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Sunset Memories - Blueberry & Strawberry
Do you fancy a ride, Miss?
#wlw art#80s aesthetic#90s anime#city pop#retrowawe#vaporwave aesthetic#lgbt#gl webcomic#b&s#yuri#sapphic#illustration#original art
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Deal with Time, part 1
(I'm starting to tell the story of Kim Seolha, hope you like it! Translation under each page.)
The last thing I remember is the BATTLE.
It was hard to win, but my triumph was a foregone conclusion.
And after... the duty on which my will to live rested was fulfilled. All I wanted was to go BACK.
Neither glory, strength, power...
I saved the world, but what is the point of living in a world where there are no loved ones left?
Newbie! Get up quickly!
Why are you lying there? The sun has already risen. Get up, sleepyhead!
GET UP!
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Bait & Switch
Chapter 1/10
(Chapter 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8)
Post-Dreamland AU
Fandom: TXF
Rating: T
WC: 1518
Scully’s eyes fluttered open. She hadn’t slept terribly well, and if the dim light was any indication, she wasn’t awake much earlier than her alarm. She rolled over, searching for her clock. Slowly it dawned on Scully: she wasn’t in her room.
She was on Mulder’s couch.
She sat up quickly, immediately wide awake with the realization that she had no memory of coming here. Did something happen? The last thing she remembered was going to sleep at home.
She stood, swaying a little as vertigo hit her.
She walked past the TV and on the surface of the dark screen she caught a glimpse of Mulder looking at her in the reflection.
“Mulder, how did I–”
She turned to where he should be standing, but no one was there.
Slowly she looked back to the TV again. Mulder was there again, staring back at her.
Panic rose up in Scully and she pressed a hand to her cheek, feeling the scratch of stubble. Her breathing picked up and she raced to the bathroom, clicking on the light and staring at her reflection in the mirror. Or rather–Mulder’s.
She shook her head, confusion swirling in her stomach and her mind.
No, this doesn’t make any sense.
Mulder’s wide green eyes met hers in the mirror and she shook her head again. So did he.
Scully rushed back to the living room, searching for Mulder’s phone. She needed to call Mulder. She began to dial his number before a thought came to her.
She called her home phone.
A lump was forming in her throat and she swallowed past it, feeling impatient at each ring that went unanswered.
Mulder, pick up.
She was relieved to hear the click of an answered phone. Her heart stopped beating.
“Mulder, it’s me,” she said softly, and instead of her own voice, she heard Mulder’s.
There was a pause on the phone.
“Scully?” her own voice asked her.
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An obnoxious alarm blared, startling Mulder from sleep. He flailed frantically, trying to silence the horrible blaring. Once the alarm was off, he rubbed a hand on his face, at first trying to blink away sleep before deciding to roll over in bed.
In bed.
Mulder lifted his head from the pillow, blinking in confusion.
His eyes darted around the room at first without recognition, and then slowly the pieces came together. The decorations. The knickknacks on the shelves. The comforter he was under. This was Scully’s room. This was Scully’s bed.
Mulder sat up immediately, eyes wide.
He was in Scully’s bed.
Did they…?
Mulder at first wanted to hope, then was immediately horrified at the prospect. He couldn’t remember. Was he drunk? Did something happen? Guilt swirled in his stomach at the possibility that something happened between them that he now couldn’t for the life of him remember.
He thought hard as he yanked the covers off of him. The last thing he could place was going to sleep in his apartment.
What the hell happened last night?
He made his way into the living room, searching for any signs of Scully.
The apartment seemed quiet. Dread sat heavily in his chest.
“Scully?” he called, then immediately looked around, having heard Scully’s voice instead of his own.
“Hello?” there it was again.
Mulder blinked in shock before looking down at himself. His hands were small and manicured. He was wearing silk pajamas.
He cocked his head to the side, unsure how to comprehend what he was seeing.
He slowly walked to the bathroom, narrowing his eyes in confusion. A simultaneously foreign and familiar face looked back at him in the mirror, eyes narrowed.
“I’m Scully?” he asked, hearing Scully’s voice confirm it for him.
