks things off, leaving oscar in an even messier state. oscar has to learn to grow up a bit before they can get their happy ending. aka join me on an autobiographical tour of my worst aura moments!

across the stars

star wars prequel era au. carlos is a newly promoted jedi knight, and oscar is his former master's (fernando) new padawan. (in my headcanon, force-sensitive kids do the youngling group training until like middle school age, and then they become padawans - obviously i'm trying to mirror the grid kid oscar vs debut gp carlos dynamic.) kind of a slice of life coming of age together + plus secret romance in the shadows. tempted to make this a tragedy à la order 66 ending.

hex

major age difference but not in the way you think. oscar is a 90-year-old vampire. carlos works the night security shift at a museum to supplement his meager stipend as an art history grad student. carlos falls first, but oscar falls harder. cue existential crises about life and immortality and can you tell i was watching interview with the vampire when this idea struck me.

enterprise risk management

workplace au. oscar is a meticulous, per the policy, by the book, senior accountant at a major nonprofit. carlos is the big personality applications manager in IT. they have to work together on the implementation of a new accounting software, and carlos's seemingly lax attitude just drives oscar up the wall. oscar is glad when the impementation is over. until he inexplicably misses carlos. so oscar starts trying to invent issues with the software as an excuse to get carlos to come over to his desk. ("stop inventing.")

cerulean himbo sunshine

coffee shop / tattoo parlour au. light and fluffy (hopefully). carlos runs a hip local coffee shop down the street from the tattoo collective oscar just joined. carlos is super annoying, always singing along to his stupid playlist, and worse he's already friends with everyone at the tattoo collective so oscar is alone in his annoyance. but carlos has is fair share of annoyances about oscar too - for instance, why does he never order an actual coffee? classic reluctant acquaintances to lovers. picturing carlos as the titular himbo.

outdoor school

oscar and carlos are grad students who have to spend the summer as camp counselors as part of their outreach project. and they're forced to share a tiny cabin. honestly this writes itself, i have mo excuse not to finish it. i guess i just love writing them as grad students.

plus a few more that are just barely ideas that i'm too tired to include here.