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Faeries

How to tell if a faerie is near by:

  • Feeling a warm tingles across your skin.
  • Things go missing and then reappear somewhere else in your home. 
  • You see things out of the corner of your eyes.
  • Finding yourself participating in child like activities like skipping or swinging on a swing set.  
  • You come across random floral scented breezes. 
  • You make a habit of bringing nature inside. 
  • You find yourself admiring insects and when you find one in your home you set it free instead of squishing it. 
  • You find yourself stumbling over faerie circles. 
  • You are followed by a crow or raven.
  • You hear mysterious giggling. 
  • You find large patches of four-leaf clovers.

Offerings for the fae:

  • Milk and Honey
  • Anything small and shiny
  • Rings
  • Beads
  • Rocks
  • Crystals
  • Cream
  • Sweets
  • Cakes and Cookies.
  • Clean water

Some Favorite Faerie Rocks:

  • Tigers eyes
  • Peridot
  • Jade
  • Volcanic Rock
  • Fluorite
  • Emerald

Plants that attract faeries:

  • Common yarrow
  • New York aster
  • Shasta daisy 
  • Western giant hyssop or horsemint 
  • French lavender
  • Rosemary
  • Thyme
  • Fountain butterfly bush
  • Orange-eye butterfly bush 
  • Summer lilac
  • Shrubby cinquefoil
  • Common garden petunia
  • Verbenas
  • Pincushion flowers
  • Cosmos 
  • Common zinnia
  • Foxgloves
  • Pansies
  • Clover
  • Toadstools
  • Bluebells
  • Rowan
  • Oak
  • Alder
  • Willow
  • Birch 
  • Apple trees

Sources: earthenergyhealing.com, mysticfamiliar.com, and earthwitchery.com. 

==Moonlight Mystics==

About DLC for Story of Seasons: Trio of Towns

This is John again with an update about the Story of Seasons: Trio of Towns DLC.

The short version is, we haven’t decided whether or not to localize it yet, and if we do, we’ll have to charge for it. Read on for more details.

If it isn’t obvious already, we love Story of Seasons fans and pay attention to your feedback. In addition to our Facebook and Twitter pages, I check other outlets to see what players are talking about. So I wanted to give you an honest update about the DLC situation and see what you have to say about it.

The long version is as follows:

To my knowledge, Trio of Towns is the first game in the long-running series to include post-launch DLC.

The DLC, released for free in four patches over six months in Japan, includes the following:

  1. A new bachelor and bachelorette: Stephanie the contest MC and Woofio. Yes, Woofio the contest judge in the dog suit. This includes new resident and romance events for these characters
  2. A few new events such as your father coming to visit and getting together with friends of the same gender for a meal
  3. The ability to have a child with the game’s secret marriage candidate
  4. A new “performer” story (Which are similar to the TV channels in the previous Story of Seasons)
  5. A new pet, Cheburashka, a Russian cartoon character that has a presence in Japan
  6. New costumes, including ones based on Lest and Frey from Rune Factory 4
  7. New reaction dialogue for different outfits and pets from bachelors and bachelorettes

One of the DLC patches unlocks Stephanie as a Westown resident and marriage candidate. Not to mention she finally has a name.

The total size of the DLC is over 200,000 Japanese characters, making it as large as some games we’ve released. The first Corpse Party, for example, has about 210,000 characters.

The last round of DLC was released in Japan in mid-December, which means that the Japanese text was completed after we’d entered the QA and submission phase of localizing the main game. With DLC of this size, including it in the game would have been impossible under our schedule. It would have forced us to release months after we’d originally planned.

The Performer is a traveling showman who will read one chapter from a story per day. The illustrations are by “guest” artists.

So, will the DLC ever be released in North America? The truth is that we’re still discussing it. Given the size of the DLC, it would cost upwards of six figures to localize it (over half of which is programming and QA costs). For the amount of money and manpower we would need, we could almost release a full other title. The price of the base game in Japan is more than in North America, and they sell about twice as many games as we do here, factors which made it easier for them to release the DLC for free. We are really grateful to fans for their continuing support of the series under its new name, but releasing DLC of this size for free is beyond our means.