The phone was ringing in the living room and he weighed his options about answering it. Answering a phone as Scully was probably a bad idea right now. But then it occurred to him, it might be Scully.
He grabbed the phone but didn’t speak into the receiver.
It was jarring to hear his own voice play back to him in the phone, but he’d know that inflection anywhere.
Mulder, it’s me.
“Scully?”
“Mulder,” his own voice began, “What is going on?”
“I think…” he replied, pausing at how weird this whole situation was, “I think we may have…switched places somehow. I think I’m you, Scully.”
“Mulder, that makes no sense.”
Hearing his own voice give a classic Scullyism made him chuckle. On the other end, Scully didn’t sound amused.
“What’s the last thing you remember?” she pressed.
“I went to sleep on my couch in my apartment,” Mulder answered, “You?”
“Same. I remember going to bed in my apartment and then…I woke up here.”
Mulder pursed his lips in thought, “Something swapped us, Scully.”
“How is this even possible?”
He could hear the panic rising in her voice…his voice. He wanted to quell it.
“I don’t know…but it’s happened,” he told her, “Look…we can figure this out.”
He glanced at the alarm clock, “Let’s talk at the office.”
“The office?” Scully asked, her voice rising, “You think it’s a good idea for us to go anywhere like this?”
“Until we know what’s happened, we should be in the same place,” Mulder continued, “If we call off it’ll alert suspicion. I don’t know who or what is behind this, but we shouldn’t keep talking over the phone in case.”
“Mulder?”
Mulder swallowed a lump in his throat, “It’ll be okay, Scully. We’ll fix this.”
In the next twenty minutes after their call, Mulder considered every possible explanation. Abduction. Drugging. Some sort of mind control. Actual body-swapping. Was this a hallucination? Was this real? Why did it happen? Before Mulder could even begin to solve this puzzle, he had to overcome an incredible challenge: getting ready for work as Scully.
His first instinct was to throw on a suit and be out the door. But he wasn’t him.
He figured he should shower first, then stopped himself before even approaching the bathroom.
He was Scully. This body was Scully’s.
He looked down at himself, seeing the soft curve of breast under the pajamas and he shut his eyes. They had seen one another naked before. Always under practical circumstances. Almost always life or death. He had never been able to really really see her like that. It wasn’t fair for this to be the way he did.
He decided to forgo the shower. He could get dressed with his eyes closed. He could shower with his eyes closed too, but he would have to use his hands to wash and lather and clean…
No, no shower right now.
He chose a suit of hers he liked a lot. Black. Sharp. The cut of it flattering her silhouette. He dressed in a flurry of motion, not stopping to pay attention to any details he uncovered as he did. Her choice in underwear. The way her bra fit. How the scratch of her stiff blazer made the hairs on his neck stand up. When it came time to choose shoes, he scoured for sensible boots. He was not beginning to entertain the notion of wearing heels. This day was topsy turvy enough as it was.
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At Mulder’s apartment, Scully faced a similar predicament. The phone call did little to quell her nerves, but she was at least a little comforted that whatever this was, Mulder was in it with her. She stared long and hard at her reflection. At the unkempt hair and slight showing of stubble. She supposed that Mulder didn’t always look the most put-together, but she felt guilty at the idea of not putting effort into his appearance.
From the sweat that clung to her skin, she knew a shower was needed.
It wasn’t like she hadn’t seen Mulder naked before. In practical situations, of course. The way Scully saw it, this was also practical. Mulder needed washed and he couldn’t do it, so she would. It was like treating a patient in a way. She took great care in washing his hair, massaging the scalp and running her fingers through the strands, combing out any knots. She lathered and cleaned vigorously but absentmindedly–careful to avoid too private places. Her mind switched back and forth between imagining this was like any other day. This was just her usual shower. And the idea that this was the body of a patient.
Someone I am caring for and taking care of, and must do so with detachment.
It wasn’t–it couldn’t be–Mulder.
Washed and shaved, she took the time to part and style her hair. Mulder’s hair. Her hair?
