luna

ugh

It has been scanned and put up on the sites if anyone wants to buy their own print or whatever. Did it with ink and coffee like usual. Link; www.redbubble.com/shop/ap/1680... #fallout #falloutnewvegas #falloutnv

cracking open a cold one

your mind is a wonderful place

this is so felt

“tie you open for it” BEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

i’m imagining how they’re just standing around talking to someone and lucy comes up behind cooper and wraps her arms around his waist and rests her forehead between his shoulders and he doesn’t even pause talking because this is so normal for them

absolutely iconic

i LOVE christmas in connecticut. where’s my au for this in literally every single fandom ever

i’m free all day every day sir

me rn

it isn’t clear who kissed who first. they both move forward at the same time and completely lose themselves in the other and forget everything else around them

It was like waking up in a fire. Everything hurt. She couldn’t even scream, the pain was so overwhelming. It just hurt, hurt, hurt — so much she could barely think. She couldn’t see — was she blind? Did they blind her? Or was it just dark? She tried desperately to think back, think through the pain. What had been happening before this? She had been found. After two years on the run, she had been found by the Capitol. She had tried to live. She had gotten away, she had escaped. She was free. But they had found her. They had found her and they were going to drag her back into the Games, to make an example of her. Maybe she was already there, inside the arena. The pain all over her body was everything she had feared in the Games. Stabbed in the stomach, sliced across her back. It felt like someone had taken a machette and carved up her back into ribbons, torn into her muscles and set every nerve ablaze.

Tears leaked out, unbidden, because it was the only thing her body could do. “I need to keep you sedated. I know it hurts. It’ll be better soon, I swear.” The whoosh of a pump and she felt herself hurtling toward unconsciousness. But she recognised that voice. She had loved that voice, that person, once upon a time. Her dreams were a horror reel. She watched the other tributes murder each other, over again and again; she watched herself kiss Coryo; she watched his desperation in the woods in the rain. “You’re safe here with me, Lucy Gray.” Liar. Liar. Traitor. “You saved me, Lucy Gray.” Murderer. She slipped in and out of consciousness; the only sounds she ever heard were clinical beeping of the machines attached

On the anniversary of tbosas I thought I'd bring over this beloved dead dove #snowbaird of mine :)

tw // non-con body modification

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Bringing this over from twt. It was originally posted for @snowbairdprompts.bsky.social's 'Baby' prompt:

#snowbaird nsfw dead dove, non-con drugging, forced orgasm, non-con body modification; 985 words, 4 panels

A continuation in this universe: bsky.app/profile/noct...

i’m YELLING. god this is so delicious

#snowbaird 147 words
written for the 'in a cage' prompt for @snowbairdprompts.bsky.social

Set in the same universe as this dead dove snowbaird: bsky.app/profile/noct...

lucy gray thinking she’s never going to sing for him again…hmm. we’ll see about that

them thinking their pining is unrequited…how painful and how delicious

attached to her and that voice, the words of a devil. Until one day, she woke, and there were no more wires, or tubes, or beeping. She was lying on her stomach on a clean white cot. Naked. Her back was still sore, and her shoulders felt heavier than anything. She felt imbalanced. Something white — a feather — brushed against her arm, and she started, then winced as she tried to get to a sitting position. She fell over in the cot and a full feathered wing suddenly struck out to her right. Horror spread across her face. No, no. He couldn’t have. “What did you do to me?” She tried to reach back, feel her shoulder blades, but her arm muscles screamed in protest. “I couldn’t live without my special songbird, Lucy Gray.”

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Shoutout to @folklorisms.bsky.social for being there when I brainrotted this originally lol

this is still a work of art

let them be an overly PDA couple at home!!

i’m 100% in agreement. there are so many elements that can be explored through sex, etc. that isn’t always explored in fics. one of my favorites is a casual bdsm/sex/kink relationship that starts turning into a romantic one and the yearning of wanting it to be more is just 🤌

they’re insufferable in public because they no longer have to hide

i say fuck what other people think and go for it. i will 100% be seated for whatever you write. there are a lot of people in the fandom that i know personally that very kink/sex heavy fics so you’ll definitely have an audience

this is the best description i’ve ever heard

every time she posts something i go 🥰🥰🥰🥰

An edited photo of Alina Starkov wearing a black and gold gown and jeweled crown

A photo of Jessie Mei Li wearing Alina's nightgown. The photo has been painstakingly edited to remove an arm and clapper that were in frame.

An edited photo of Alina Starkov from season 2 of shadow and bone. She is wearing a black nightgown instead of a cream nightgown.

An edited photo of Ben Barnes carrying Jessie Mei Li. Jessie is wearing a black kefta instead of brown, and they are standing in front of the fountain from season 1.

Since I can't seem to share GIFs atm, I will reshare some of my favourite colour-edits. #darklina #alinastarkov

the ghoul the myth the legend

12) list 3 ships you currently love.

darklina, ghoulcy, and taggie/rupert