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Character: Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader | Prison Era

Summary: After somehow convincing Daryl to let you go on a hunt with him, you stop to admire a pretty flower. Little did you know, the pollen would have an… interesting effect on you.

Warnings: smut, swearing, sexual details, sex pollen??, insecurity on daryl’s part, a little fluffy, a little angsty, apparently no threat of walkers bc they get it on in the woods.

Word Count: 2,500 ish

18+

Convincing Daryl to let you tag along on a hunt was a task in itself. He was the closest thing you had to a best friend these days, so he knew how antsy you got when being behind the prison gates for too long. He felt the same way. That didn’t mean he was going to let you go out into possible danger any easier though. You practically had to drop to your knees and beg him to let you join, swearing you’d bring extra luck for him to catch a deer. Muttering something like “ain’t need no luck” under his breath, he eventually agreed to let you join. You pretended not to see his cheeks redden when you wrapped your arms around his neck in an excited hug.

That was about two hours ago. Now, you were following him through the forest as he tracked some animal. You were doing your best to keep quiet, given the fact that he had scolded you just about five minutes ago for walking too carelessly (whatever that means). You started to grow bored. Sure it was nice being away from the prison, but you figured your best friend would entertain you in at least some conversation. You should’ve known better, this was Daryl Dixon.

You were about to suggest playing a silly game of truth or truth when you saw something pink out of the corner of your eye. You paused and walked over, observing a beautiful flower that looked like it belonged to a storybook. Your internal battle of deciding whether or not to pick it was fast as you assumed a walker would just trample it anyway. So you picked it.

Daryl knew right away that you weren’t following him anymore, so he paused for a drink of water while he watched you get distracted by a flower. He rolled his eyes, but couldn’t fight the smile as he noticed you pick it and immediately bring it to your nose to inhale the scent. As you pulled it away from your face, he saw it left pink specks of pollen on your nose.

“Ya got a lil somethin’ on yer nose.”

Instead of a reply, he was met with a series of four loud sneezes.

“Jeez woman, gonna draw all the walkers in.”

You giggled, wiped your nose, and finally replied with a small, “sorry.”

“If yer done pickin’ flowers, let’s get back to trackin’ this deer,” he said as he grabbed his bag from where he placed it on the forest floor.

You gasped, “You didn’t tell me we were tracking a deer! I told you I would bring good luck.”

He rolled his eyes at you for the second time that day and muttered “stop.”

It started as an ache in between your legs. It wasn’t particularly unpleasant, but it was surprising how strong it was.

You weren’t unfamiliar with the feeling of arousal. You were a girl who knew her own body. At least before the end of the world. There wasn’t enough time, safety, or privacy to bring yourself pleasure. Not to mention the lack of people throwing themselves at you.

Still, it was unfamiliar for you to feel so much arousal on a hunt with Daryl.

Daryl.

You found your gaze wandering to the archer taking sure steps in front of you. His shoulders seemed to be broader than normal… no, he was always this large. Your eyes went lower as you found yourself thinking about what else had to be large, accidentally letting out a whimper.

Daryl didn’t stop walking, just tossed a “ya okay?” over his shoulder.

You shook your head, as if it would cleanse your brain of the impure thoughts you had for your best friend, and answered.

“Yeah, sorry, just tripped over my feet. You know me, super clumsy haha.” Stop talking!

He just grunted in response. Phew.

You wondered if he would grunt like that while he was deep inside of you…

This time you actually did trip, bumping into the firm man in front of you. He whipped around and grabbed you by your shoulders.

“Tha’ hell? What’s gotten into ya?”

Not you, sadly.

He looked at you more deeply and noticed your face was flushed pink like the flower you still held in your hand, and your chest was rising and falling with heavy breaths.

“Are ya okay? Ya bit?” He asked with a worried look as his eyes ran down your frame.

It wouldn’t make sense for you to have gotten bit, he was with you the entire time. No, it was something else.

You looked up at him with a glazed look in your eyes and got out the words “so hot.” You weren’t sure if you were talking about your body temperature or him at this point. His big hands on your shoulders felt as if they were burning holes through your skin. The ache between your legs had turned into a stabbing pain, and your lower stomach felt a different kind of hunger. Lust.

Daryl was beyond worried when he saw you drop your flower to clutch at your stomach. His eyes looked to the flower and recognition finally crossed his brain. Oh no.

He scooped you up bridal style, and you all but moaned. Now that he knew what was happening, a blush reached his face. He carried you to a nearby willow tree next to a lake and sat you down under the shade. You whined when he let go, so he made sure to at least grab your hands with his.

“Sunshine? I need ya to listen to me.”

You met his eyes and nodded, but still had a glazed over expression.

He sighed, knowing this was the best it would get. “I think tha’ flower ya smelled was one of those aphrodisiacs. A really strong one too. I remember reading about it in that unique plants of Georgia book ya found for me.”

Your eyes widened and you let out another whine. “It hurts so bad. I- I need. Ugh.”

“Ya need to just wait it out. Could be a couple of hours.”

“No Daryl I can’t. I need you to fix it. Please fix it.”

He wasn’t sure what you were asking for, but he knew he’d give you anything if you asked him with those big, round eyes.

“Honey, I’m not sure what yer askin’.

“Need you to fuck me.”

That stopped his breath where it was in his chest. His eyes widened as he looked anywhere but your desperate face. He knew you weren’t in your right mind. You didn’t actually want him, you just wanted to act on the arousal you felt. He wasn’t sure he could handle your touch if it wasn’t genuine.

He was drawn out of his thoughts as he saw you strip your shirt off out of the corner of his eye. Somehow, his face grew even more red.

“Nah, you don’t wanna do this. You don’t want me.”

“Daryl please, I only want you. I’ve only wanted you for so long. Since the farm. Not just your body, but your soul and mind and thoughts and oh my god please I just need you to fuck me. Make it go away please.” You cried.

His heart stopped at your confession. Was this true or was it just the drug from the flower talking?

He brought his hands up to your cheeks and looked into your eyes as you nuzzled into his warm palms.

“Need ya to look at me.” He waited until your eyes met his. “Need ya to tell me that you really want this, want me. And that ya wont regret it.”

You brought your hands to his on your face. “I promise. I want you. I want you so bad. Only you.”

With that, he roughly pushed his lips to yours in a heated kiss. You could’ve melted then and there. Especially when you moved your hand to wrap around the back of his hair and heard the sound he let out. A kind of grunt that you had only heard in your dreams until then.

“Imma take care of ya. Don’t worry baby.” He panted.

Clothes were off in an instant, but Daryl’s shirt stayed on. You knew about the scars and had seen them a few times, but you didn’t want to push him. Plus, you weren’t in the state to reassure him much anyway.

He currently had you on your back on the soft moss next to the willow tree, his mouth sucking your clit and fingers deep in your pussy. He said he needed to warm you up, even after you tried to convince him you were warmed up enough. You had a feeling it was more for him to prepare himself anyway.

It was heavenly, his eyes closed and arms wrapped around your thighs. His tongue never stopping at lapping up your wetness. His fingers gently but firmly hooking into you at a steady pace. It was perfect.

But it wasn’t enough.

“Daryl, please, I need more. I need you, please.” You gasped out.

He released your clit with a wet pop and pulled his fingers out of you, licking them clean of your juices. Your eyes could’ve rolled back in your head at the sight.

“Alright,” he rasped out, “quit yer whinin’ girl.”

You grinned up at him as he pumped his cock in his hands. You knew he was big.

He must’ve seen you drooling over his dick because he smirked and gently caressed your cheek before popping his thumb into your mouth for you to suck.

You weren’t sure where this newfound confidence came from, but god you loved it.

He took his thumb out and shushed you as you whined in protest.

“Ya ready for me baby?”

You could’ve nodded until your head fell off. His “warming you up” took the edge off, but the ache was back in full force, begging for you to just jump on him.

“Please Daryl. Need you so bad.”

“Alright, alright. Tell me if anythin’ hurts. I’ll try and be gentle baby.”

Your heart swooned but your lust clouded brain wanted you to yell at him to not be gentle. Instead, you settled on nodding at him.

Daryl placed his tip at your entrance and looked into your eyes as he pushed inside. Any amount of hesitance he felt dissipated as soon as he felt your wet, warm walls squeezing him.

The stretch you felt was the relief you needed. You felt your thoughts clear, as well as your clouded eyes.

Daryl noticed the change immediately and kissed your nose, then your forehead.

“Ya okay? Want me to stop?” He asked with a hint of embarrassment. Now that he solved your “problem” he was worried that you’d suddenly find him less appealing and grow disgusted with him. He tried to push the thoughts away, but his brain has always been programmed to doubt himself. He felt your arms snake up his back and hold on tight to him as your legs wrapped around him to keep him inside of you.

“Don’t you dare stop.” You breathed out, still accommodating to the stretch you felt between your legs. “I still want you. Still need you.”

Even though the effects of the pollen were sated as soon as he entered you, that didn’t stop you from being turned on by the archer. You always knew you wanted something more with him, and now you were finally getting it. So you bucked your hips up further on his length with a moan.