She chose a simple suit, picking out a starched white dress shirt and scrounging for a tie. Tucked in the back of the closet she found a plain black tie. Why he never wore just a simple single-color practical tie was beyond her. She tied the tie neatly and smiled a little at her reflection, watching Mulder’s proud face shine back at her.
Her eyes kept trailing to her hair. It was much too neat for Mulder.
She ruffled it a little. But not too much.
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Finally got time to watch Beryl and Sapphire S2 and ahhh I missed these boys so much seeing them again makes my heart feel so warm
I'll be interesting to see how this season goes since season 1 was a bunch of collective AU's and this one being focused on the one Knight and Demon Lord plot that showed up, I'm excited~
First thing being Sapphire banished from his order and going back to a 'commoner', he always get's the bad end of the stick in almost all of the AU's which make me cry but seeing them interact again is gold
Wanting to be a hero and as well showing Beryl the beauty of humankind to stop him from killing the next chosen one is going to be very interesting, I love how cute they are in this updated art style as well as how much more expressive they feel.
While it was short I can't wait for the next episode to know more how this goes as well as how the new side characters play a role in this, here is my favorite screencap for ep.1:
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Most sane, psychologically normal B&S player
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Crunchy.
Had to unsolder the crooks from the inner slide tubes and twist these out one at a time due to how stuck the slides were. Once I got them out it was clear why they refused to budge when I was hitting them with a stick. All this dried-out goop was acting like glue.
#musical instrument repair#music#brass instrument#musical instrument#flugelhorn#B&S#B&S Challenger#ew#gross
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what the fuck is this thing loading
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WIP Art!
this is so annoying to draw lawl anyway my blade and soul summoner but in a space theme wip
#Bns#MMO#MMORPG#Blade and Soul#Art#Digital Art#Lyn#Summoner#Blade and Soul Summoner#b&s#fanart#character art#original art#miaow#cat
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OMFG THIS IS AWESOME
mxmtoon used the newest ep of Brass & Sass to pre-release a song
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BELLE & SEBASTIAN – THE USHER HALL, EDINBURGH 9th JULY 2023
Belle & Sebastian are my favourite band. Tonight was going to be special as it was my 40th B&S gig (yes fortieth), it was 2 days before my 50th birthday and we had travelled to Edinburgh to meet a couple of my pals who were relatively new to B&S.
We arrived early and headed as close to the front as we could, we were all buzzing and looking forward to another B&S gig. There had been 2 new albums released since the last time I had seen them, and it wasn’t clear what the set list would reveal.
I have no idea what it is about B&S that makes me love them so much. They are from Glasgow, have 12 studio albums, I have seen them in almost every venue in Glasgow and have met most of the band just wandering about the west end. They have a devoted fan base but couldn’t be described as commercially successful, but I just love them. The inclusion of keyboards, strings, percussion, and occasional brass, leads to some of the most wonderful twee indie pop.
The opened with Nobody’s Empire from their 2015 Girls in Peacetime Want to Dance album the straight into I’m A Cuckoo from probably B&S’s most successful album Dear Catastrophe Waitress that was produced by Trevor Horn.
I sometimes think I should apologise to those around me at a B&S gig for my enthusiastic singing of every word of every song, that’s then point though, isn’t it? The set progressed and was covering most of the albums, including a couple of older less played songs, which was nice.
Suddenly, the keyboards kicked in for The Boy with The Arab Strap, and I ran forward and for the first time in 40 B&S gigs I got onstage and danced for 2 songs along with around 20 other devoted fans. This is a normal event at a B&S gig but the first time I’ve felt the necessity to take part. It was scary when facing over 2000 B&S fans from the stage, but I loved every second but hadn’t realised how many people I knew in the crowd from the messaged I got after the gig.
After my brief time on stage the band played some of my favourite songs, immediately after was The State I’m In, which was the first B&S song I ever heard and immediately started a 23-year love affair. Three classic songs made up the encore and the night ended. The gig had flown in, and we drove back to Glasgow via Dunfermline on a high. What a band, what a gig.
5 stars
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What was it like to lose Qi?
