inside the docks

Gravity (one shot)

Word Count: 6,867

Pairing: Female Reader x Namjoon

Genre: Zero Gravity Smut, Sci-Fi AU

Trigger Warning: Death, Explicit Sex

Theme Song

Author’s Note: Ummm, this is my first time writing something like this. >.>

Status: On Route

Location: Galaxy 23x-09, currently passing Planet Andromeda 9.

Mission: Transport Cargo

You leaned back on the seat and watched the hologram map on the dashboard. It showed three small ships heading in your direction very slowly. Your eyes darted back and forth from the readings of each of the ships and any sign of military drones entering space from the current planet that you were orbiting. You quickly reached out and pressed a button on the control boards to communicate with the only other passenger with you on the mission. Namjoon, the engineer on the ship had with you from the beginning of the journey, collecting the cargo. He was currently suited up and waiting at the large hanger for the ships to dock inside. This was a rescue mission.

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How my Wife was corrupted. Part 1

When I first met my wife she was a shy innocent school teacher. She had only ever been with one man before me and she said he had a tiny dick. I remember how tight her pussy was and how much work it took to get my dock inside her. She was very reserved and would only have sex missionary style and and always made me wear condoms. She would give blow jobs but never let me cum in her mouth or anywhere on her body. She never denied me sex but would never allow cum to touch any part of her body. We quickly got engaged and was married just 6 months after meeting. In an attempt to be romantic we decide to stay apart and go without contact the week before we were married. I also insisted that she have a bachelorette party with her friends which were also teachers. This week apart would ultimately be my downfall and her path to becoming another mans property. The following accounts of that week, I have just recently learned from my wife.
Beth told me that nothing happened the first two nights, but that she was extremely horny and lonely not being able to see or talk to me. She said she was starting to regret our agreement, but thought her bachelorette party on Wednesday night might keep her occupied. Wednesday rolled around and her closest friend Sara came by to help her get ready. She said she felt very slutty and uncomfortable leaving the house in a miniskirt but her friend insisted to let loose and have fun, that soon she would have a ball and chain and be stuck as a house wife. Her friends openly disapproved of her marring me and always said she needed to date other men before settling down and that I was too old for her anyways. Beth said once they got to the bar her friend started pressuring her to drink, which she finally gave into even though she isn’t a big drinker at all. After about two drinks she said she was buzzing and that’s when Mike first showed up at their table and asked for a dance. Her friends insisted she go and she finally gave into the peer pressure, but she said she felt very guilty as he led her to the dance floor. The night continued and Beth continued to drink. She said as she became drunker she felt less guilty dancing with Mike and he got bolder at holding her close and fondling her ass. But she admits she had no desire or thought of going home with him.
Beth had made plans of staying the night with Sara because she didn’t want her mother to see her drunk. It was close to time to leave when Mike asked her for one last dance. Beth said she tried to refuse but Sara insisted so she gave in one last time. When they came back to the table there was a note on a napkin from Sara. It said, “Sorry Beth I had to go, some hot guy offered to take me home. Mike is a good friend he will take care of you, besides this is your last night to have fun.” Beth said there was a smiley face with horns drawn on the napkin as well. Beth said she began to panic and wanted to call someone to come get her, but none of her family would approve of her drunken state. Mike offered to take her home and she explained she couldn’t go home because her mother wouldn’t approve of her being drunk. So Mike offer his place, said he had a spare room. Beth said she new better but feeling she had no other option she reluctantly and nervously agreed, besides her friend Sara had vouched for him. Sara had actually set her up and asked Mike to seduce Beth in hopes of stopping the wedding. Beth told me that Mike was a complete gentleman helping her to the car and opening the door and all the other good stuff.
Beth said during the ride to Mike’s house she said she could feel the alcohol clouding her judgement as she allowed Mike to place his hand in her thighs. She said felt she owed it to him for taking care of her, but would stop his hand before he would contact her pussy. She said she knew it was wrong but she could feel her pussy getting wetter and wetter by the moment. Once they arrived at Mike’s house he led her to the bed room and showed her the bed room which had an attached bathroom. Beth said she went straight to the bathroom to pee and get ready for bed. She said it was at this time she realized all her clothes were in Sara’s car. She decided to sleep in her panties and shirt, she was Ina guest room and could shut and lock the door right. That was her drunkened reasonings anyways.
When Beth came out of the bathroom she saw Mike right away. She said she was stunned and had expected him to be in his own bedroom. She said she was even farther sunned to see him sitting on the bed naked slowly stroking his hard dick. She said her first instinct was to run but realized the bedroom door was shut and the lights were off. But the light from the bathroom was shinning on Mike’s naked body. She said she just stood frozen in her lacy see through panties. Mike broke the silence by saying look what you have done to me, nodding toward his hard dick. Beth said her mouth was dry and she couldn’t speak, but said she could feel herself getting even wetter. She said she was amazed at how handsome and sexy his body was, how the light seemed to gleaner on his muscles. She said she was still frozen and speechless when Mike finally got up off the bed and waked towards her still slightly stroking his hard dick.
When Mike reached her, he kissed her without warning and she surprised herself by kissing him back. She said it was a long passionate kiss that sent her sexual excitement over the edge. As the the long passionate kiss ended, Beth said she managed to say, “I can’t, I am engaged”. But Mike ignored her and place her left hand on his dick, and began kissing her again. During this kiss he began to finger her and she said she was powerless to stop him and to her surprise, she realized she was stroking his dick with her hand. Beth said when the second kiss finally ended she looked down at her hand and couldn’t believe what she was doing. Then Mike pushed her down to her knees, she said she didn’t even resist. But once on her knees she saw my engagement ring sparkle on her hand that was stroking his hard dick. She said she felt guilty once again and looked up at Mike and said I can’t, I am getting married. Mike put his hands on the back of her head and slowly pulled her mouth to his dick. She said her body didn’t resist and she slowly allowed Mike’s large dick fill her mouth.
Beth said it was like a reflex had taken over and she slowly began to sucks Mike’s dick. Working up and down the shaft and taking as much of it into her mouth as possible. She said she felt out of control, she always said she would never be on her knees for a man, but here she was on her knees sucking a strangers dick and in the light nevertheless. Both a first for this reserved teacher. Beth said she could feel Mike’s dick to even get harder as she sucked and then he look at me but keep sucking. She said it was more like a command instead of s request and she said she felt degraded but could resist. She said Mike looked down at her and said Sara tells me you have never had a man cum in your mouth before and he smiled. Beth said she panicked and tried to pull away but Mike held her hair tight. He said no don’t stop, this is the best blow job anyone has ever given me. Keep going and don’t stop looking at me. Beth said his demand, compliments, and power cause her to comply with his requests and she continued to make love to his dick with her mouth, but he never released his grip on her hair. Soon Mike moaned and his dick started shooting cum into her mouth, her reaction was to pull away but Mike held her fact and humped into her mouth as he continued to cum. She said her mouth was quickly filling with cum and Mike wouldn’t release her, he said swallow baby we don’t want my cum to go to waste do we. With little choice Beth began swallowing and slowly Mike relaxed his grip. He pulled his dick from her mouth, looked down and smiled, and said, “that wasn’t so bad was it baby”. She sat there on her knees realizing she had kneeled at the feet of a man, given a blow job in the light, looked into a mans eyes while sucking his dick, let him cum in her mouth, and swallow. All were first for her and all were things she swore she would never do. And to top it off it was for a man she had only met hours ago.