He closed his eyes tight to prevent himself from thrusting the rest of the way into you. He knew he was big, and now that you were thinking more clearly, he knew that he had to be more gentle. When he opened his eyes, he saw you looking at him with wide eyes and your teeth tugging on your lower lip. God, you were beautiful.

He brought your hands above your head and locked your fingers with his. Then he slowly and finally filled you up the rest of the way. You both gasped and squeezed each other’s hands.

You let out a whine when he pulled out again, but sighed as he thrusted back in.

“Harder, you won’t break me.” You pleaded with him.

“I gotcha.” His next thrust was hard enough for you to release his hands and clutch onto his back. He leaned on one of his arms above you and brought the other to press into your lower stomach. “You feel me right here, baby? So deep huh?”

“Oh my god!” You moaned out for him. “Daryl… feels so good.”

He just thrusted faster and harder in response, desperate to make you feel good like you deserve.

He felt you tighten around him and he read your body signs with ease, as if you two had done this a million times before. He brought the hand was pressing on your lower stomach down to find and circle your puffy clit, getting a reaction immediately. You gasped and scratched your nails down his covered back as you somehow got out the word, “gonna-“

“I know, let go for me baby, c’mon.” He felt himself getting closer, wishing so bad that he could stay inside your cunt and finish there, but he knew the risks.

You tugged his body into yours as you finished around him, squeezing him in more ways than one.

Daryl let you ride out your pleasure before pulling out of the sweet cunt that kept sucking him in. It only took two pumps for him to release all over your inner thighs with a raspy grunt. He sat back on his knees and watched as his cum trickled down the puffy wetness between your legs and fell into the moss below him. He wished he has a camera in a moment like this, but he decided to settle on a mental snapshot for later.

He grabbed his handkerchief from his pants on the forest floor and wiped his cum from your thighs. You smiled up at him even though he wouldn’t meet your eyes. You grabbed his hand when he finished and brought it up to your lips to kiss his knuckles.

You could’ve laughed at the blush that crossed his features. This man just said the dirtiest things to you without shame, but got so shy over a small kiss to his hand.

When Daryl finally met your eyes, a look of relief showed on his face as he saw the smile that graced your lips. He suddenly collapsed onto his back next to you and brought your face to his in the sweetest kiss ever experienced between you two.

“This wasn’t a one time thing, right?” You asked, furrowing a brow at him.

He pecked your pouted lips again. “Nah, now that I have ya, I ain’t lettin’ ya go.”

As you and Daryl enjoyed the blissful silence together, tracing fingers along each other’s frames, you both jumped when you heard sticks cracking a couple of feet away.

You both relaxed when you saw that it was the deer that brought you both out here in the first place. You started giggling uncontrollably, scaring the deer away.

Daryl scoffed. “Last time I take ya on a hunt with me, woman.”

You just continued giggling into his chest with the smile that he adored.

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fixyourwritinghabits · 7 months

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I am trying to write a story where a dog is a prominent part of the main character’s life (a guide dog). I am struggling to write the relationship between the character and his dog, as well as how to write about a dog in general. Do you have any suggestions?

Phew, okay, you've asked a very cat person about dogs, so there's not much I can offer you, but I'll give it a shot.

Breed matters. Different dog breeds were bred for specific jobs, and no matter how little their current lives have to do with that job, the traits remain. Herding breeds will try to herd everything from cats to small children. Small hunting dogs were bred to dig prey out from holes and will continue to dig when they can. Small, yappy dogs were often guard dogs, which is why every little thing will set them off. Even mixed dogs will retain such behaviors, so your first step is to figure out what kind of dog you want. Guide dogs are often labradors, retrievers, and german shepherds, but those aren't your only options, and you can always mix things up by going for an unconventional breed.

Personality matters. Dogs may display traits based on their breed, and you'll find a lot of generalizing about how each breed behaves, but most pet owners will tell you dogs have their own unique personalities. Your dog character is going to have their own quirks, from favorite food to toys to how they play, react to new people, and signal that they want something. Think about how the dog not only interacts with the main character, but also their environment and the people around them.

Training matters. Guide dogs go through very specific and careful training depending on what job they're being tasked with. Not all dogs, no matter the breed, are suited to be guide dogs, and the training process is structured to ensure if they're entrusting the dog with a person's safety, they can do the job. Researching what kind of training your dog would go through and what reward system they rely on will be important.

How your character interacts with the dog is also something worth exploring. If you don't have any experiences with owning a dog yourself, reach out to people who do. See if you can volunteer at a shelter and pick the brains of the people there. You can find a dog park to do some dog-watching (like bird-watching!), or you can see if you can tag along with a friend when they take their dog for a walk.

The best way to figure out how dog/human relationships work is to spend some time around dogs and their humans. If your opportunities are limited, you can also reach out to collect stories from people. How would they describe their dog? What kind of interactions do they have? What weird things do they do?

When you have a decent amount of material, give yourself permission to write the story even if you don't think you'll get it right. You can always seek feedback and fix things in the future.

#characters #dogs #writing advice #like man i guess i own the world's most princess baby cat #you have to talk to dog people

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lone-wolf-nergiganos · 1 year

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idk if my request ever sent bc my wifi is absolute garbage but i was wondering if you could do a tighnari x male reader where the reader tags along with tighnari to help him with his duties but ends up slipping/tripping on something and get hurt so tighnari bandages him up but is more protective?

ITS A LOT IK AND IM SORRY AAAAAA

-romantic, oneshot, im he/him-

Sure Anon, your request is approved 💙😁

Tighnari X Injured! Male Reader

You and Tighnari were tasked with duties, fortunately they aren't that hard for you guys to finish. "Be careful Y/N, I don't want to see you get hurt," your boyfriend, Tighnari said.

"Aww, don't worry babe, I won't. We are almost done anyway," you said happily. You began walking before suddenly tripping on something, Tighnari quickly ran up to you. "Baby, are you okay?" Tighnari asked in a panicked tone, "yes, I'm okay," you replied before you noticed a small but deep cut on your arm. This caused your arm to bleed profusely.

Without wasting another second, Tighnari quickly went to get some bandages for the wound to stop bleeding, he came back before quickly putting the bandages on your arm. "Phew, it stopped bleeding," Tighnari said relieved. "Haha, it wasn't a big deal Tighnari," you said.

"Not a big deal? Babe that wound is very deep, sure it small, but still," Tighnari replied before crossing his arms. "You need to be more careful," he added. "Aww, you don't want to see me get hurt?" You asked, "of course not," you're my boyfriend after all," Tighnari replied.

"Aww, I don't want to see you get hurt either babe," you replied before playing with his ears gently. After a few minutes of playing with his ears, you guys went back to finishing your duties before calling it a day and going back home.

#genshin impact x male reader #genshin x male reader #tighnari x male reader #genshin impact tighnari #tighnari #x male reader #male reader insert #male reader #genshin impact fluff

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medea10 · 3 months

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Medea Played Pokemon Scarlet & Violet, The DLC's (Part II)

Okay, let's check out Blueberry Academy.

If you'll indulge me for a second...

BLUE HIS HOUSE

WITH A BLUE LITTLE WINDOW

AND A BLUE CORVETTE

AND EVERYTHING IS BLUE FOR HIM

I apologize for nothing. Moving away from the random musical interlude. This academy is a floating terarium in the Unova region.

And here's our first nod to the Black & White games. The girl with the pink hair is Lacey.

She came from this guy's penis.

Oh, there are more surprises this DLC has.

This rich-ass school has four places in this dome, the canyon, the coast, the savanna, and the polar. Many, many, many pokemon not in the original game are there. Yes, all the starters. There is however, a hefty price tag for that.

Aside from the vending machines at the rest areas, you are to pay with BP's (Blueberry Points). And you get that by doing Blueberry Picnics (BBQs). Unfortunately, the tasks are only worth like 100 or something cheap like that. And if you want ALL the starters, you have to have a grand total of 12,000 points. And so much more points if you want to decorate your club room, put music in it, print items, challenge the elite four, buy special items at the school cafeteria, get new features for selfies, learn new throwing styles, invite coaches like Larry, and catch legendaries.

Phew, that is a lot. My recommendation, host and/or join BBQs. If you're like me and are prone to playing solo, there are some Discord groups that offer a lot of opportunities. The group quests are something you'll need to get more legendaries. Moving on.

You will eventually meet up with Carmine. Her brother however...

Kieran becomes an angsty teenager who should just go back to his dorm room, put on some My Chemical Romance, and cry into his knock-off Ogerpon teal mask.

More importantly, Kieran is the champ of the school. Higher than the elite four. You know where this is going. You have to challenge the elite four and then Kieran.

That's when you're introduced to Drayton. And it better be obvious to you by looking at this kid. He's a slacker. He was the ex-champ. He's definitely a dragon-type trainer. But more importantly, he is the grandson to Unova gym leader Drayden.

And as you can tell, Carmine hates this guy's guts. Drayton will sucker you into challenging the elite four. There is pushback as you are merely an exchange student. But you do get the support of two members and Kieran just wants to defeat you. Yeah, we'll see how that turns out for you.

Okay, let's take on the E4. Please note that every single battle you do here are double battles. And give this game some credit, these are not easy battles. Not even the random trainers are.