(Translation under each page)
HARD
It’s like you’re falling into the deepest pool from the top of the highest mountain
And inside you’re breaking like porcelain, and your body is unbearably heavy
I was able to defeat Hajoon
But became weaker than ever in my life
But there is nothing more valuable than what I received in return.
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Bait & Switch
Chapter 4/
Post-Dreamland AU
(Chapter 1, 2, 3, 5, 6, 7, 8)
Fandom: TXF
Rating: E
Content warning: explicit sexual content. If you prefer to skip, a summary of the chapter is here.
WC: 2,756
Scully’s dream started out innocently enough.
She and Mulder were discussing the case. Going over the details of the pastor. Talking about the compound. The militia group. They talked about their plans for Nevada. How they would leave as soon as this case was over and figure out what was going on.
Suddenly, as if they hadn’t even been speaking, they were kissing on Mulder’s couch.
It proceeded in fractured images and sensations. Her tongue on his neck. His teeth nipping at her shoulder. She ran her hands through his hair and he in hers. There was a flurry of fingers and the buttons of Scully’s shirt were undone. Grasping desperately, she helped Mulder out of his pants. In a blink they were on Mulder’s bed, the water rocking them slightly as they stared into one another’s eyes. Scully was on top, pinning Mulder to the mattress with her much larger frame. The pupils of his bright blue eyes were blown wide with desire. Scully could hear the deep rasps of her breath as they prepared for what came next.
Scully was ravenous.
Mulder spread his legs, beckoning her.
She grasped her cock, dragging the tip along Mulder’s dripping entrance.
He whimpered. A desperate, needy sound.
Part of Scully wanted to tease him, to draw out those pitiful sounds again and again until Mulder begged for what they both wanted, but Scully’s own patience was thin.
Scully lined herself up and slid forward, breaching into Mulder and pulling a gasp from his lips. Scully smiled and Mulder smiled back, closing his eyes and swallowing hard. Scully inched in, but Mulder was so wet, she was practically swallowed into him. The heat enveloped her and a shiver ran the length of her spine. Mulder shifted his hips, tipping his knees back to his chest and taking her in deeper, so deep until the hilt of her pressed against his skin.
Mulder’s breath came in pants, and a flush was spreading rapidly across his chest. His eyes snapped open and he pleaded with her with his eyes.
Obliging, Scully began to move, pulling back until she almost slipped out completely, then driving home, pulling a cry from Mulder--a cry in Scully’s voice. Scully started a rhythm; back and forth, back and forth, feeling Mulder clench and release around her. Mulder whined as Scully began moving faster, pounding into him and drawing a guttural groan of pleasure from herself--Mulder’s groan.
The white hot bliss of an orgasm was approaching on the horizon and Scully clamped her eyes shut, trying to draw this moment out for as long as possible.
When Scully’s eyes opened again, she looked up at her reflection in the mirror. She was on her back, feeling Mulder fill her and drive into her again and again and again. Scully locked eyes with her reflection; her blue eyes hooded in pleasure and her lips parted in ecstasy. She threw her head back against the pillow.
Then she woke up.
She was in Mulder’s bed. Sweat making the t-shirt she had on stick to her skin. She sat up, trying to separate dream from reality. The other side of the bed was empty, but unmade. Mulder’s side of the bed. She ran a hand over her face, trying to wipe away sleep. She pulled her long legs from under the covers and swung them over the side of the bed, wincing at the painful sensation the motion sent to her crotch.
Scully’s eyes widened in both horror and wonder at the bold erection that was tenting her sweatpants.
Still Mulder, she thought.
She stood, grimacing as she rubbed against the sweatpants. She hunched a little involuntarily. It made walking a little difficult, and she tried to not think about how impressive the size was. She grabbed a pillow, covering herself and poking a head out of the bedroom door. There was no sign of Mulder, so she walked briskly towards the bathroom.
“Morning,” Mulder called from the dining table, his hair wet from a recent shower.
Scully flinched, whipping around and meeting Mulder’s eye.
His smile fell slightly as his eyes trailed down to her pillow, then a smirk spread widely across his features.
“And good morning to you too,” Mulder nodded.