To be continued in the part 2


Chapter 3: Episode 7

           We stopped outside the dock manager’s office and the boy turned eagerly to me. “What do I do?” He asked excitedly.
           “You? Wait outside,” I said flatly. “And try not to self-combust or whatever it is idiots do.”
           “Oh.” His face fell. I smirked and stepped inside the office.
           The dock manager was a crotchety man of questionable hygiene. His beady eyes assessed me as I entered. I could tell he had something to say before I’d even begun, so I let him take the wheel. I might not have been opposed to murder, but our policy here in Bedlam was “Negotiations First”. Stinky Dock Manager had about five minutes to decide which way this meeting was going to go.
            “I know what you’re here for and you—all you—can just shove it! I know what you did to Windermere!” He yelped, his voice awfully shaky for someone who had started out with such a burst of confidence.
            “Very well. I see you’re an informed man, Mr. Isaac. I’ll be blunt with you, then. Windermere was collateral damage. Unfortunately, these things do happen.” I waved my hand dismissively. “But the new management is ready to take every measure to improve our relationship with you.”
            “No. I know your kind. Killers. The Windermere family have owned and operated the docks for generations. We answer to them.”
            Well, this is just tedious.
             I sighed. “I’m really hoping you’ll change your mind. Threatening bodily harm is so drab.”
            “You wanna threaten me? I’ll show you!” He reached behind him and my eyes narrowed, my body tensing, ready for a fight. And then…
            “HEY Z! WATCH OUT HE’S GOT A GUN!”
            The dock manager swung his arm wide, pointing his gun at my ill-fated ward and I smacked a hand to my forehead. “Daj nemoj zezati.”

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An American investment banker was at the pier of a small coastal Mexican village when a small boat with just one fisherman docked. Inside the small boat were several large yellowfin tuna. The American complimented the Mexican on the quality of his fish and asked how long it took to catch them.