This places us squarely between a rock and a hard place. We either don’t localize the DLC at all, or we release it as paid DLC. Neither of these is ideal, but we have to be realistic as a smaller publisher.

The price point we’re looking at, after comparison with other paid DLC with similar content, is $3.99 each for three patches. (Patch 1 and 2 from the Japanese version, which contain less content than 3 and 4, would be combined.) Making for an even more bitter pill is that by charging for the DLC, we would be unable to include Cheburashka (and even offering him for free wouldn’t have guaranteed the license extended out to North America indefinitely). The above details aren’t set in stone, but it is the most likely plan if we do localize the DLC.

In my last blog, I wrote that it kills us to release a game without all the content of the original version. Dealing with this situation has been even harder than removing Hamtaro from the game, as I know that some of you are looking forward to wooing Stephanie or Woofio, or having a child with the secret marriage candidate. We want to work on the DLC. (Though, I don’t know if the person tasked with editing over 500 lines of Woofio dog puns will feel the same.)

Even though there’s no best-case scenario here, we’ve chosen to lay all of this out and see what you all have to say about it. We take your comments seriously, so let us know what you think.

One DLC patch adds Woofio as a marriage candidate. All joking aside, he actually has an interesting backstory.

Sterek A-Z Challenge: one word prompts

Week 14: N - No

The thud of the bass rattled Stiles’ bones as he approached the sketchy club. He’d taken a cab from his and Derek’s apartment as instructed because Derek hadn’t wanted him wandering around the city so late at night by himself, and Stiles actually agreed. New York was nothing like Beacon Hills.

Sure, there was chaos, murder, and mayhem, but of a completely different nature. The supernatural, Stiles could handle, but human…

His third week in the city, Stiles had been mugged. Derek had been furious with him.

It wasn’t a fair representation of the city. New York was great, and so were the people. The city was surprisingly high on the list of safe major cities as opposed to how it was portrayed in the media and Hollywood, but Stiles had been so used to knowing what goes bump in the night, that he had completely forgotten humans could be just a vicious and cruel as any supposed mythical creature.

So, Stiles now cabbed everywhere he went, usually. Of course, the next time he’d ignored Derek’s mild request to take cabs or wait for Derek to pick him up, Stiles was kidnapped by a grief-stricken, slighted werewolf hell bent on revenge against Laura Hale.

Stiles shoved his hands deep into the pockets of his red straight cut jeans that he wore with one of Derek’s sweaters. Not a club outfit, but Stiles wasn’t at the club to party. He was there to listen to Derek DJ his first gig, or whatever it was called. He bypassed the growing line and walked straight up to the big burly bouncer dude holding a clipboard.

“Sup, dude,” Stiles said. He flashed a grin of false confidence as he rocked forward on the balls of his feet. “I’m on the guest list. Stiles Stilinski.”

The bouncer eyed him and snorted before he consulted the clipboard. “Sure. ID,” he said.

“Oh, yeah. Sure.” Stiles fumbled for his wallet, nearly dropping his license when he pulled it out. It was brand new and still glossy. His license had expired a few months ago, and he’d had to renew it in New York. “Here ya go. I’m totally underage. Not trying to sneak in to drink. Just here for the music.”

The bouncer checked his ID, eyes darting between Stiles and his grinning picture, then back down to the guest list. “Sorry, kid. Can’t let you in.”

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What’s Coming in Slime Rancher v0.5.1

Slime Rancher v0.5.1 will be the next significant patch as we gear up for the Glass Desert update in v0.6.0. Here’s a rundown of what to expect in v0.5.1:

7Z Rewards Club

The 7Z Rewards Club is designed to act similarly to a mortgage you pay off in other farm games, only our version is totally optional and issues unique rewards. These rewards include:

- Visual upgrades to various parts of the ranch

- Chroma packs that allow you to recolor the ranch house, vacpack, and ranch tech

- A special vacpack upgrade

- A vending machine of slime toys

It’s important to note that many of these rewards are designed to be prestige items for only the most successful ranchers. You’ll need to work hard into order to get them all!