Let's battle Amarys first. Just like the gyms in Paldea, you have to do certain tasks first before the battle. Amarys has you and Koraidon jump through hoops. Kinda like a Mario Party game.

I have my own theories about this girl as I think she's the product of Lenora and her white husband Hawes. But apparently, she's from Castelia City and Lenora is from a different town. So, that theory ends with me. Also, she's a steel-type trainer.

Next, let's battle Crispin.

He's a fire-type trainer. His first task is to make him a spicy sandwich. I have no theories of where this kid came from. The second I saw Crispin and his cooking attire and his pan...

And all I can think of is Kuga from Food Wars. They're both spicy boys who cook. And they're both in an elite group where they both are on the verge of getting kicked out.

Drayton's trial can be tricky if you're walking into this blindfolded. You have to face three trainers only using pokemon you caught in the Terarium. Raids in the terarium do not count. Traded pokemon technically caught in the terarium do not count. Once done, you can battle the dragon boy.

And as for Lacey...

Urp.

I'm resisting the urge to not bring up learning about Venonat's radar eyes from Tracey Sketchit in the second season. Oh wait, I still said it. You should know me by now.

Lacey's trial is a quiz with 5 questions. It's actually the easiest trial. As long as you know where she sleeps on Granbull and which is the true Sinistea.

Kid, I'm about ready to put you through a wall. Sigh. Let me just waste this wannabe punk.

You are going to battle Kieran. Much of the school and the E4 come out to watch you. And if you want to watch this boy suffer, put Ogerpon in your team.

So you defeat him.

Kieran pretty much has a mental breakdown and is beyond repair at this moment.

SELFIE TIME!!!

As much as I'd love to relish in this kid's agony, we have to move the story along. Because immediately after, Ms. Briar asks for you, Kieran, Carmine, and Drayton for help.

So all of us (minus Drayton because he's a lazy-fuck) are going to Area Zero. Briar was finally able to get permission from Geeta and Rika (who are there now). It's been a while since I saw Rika.

GAH! What did I do?!

Oh. I forgot about The Way Home arc already. When it's been a full year since playing, you tend to forget why you're being yelled at.

Geeta gives you the Indigo Disk (hence the name of this DLC). Has no idea what it is or why it is. But thinks you might have some use for it.

The Indigo Disk actually sends you to a lower level of Area Zero since it seems Professor Crazy Bitch's lab is locked down due to inactivity.

In the depths of Area Zero, you'll come across these special tera pokemon. They are stella-tera. And in the depthiest of depths, we will come across Terapagos.

Kieran decides he's going to use this opportunity to surpass you.

LADY, CONTROL YOUR STUDENT!

What am I, a judge in a Donald Trump trial?

More swipes at Trump. I thought I told you that we won't stop! I thought I told you that we won't stop!

Terapagos eventually emerges. But then...

This little shit catches it with a Master Ball. I'm impressed.

Kieran battles you with Terapagos. It fails. Then, Briar tells him to terastylize Terapagos.

Think of this as a Tera-raid from Hell. It puts up three barriers. Constantly takes away your ability to terastylize. And every now and then, it changes what type it is. All the while, Briar is having her wet-dream of seeing Terapagos in full form and Kieran is...

Yeah, this whole thing is a cluster-fuck. Time for you to end this nightmare and catch this fucker.

But wait, didn't Kieran catch it with a master ba...?

We good now? Okay. Let's take this behemoth down.

After finishing off Terapagos, you can then catch it, and 100% rate for this one. It better be after all the shit you go through.

Lady, Ms. Frizzle has more control than you do.

Well, that's the end of the main story to Indigo Disc. The pokemon is caught, the day is saved, we think Kieran is going back to normal, and the end credits play with a remix to Ed Sheeran's Celestial.

Okay, I think this is a perfect place to end my shit-post.

To be continued.

#pokemon #pokemon scarlet and violet #kieran #carmine #ms. briar #terapagos #amarys #drayton #lacey #clay #unova #crispin

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stardustbee · 2 years

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22 with Maul!

Hello! Thank you for sending your request!

Warnings: p in v, breast licking, biting

Note: phew I was done with something smutty for this but I couldn't resist to write the other thing I had in my mind for this, so i wrote TWO little things for your request! The second part is the smutty part AND the first smut thing I feel comfortable in posting here. So...have fun?

Ship challenge promt list

22. "Your kisses are all I need right now" Crime Lord!Maul x fem!reader

It was a busy morning. How are you supposed to run an organization like that? His subordinates stood whimpering before him while he, Maul, sat menacingly on some kind of throne. He couldn't hear it anymore. The excuses they gave him as to why this and that task hadn't been accomplished. Maul didn't say anything and just waved them away and relief spread through the room.

Normally their corpses would be littering the floor by now, but Maul wasn't in the mood today. The doors swung open, the men left the room and in the same instant you step inside. Your hands put on your sides. You've decided to wear a nice, simple, black dress. You look at him. One arm rested on the throne, his head was tilted and with the other hand he was massaging his forehead.

"Darling..." you begin as you walk around to him. "...tell me what can I do for my love?" You stood in front of him and caressed his back, he buried his face in your chest. Maul didn't hesitate very long, pulled you onto his lap and kissed you. "Your kisses are all I need right now." he started saying between kisses. You didn't think improving his mood was so easy.

Here comes the SMUT!

22. "Your kisses are all I need right now" Maul x fem!reader

The air was heavy and hot, and when Maul was done with you, he dropped onto your exhausted body. Your body was wet with sweat, your legs spread wide, his cock still in your pussy. He grumbled and your breathing was labored, your hands couldn't leave his body alone. For Maul, that was just the beginning.

"Maul..." you murmur weakly from your lips. "My love..." he replies. You could still feel him so deep inside you and your orgasms exceed. You wanted more. He wants to break you, catch you and then break you again. He started gnawing at your collarbone and licking over the bites to your breasts. Maul started working your sensitive nipples with his tongue.

Your moans grew weaker, but your lust rose to new peaks. As he noticed you moving your hips to stimulate him again, he started moving his cock into your wet pussy. Then his lips found yours and he started kissing you passionately. You broke the kiss and looked deep into his eyes and wanted to say something, he immediately cut you off because he knew what you wanted. "Your kisses are all I need right now." he said, blurting out the words simply passion.

With a deft move, he wasn't even expecting, you roll him onto his back onto the mattress. A happy and lustful smile crosses your lips as you fill your emptiness with his cock again. You both moan and you let your upper body fall forward, always thinking that your kisses are all he needs.

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floating-in-waves · 2 years

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I was tagged by the beautiful soul @i-sat-bythe0cean to list 5 songs by 3 favorite bands. Not an easy task at all. Thank you for thinking of me😊

Led Zeppelin

1. Tangerine

2. 10 Years Gone

3. Thank You

4. Carouselambra

5. Achilles Last Stand

QOTSA

1. I Sat By the Ocean 🥰

2. Into the Fade

3. Little Sister

4. Lost Art of Keeping a Secret

5. If Only

Deftones

1. Passenger

2. Mein

3. Wax and Wane

4. Drive (cover of The Cars)

5. Sex Tape

Phew I did it and could of added so many other bands lol. Whatchu got @beatasticband @bobgalloway55 @justhiitit and anyone else who would like to share some music. Time to get off my ass and do the things. Have a good Sunday

#just music

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caramelcoffeeaddict · 4 months

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Klaine Secret Santa fic is officially written AND edited! *phew*

now I just have the daunting task of coming up with a (new) title, adding the title to the already made fic art, and then figuring out a summary and tags so I can post it to AO3.

#fanfic progress report #klaine secret santa #kiwi's writing

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mygeekcorner · 1 year

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this or that

tagged by @this-must-be-my-tardis sorry I’m so late ^^;

Spell or curse / abandoned mansion or haunted cemetery / vampire slayer or ghost hunter / phoenix or griffin / wrist bite or neck bite / herbs or potion / ghost or wraith / dragon scales or werewolf claws / druid or mage / elf or hobbit / divination or necromancy / wand magic or hand magic / centaur or unicorn / dark fairytale or disney-style fairytale / sword or bow and arrow / talking animal or walking tree / demon trap or crossroads pact / enchanted fairy forest or mermaid lagoon / castle or cottage / pirate or prince / immortal or normal lifespan / wizard or witcher

phew, some of these were really tricky! Though some were obvious, if I was tasked with vampire slyaing there would be a whole lot more vampire laying, so had to go with ghosts lol

I’m tagging @silversoulstardust @krippe90 @ablazenqueen @genderfluid-faerie-bf and anyone else who might enjoy picking sides <3

#tag you're it #this-must-be-my-tardis #silversoulstardust #krippe90 #ablazenqueen #genderfluid-faerie-bf

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letsdothisbruh · 1 year

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I posted 44 times in 2022

That's 44 more posts than 2021!