The Mexican replied, “only a little while. The American then asked why didn’t he stay out longer and catch more fish? The Mexican said he had enough to support his family’s immediate needs. The American then asked, “but what do you do with the rest of your time?”

The Mexican fisherman said, “I sleep late, fish a little, play with my children, take siestas with my wife, Maria, stroll into the village each evening where I sip wine, and play guitar with my amigos. I have a full and busy life.” The American scoffed, “I am a Harvard MBA and could help you. You should spend more time fishing and with the proceeds, buy a bigger boat. With the proceeds from the bigger boat, you could buy several boats, eventually you would have a fleet of fishing boats. Instead of selling your catch to a middleman you would sell directly to the processor, eventually opening your own cannery. You would control the product, processing, and distribution. You would need to leave this small coastal fishing village and move to Mexico City, then LA and eventually New York City, where you will run your expanding enterprise.”

The Mexican fisherman asked, “But, how long will this all take?”

To which the American replied, “15 – 20 years.”

“But what then?” Asked the Mexican.

The American laughed and said, “That’s the best part. When the time is right you would announce an IPO and sell your company stock to the public and become very rich, you would make millions!”

“Millions – then what?”

The American said, “Then you would retire. Move to a small coastal fishing village where you would sleep late, fish a little, play with your kids, take siestas with your wife, stroll to the village in the evenings where you could sip wine and play your guitar with your amigos.”"


Really love the idea of tiny houses. Like….really. I can’t stop thinking about it lol. This is my working design/blueprint of a tiny house I plan to build in the near future. I personally think that tiny houses are the house of the future; sustainable, low energy, efficient, and mobile.

Ever since I played Mega Man Legends when I was much younger, I’ve always been fascinated with the idea of having a personal ship that has a home inside, that you can dock and land in different countries. I dream that one day when I’m older, I’ll be able to have a house like this that I can fly to wherever I want. 

Until then, I’ll settle for a tiny house. You should consider doing the same!

Stranger Places Part I

In the Urs Star System, above the planet Sanghelios atmosphere, homeworld the proud Sangheili race. Docked next to the Swords of Sanghelios space station, the repurposed yellow-colored SDV-Class heavy corvette named “Engaging Discovery” unloads its supplies onto the entry bay of the space station. Inside the docking bay of the space station, along came a white armored Sangheili fleet master named Rtas Vadum, followed by two Sangheili honor guardsman with energy staves and each one guards the corresponding side of the fleet master. The elite fleet master crosses his arms behind him, standing tall and proud as he watches Engaging Discovery’s gravity beam. He sees the silhouettes a group of ten type-29 shadows though they no longer are armed with shade turrets. The shadows go down from the corvette to the landing zone of the space station. Rtas clears his throat and walks towards the landing zone, he steps beside a Sangheili cargo manager overlooking a datapad. “I see The Unity was kind enough to bring supplies to Sanghelios. Have you heard of the ambassador of the San'Shyuum yet?” The Half-Jaw fleet master asked, focusing his throat to speak due to his wound long ago, creating a bassy voice. The cargo manager turns his head to Rtas. “Personally no, but what I heard, the entrances the female San'Shyuum makes are unexpected.”

Rtas and his honor guards hear a nearby shadow driving to the west of them, devoid of openings at the sides, unlike the shadows used in the war. Rtas looks to the left of him and sees the yellow shadow slow down near them, he makes a slight grin with his remaining right mandibles. “I see… But not as much as you described it, manager.” Half-Jaw said as he walks to the slow-moving shadow’s cockpit, he takes his left two fingered and two-thumbed hand to signal his honor guardsmen to get in front of the transport vehicle. he shadow stops in its gravity repulsion tracks when both Sangheili guards step in front of the supply carrier. Rtas Vadum stands to the side of the cockpit and knocks on it with his fist, a little bizarre quirk humans do to doors. “Very Subtle ambassador, but we heard of your tendency to-"The cockpit of the shadow springs open by a hinge on the top, revealing the driver to be a regular San'Shyuum man, who leans his head outwards and looks at the baffled fleet master with his right brow raised. Rtas boosts his head up in confusion.