Letters from Home and Hobson’s Journals

This update will include part one of the journals Hobson left behind as well as an exchange between Beatrix and someone she knows back on Earth. Slime Rancher was never designed to have a sweeping narrative, but we’re hoping that this update will add more dimension to the characters we’ve introduced.


Gordo Snares

A new gadget will be added that allows you to capture gordo slimes at any build site. You can feed and pop them for resource rewards but most likely you’ll just want to keep them as big ol’ slime buddies. 


Echo Net

Another new gadget we’re adding will allow you to collect echoes more easily in the Ancient Ruins. You’ll still get them in extractors, but an echo net never breaks and only collects echoes.


Auto Feeder Improvements

The auto feeder will have three speed settings to choose from, allowing you to customize the amount of food that it distributes.


Ranch Expansion: The Docks

Finally, a new ranch expansion will be added that will grant four additional ranch patches and a couple other features. 

Aside form other fixes and smaller things, that about cover the major features of the next patch. We hope you enjoy it and are as excited for the big Glass Desert update that arrives later on!

How to breed hybrids:

  1. set them up like above, four in a little daimond formation with a jacob’s ladder or fertilizer in the center.
  2. Stand at the top to water with a gold can or water all of them (including the ladder) daily
  3. Make sure it’s on the beach to protect it from move ins or being accidentally trampled
  4. You’ll get 1-3 new hybrids each day.

That’s it. The less flowers you water the more chances you have to get hybrids, so ONLY WATER THE FOUR and have a patch of dirt to place the offspring for later. I’ve made all the flowers you see here useing that method as well as like 16 blue roses and 5-6 carnations of varied colors

Note: gold roses and Jacob’s ladders don’t breed themselves, you gotta breed black roses and let them wilt to get gold and then you gotta have a perfect town and cliff space to get more ladders.

Patches for Sale!!!

The devotional patches are up for sale!!! I have available:

Jormungandr’s “Heal Via Ruin”

Fenrir’s Devour “Your Oppressors”

Ymir’s Life Support

A Muspelheim jotun’s “Heat and Pressure Make Gems Grow”

and Ragnarok “… And Monsters Shall Seize the Earth”

there’s also a bundle deal for the four small patches

and a bundle deal for all five

There’s not a lot stocked right now mainly because I wasn’t sure of the level of interest but if they go quickly I’ll definitely work on stocking more.

These patches are hand sewn and hand painted on polyester fabric. Each patch is hemmed to prevent fraying.

elsa12tmnt  asked:

Hey, random question, I know sometimes you talk about certain techniques you use with your colored pencils, and youre on your break, so here's a ask you can put in your pocket for a slow day: How do you do that translucent Napstablook effect on your art? It looks AMAZING! And really cool!

Aha!! One of my favorite effects to get to do! Are you ready? It’s tutorial time!!


⭐️TUTORIAL TIME!⭐️

HOW TO DO A TRANSLUCENT NAPSTABLOOK IN COLORED PENCIL

Before I even let you know what you will need, a very important thing to mention is that a lot of the time when working with the translucency effect, there will be something BEHIND Napstablook, and while you’re penciling in and inking your lil’ Blooky it might be a good idea to lightly draw whatever is behind them. 

In the first two examples I did that, and it helps enhance the translucency effect  much more as opposed to the third example in which I didn’t lightly outline the stuff behind them.

Alright! Now, let’s get to the meat of the tutorial.

You will need: an inked-in Blooky to color, a white colored pencil, whatever your background colors are (I’m using Violet Blue, Cloud Blue, and Imperial Violet, the colors I use for Waterfall!) and pink for optional blush.

⭐️STEP ONE: color the background. This will be very helpful when you move on to step two, so color that background however you intend to. Fully saturate (press down just hard enough for the color to be smooth) and everything.

⭐️STEP TWO: with the same color(s) you used for the background, lightly pass over Napstablook’s surface area. In this specific example I’m avoiding the edges, which is something I occasionally do in order to keep Napstablook a little more separate from the background. However, in a lot of cases I do cover their whole area.