“Mulder, it’s not funny,” Scully whined, flushing with embarrassment, “It just…happened.”
“Now you know how I feel,” Mulder laughed.
Scully shot him a glare, “Yeah, well I at least always have the decency to not address it.”
Mulder’s brow went to his hairline, but his smile didn’t fade.
Scully sighed and shook her head, adjusting her pillow.
Mulder’s lips pursed and his expression grew a bit serious, “Did you have a dream last night?”
Scully was mortified.
“That is none of your business,” she threatened.
Mulder sputtered a laugh and shook his head, “No, I mean…” he laughed again, blinking away his amusement before continuing, “I had a dream last night. I think it’s connected to what’s going on with us. I wondered if you did too.”
Scully’s defensiveness waned, but she still didn’t say anything.
“In the dream…I was in this house…in the suburbs in Nevada,” Mulder explained, “I had a wife and kids--neither were people I recognized. They weren’t mine…in the dream,” He shook his head, “I knew I didn’t belong there.” His eyes went to Scully’s, “And then you were there. As you. I was trying to convince you that I was me but you didn’t believe me. You thought I was someone else.”
Scully jutted her chin, taking in the information, “What does this mean?”
Mulder shook his head again, “I think something like this happened before. I think it’s happening again. Not for the first time. But different this time. Less stable.”
“Less stable?”
“I think…” Mulder went on, “Reality has folded in on itself…for the second time. There must have been inconsistencies left over from last time, and now inconsistencies are looping over inconsistencies, and reality is trying to accommodate a double fold.”
Scully blinked, “I’m gonna make some coffee.”
“A pot’s already on,” Mulder told her.
Scully nodded, wincing as she walked to the kitchen.
Mulder’s smirk was back, “You’re gonna have to…take care of that.”
Scully’s eyes snapped to Mulder’s and she shook her head, “Absolutely not.”
Mulder shrugged, rising from his chair, “Hey, you wanna walk into headquarters saluting the flag, you be my guest.”
Scully frowned heavily, “I’ll just take a cold shower.”
Mulder snorted, “Scully, if I thought that worked, I’d suggest it to you.”
He crossed into the kitchen, then reached for the cabinet, his fingers hanging in midair, nowhere near the handle. He frowned.
“Now you know how I feel,” Scully called.
Mulder huffed a laugh, “Go take your shower.”
“Need a hand?” Scully asked, faux-polite.
“Go take your shower,” Mulder repeated, struggling to jump for the handle.
“I’m just showering,” Scully told him, turning to head for the bathroom.
“Okay, sure,” Mulder called back, “Lotion’s under the sink.”
Scully blushed, walking away.
This was ridiculous. She was a grown woman, she would not be a prisoner to her hormones. Five minutes into her shower and nothing was working. She put the water as cold as she could stand, then made it even colder. Her teeth chattered but her erection did not subside. She thought of the most unappealing things. Her most unpleasant sexual encounter. The professor who hit on her in class and made her skin crawl. The most gruesome crime scenes. Of the texture of viscera during autopsies. She thought of the worst food she’s ever eaten. The most disgusting motel rooms she and Mulder ever stayed in. Nothing was happening.
On one hand, she wanted to congratulate Mulder on his stamina, on the other, she wanted to strangle him.
He’d probably like that, Scully huffed, and her cock twitched.
She let out a frustrated groan, slapping her hand against the tile wall.
What was she supposed to do? Nothing was working and she was wasting time. She hadn’t even washed yet, and the longer she was in here the greater the chance they’d be late. No, the longer she was in here, the more convinced Mulder would be that she had masturbated. Her face heated in embarrassment at the notion, but her hips bucked into the air. Was she just prolonging the inevitable? Mulder had essentially given her permission–which was partly the aspect that had her most worried. And at the same time, his acknowledgment and permission made this even worse.
If she was going to do this, Mulder could not know.
Did that make it worse?
Time was wasting. She needed to stop thinking and set to work. It was just a physiological response. She was familiar with the concept of morning wood. Sometimes spontaneous erections were just an aspect of life for someone with a penis.