"Surprised us…” He spoke softly, moving back three steps away from the yellow transportation vehicle; he darts his eyes to his right at the supply containers. “My apologies, we thought the ambassador was driving the shadow, yet it was you.” Rtas apologized to the San'Shyuum motorist. “Well, it’s fine; she said it herself: "I want to surprise them!” or a phrase along the lines…“ The driver spoke to the fleet master, Rtas nods, and stares at the crates of the yellow shadow. The half jaw realizes what the driver said to him. "If she told you what she planned to do, then that means-” He was cut off by the San'Shyuum shadow driver. “She’s not in there, our ambassador is in another shadow, the one to my right to be precise.” The driver told the fleet master about her plan, he looks over the motorist and sees a yellow shadow dropping off its package of supplies; Rtas chuckles and waves to the shadow. “I heard about your plan ambassador! You are clever Mi-” Surprisingly, a female voice came out of the cargo of the shadow he was near; rearing his head to the source. “Awww- Thank you, fleet master!”

The crate in the middle opens up from the east face, sliding up, revealing the Unity’s ambassador, the Minister of Mistakes. Her body is the standard for young San'Shyuum women. The minister’s neck standing up straight, instead of hunching over like the elderly of her species, a pair of cracks is visible on the San'shyuum woman’s bottom lip. Her curves complemented her thin waist. the ambassador’s bust size and hip width are noticeable, distractable only by perverted eyes. The lovely green of her eyes greatly contrasts with her healthy light brown skin and dark brown eyelashes and curly, short hair, with two locks hanging from her forehead. On top of the said hair is a bronze crown laced with silver along the top of the curvy, swept back horns; a V-shaped symbol on the front of her crown glows a subtle green, the same color as her eyes. A pair of bronze earrings hangs from her earlobe like appendages at the side of her head, located underneath her real ears. Beautiful purple robes hang from the minister’s body, simple yet elegant lines are stitched into the clothes, underneath Minister of Mistakes’ robes, is a pair of shin guard-like attachments on her legs.

“Would you be kind to help me get out of here?” She asks the Half-Jaw, due to her hiding place hovers from the ground by a couple inches, a foot at most. Rtas sighs and walks to the cargo, bringing his right four-digit hand outwards for the ambassador. “As you wish, my lady.” The fleet master humorously answered, the Minister giggles as she takes her three-digit palm out to grab his hand. The Minister of Mistakes steps down from the floating crate, the tips of her three-toed feet gracefully land down on solid ground; the San'shyuum woman obviously shorter than the Sangheili fleet master. “You have my many thanks, master Vadum!” The Minister said while she lets go of the Half-Jaw’s hand. The minister grabs the sides of her robes and raising them slightly like human women did centuries ago; giving a cheeky grin along the way. The fleet master chuckles at her mannerisms. “I see your fascination with human culture is a little too much, ambassador.” He calmly joked as he crosses his arms, the San'shyuum lady giggles again and playfully push his right arm with her left; Rtas just moves his side back. “Come on! They have so many great qualities about the human culture, it would be a sin not to reference it every day or so!” The Unity’s representative expressed in a fake whining tone, the fleet master rolls his eyes. “You’ll learn in due time…” He trailed off as he turns around and tilts his head to follow her. “Learn what? Not to have fun? Old man…” She questioned him, mumbling the last sentence underneath her breath; the fleet master heard what she said though and decided to play oblivious. “Did you say anything Minister of Mistakes?” Rtas asked as the fleet master brings his right fist up to order his honor guards to follow him and the VIP, both of them traveling by their side. “Did I? Are you hearing things?” The minister obviously acting all innocent.

As both ambassador and fleet master walk from the landing pad with the honor guards at their sides, the cargo manager just looks at them, kind of feeling forgotten. “Goodbye my friends, we’ll see each other later I guess…” The poor Sangheili cargo manager said as he diverts his eyes back to his datapad.

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Peach Tart                  HP 15

I haven’t missed it, have I!? As some of you may know, August is National Peach Month and even though it’s in the eleventh hour, I wanted to put something together in its observance. Originally I was endeavoring to do something based on Princess Peach as it seemed all too appropriate. Unfortunately, most of the in game foods related to her are in the form of the strawberry festooned birthday cakes she bakes for Mario and friends; we’ll just have to put that on the back burner for now :).

While searching in game Mario food for inspiration I was reminded of the overwhelming quantity of recipes from the Paper Mario series. Sure enough there were a few peachy edibles among the ranks so I decided on this one from Super Paper Mario (as well as TTYD.) Peach Tart.

So this one’s for you, Princess, even if only in name alone.

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anonymous asked:

What would skyfire look like and where would he fit in the story ?

Skyfire is b i g. I mean, one of my goals in TF:M is to make cybertronians appropriately sized for what they turn into- to try and at least pretend I’m adhering to some sort of conservation of mass (I’m not very good at it but dang it at least I’m trying!) and Skyfire turns into a shuttle big enough to carry other cybertronians of certain size classes.

He mostly carries minibots and he’s still stinking huge!

But he’s probably a big cutie, though, so there is that.