⭐️STEP THREE: with the white colored pencil, saturating, color in the entire area of Napstablook. Make sure that the light layer of color you set down beccomes relatively smooth.

⭐️STEP FOUR: patch it up! The color is most likely not going to look perfect after the first pass with the white, so do any patchups you need (and be sure to smooth them back out with the white colored pencil!), lightly apply blush if you want, and they’re done!

I hope this helped to answer your question!✨

Red - Part 9

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7 - Part 8 - You Are Here - Part 10


[Note: Poor, poor Aurora. Eric’s mind games have officially escalated to a new level and what in the world is a little Amity transfer to do? 😩All I can say is handle with caution cause this content gets a little hot… 🔥🔥🔥 Tagging @elaacreditava aaaand @dreamingoffandomscenarios!]

Rated: M for Mature (violence, language, and sexual content). Please enjoy!

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Amity was a very different place compared to Dauntless. The longer Aurora spent away from it, the more it felt like a different planet altogether or like it never really existed at all. 

In Amity, loyalty was given freely and not bought. Affection was a natural part of life, like growing taller or losing your first tooth. It was easy to laugh and talk with strangers. Abnegation may have been the leading role in selflessness, but anything Amity did, it did out of love. Summers were filled with crackling fires, cheery folk songs, and flower crowns made out of wild daisies. 

At night, when Aurora couldn’t sleep, she could crawl out of bed and pad barefoot down the walk outside of her small cabin to see the stars open up above her. Crickets trilled softly in the grass, and the whispers of the breeze against the tree leaves was a gentle song that always helped to lull her to sleep. She thought she heard a very distant howl once that she swore sounded like the cry of a child, but her father had told her that it was nothing, just her imagination, go back to sleep. 

There were, however, similarities between the two factions as well. 

The bravery that she sucked in through her teeth and filled her chest with had not changed. It still twisted in her gut and replaced the blood in her veins with wildfire. The way her heart pounded then skipped was still the same, and the way she had to stop her voice from shaking when she stood up for herself. 

The sensation of a punch when hard knuckles met the curve of her jaw still felt the same as well. That moment of blind numbness where her senses were scattered and she didn’t quite know what had happened until the sharp ache of pain punched right through the fog cloud, and afterwards her jaw was stiff and hard to move. Sometimes her lip was split and she tasted coppery blood where the edge of her teeth had cut into the flesh of her mouth. 

The first time she had ever been punched, she was five years old. 

When she tried to think back to that time, she couldn’t recall what she had done to deserve it. She couldn’t remember where it had happened, inside her house or in the barn. She didn’t remember what she was wearing or where her brother had been or what time of day it was. 

She things she did remember were still fresh in her mind, years later. The crashing sound of her father storming down the hall towards her. The wooden floorboards had shaken and Aurora had covered her ears with her hands because she thought maybe she would go deaf. The way the door frame splintered when her father kicked it in, and Aurora practically jumped out of her skin. The feral, unhinged anger that flashed through his dark eyes and the way he roared so loud, he spat. The words he said were jumbled with rage, and Aurora never caught exactly what it was that he screamed at her. 

She remembered being pulled up so violently by the collar of her shirt, her head snapped back and her neck was sore for days afterwards. He had hit her so suddenly, she never saw his fist coming and couldn’t pinpoint the exact moment when his sharp knuckles made contact with her soft, round face. In fact, she wasn’t even sure what had happened at first. She had never been hit before. She had never been struck by anything at all, ever. Stars had leapt into her vision and she blinked in a total daze. At some point, her father had released her, because suddenly she was lying on the floor, but her legs wouldn’t work. 

Panting with anger, her father had taken a step back and spat once at his own feet before wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. It wasn’t the realization of what he had done that erased the fury from his face. It wasn’t the fact that he had just lashed out at his own child. It was the fact that Aurora did not cry out. It had happened so fast, maybe she simply didn’t have time to. But even when she grabbed her face and her skin turned bright red and began to swell, her vivid green eyes remained unclouded by tears. Any child would feel betrayed when their guardian hurt them, and even if Aurora didn’t understand why her father struck her, she didn’t seek comfort. Not from him, not from her brother, not from anyone anywhere in Amity. No one would ever know. 