24 posts created (55%)

20 posts reblogged (45%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@cybersugarstuffs

@stuck-with-that-sum

@studyandstorms

@sizeleak

I tagged 22 of my posts in 2022

Only 50% of my posts had no tags

#letsdothisbruh - 21 posts

#motivation - 21 posts

#study - 21 posts

#studyspo - 21 posts

#studyinspo - 21 posts

#studyblr - 21 posts

#100 days of productivity - 20 posts

#we can do it - 19 posts

#stem major - 19 posts

#together - 18 posts

Longest Tag: 24 characters

#100 days of productivity

My Top Posts in 2022:

Day 1/100- Nov 14- Mon

Trying to flesh out my SOP from the edits I got from my folks… it’s been daunting since I’m unable to find a good framework narrative without it sounding cliched…

Planning to put together a ppt and meet my advisor today, let’s see how that pans out. I have been anxious about it and have been procrastinating it for a while now.

Hopefully I make it through today and am productive.

Just reading a paper right now to finesse my question of purpose.

Song of the day:

On repeat 🔂

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Day 10/100- Nov 23- Wed

Half the week is over and I feel lazy and useless… gosh damn it.

I didn’t feel like doing anything today but still made myself come to my lab for the microscopy time I booked since it’s super crowded and I can’t try to change timings or make it up later…

I’m hoping to go back home and just finish some of my tasks for my courses. Today. I have to work it.

My avengers travel mug is keeping me sane with caffeine for now….

Song of the day:

This song accurately describes how I’m not enough how much ever I keep trying to jump hoops for everyone’s expectations of me 😑

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Day 17/100- Dec 2- Fri

Why is time moving this fast?

I didn’t get much done in terms of studying today but got much lab work done, setup for the genetic crosses for the week and made sure I did all I can so I can stay home guilt free tomorrow and go in on Sunday instead.

Even took time to go see my prof today and phew, I can see a tonne of work brewing up for this weekend!

The trick I need to master here is to hit the bed right now and make sure I wake up at a normal morning time tomo, eat healthy and NOT be intimidated by the lots of tasks… just gotta… bunch it all up into smaller tasks and get going and finish it!!

Just trying to get the courage to work smart and hard in the next few days, but I will be fine. I have to!!

Song of the Day:

4 notes - Posted December 2, 2022

Day 12&13/100- Nov 26- Sat

Hmm I seemed to have forgotten to post yesterday..

Eh no one cares anyways.

See the full post

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My #1 post of 2022

Hey I found the #studychallengewithcleo by @that-premed-student and decided to go for it!

Today I’m continuing to work on my Thesis committee meeting presentation right now. Been at it since morning and I’m sure I crossed the 6 hour mark a while back haha

I’m definitely taking breaks in between, and eating food and drinking water/beverages (do be kind to yourself and take care of yourself even if you are stressed)

So currently my work for today is:

Finish analysing my final dataset

Include those graphs on my ppt

Finish including all the info from the tagged papers on my ppt

Make a script and read it 3-5 times before retiring for the night

And ofc overthinking and writing down any Qs I could be asked in that meeting tomorrow and looking up and keeping track of those answers separately.

I think my list is doable… I am hoping my presentation tomorrow goes amazingly well and my committee members greenlit me for my final semester without any issues.

8 notes - Posted November 29, 2022

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mchiimii · 2 years

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Jamais Vu | BTS [Twenty-Six]

➜ Genre: Fantasy; Fanfiction

➜ Tags: fluff; angst; alternate universe; Alice in wonderland AU; flower shop AU; reincarnation; magic; soulmates AU

➜ Rating: Teen & Up Audiences (T)

➜ Pairing: BTS x Reader/Reader insert

➜ Warnings: swearing

➜ Word count: 2.4k

➜ Notes: Phew. This chapter has been in my drafts since the day I uploaded the 25th. Anyway, hope you liked it! The upcoming chapters might be a little heavy so brace yourselves for the rollercoaster. There are still many stories to tell and unravel and I think this will be a great opportunity to delve into Yuna's previous lives and encounters with the guardians.

I'll explain the rest next time so see you there!

Coma-Trance

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"A shadow?"

Jimin and Taehyung nodded.

"Then why didn't you stop it?" Seokjin interrupted.

After the oracle received a call from the goblin, the wingless angel and the former moon rabbit persuaded the sandman of the red kingdom to gather at the Magic Shop's lobby in the mortal realm. The six of them occupied the spacious interior to discuss the matters they need to resolve.

"We were unsure at first because we might have mistaken it as someone else." Jimin continued, "I was busy welcoming the guests to know it fully. Taeh already left the tea house to guard the shop instead when suddenly—"

"—An ambulance came to take her mother to the hospital," Taehyung interrupted abruptly.

"So you just watched her?" Hoseok sat on the sofa of the Magic Shop's lounge between Namjoon and Jungkook. He crossed his arms over the other and rolled his eyes frustratingly. He should have been in his kingdom doing his chores when the White King and the Reaper called him for an unexpected mission. It seems like the dream guardian is starting to feel impatient with all the heavy workloads.

"Yes. We did," Taehyung blurted. "But, I don't think it's necessary to interfere with her fate just yet." he shrugged.

Jimin agreed as he sat on the sofa near the center table. "Plus, if the shadow wasn't Yeomra's, then why was there a mishap?"

"That's true." Taehyung sat between Jimin and Seokjin before leaning on his back while fiddling with the emerald ring on his pointer finger. "If it didn't radiate intense negative energy, I wouldn't say it was his shadow. But it did."

"Bottom line is, you assumed it was his," Namjoon mused, "Which I think is hypothetically correct, considering that it might have brought an ill-fated omen. Were there any hints that you could've missed before we track her down?"

Jimin hummed, "A woman accompanied her to the hospital. Probably a witness."

"Or someone Yuna knows," everyone looked at the guardian who was silent the whole time. Jungkook exchanged glances with the five of them quizzically. He cleared his throat and then uttered another word that is enough to support the goblin's speculation.

"One of her friends could be the witness," Jungkook added, "If we want more answers, we should interrogate them."

Namjoon snapped his fingers, "Alright. We can assign an appropriate task for each of us. Someone who can interrogate the witness and track down Yeomra."

"Wait, you forgot something." Namjoon glanced at Jimin.

"Should we also look for Yuna?"

Hoseok laughed. "Didn't you hear? That seraph brought her to God knows where."

"Yoongi has her too..." Jungkook's doe eyes sharpened at the thought of the Cheshire cat. He scoffed once he broke the gaze he shared with the other guardians.

"But, shouldn't you also be capable of knowing her wellbeing? She's your maiden, remember?"

"Nah, I bet that pussycat knows a lot about her. I wouldn't be surprised if he knows something we don't know, especially if he meddles with the deities daily." Hoseok bitterly spat with a scornful expression.

Seokjin rolled his eyes at the Red King's insensitive tone. With a deep exhale, he glanced at the uninterested grim reaper with a light smile. "When it's something that concerns the human, it's either you or the Cheshire cat. Now that she's your maiden, you have no other choice but to take over the task that she's involved with."

"Can we all finalize the agreement already? I have more things to do."

"At least be nice for once?" Jimin questioned the Red King who happened to flick his middle finger at the flower guardian.

Jimin tightened his fists and was ready to haul an aggressive action when Taehyung held his arm to stop him from starting a fight with the embodiment of wrath. The flower goblin softened his grip and composure to ignore the Red King instead.

"Confronting the deities is the least he can do," Taehyung said as he was referring to the grim reaper. "If it's about rebellion, then it's Jungkook."

"Maybe if you could be more open-minded, try to re-think the situation, and be less impulsive with your actions," Jimin added.

"Easy for you to say."

"Well," Namjoon chimed in, "This isn't the right time to be petty. Unless you all want to perish in Underland."

Hoseok scoffed, "Which side are you on?"

"Neither. I didn't call you here to provoke us so stop with this bullshit."

The Red King pushed his tongue in his inner cheek with his mouth slightly open when Namjoon glared at him. Instead of bullying one of the guardians again, he fondled his rings in boredom.

"The least we can do is confront the higher-ups to defeat the vengeful spirit. It will be difficult if we don't."

The rest agreed except Hoseok and Jungkook. Namjoon looked at the youngest to see if he agrees but still had no response. The oracle called his name again and that's when Jungkook finally responded. He simply hummed with no follow-up remark and dared not to utter a word to finally end the meeting.

Nonetheless, each of them was given an assignment. As expected, Yoongi will be in the Hanok village with the deities where the human is currently recovering. Jungkook will be visiting them while Taehyung and Jimin will be at the hospital to interrogate the witness. On the other hand, Seokjin, Namjoon, and Hoseok agreed to find Yeomra—well, partially on Hoseok's side because he insisted on protecting Wonderland.

Although he's the most powerful yet the weakest, Namjoon refrained from arguing with him again. Perhaps, it would be best if a guardian stays in their realm to look over the kingdom and the spirits.

After all, guarding their realm will prevent another mishap from happening.

Meanwhile in the Hanok Village...

The camellia flowers twinkled and bloomed in the morning. A jacket of snow embraced its body; its petals smiled brightly at the rising sun. March has arrived yet the chilly, dry winter season stayed in the first week of the month. Maybe by April, the spring flowers will blossom in the morning. A variety of blooms will replace the colors of the meadows; creatures will traverse the captivating platform. The whole season will be decorated with floristry and flamboyance.

That is if the curse never prevailed.

With the situation at hand, springtime will be delayed to make time for the withering season in the month of dispersion.