Skyfire’s one of many Cybertronians who’ve survived simply by just…making themselves scarce. When he comes to Earth it’s a bit jarring to him because warfare is far, far from his style (he’s still a pacifist, and prone to panic in dangerous situations) and also because he has a history with Starscream- one that ended rather badly. Both were studying together, but when it was revealed that Starscream was, in fact, a cold-constructed war machine (when he had faked credentials as an upper-class Forged) Starscream was effectively stripped of his schooling, but by that time Starscream had already become a major part in the growing Decepticons. Skyfire’s feelings on the matter are complicated.

BUT the good part is that Skyfire hasn’t necessarily spent the past millenia alone! Once Cybertronians are past a certain size it’s not unusual for them to form lifelong bonds with smaller mechanisms who’ll maintain and reside in them, a sort of symbiosis. Skyfire is home to a pair of sparktwins!

Mostly because sometimes, Skyfire is referred to as Jetfire instead, so I figured may as well fold those babes in there. They have TFP Soundwave arms.

Also, Starscream is very small compared to Skyfire. In vehicle mode, Starscream can actually dock inside of Skyfire’s bay! (get your minds out of the gutter jeeze)

The Stowaway (Closed Starter for khanfanrp)

Cat leaned against the wall of the narrow alley. She’d lost her sunglasses, and now, with her yellow-green feline eyes making her mutation obvious, she just couldn’t afford to be seen. The streets were still too crowded. Most people wouldn’t notice if she kept her eyes downcast, but a few would. A few always did, and out of the few, at least one would be willing to start something, and…it wasn’t that she couldn’t defend herself. She could defend herself exceedingly well. But that would only make it worse. Someone would get an image or a vid of it, and there would be another “dangerous mutation.”

No one knew why the mutations had started, people born different, with strange powers. They were a young colony planet, barely getting on their feet. Was it something in the atmosphere, the water, the soil? Scientists were searching, but it didn’t much matter to her. What mattered was that she was one of them, and people didn’t much like mutations. So she would wait until just before dusk, when the streets were clear. After dark was even more dangerous. Her eyes glowed green in the moonlight like an Earth cat’s.

It was while she was waiting that she caught the scent. She couldn’t place it. Human, male, lavender soap, calm demeanor. But something underneath it. Different. She could sometimes scent other mutations, but then it was usually obvious, someone with fur or something like that. This…she didn’t know what it was.

She leaned out from where she was hiding and watched the man pass. He looked ordinary, a bit tall, dark brown hair. Perhaps he walked a bit quicker, more purposeful that the rest of the people strolling down the way. But that was it. Different. She slipped out of the alley and followed, keeping behind, moving almost silently. It was something she was good at. She could track him mostly by smell without getting close enough to be noticed. He was heading for the docks. That was interesting. Was he from off-world?

It was harder to stay hidden inside the docking bay, but she kept to the shadows, behind the shuttles and smaller craft that lay waiting there. The man was headed for a medium-sized ship, just small enough to be docked planet-side. Was he leaving? Who was he? What was it about him that was just that tiny bit of different, but impossible to place.

She watched him open the airlock and step through, and waited until the last second to sneak through, moving faster than an ordinary human could, hopefully giving herself enough time that he wouldn’t notice her behind him. As soon she was through she hid behind a bulkhead.

She didn’t know who he was, or where he was going, but she couldn’t imagine it wasn’t better than here.


American consultant was at a pier in a small coastal Mexican village when a small boat with just one fisherman docked. Inside the small boat were several large yellow-fin tuna. The American complimented the Mexican on the quality of his fish and asked how long it took to catch them.

The Mexican replied only a little while.

The consultant then asked why didn’t he stay out longer and catch more fish?

The fisherman said he had enough to support his family’s immediate needs.

The American then asked the Mexican how he spent the rest of his time.

The Mexican fisherman said, “I sleep late, fish a little, play with my children, take siesta with my wife, Maria, stroll into the village each evening where I sip wine and play guitar with my amigos. I have a full and busy life, senor.”

The American consultant scoffed, “I am business consultant and could help you. You should spend more time fishing and, with the proceeds, buy a bigger boat. With the proceeds from the bigger boat, you could buy several boats, eventually you would have a fleet of fishing boats. Instead of selling your catch to a middleman you would sell directly to the processor, eventually opening your own cannery. You would control the product, processing and distribution.
“You would need to leave this small coastal fishing village and move to Mexico City, then LA and eventually NYC where you will run your expanding enterprise.”

The Mexican fisherman asked, “But senor, how long will this all take?”

To which the American consultant replied, “15-20 years.”

“But what then, senor?” asked the fisherman.