With his steam all used up, he had turned and stomped heavily back down the hall, leaving Aurora behind to pick herself up off the ground. 

That was the first time Aurora had ever been punched. 

 ……………….. 

Aurora wasn’t sure whether or not she should obey what Eric said to her. 

Every morning, five o’ clock. 

 She told herself not to listen, that he didn’t actually mean that now he required her to meet him before training started. But she had enough doubt in her head to feel uneasy when she considered just staying in bed. She knew that if she disobeyed him, a direct order, that he could punish her any way he pleased. Maybe next time she would not survive a fall into the chasm. 

So it was fear that caused Aurora to shiver and quietly climb out of bed in the dark. Her stomach was twisting with apprehension and she had no idea what to expect from the Dauntless Leader. Half of her hoped that she would be stopped by someone on her way to the gym, maybe someone who would give her a different order or demand for her to go back to the dorm. The other half of her prayed he wouldn’t be there. She would have rather been the butt of a joke- she could tolerate being laughed at for being so gullible. 

But those prayers did no good at all, because Eric was waiting patiently at the wide entrance to the gym, leaning with one foot propped against the wall. When he looked up and saw Aurora bathed in the half light, he had enough grace to be pleasantly surprised for a moment before he donned the cold, hard mask that Aurora was used to. 

“I didn’t think you’d show up,” he said as he pushed off the wall and came to stand in front of her. Aurora passively noticed that he smelled too good to be so mean; freshly showered and dabbed with a cologne that reminded her vaguely of herbs and spices and a sweetness that she couldn’t place. When he spoke, she could smell the faint smoke of cigarettes on his breath. 

“I didn’t think I had a choice,” she said curtly, rubbing her arms a little self consciously. It was difficult to look him in the eyes.  

He smirked. “You didn’t.” 

Aurora chewed her lip and looked around. There was no equipment set out in the gym and she hoped he wouldn’t make her run again. Her legs still ached terribly from yesterday. 

“So what are we doing? Why do I have to train with you? I’m not failing.” 

Eric nodded and wrapped an arm around Aurora’s waist. Her breath froze and she looked up at him anxiously as though it might be a trap. His hand was barely touching her, was not hurting her at all, but she had enough sense to be weary of everything he did. A lion hiding in plain sight. 

“It’s not for your initiation,” he confided, and Aurora couldn’t make sense of it. “I’m taking you somewhere.” With the arm that was wrapped around her, he guided Aurora away from the gym and down a hall she had never been to before. The hair prickled on the back of her neck and she tried to keep her feet coordinated even though a steady trickle of fear was beginning to unsettle her. 

“Where are you taking me?” She asked nervously, trying to memorize the turns they were taking in case she needed to get away. A deer planning for an escape route. 

She felt his rumbling chuckle in her chest. “You can stop worrying, Aurora. If I wanted to hurt you, I could have done it a hundred times already- no offense, but you’re not special enough for me to wake up at four in the morning just to off you.” 

She knew it was meant to make her feel more at ease, but it only stirred up a new cocktail of uncertainty. But if Eric was anything, she didn’t think he was a liar… Well, at least not in this case. 

Aurora allowed him to lead her through twisting corridors and then up steep, uneven steps. Her feet stumbled once on the top of the stairs, but Eric caught her before she could fall. He didn’t laugh at her clumsiness or give away any sign that it bothered him at all, as she would have thought he would. Aurora, however, could barely hear over the pounding of her heart. 

Eric rounded a corner and Aurora was faced with a setting she had never seen before, especially not in Dauntless. 

The spacious room was surprisingly well lit and clean, with barely a single smudge on the shining dark tile floor. There was a long desk situated to the left where a computer monitor sat idle. It looked like the kind of place where one would find a secretary answering phone call after phone call and bustling around to take her boss’ orders. 

To her right, there was a row of chairs against the wall that didn’t look very comfortable. Then again, this place probably wasn’t meant to be. ‘Principal’s office’ came to mind. 