Snow flowers painted the pathway of the village. The striking hues grew prominent in the snow-covered village. Not all flowers charmed the visitors with their beauty because for a moment, the field of blooms had one particular sprout that looked dull and almost lifeless.

"Is she alright?"

The feline crawled just beside the unconscious female on the bed. The Cheshire cat frowned at the sight of the helpless human. He softly touched her face with his paws to caress her gently. Yoongi glanced back at the seraph with eyes glowing green. He asked him a question again but the angel could not answer him.

The fate deity hovered her hand over the human's face to spectate her wellbeing. She moved her hands around her features slowly, her fingertips glowing in pink. With a deep breath and a frown, Mari clicked her tongue and then shook her head. She glanced back at the cat and spoke.

"She has the oblivion curse."

Yoongi gazed back at the human with the softest expression he could muster, "Yeomra probably hexed her."

The wealth deity groaned as she bitterly locked eyes with her sister. Who knew that a simple modification of the fate string could lead to an awful turn? "Look what you did. You made her life miserable. If her soul avenges, she won't enter the Afterlife."

The deities of nature started tattling and muttering words enough for the fate deity to hear. Mari, on the other hand, decided to ignore them by watching the human sleep peacefully despite the noises.

"I hope the gods ban her from using her magic."

"Why not ban her from entering the gates of heaven instead? After all, she deserves it."

"Hey, isn't that a little harsh? You might get banned too for speaking ill to her."

The flower deity suddenly stepped forward to look at the injured human. She did the same thing with her magic to check her state. However, when the growing noises from the bickering deities grew loud, she flicked her wrist and ceased her magic for a moment.

"Enough!"

She glared at the three squabbling goddesses of wealth, river, and mountain respectively.

"We came here to help the human not noise around for a petty quarrel. If you all want a place to pick up a fight, then leave this place immediately."

Once the noises completely died down and silence finally reigned in the room, the flower deity received an apology before she continued what she was doing.

She closed her eyes and focused on her breathing. Once her hands gleamed white, she opened her eyes and began rising from the ground. As her magic comes to a halt, the deity could not overlook the human's situation when she already had a glimpse of Yuna's fate. Her feet touched the ground softly and she was brought to the present once again.

"She won't be waking up soon." the flower deity looked at Yoongi with a small frown contorting her face.

"Yuna's under coma-trance, a state of prolonged slumber. The memories she will encounter becomes a hindrance to entering her present conscience. We cannot fully determine the length of her slumber because once she embarks on the pieces of her past, her soul will transfigure into a different character. She needs more time to recuperate her physical and mental well-being by venturing into the memory lane."

"How did this happen?"

"It's..." the fate deity looked at the cat with a worn expression on her face.

"It's because of the Smeraldo flower and the Tree Memoir. The flower recuperates her from the oblivion curse while the tree reminds her of the memories she once held. These memories are connected to her previous lives when she encountered the guardians before or after the divine punishment. The memory lane gives enough time for the recuperation."

Yoongi looked down at the female's face. He rested his paw on her face again and sighed. If she's experiencing slumber, then that could be one thing. He's the dream guardian, maybe he can do something with ensuring her safety if he couldn't stop the trance.

"Then I'll enter the dream realm."

The deities looked at him concerningly. The fate and the flower goddesses heaved a deep breath before interrogating him.

"You cannot simply intervene with her subconscious or else she won't make it on time!" the wealth deity interrupted.

"I'm willing to accompany her."

"But you're not her maiden. A simple lip contract is not enough." another deity spoke.

"Who says I'll do a contract?" Yoongi's eyes gleamed green again as he was ready to jump off the bed to leave. "If I can't interfere with the events, then she won't be my maiden. She can't call my name for help even when she's in danger."

"Then what will you do?" the mountain goddess asked.

"I'll be there if she wants someone to talk to."

"Someone, to talk to? Are you crazy?" the river deity laughed. "You can't interact with her or else things will only make it hard for her."

"Actually..." the fate deity spoke, "He can interact with her before she enters a new world. The coma-trance allows you to stay in the memory hub to rest for a moment. Yoongi may stay there with her but he cannot give any clues related to the memory she will encounter, especially if he suddenly remembered something."

"Look who's talking. Thanks to you, a lot of misfortunes happened." the wealth deity argued. "It's not a reasonable excuse." she eyed the cat with a stern look, "What is even the difference between talking to her versus waiting for her? Either way, you can't protect her."

The flower deity nodded, "She has a point. Entering the dream realm will be risky for both of you. You can't simply interact with her because you want to. Attachments may change the flow of events. It will affect the way she deals with her stories."

For a second, a pattern embroidered the clouds in the sky. The sun hid behind the overlooking patches of billowy clouds that gathered together. The wind blew a cold breeze the moment a visitor entered the village. From afar away, a towering man walked by the snowy pathway towards the entrance of the Hanok. He wore his usual headpiece, dark outfit, and combat shoes that made his steps loud. He approached the doorway with a cold demeanor after seeing the spirits of the immortal realm. With hands stuffed in his pockets, the grim reaper eavesdropped on their conversation.

Their noises grew audible and clear as he entered the room. Surprisingly, no one saw him lurking in the shadows to listen to their topic. The three deities' backs faced him while the seraph sat near the window. The two other goddesses stood beside the bed where the human slept peacefully. Consequently, the angel exchanged words with the cat on the bed to express his concerns.

Their unexpected visitor scuffed beside the three busy females where he can be easily recognized. The river deity felt a sudden shift in the atmosphere caused by the cold ambiance the grim reaper brought. She glanced to her side and gasped upon seeing the youngest guardian's arrival.

"Jungkook? What are you doing here?" Yoongi locked eyes with the grim reaper. The grim reaper disappeared for a moment before a blue, glittering smoke appeared in front of the two deities and the cat.

Yoongi looked surprised upon seeing the grumpy guardian settle his feet on the house of goddesses. He always held a grudge with them and seeing him up close in his dominating demeanor implied an unusual reason.

"I believe you came here solely for the human," he sat on the bed with eyes sparkling with curiosity. "Rest assured that she's safe but—"

"We need to talk."

Yoongi remained unfazed at his blunt remark. The goddesses started whispering again, something about the infamous guardian. Jungkook ignored them, still eyeing the feline on the bed.

"What do you want to talk about?" he chimed.

"I want to talk to you alone."

The Cheshire cat exchanged glances with the fate deity. After hearing Jungkook's response, he signaled Mari to leave along with her sisters and the angel.

That's when the plans mayhaps turned a little different for both of them.

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#bts #bts x reader #bts fanfiction #fantasy #soulmate au #flower shop au #polyamory #kim namjoon #kim seokjin #min yoongi #jung hoseok #park jimin #kim taehyung #jeon jungkook #alice in wonderland au

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franklyshipping · 2 years

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Definitely Not Hayfever ~ A Markiplier and Jacksepticeye Ego Fanfic

HERE WE HAVE A LOVELY ANON PROMPT INVOLVING OUR FAVOURITE MAGICIAN, SILVER HERO... AND A MAGIC PLANT! LET’S DO THIS!

TAGGING: @marvin-lee-magician-blog @marvinleemagician-blog @silvlee-shepherd @yandere-ipli-ler and @thehostofleetrature

Silver Shepherd sighed as he came into the manor, with the last rays of sunset glimmering behind him as he shut and locked the doors. Today had been a very productive day of hero work for the sweet man, with lots of lives saved and villains defeated; he had that warm fuzzy feeling he got in his belly when his hard work paid off. Now, he was ready to relax. However, when he stepped into the manor further, in the low lighting he could hear someone grunting, and swearing, under their breath. He curiously found the foyer’s dimmer switch and increased the light, and smiled with confusion when he saw a familiar friend hunched at the bottom of the grand staircase.

‘Marvin? What on earth are you doing?’

The magician froze. He was hoping he wouldn’t bump into anyone, because what he was doing was meant to be a secret. He sighed. Oh well. He straightened up and smiled at the hero embarrassedly, and only then did Silver see what had had Marvin grunting. A four foot tall plant in a huge, heavy-looking black pot. It looked like a wine-coloured fir tree, except it also had black and peach coloured flowers that reminded Silver of poppies. Marvin laughed gently.

‘Trying to get this godforsaken shrub to my room without anyone noticing.’

‘…why?’

Silver asked with a little giggle, and Marvin smiled bashfully as he explained everything. The plant was a variant of a shrub that produced magical, tickle-inducing pollen. Marvin had gotten it for himself because he wanted to extract the pollen in order to create fun tickle related potions and spells as gifts or surprises for all the other egos. Also, he wasn’t levitating it because he didn’t want to risk imbuing his magic into the plant, in case it affected the pollen’s properties. Silver was amazed! He had no idea such a plant could exist, and he thought Marvin was so sweet with how he wanted to make tickly surprises for everyone with it! Of course, Silver’s instinct was to be as helpful as possible in the situation.

‘Let me help you carry it to your room! Four hands are better than two, and I promise I won’t tell anyone so it all stays a surprise!’