This wasn’t spontaneous, though, and Scully knew it.
It was very, truly and wholeheartedly connected to the dream she was trying simultaneously to erase from her mind and store every sensation from into a box to keep forever. The dream had been…strange. It was weird, right? To be herself and not herself. To fuck herself as Mulder.
The notion made her shudder and her hand went to her cock involuntarily, stroking once.
Well, I’m doing this, I guess…
As long as release was her goal, it didn’t…hurt to think about the dream, right?
She closed her eyes, beginning to slowly stroke herself, testing out what sensations felt best.
She thought back to the dream.
It made her feel…powerful. To have Mulder small and pliant under her. The way he whimpered and spread his legs for her. How each thrust made him cry out. The way he was so close to begging even though they had barely begun. The end of the dream also made her feel powerful. To be so full from him. To pull him tight against her as he stretched her; how she tensed and released to accommodate him.
Scully began pumping faster.
To give and to receive. She was a stranger to neither, though not quite in these same circumstances. She’d be lying to herself if she hadn’t considered a range of scenarios for the prospect of sex with Mulder. She could see them clearly now. Sometimes they were in her bed and it was slow and loving. Tender kisses and gentle caresses. Sometimes it was hot and heavy, Mulder fucking her. In her bed. On his couch. Over their old desk.
Scully whimpered and her eyes snapped open, straining for any indication that Mulder might have heard her. Certain the sound hadn’t been louder than the water, she continued.
Sometimes Scully was on top. Riding him as he held her hips; kissed her breasts; stared up at her in reverence.
Sometimes…Scully topped.
She gave a great deal of consideration to their height difference. It would be tricky, but certainly doable. Mulder on his back, her kneeling between his legs, a pillow lifting his hips. Mulder kneeling on the couch and her standing behind him, taking him tenderly--or not-so tenderly--from behind.
Her thumb rubbed across her tip and she shuddered, jerking her hips into her own hand.
She wondered if Mulder thought about these scenarios. If his tastes overlapped with hers.
I’m not a mirror-on-the-ceiling kind of guy, he had said.
Well, Scully thought, speeding up her hand and moving her hips in tandem, I wouldn’t be upset if you were.
She thought of storming out of the bathroom, leading Mulder into the bedroom and fucking him senseless right here and now.
Her eyes opened and she frowned.
No, too weird.
She closed her eyes again.
She thought of them, returned to normal and her storming up to Mulder, grabbing his hand--no, grabbing him by the tie, and leading him to the bedroom. She’d push him back onto the bed, pull his pants down to his ankles and straddle him, not even wasting time taking anything off that wasn’t in the way.
In a million scenarios he would put his quick mouth to use, but in this one she wouldn’t need it. She was already ready for him.
Scully could feel her orgasm building, and she rotated her wrist as she stroked. Even with Mulder-sized hands, she had to put some effort into her strokes, making sure to sensitize every inch of herself.
“Fuck,” she growled, and it almost sent her over the edge.
Her eyes snapped open again as a thought occurred to her. She had completely forgotten that Mulder’s voice was at her disposal.
For a moment, her excitement subsided as she considered whether this went a step too far.
He had given her permission to jerk off as him, but was using his voice something he would be okay with?
Hey Mulder, she thought, Do you mind if I say things to myself in your voice to help me cum? Don’t read too much into it.
She snorted a laugh and shook her head.
What a ridiculous, stupid, horrible scenario. What a complicated situation to be in. It was…kind of hot.
Scully was close, and she was grateful. The sooner she came, the sooner they could move on from this entire mess.
She thought back to how Mulder had smirked at her pillow. It was her own features smirking, but the face moved in a way that was so distinctly Mulder.
Was he simply entertained at her misfortune, or did he possibly find the whole situation…arousing? His eyes couldn’t stop trailing to her hips and he had been so insistent that she go take care of it. She wondered what he was doing right now. If he was enjoying his coffee and going about his morning routine. Was he going over the casefile? Or was he sitting there, thinking about her in the shower? Had he suggested jerking off simply to help her rid herself of an unwanted erection, or was he delighted by the prospect of her stroking herself in the next room?