Directly opposite from where Aurora stood, there was a door with a window blocked by blinds. It looked so strange in a compound where most entrances were only rectangular cutouts in the ancient rock. But she supposed this was the most private setting she had seen since transferring here. 

She looked to Eric for an answer, but he only pushed her forward. 

Eric led her directly to the door, that he swiftly unlocked and swung open. Aurora wasn’t sure what to expect, but it was not this… 

It was an office similar to the lobby outside, with matching floors and limited decor. The desk was very similar to the one that Aurora had seen when Four patched up her hands, only newer and better taken care of. There were various folders and papers strewn all over it, and a flatscreen monitor in hibernation mode. 

In front of the desk, were two leather chairs that were of matching condition. The legs of the chairs were scuffed, probably from being moved across the hard floor. 

There was also a small fridge, a filing cabinet, an intercom speaker on the wall, and a bare coat rack in the corner. 

“Is this… your office?” Aurora asked, the words feeling peculiar coming from her mouth. 

“Whose office would it be, if not mine?” Eric closed the door behind them and Aurora startled when she heard him slide the lock. He saw the look in her eyes and removed his arm from her waist. 

“What did I tell you, Aurora?” He reminded her roughly and strode across the room towards the desk. He turned expectantly back to her and rolled his eyes with impatience. “Do I need to pull you over here like a child?” 

Aurora forced her feet to move and she looked around awkwardly, not sure whether to sit or stand or lay on the floor. Her mind was trying to work through the possible reasons for her being summoned here, with him, so early in the morning, but she was drawing blanks. She didn’t understand why any of this was necessary. 

“Sit,” he commanded. Aurora didn’t hesitate to drop herself into the closest seat at the very edge. Her back was rigid with tension and she didn’t remove her eyes from Eric. She probably looked exactly like a kid preparing themselves to be scorned by a teacher for acting up in class… Only it wasn’t detention she was nervous about. 

He turned to face her and hoisted himself up to sit on the desk. His heavy boots thumped against the wood with a hollow thud. Aurora found it strange that he didn’t just sit in the twin chair beside her or behind the desk. This was obviously his office. It smelled just like him. It was also barren, just like his emotional spectrum. Bleak. 

“I didn’t single you out for some spiteful game. I’m not training you to make you better for your initiation. I’m not stupid, Aurora, I already know you’ll pass it.” 

Aurora could only stare at him as his words slowly registered in her brain. She had a bad habit of trying to guess what the outcome would be before it happened, and she supposed that would do her no good now. She didn’t know where all of this was coming from. 

“You won’t be going through your initiation with the other transfers. You’re going to accompany me on a little mission that has been in the works for some weeks now. If you do well, you not only pass, but you’ll get to choose whatever job you want when it’s all finished.” This version of Eric was strictly businesslike, like he were brokering a deal. 

Aurora didn’t answer at first. She did nothing other than stare at him with her confused green eyes. When she continued her silence without any sort of response, he thrummed his fingers against the desk impatiently. 

Eric sighed and hopped down. He pulled Aurora up by her hands and brought her forward to look at the documents stacked all over the place, as though that would straighten everything out in her head. 

“Look,” he said, pointing to the paper on top. Her eyes skimmed over the neatly typed passages, but only a few words could settle in her spiraling mind.

Factionless… Unauthorized weapons… Surveillance… Unrest… 

“For the past few months, groups of Factionless have been gathering just outside the city. Small units have been able to scatter them pretty easily until now. It’s the makings of a revolt, and somehow they’ve managed to get their hands on Dauntless weapons and ammunition… So we need to break up the entire operation before they begin making too much noise.” His finger traced over the document as he spoke, navigating Aurora’s gaze across the pages. 

This was too much information all at once. When she woke up this morning, she didn’t know if she would be back in the hospital or if she was the victim of a cruel joke. The chance of being Factionless by the end of the week had been very real. 

Now the man she feared the most was recruiting her for a mission she had no idea existed- or even had a purpose for existing. 

Aurora backed away and ran her fingers through her hair, trying to give herself a moment to sort through all the information. 

Eric watched her closely, reading every emotion as it flitted across her face. 