The consultant laughed, and said, “That’s the best part! When the time is right, you would announce an IPO and sell your company stock to the public. You’ll become very rich, you would make millions!”

“Millions, senor?” replied the Mexican. “Then what?”

The American said, “Then you would retire. Move to a small coastal fishing village where you would sleep late, fish a little, play with your kids, take siesta with your wife, stroll to the village in the evenings where you could sip wine and play your guitar with your amigos.”



TGIHumpday Capricorns! 

In Summer - Kristoff x Anna

((I think this is actually the oldest prompt I have like this is from last year I s2g I am slower than a turtle with it’s legs chopped off after Thanksgiving Dinner))

So yes, have some pure Kristanna K+ rated fluff (+ because stripping but no nudity ha)

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How To Trade With The Fallen: Second, You Test The Waters


Phaenna often wondered what went on inside of Pallaxas’ mind. The docked ex-captain sat still beside the campfire for almost an hour, staring intensely into his wrist-mounted computer. She had only captured rare glimpses of his screen on a few occasions; judging from what Eliksni text she translated, he still had old contacts among the dregs from the House of Kings in communication. Will he betray me? She wondered. After all these years, would he stab me in the back?

Despite their time and experiences together, Pallaxas remained somewhat of a mystery. He often kept his thoughts to himself and never told her about his dealings with the Kings dregs. She assumed that he was still considered “kill-on-sight” with his old House, or he would have returned long ago.

The Fallen looked up at her from his screen. “Pallaxas has learned interesting news,” he said furtively. 

“From your old contacts?” Phaenna guessed.

He ignored her question. “There is a reaver from the House of Devils, one named Na'harek, who spoke of belonging to the House of Wraiths.”

“That’s… unusual. I didn’t think usurping new members between Houses was a thing,” she said.

“It is uncommon. He may be telling the Devils the secrets of the Wraiths: their House has dwindled in number and in power. They may be desperate for supplies.”

“So… what are you suggesting?”

“We may be able to trade with the House of Wraiths, yes?”

Phaenna looked at him, unsure about his proposition. “I love your cultures and diversity, Pally. Despite everything that has happened, I still want to help us all… but If they are low on supplies, how are they going to pay us? We would just be donating our services to them, paying out of our own pocket. I know nothing about the Wraiths, for all I know they could backstab us like the Devils did.”

He stared at her without betraying any sign of emotion. “The Wraiths may lack the stability the Devils have. There are two possibilities: they may loot us and kill us, or they may cooperate, yes?”

“But how will they pay us?” She asked insistently.

“No standing House is without resources. Even the weakest Houses have glimmer, twists, weapons, and favors.”

She mulled this over for a moment and smiled at him. “Okay. Okay, I’ll bite, but if they kill us then I’m coming back from the dead to kick your ass.”

“You are House of Guardians now? You carry the Traveler’s Light?” He teased.

Very funny. Do you have any existing connections with the Wraiths, like you do with the Devils?”

“Pallaxas does not.”

“How do you suggest we strike up a trade deal with them, then?” She asked.

The Fallen lowered his computer and looked at her thoughtfully. “These deals must be made with the Kell’s retainers, yes? Pallaxas will be your representative, or the House will not speak to us. If they agree to work with us, we will be granted an audience with either the retainers or the Kell personally. The retainer will speak on our behalf - the Kell may be insulted by your speaking directly with them. I will contact the Wraiths and ask for a formal meeting. I will speak with the Wraiths’ retainer, who speaks with the Kell. We may not be guaranteed an audience with the Kell directly - the retainer may take the tribute and discuss with you the Kell’s desires as an intermediary, yes?”

He held out a palmful of glowing glimmer. “Of great importance, we must present the Kell with tribute as a sign of respect. They will not accept favors from you, but they may accept valuable technology, the heads of their greatest enemies, they may accept a skiff, or glimmer.”

“Welp, the only thing I have to give is glimmer.”

“They will accept no less than half a million to speak with you.”

Phaenna leapt up. “Half a fucking million?! This had better be a hell of a business arrangement.”

“You are an independent and unknown agent, not a friend of the Wraiths. With this tribute, you would have the ear of an entire House, and perhaps a return on your investment - far better than your dealings with the Devils.”

“Wow, okay first of all - where did you learn to talk business?”

“From you, my captain,” he purred.

“Smooth, Pally. That was actually pretty smooth. Hmm, it sounds like they’re not fans of the Devils… Think you can send them a message now? Tell them I am Phaenna Serov, captain of the Kingswind and opponent of the Guardians. I stole my skiff from the House of Kings, I stole from the House of Devils, and I am seeking to do business with the Wraiths - we might be able to help each other. You are my representative, I seek a retainer, and I will have tribute ready for their Kell.”