Marvin beamed at the hero, and gladly accepted his help. It took them a few moments to get co-ordinated, and honestly getting it up the grand staircase was a LOT harder than either of them thought. Soon enough though they were moving in sync, holding the plant at the pot’s base and using their forearms to keep it upright as they carefully, and quietly, carried it through the dimly lit manor. It was a genuine miracle that neither of them tripped over the random stuff left around by the other egos, but they finally managed to make it into Marvin’s room undetected.

However, this is where things took a turn. They were about to place it on Marvin’s bed and take a rest before figuring out where to place it in the room… when it slipped. Silver’s big gloves had been making the task difficult for the hero, but he’d worked through it until now. Now it slipped from his grip, and the sudden imbalance caused it to slip from Marvin’s hands too, making them both yelp as they anticipated a very loud crash; Silver even covered his face, afraid to watch the carnage unfold. But they were lucky. It landed on Marvin’s bed, sustaining no damage, making Silver sigh and laugh.

‘Oh phew, that was close! S-Sorry for losing my grip!’

Silver smiled at Marvin, but Marvin was silent. Silver furrowed his brows as Marvin turned around, but when he saw the magician his eyes widened. Marvin was absolutely covered… in pollen. When Silver had lost his grip on the plant initially, the flowers had been knocked against Marvin’s chest, and the impact caused them to expel their glimmering, crimson pollen ALL over Marvin’s body. Thanks to his suit, and Silver covering his face, none of it had gotten on the hero’s skin… but Marvin wasn’t so lucky.

‘O-Oh… o-oho nononohoho!’

Marvin immediately started to smile and giggle, his breathing getting faster and faster as his skin began to tingle with ticklishness. Silver looked on with wide eyes as the pollen started to take effect, and gasped when Marvin crumpled on his carpeted floor, giggling and squeaking as he frantically tried to brush at his body.

‘Marvin? A-Are you okay? Did it get on you?’

‘Whahahat doho yohou thihihink?!’

Marvin retorted, and Silver smiled and giggled a little. He couldn’t deny that Marvin looked pretty adorable right now, all giggly and rolling about on the floor. Marvin heard his giggles and blushed, trying to glare up at the hero.

‘D-Dohohon’t lahahaugh ahat mehehe! Th-thihis ihisn’t fuhunny!’

Silver snorted, folding his arms as he grinned down at Marvin playfully.

‘Ihit is kinda funny, and super duper cute by the way.’

‘Sihihihilveher!’

Marvin squeaked, feeling more and more embarrassed by the second. Silver giggled again, but obviously was one of the least mean people in the manor, so he decided he’d at least try and help Marvin get the pollen off… if possible. The backs of his gloves had caught some of the pollen, but the palms and fingers were clear, so Silver came and knelt by the giggling magician as he smiled.

‘Okay ohokay I’ll try and brush it off, where is it getting you?’

Even Silver’s phrasing made Marvin feel flustered, but he couldn’t afford to waste any more time… because the tickling was getting gradually worse as time went on. Marvin took a few breaths, trying to keep still as he stuttered.

‘Ihihihit’s ohon my neheck a-and stohohomach ahahand my frihihickin feheheheet!’

‘Oho dear, it really found your tickle spots huh?’

Silver briefly teased, making Marvin whine, before the hero leant in and gently tilted Marvin’s head up, exposing his neck.

‘Okay let’s try and get this off, see if you can keep still okay?’

Marvin nodded, but his giggles were endless as Silver started brushing at the sides of his neck with his gloved fingers. He squeezed his eyes shut tight, trying his best not to react… but the tickling was so maddening! It felt like there were millions of microscopic insects scuttling up and down his neck, meanwhile his tummy felt like it was being tazed and scratched by the tiniest of claws – it was the worst at his feet though. It was unlike any sensation he’d ever felt, like this constant internal buzzing across every inch of his feet!

‘I-Ihihihis ihit cohohoming ohohoff?!’

‘Uhm… uhh, I think so?’

Silver had absolutely no idea whether the pollen was coming off, or whether his rubbing was making its tickly properties more effective! Some of the glittering essence did seem to be coming off from Silver’s efforts, floating down onto the carpet, but Marvin’s neck was such a deep pink!

‘P-Plehehehease ihihit tihihickles sohoho bahahad!!!’

Marvin cried out, now squirming as he clutched and rubbed at his middle, arching his back as his giggling turned hysterical. Meanwhile, Silver sighed at him with a fond smile.

‘Well I can’t get it off if you keep moving!’

‘Ihihihi cahahan’t hehehelp ihit! Pleheheeease!’

Marvin whined, looking up at him with an adorable, pleading gaze. Silver smiled fondly down at him, and then nodded to his stomach.

‘Okay okay I’ll keep trying, let me try your stomach okay?’

‘Okahahahay, j-juhuhust huhurry!’

Marvin replied, and used all his willpower to keep his arms at his sides whilst Silver pushed his shirt up, and started brushing at the pollen gleaming against Marvin’s abdomen. However, as soon as Silver touched him, the magician arched his back with a fierce squeal.

‘OHOHO MY GAHAD IHIT G-GOHOT WOHOOORSE!’

‘I’m going as fast as I can Marv!’

Silver brushed at his abdomen faster and faster, but little did the pair of them know that Silver was actually aggravating the pollen. Yes, he was getting some of it off, but the bits that stayed stuck got more potent from the heat from Silver’s gloved hands. So, in short, it was tickling Marvin a hell of a lot more.

‘THIHIHIS IHIS HOHOW I DIHIHIE!’

‘Oh my- you’re not gonna die! You’re such a drama queheen!’

‘AHAHAM NAHAHAT!’

Silver giggled and rolled his eyes. Honestly, aside from Wilford and Bim, Marvin was absolutely the most dramatic out of all the egos. However, Silver could tell that the tickling was somehow getting worse for the poor magician, and he didn’t have enough hands to get the pollen off his stomach AND his feet! So, Silver came up with an idea which he thought was genius.

‘Okay, okay just try and rub your feet against the carpet while I stay at your stomach – it’s the only way I can think to get it off as fast as we can!’

Marvin nodded, because honestly he didn’t have a better idea. He started frantically rubbing his soles against his soft carpet whilst Silver hurriedly brushed against Marvin’s waist, where he could see a lot of glitter going on. Working together like this, they actually made a little progress! Marvin could see the pollen sticking to his carpet instead of his feet, and Silver could see the pollen coming off Marvin’s waist.

‘I-Ihihi thihink ihihit’s wohohorkihing!’

Marvin giggled, starting to feel the first hints of relief as the pollen left his skin, and Silver beamed down at him, glad that there was some sign of reprieve. However… the pollen wasn’t quite finished with the magician yet. As Silver leant back, satisfied that Marvin’s midriff was pollen-free, the magician suddenly froze. Before Silver could ask what was wrong, he let out a mighty scream-laugh and started kicking his legs in the air.

‘AHHHHAHAHA OHOHO GAHAHAHAAA!!’

‘Marv? Marvin what is it, what’s the pollen doing?’

Silver looked over him curiously, knowing of course that the pollen was tickling him terribly, but couldn’t quite figure out where this new bout of tickling was focused! At this point the poor magician was laughing hysterically, his hands flailing about and exhibiting little golden sparks as he squeezed his eyes shut. It was the most ticklish sensation he had ever felt in his life, and it took him a few moments to be able to catch a big enough breath to tell Silver what was happening. But he managed it.

‘MY TOHOHOHES!! IHIHIT’S IN BETWEHEHEEN MY TOHOHOES!!’

Silver’s eyes widened. That explained it. From having gone to a pedicure with Marvin in the past, Silver knew that Marvin went ballistic from even the softest touch in-between his hyper-ticklish toes… so the pollen’s tickling must have been utter madness! Silver knew he couldn’t try and rub it away, he’d only tickle Marvin even more! The hero was just utterly dumbfounded.

‘Uhh… oh jeez uhm… I-I don’t know what to do!’

‘HEHEHEHEHEEEELP!!’

Silver gulped at Marvin’s squeals, and held his hands softly as he tried to give him a reassuring smile.

‘I-It’ll be okay! Uhh- oh your magic! C-Can you use your magic to get rid of it?’

‘I-I CAHAHAN’T FOHOHOHOCUHUHUUS!!’

All Marvin could think about was how ticklish he was. The sensation was… pure madness! It was as if a thousand miniature acrylic nails AND electric toothbrushes were tickling in-between his toes, and no amount of scrunching or kicking could stop it or make it less intense. There was intense tickling, and then there was this. It wasn’t just on a whole other level, it was in a whole new realm of tickle torture! Marvin had tears streaming down his cheeks as Silver thought and thought and thought… and then gasped.

‘HOSTY! I-I can get Host to narrate it to stop!’

Marvin’s eyes widened – a glimpse of hope at last.

‘Y-YEHEHES YESYESYES GOGOGOGOHOHOHO!!’

Silver scrambled to his feet and dashed to the door, darting out of the room and running as fast as he could to his room where the author and radio host was sleeping. He tapped his shoulder incessantly with his pointer finger, wanting to wake him up quickly without spooking him.

‘Hosty, Hosty baby wake up wake up I need you!’

‘Wha-? Mmph… Silvy? Did’you just get in-?’

‘You have to come with me now c’mon c’mon c’mon!’