“Why do you want me in on this? Choose someone else. You literally have an entire faction to choose from. I just don’t get it,” she finally admitted with a shake of her head. “You’re so confusing. I don’t get you. One moment you hate me, the next you’re trying to team up with me? You don’t make any damn sense, Eric.” His name scraped more harshly out of her mouth than she intended it to. 

His eyes narrowed fractionally and the deep blue color of them darkened. 

Uh oh. Aurora knew that look. He was offended. 

“You should know by now that I get what I want, Aurora. And I want you on this mission.” His voice was low and thick and the ghost of a smile turned the corner of his lips upwards. “You want me to show you how much I want it?” 

Aurora totally blanked. Her pulse quickened and suddenly the air was getting heavy again. 

“W-what?” This had to be a dream. 

 Eric turned on her so quickly, she had no time at all to react. One moment he was just standing there, and the next he was grabbing her and spinning her around and pinning her with his full weight so that she was forced back against the desk with a startled yelp. Her mouth opened reflexively in surprise, and he took complete advantage of it. His tongue traced her bottom lip before catching it with his teeth and pulling it to force her open wider. Her breath hitched and he could taste the surprise on her. 

Unlike the first time that Eric kissed her, this time was not clouded by alcohol. There was no whiskey to make him clumsy, nor to make her slow. His nerve endings were not dulled by the sluggish drink, and he could feel every single inch of her pressed against his body. So fragile, so easy to move, so tempting. 

His hands planted firmly on the desk at Aurora’s sides, gripping the polished edge until his knuckles were white, and blocking off every possible route of escape for the short redheaded girl from Amity. He crushed her against him with his hips, forcing her ass up onto the table where she was eye level and he could deepen the kiss. Her body hadn’t quite caught up to his own yet, and he growled low in the back of his throat with unrestrained fervor. Without moving his hands, he pressed into her and roughly forced her knees apart. Though she was scarcely meeting him halfway, she did not try to free herself as she had with Evan the night Eric found her outside the club. She was tense with inexperience, but her mouth was willing and she gradually conformed to his touch as though fitting herself to him. 

Her legs were so dainty and she was so small compared to him, she could barely wrap her thighs around his waist. 

When Aurora began to gasp for air, Eric broke away from the kiss, dragging his lips to the corner of her mouth, the edge of her jaw, the sensitive skin just below her ear, and down the elegant swoop of her neck. The sound of her panting for breath, her chest fluttering beneath him, her face blushing rosy pink, back arching as her pulse raced… It was enough to drive him wild in a way that he thought no Amity girl ever could. 

He had to touch her. He had to feel her. 

He grabbed the backs of her thighs and roughly pulled her into him, lifting her up off of the table. He hissed through his teeth when she was ground against the erection that was straining against his pants. She whimpered when she felt the size of him against her, separated by far too much fabric that he desperately wanted to rip away. Finally, finally, he felt her arms wrap around his neck, and he smiled darkly into the curve of her throat. 

He traced a path from one shoulder to the other, using his tongue to soothe the flesh that he nipped. He hoped he left bruises, hoped that he would create a trail of where his mouth had been and when she touched those bruises with her fingertips later on, she would remember the feeling of his mouth hot against her skin.. She tasted so sweet, so warm, so fucking delicious. 

Aurora curled her fingers into his hair. Whether it was subconscious or intentional, she used this leverage to increase the friction of him between her thighs. He groaned hoarsely in approval, and responded by grinding himself into her so hard that she moaned. The passionate, breathy sound of it shot an electric tremor straight through him, spurring him on and sending him into a frenzy. 

He wanted to tear her clothes off, wanted to hold her so hard and so tight that the prints of his fingers would be permanently marked on her body. But if he didn’t stop right now, he wasn’t going to be able to keep himself from throwing her down onto the floor and having his way with her in every possible way, and he doubted she had ever been fucked before. And god he wanted to fuck her so hard. 

Eric reluctantly pulled back just enough to look at her while still keeping himself between her legs. Her eyes were bright and unfocused, pupils dilated until her irises were only thin green rings. His breath fanned her face, blowing loose strands of hair that whisped behind her ears. Her lips were already swollen, delicate bruises springing to life down the column of her throat. 