Pallaxas gave her a slight bow and entered the cockpit of the Kingswind. There, he accessed the skiff’s comms, and from there, a stray Wraiths comm channel gleaned from his data. He submitted his video message showing his entire torso, docked arms and all.

[I am Pallaxas, representing Phaenna Serov, captain of the Kingswind. She is an enemy of the House of Guardians, she took a skiff from the House of Kings by force and guile, stolen goods and twists from the House of Devils, and is seeking to do business with the House of Wraiths. We bring glimmer as tribute, and ask for a retainer of the Kell. We welcome your reply.]


It was SO worth it to walk to work in the rain today to catch a little glimpse of James Spader on set! They were not actively filming when I was there but they were working inside a loading dock. The van that pulled up is labeled for the Washington DC Medical Examiner’s office so it looks like the body count will be growing!


My Sunlit Tides save is on hold for various reasons, so I booted up Cape Garner and placed the Sea Shanty lot from the store. I think it’s one of the better lots they’ve done (although I’ve started tweaking the interior, because I can’t help myself). I moved one of my favorite families in and plan on just playing for a bit. And maybe making a community lot. XD

I thought it was kind of cool that I can see the Sea Shanty from inside The Lobster Dock. Also, I found my first randomly spawned seashell on the seashore! 

From Independence Day – the “virus” that Jeff Goldblum uploaded to the alien mothership after he and Will Smith were docked inside their trojan spacecraft.  I think this particular program was invented for the movie - it doesn’t conform to any syntax I’ve seen or can find.

“I met you and loved you through time”

This is my CSSS gift for lydiiass

I’m sorry it’s late but I really hope you will like it! It’s a CS AU in which Emma was sent to Neverland right after she was released from prison and met Captain Hook in the past. This is my first time writing CS and unfortunately I didn’t have the time to have it checked, so all mistakes are mine. It’s a few pieces of the whole story I want to write so there will definitely be more and I’m open to suggestions since this is kind of your story. Enjoy! :)

“I met you and loved you through time”

Driving gave her a strange sense of freedom. Having been imprisoned for a year, the fact that she was finally able to go wherever she wanted to at her leisure was very empowering. She preferred driving during the night. The darkness that surrounded her gave her the illusion that she was protected from painful reminders. So, Emma Swan drove to take her mind away from the past, the anger, the betrayal. She drove to find a new place to call home, thinking that maybe she would know when she got there.


Emma watched the sun rise over the sea, painting the sky a depressing warm color that made her feel nothing but cold inside. The Tallahassee docks were as beautiful as she had imagined. But she was alone and that hadn’t been part of the plan. The chilly air of the early morning made her shiver and she wrapped her arms tightly around herself. She wasn’t sure if she was trying to protect herself from the cold or the pain. They both followed loneliness anyway.

She was finally here, searching for answers. She had turned the whole city upside down trying to find him but Neal was obviously not there. She had imagined seeing him again for a long time. Sometimes she imagined that he could explain his disappearance, that he would give her an excuse that would make sense. But then she would remember the endless nights in the prison cell, the pain of having to let go of her child, the loneliness that would consume her at all times of day. She would remember all that and she knew that if she ever saw him again she would punch him.

She didn’t find him, however. Neal had never come to Tallahassee and she had no idea where else she could search for him.

The swan keychain was burning in her palm. Years of feeling worthless had managed to wear on her soul. Her life so far had been like a taste of sour wine. You could try and wash away all traces of it but the taste was still there. All the memories she’d been trying to forget came back, clouding her vision. Her breath became erratic and she closed her eyes, trying to keep the images of abandonment from overwhelming her. Everything that she had bottled up for years was now a force inside her that she couldn’t control. A force that was now concentrated in her palm around the keychain. Her hand trembled and she thought she might burst at the seams by everything she was withholding. And when she couldn’t take it anymore, she let out a long overdue scream and threw the reminder of the past year as far as she could into the ocean.

Emma watched it disappear hoping that so would her heavy heart. Hoping that maybe there was a single thread of magic in this world that would take her to a place where she could have everything she wanted. Tears rolled down her face at her naïve thoughts but even if she recognized how impossible magic is, in that moment she couldn’t help but dream.

But magic happened. She watched with blurry eyes as a strong light appeared in the horizon and it wasn’t the rising sun. It made a terrible noise like that of a hurricane as it got bigger and bigger and reached her. Emma was paralyzed by fear. And then she felt herself being sucked into the light and disappear from the world that wasn’t supposed to have magic.