The Host was drowsy, and confused, and did I mention drowsy? But he nonetheless let Silver pull him out of bed and drag him through the manor, until they reached Marvin’s room. However, when they entered… the magician was no longer laughing hysterically on the floor. He was quiet with wide eyes and a soft smile, gently panting. Silver blinked down at him.

‘… you… you good Marvin?’

Marvin’s smile widened, and he let out a tired giggle as he gave a lazy thumbs up.

‘Yeheah, i-it uhuh, it wore off by ihitself. I’m ohokay.’

‘Oh thank frick!’

Silver sighed loudly, clutching his chest with relief as Marvin slowly sat up, smiling bashfully and full of embarrassment. Needless to say, the Host was confused.

‘What… what am I missing here?’

Silver opened his mouth, about to explain, when a new voice came from the doorway – a similarly drowsy voice.

‘Why are you two in here instead of spooning me?’

Host and Silver turned, and giggled when they saw Yandere, hair all messy and lips formed into a soft pout. Marvin grinned, rubbing the back of his neck bashfully as he piped up.

‘Ahh, it’s kinda my fault.’

Then came the explanation, and Host and Yandere soon understood everything that had transpired and – just like Silver – thought Marvin was just so damn sweet! Yandere sighed at the magician and helped him up from the floor, neatening his hair gently as they beamed.

‘Oh you silly hunny bun, c’mon, I’m gonna get you some lotion to soothe your skin and then you can have a sleepover with us! We’ll help you with that polleny bedding of yours tomorrow, okay?’

‘Thahanks Yanny.’

Marvin beamed, and giggled at the soft shoulder nudge he got from the Host as Yandere took him out of the room. The Host then sighed softly and grinned at Silver, before kissing him on the forehead and teasingly whispering.

‘Trust you to try and get first dibs on that pollen. Did you have a late-night lee mood darling?’

Silver blushed a deep red and spluttered indignantly.

‘Wha-no! I-I was helping him thank you very much!’

Host laughed warmly, before he nuzzled and kissed Silver’s cheek.

‘I know darling. As always, you are the most kind and dedicated hero.’

Silver giggled bashfully, and let Host lead him back to their room. Soon they were joined by their sweet Yandere, and their newly adopted magician, and settled down for a night of well-deserved rest and cuddling. Once again, with this glorious collective of egos and friends and lovers and family, the wildness of tickling has brought them even closer together. And I can tell you right now, that’s never going to change.

WOOO HOPE YOU GUYS LIKE THIS FIC, LEMME KNOW IF YA DOOO LUV YOUS!!

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skymaiden32 · 2 years

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Secrets In L.A.

Tagging: @dragonoffantasyandreality @janetm74 @thundergeek59 (Please ask if you would like to be alerted when I update or write new stories)

May's calendar story.

The London to Los Angeles flight on Fireflash touches down at dusk. What was originally a regularly scheduled commercial flight became a VIP exclusive when Lady Penelope Creighton-Ward purchases every last seat on board. Her party, even more mysteriously, is made up of only herself, her right hand man, and a Sir Jeremy Hodge. But what business do they have that requires absolute secrecy? (One-shot)

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*phew!* 2000+ words with which I finally catch up with all the months I lost XD

This is a one-shot, although I hope the extra length makes up for that. This is intended to be a direct sequel/interquel to my previous story in the series, Dangerous Waters, tying up all the little loose ends, so I recommend reading that before this, or you may not know what's going on... I hope you enjoy! :3

Chapter 1

Lady Penelope Creighton-Ward put her faithful teapot aside, ruminating on what Virgil had just told her. She hummed, pushing herself up out of her chair before reaching to pull on the rope on the other side her sitting room. A bell rang as she did so. Her companion, who had previously been content reading his newspaper, looked up from it, alert.

“A mission then?” Sir Jeremy Hodge grinned slyly, always up for a bit of action.

“I’m very much afraid so, Sir Jeremy.” Both spoke with the accent of the British aristocracy, both clipped and stoic, but held a concealed excitement for their craft. “And I would be thrilled to have your assistance in this case.”

Jeremy smiled at her. “The pleasure is all mine, m’lady.” Penelope nodded as the double doors of the sitting room swung open, revealing the Creighton-Ward manservant, and ex-con by the name of Aloysius Parker. His accent was by no means upper class, but it also screamed of a British heritage, thoroughly Cockney and trained to speak with respect to his employer.

“You rang, m’lady?”

“Yes Parker. Get the Rolls Royce, and arrange phone calls to Air Terrainean and London Airport. We have a mission, and Sir Jeremy will accompany us.

“Very good, m’lady. Will you require h’any assistance with your bags?” The Lady shook her head.

“Thank you, Parker. But that won’t be necessary. This will be a short trip, so any bags I may take, I can handle myself.” Parker bowed before leaving to make the necessary arrangements, and they were soon trundling in FAB 1, the faithful Rolls Royce, to London Airport. They had a flight to catch…

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Captain Hansen stared at how many passengers were in the cabin. Then at how many seats were booked. Then back at the cabin. He scratched his head, puzzled by the whole thing. Why, the whole plane had been fully booked. Yet here they were, five minutes before take-off, and there were only three passengers on board. He exchanged looks with Bob Thorne, his co-pilot, who also had a similar reaction to the passenger situation.

The transmission from London Airport Control reminded the Captain and his co-pilot to focus on the task at hand. They had a plane to fly. “Four minutes to take off.” Bob hummed in his seat as he completed final checks on his side of the cockpit. Hansen did the same before turning his head to his friend.

“So, what do you think is going on back there?”

Bob shook his head. “I haven’t the foggiest. But I do recognise two of them. Lady Penelope Creighton-Ward and Sir Jeremy Hodge. The third is dressed in a chauffeur’s uniform; maybe he works for one of them…”

Hansen hummed, thoughtful. “They would certainly have the money to buy all the seats; make sure no-one was on the plane but them, us, and the cabin crew.”

Bob frowned. “What reason could they possibly have to need a whole plane pretty much to themselves?”

Behind him, Captain Hansen heard the cabin supervisor give the passengers the safety demonstrations. The green light to head to the runway flashed in front of them, and the two of them guided the plane towards the long strip of concrete. “I don’t know. But I suppose it’s not our concern for now. We have a job to do, and that’s flying this plane to LAX.”

Bob nodded, frowning as his grip tightened on the wheel. Soon, Fireflash soared above the clouds, cruising at it’s top speed of Mach 6. At this rate, they would touch down at LAX in just over an hour.

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Penelope frowned. “We have an hour to decipher who the counter-agent on the East Zephyr may be, so let’s get to it. It will not be an easy task, which is why the more people who can help us, the better.” Her two male companions nodded, looking at the list of information on the four suspects in the case.

Parker looked curiously at his employer. “Just ‘ow did you gather all this h’information so quickly, m’lady?” The noblewoman grinned.

“Now, Parker, you should know by now to allow a lady a few secrets, but I did acquire the information through a dear friend with connections to the WASPs, however tenuous those connections are.” She pointed at the first candidate. “Artem Zhuk. The lowest ranking in the ship’s hierarchy, and the last person to check the line before the dive.”

Jeremy hummed. “He has the means…”

Parker continued the thought. “But does ‘e ‘ave a motive?”

“He does not.” Penny answered. “He hasn’t met any IR agents before, but his family were saved from the wreckage of the last major earthquake in Ukraine by International Rescue. Why would he attempt to lure the organisation that saved his loved ones into what may very well be a trap? It doesn’t make sense…”

Jeremy huffed. “Neither does the next suspect, Peter Meddings. He’s never met any of International Rescue before, nor has he or his family been saved by them, but he has always spoken highly of them.”

Penelope took a puff of her cigarette. “He may be lying.” Parker shook his head.

“I’m h’afraid not m’lady. ‘e ‘as been a WASP for years before this, h’and they require regular lie detector tests to h’ensure they h’are fit for service. H’according to your source, h’one h’of the questions h’is their h’opinion h’on h’other h’organisations such h’as Spectrum and H’International Rescue.”

Sir Jeremy continued. “His opinion is the same every time. He agrees these fellow organisations dedicated to the protection of humankind be protected. Not only that, but he was on Gordon’s bathyscape crew.”

“So it isn’t him either…” Penelope sighed, looking at the remaining files. “That leaves two people. Otis Akers, and Tara Summers.”

Jeremy frowned. “Both of whom know the identities of International Rescue.” Parker shared his employer’s gaze.

“People they trust…”

The Lady Penelope Creighton-Ward, London Agent and Head of International Rescue’s agent network, looked sadly at the choice between the two allies. For perhaps the first time since she became a secret agent, she felt completely hopeless. “Whatever shall we do to detangle this whole mess?”

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Captain Hansen frowned as he stood some ways away from the trio, having heard the last few sentences of the conversation. He knew he really shouldn’t eavesdrop, but the second he’d heard the words International Rescue, he couldn’t exactly walk away. Twice, the organisation had saved his life, along with the people in his care. He had always made a private promise to return the favour one day. Maybe that was a debt he could never repay, but helping the supposed agents in front of him was a start. He discreetly approached before clearing his throat. “If I may, m’lady, I believe I could give you an answer to your problem…”

Lady Penelope looked up quickly, frowning at the intrusion. “And who are you?”