Was he thinking about her right now like she was thinking about him?
Was he wet?
Was he maybe touching–
Scully came hard, her eyes going blind as they snapped open. She choked a gasp, biting her lip to stop from screaming. She shot her load into the shower spray, trying her best to aim towards the drain. It just kept coming, and she continued to stoke rapidly until the sensation became too much and she released her grip.
She panted heavily, leaning her forehead against the tile and trying to catch her breath.
Mercifully, she began to soften.
Her legs felt like jelly and the waves of bliss kept rolling over her, softer and softer until she grinned in pleasure.
She sighed, shaking her head.
Well, she thought, That’s done.
She showered quickly, keeping her mind blank and working methodically. This whole situation was a means to an end, and now she needed to get back on track. It was purely a physiological response and she needed to take care of it by any means necessary.
When she emerged from the shower, towel around her waist, Mulder was dressed and sitting at the dining table, sipping his coffee. His eyes searched her face, and his lips pulled into a tight line, but he stayed quiet. It was a question.
Did you?
Scully wasn’t going to answer it.
“I can show you how to do your hair and makeup,” Scully informed him, “Lemme get dressed first and then we can do that.”
“Sounds good,” Mulder nodded, taking another sip of his drink.
Scully was almost back in the bedroom when she heard it.
“How did it go?” he called.
The bastard. He really wasn’t going to let it go.
Scully walked back to the entryway.
“I just thought about that motel in Boise and it worked like a charm,” Scully lied.
Mulder laughed, shaking his head at the memory, but something flashed in his eyes. Was it disappointment? Or was Scully simply being hopeful?
Scully turned back around and walked to the bedroom.
As she shut the door behind her, she replayed the last five seconds over and over in her head, trying to decipher his response. Even as her, he could play it cool--masking his thoughts. He couldn’t always hide the little details from her, though. The way he gripped the mug tightly. The tension in his shoulders. In his jaw. She knew him, and she knew herself. If she had to guess, Mulder had been clamping his thighs together under the table.
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Time for Beryl and Sapphire S2ep2!
Starting off strong with Sapphire wanting to show how the human world is worth saving, I just find it really precious especially when it gives a throwback to the scene in S1 where they both see the other side of each other's world inverted.
We then finally learn a bit more about the companions by Beryls's side as they were really not expanded on in the original story and how one is plotting and almost sinister but I think might hide behind that mask as he is shown to be the guard of the Demon King. While the other tries to help him in finding a way to shared his human vision of the world so he can see the beauty of the festival and so change him mind.
Then we get to the end of the episode where we get more Beryl and Sapphire interactions which i adore cause of how sweet they are and man they really do give me cute aggression when this scene happened.
And upon confirming the last time in S1 where he visited the human realm and also saw sapphire as a monster proceeds to say:
#saj babblz#saj watches#beryl and sapphire#b&s#god they give me so much happiness i can't stop pausing and screenshotting the whole thing
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#a e s t h e t i c#intimate#desire#hot as fuck#sexy content#couple aesthetic#intimacy#body art#casal#sexy tease#couple goals#couple cuddling#could be us#lovers#lust#b&w aesthetic#sex and drugs#cuddling & snuggling#snuggles#touch#passion#relationship goals
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Remus: what happened again??
Regulus: well I was walking outside and I saw James, so I just came to kiss him…
Remus: and??
Regulus: he rejected me! So I tried again, he rejected me again!
Remus: maybe that wasn’t him?
Regulus: do you know any other gryffindor who can talk to a dog while playing with a golden snitch?
Remus: a dog?
Regulus: yeah that black dog
Remus: what did you say to James exactly before leaving
Regulus: he is the one who left! I said to him that he was less shy last night and he ran!!
Remus: I’m sorry for your loss
Regulus: what
#James is still running#reggie didn’t know#sirius being sirius#sirius is a drama queen#Remus is tired of them#starchaser#sunseeker#jegulus#marauders era#gay dead wizards#dead gay wizard from the 70s#sirius black#S. O. B.#james potter#regulus black#remus lupin#platonic moonwater
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