Captain Hook was at the helm of the Jolly Roger. Everyone else had gone to sleep, but ever since they got to Neverland he found that finding a few hours of peace in unconsciousness was very elusive to him. He had started doubting his decision the moment he saw the dreaded island but he couldn’t take back his actions. He couldn’t take back anything that had happened either in the Enchanted Forest or in Neverland. He was back to the place where his worst nightmares had started and he was fighting with everything he got to keep from going insane.

He had acquired the Dreamshade a long time ago – he couldn’t exactly mark time, the days and nights were one in the same in this land. Now all he needed was a way back.

He was aware that his plan had had faults from the beginning. He knew that he would have a harder time leaving Neverland than getting to it. However, he’d had to move fast. He didn’t have the luxury to wait for the Dark One to realize he had the wrong hand and come after him. So he left as soon as possible, ignoring any hesitation he had about returning to the place that caused the death of his brother and hoping against hope that his plan would work out.

The problem was that he hadn’t counted on Peter Pan being such a blasted demon.

Hook’s thoughts were interrupted by a strange noise. He looked around startled and saw a flicker of light hovering over the deck of his ship. He descended from the helm and went closer to the light which was getting bigger and bigger until it resembled a small sun. It was like fire revolving around itself, creating a hurricane aboard the Jolly Roger. The commotion had obviously woken the crew because Hook heard footsteps and terrified voices behind him. Thinking that maybe this was another one of Pan’s games, he drew his cutlass, ready to attack.

He didn’t have to. After an enormous pulse of magical energy that radiated from the orb of light pushing everyone back a step or two and making some fall, it disappeared, leaving the captain and his crew to adjust their eyes to the darkness of Neverland once again. So that they could see the young woman lying on the deck, unconscious, her long, blonde hair hiding her face.


 Years Later – Enchanted Forest

The sight that welcomed them was horrendous. Corpses were lying on every surface of the village, their chests open, blood coating their clothes. Emma had seen such cruelty before and it was not a foreign sight for her. But she hadn’t expected Cora to actually kill every living person out of spite.

As they searched around for anyone who could have been spared from Cora’s viciousness, Emma saw a hand moving under a pile of bodies.

“Hey, look!” She exclaimed, pointing to the person struggling under the dead bodies.

“There’s someone under there,” Aurora said as she rushed to help whoever it was that had managed to escape Cora’s wrath.

Emma stayed behind as Aurora and Mary-Margaret uncovered the man. She couldn’t see him at first but she heard his broken voice. A voice she knew so well, that even after a decade haunted her dreams. It was the voice that had saved her from Pan, that had promised to get her out of Neverland, that had encouraged her abilities when she thought that even the prospect of having magic was ridiculous, that trusted in her strength when she couldn’t trust anyone, let alone herself.

Mary-Margaret and Aurora stepped aside and she was met with those ocean blue eyes she had dreamed of seeing again. He was right there, dirt on his face and blood all over his clothes, but he was alive.

“Emma?” His voice was shuttered and his expression reflected the sorrow and the pain she had experienced at losing him, as well as the flicker of hope that was igniting inside them. Hope that this moment was real, not another hallucination, not another dream.

He stood up on weak feet but his eyes never left hers. Neither of them blinked in fear that the moment would disappear. Emma felt tears well up in her eyes and she hated them for obscuring the vision of him.

She didn’t notice how her companions received the prospect of her actually knowing someone who belonged in the Enchanted Forest. Mary-Margaret would have no idea about Emma’s year spent chasing her fate while jumping between realms with a pirate captain by her side. They hadn’t actually had the time to discuss all the details of Emma’s life before they were sucked into the portal with the wraith and truthfully, Emma wasn’t as comfortable talking about her star-crossed romance as she was about her life in the Land Without Magic.

She didn’t notice. But it wasn’t as if she cared. She was focused on Killian Jones who had appeared out of nowhere back in her life, who was looking at her with such love and adoration that made her heart flutter the way it used to from the moment they met. She was scared of welcoming back those exhilarating yet dangerous feelings. Life had always been keen on leaving her with a bitter after taste. She was afraid that this was one of Cora’s tricks, that she had read all the secrets of her heart and was intent on using them to aid her purposes.

“Please, love, tell me it’s really you,” he said and her tears were free to fall. Oh, how she had missed him.

She forced her legs to finally move and she rushed forward into his waiting arms. She hugged his torso and felt his embrace close around her like a protective spell, one he knew she didn’t need but he offered all the same. She recognized his warmth and the scent of the sea that lingered under the smell of death. She didn’t care about it. All the memories came back, assaulting her mind and heart as his deep voice whispered words of love in her ear. He shushed her crying but she could hear the tears in his voice, too.

“You are alive…he lied, you are alive…I love you…I missed you…my Swan…I love you”.