Hansen frowned. “My name is Captain Hansen, the pilot of this aircraft. I also piloted the Fireflash’s maiden flight, when it was sabotaged by that bomb in the landing. It was their very first rescue, if I recall.” Penelope looked curious, as did her companions, but he knew he had to say everything he could to convenience them he was on their side. “International Rescue saved my life not just that day, but also when we were attempting to figure out why the Fireflash fleet kept crashing at precisely the same location into the ocean last year.”

Penelope nodded, smiling. “Yes, I remember both those incidents. I also remember your name.” She grinned at him, gesturing for him to sit with them. He did so, glad he had their trust. “The pilot of Thunderbird 1 has spoken highly of you, Captain Hansen.”

Hansen smiled. “And I speak highly of him, Lady Penelope. He and the rest of the Thunderbirds pilots are brave men.” He laid his hand over his chest as a show of sincerity. “Your secrets as agents of International Rescue are safe with me, I assure you.”

“I expected nothing less of you, Captain.” Penelope hummed. “So, what can you tell us about these two people?”

Hansen carefully studied the files that the noblewoman turned secret agent handed him, humming as he recognised the names. “The names are familiar to me. Otis Akers was an old family friend shortly before he left for WASP. He had a sister who we were also close to.” He paused. “Tara Summers was also a dear friend of mine. We met through Otis, as a matter of fact. She trained with me to become a pilot for Air Terrainean before changing her career path and joining the aquanauts instead. I’m still in contact with both. They’re both officially out of WASP ranks, but still work for them on occasion.” He sighed. “I can hardly believe one of them would betray International Rescue, but between them, I have a suspicion.”

Lady Penelope motioned for him to continue. “Go on.”

“Summers has led a fairly regular life, even in WASP. No tragedy or threat until the incident a few months ago. She has no major qualms about International Rescue.” He let the information sink in. For both them, and himself. “There is a key piece of information missing from this file,” He held up Otis’s folder. “Akers’ sister is… no longer with us.” The three agents in front of him froze up. “She passed away in a landslide last year. A landslide that International Rescue attended…”

Jeremy’s eyes widened. “He has a motive for hating International Rescue then…”

“They failed to pull ‘er h’out h’alive…” It clicked for Parker as well.

Penelope sighed, standing. Captain Hansen did the same. The agent laid a hand on his shoulder, smiling sympathetically. “Thank you, Captain. I know this was not an easy thing to tell us, but we appreciate your honesty in this matter.”

Hansen folded his arms, saddened beyond belief. “You think you know a guy…” He shook his head, banishing his tears before they even truly appeared. “I… better get back to the cockpit. We’re landing in 20 minutes.” He smiled sadly. “I suggest you prepare for landing, m’lady, sirs.”

He turned to leave, before Sir Jeremy’s voice called out to him. “Wait!” He spun back to the trio. “Would you like to come with us to apprehend Akers at the L.A. docks? We wouldn’t have been able to work this out without you…”

Hansen sighed. “That’s very nice of you, and I would quite like to see Scott again, but I unfortunately have another flight after this, so I can’t leave after post-flight checks.” He smiled. “Besides, I don’t think I could handle facing Otis right now…”

Penelope nodded. “That’s fair enough Captain, but please, allow me to get in contact with you when we both return to London. I believe we have more to discuss…”

The Captain nodded, returning to the cockpit. Bob just stared at him. “Where have you been? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“Just talking to the passengers. Nothing to worry about.” It would take a while before he recovered from the betrayal of his friend, but for now, he could put those feelings aside. Bob hummed, knowing there was more to it, but didn’t press him. They flew in silence before Hansen’s eyes widened in realisation. “Wait. She never got my number… How can she get in contact with me?!”

Bob just looked more and more concerned by the minute.

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“So… it’s true then?” Gordon asked, pure betrayal in his tone. “Otis did all this?”

Scott nodded, just as saddened as he flew Thunderbird 1 with an expert hand. They saw no reason to stick around once they had arrived in L.A. and Otis Akers was arrested by Lady Penelope, revealing his true colours by sending several curses at the IR operatives as he was dragged to Thunderbird 2 to be transported to the nearest secret agency with a mountain of evidence, much to Tara’s shock. They would remain in contact with the Captain. Gordon, having had enough trauma for one day, had decided to skip the trip to L.A.’s FBI branch by flying with Scott straight home. Virgil had been extremely understanding.

“Apparently, they heard it from Captain Hansen, who was the pilot of their Fireflash, that Otis had a solid motive for it. His sister died on one of our rescues…”

Gordon was dumbfounded. “But why? Why endanger innocent lives when he could’ve just confronted us about it?”

Scott sighed. “I’m not sure, Gords. But I’ve got a feeling there’s more to this than we originally anticipated. This isn’t over. Not by a long shot…” His eyes narrowed. If whoever was behind this even tried to hurt his family, they’d be meeting his fist…

Gordon grinned after a while despite what had happened. A grin that was audible in his voice. It made his older brother perk up just that little bit as well. “You think Virgil will be okay with Akers on board Thunderbird 2? He might try something…”

Scott chanced a look back at his water-loving brother. “With Lady Penelope to protect him? No way is anything gonna happen to him.”

The two brothers laughed for a while at the thought, their chuckles eventually dying down. Gordon spoke up again after a while. “Are you okay? With what happened to Ryan?” His brother froze in his seat. “Scooter?”

“Not really.” He admitted. “But I will be. I could ask you the same thing, what with the anniversary coming up and all…”

Gordon cleared his throat. He had gotten an answer from Scott. Now he had to give his own. “I’ll be honest, I’ve almost had a few panic attacks today…”

“Gords…”

“But I’ll be fine, Scotty. Whatever we have to go through…”

Scott finished for him, Tracy Island appearing in front of them as they got closer to home. “We’ll get through together…”

#thunderbirds #thunderbirds 1965 #thunderbirds fanfiction #thunderfam #lady penelope creighton ward #sir jeremy hodge #aloysius parker #captain hansen #bob thorne #artem zhuk #peter meddings #otis akers #captain tara summers #gordon tracy #scott tracy #virgil tracy #thunderbirds calendar 2022 project #captain hansen knows everything #bob thorne is the same bob who co-piloted the fireflash gordon rescued in operation crash dive

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cmdr-h-of-the-woods · 1 year

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Lots of firsts!

My new friend and I parted ways at Farkas Dock. My intent was to take some time getting familiar with this new area before jumping much further away. I picked up a few missions, all of which involving retrieval of various items. I’ve been doing quite a bit of that lately, retrieving and/or delivering things. Good way of getting to know the area. Anyway, this person approached me, asking me if I’d go and retrieve something of data for them. It was going to get me a decent amount of credits, so I accepted, and off to Veroandi I went.

I had just dropped from supercruise around the area where I had picked up the signal. But I didn’t even have the time to think about the size of that planet looming on the side of my ship. This time, I wasn’t alone. A message popped up on my comms panel, something from a guy who introduced himself as Johnny Dashwood. "I was just looking for something to kill", he said, "and look what turned up." I barely had the time to comprehend what was going on, he was already hurling at me, weapons out, blasts of coloured fire blinding me. My first hostile encounter. In a panic, I tried to remember how I was even supposed to activate my weapons, while my computer unhelpfully shouted error message after error message at me. And then... the space police showed up and saved my butt. To my greatest surprise, I got out of this without even a scratch.

Alright, Dashwood was no longer a threat, his Viper Mk IV was blown to pieces. Time to focus on the task at hand. Deployed my cargo scoop. Found the item in question. Which turned out to be illegal. Oh great. That will teach me to be more careful about the missions I accept, and who I accept missions from. Holding my breath, I jumped back to AY Indi, trying really hard to ignore the "Illegal cargo" message flashing in a corner of my HUD. And, somehow... I docked unnoticed and collected my dirty money. Phew.

As a new Commander, can I afford to be choosy anyway?

Turns out, I can (a bit). There was nothing else over there that piqued my interest, and I had no intention of risking getting blown to pieces for some unknown client. Time to see if the grass was greener on the other side star. There, I picked up two courier missions, both in the same system. The first one went off without a hitch. Comme une lettre à la poste. The second one, however, was going to be another first for me, because the recipient was at a planetary station. Elder Vision, in Tiolce. I’m noting the name, because... that was my first planetary landing! I actually landed there! It took a few tries – turns out getting close to a planet is one thing, but landing at a precise place, on the right side of said planet, is not so easy.

But, I did it!

And guess who I found there? Cmdr Curious.Sparrow! She was in a new ship, and I didn’t recognise her at first, but it was nice seeing a friendly face. She had a few things to do in neighbouring systems, so I tagged along -- which gave me the opportunity to scan plenty of new systems. I also picked up some new materials, which I am sure will be helpful at some point. We had a lot of fun jumping together from star to star. I wish I could have captured a picture of those simultaneous boosts into hyperspace. Oh, and I got to see a type of star I had not observed before, a Class Y brown dwarf. (As a side note, I wonder if I am ever going to stop having a heart attack whenever I get out of hyperspace facing a giant ball of burning gas.) That might be the one I got a little too close to while charging my FSD for my next jump... ooof that one was hot.

#logbook entry #elite dangerous

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