As fast as his heart was beating, hers was thrumming ten times faster. 

“Do you want to stop?” He breathed, hoping the answer would be no. If she didn’t want this, he wouldn’t force her, but the thought of being inside of her was enough to drive him crazy and goddamn he was so fucking hard. 

Aurora hesitated for a fraction of a second while she caught her breath. She didn’t release him, didn’t try to push him away, didn’t try to squirm off of the desk. But he saw the uncertainty pool in her eyes and he knew she wasn’t ready. It was almost as though she realized what was happening for the first time. 

The excited glimmer in her eyes faded into confusion, and then doubt, and then she was pushing him away. She put her hand on his chest and pushed weakly, with hardly more strength than a baby bird. But Eric backed off when she wanted him to, even though he had to grit his teeth to move his feet. His initial reaction was to be angry at the rejection, and he caught himself wanting to tell her to get out then, but no predator ever caught their prey by jumping right in. He was a lion, and lions waited. 

With a deep breath, Eric gave her space to clumsily slide off the desk. Her face was flushed and there were obvious bite marks dusting across her collarbone, but he didn’t point them out to her. Instead, he ran a hand through his short hair, trying to compose himself. It was too early in the morning to be that turned on only to be turned off again. Fuck. 

Aurora didn’t- or couldn’t- look at him. Only at the floor. 

“Um… I-I need to go now,” she stammered, then suddenly seemed to realize who she was talking to. “Er, p-please sir. If that’s all…” 

“Go on then.” He growled it out without meaning for it to be quite so sharp. She recoiled at it though as if he had reached out and physically slapped her. But before he could correct himself, she was lurching forward towards the door as though she might be sick. 

“Aurora!” Eric shouted over his shoulder. He knew she heard him because of the falter in her step, though she didn’t pause. “We leave in three days. You won’t be training with the other initiates. I still have to go over protocol with you and you still need to learn how to shoot properly.” Back to business, as usual, going over lists and priorities in his head. His chest was still heaving but he reigned himself in easily. 

 Aurora slammed the door behind her and Eric was left in the silence of his office. That is, before the phone began to ring.

Guardian Angel

Pairing: James Nicholls x reader

Summary: You’re a British nurse working on the frontline. When a cavalry charge goes badly goes wrong, it brings a badly injured Captain James Nicholls into your life

Warnings: Mentions of war, kind of graphic descriptions of injuries

A/N: I’m sitting in my onesie listening to Samantha Barks and watching War Horse while writing this. #lifegoals

Originally posted by hiddlestatic

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Patch Over

Tig: Wow, Jury’s got all that beautiful pussy, man. It’s gonna be a four-shot patch over party.
Clay: Unfortunately, you’re driving the precious cargo.
Tig: No, no. Christ, Clay. Come on. You need me.
Clay: Hey. Hey. Last time you had free range on pussy, you throat-pumped two brownies. Your D.N.A. Almost brought us down. Besides, you’re the only one I can trust to handle this.
Tig: Come on! Hauling barrels. Let the prospect go with Juice!
Clay: What prospect?

lloyd, posting an extremely close up blurry selfie in his ninja hood on his blog the-green-ninja-is-gay for the fourth time that week: guys i saw the green ninja in lego costco buying one banana and four bags of sour patch kids and he told me he hated all straight people! what could that mean he’s so mysterious :/

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My wife wanted to print a Nirvana shirt for herself, so we did a few back patches for the store while we were printing. I love the yellow ink on the grey fabric. If I hadn’t run out of ink, I would have printed more, but only ended up being enough ink for four patches. Available here.

Gif Submission:

Pair: Jim Moriarty x Reader

Prompt: You’re a skilled hacker who has found yourself working underneath the most dangerous criminal in the world. After trial, error, and generous amounts of rage and fighting, Moriarty finally finds that it’s time to pop the big question.

Warnings: None.

Word Count: 1,826

Author’s Note: Oh god, so sorry this took so long. ;-;. Any gif used is not my own. Credit goes to the original gif-maker.

Requested by: @ohyesmarvel

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