#outer range fall prompts
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11. Fall baking
With Rhett Abbott
( its one of my favorite things to do! Baking is a huge part of my family especially things like apple /pear baked goods. Home made ice cream, meat pie, candied carrots and oatmeal products!)
BAAAAAABES!!!!! Ya had me at Rhett Abbott (lol)
Rhett was exhausted, even as he climbed over the paddock fence and back onto the grass. He wanted nothing more than to head up to the barn loft and go right to sleep in the hay, flopping right into it as he often did at night after the kids were all put to bed. Fall was always the hardest on the ranch and with it came more work to be done than during the summer.
It had been a hell of a morning. The kids had all been so excited since Halloween was right around the corner and they'd get to wear their costumes to school. The girls of course were no problem, but the boys? That was an entirely different story.
Tatum and Tanner had gotten really into watching Stranger Things on the weekends and both had wanted to go as Eddie for Halloween. You and Rhett saw absolutely no problem with this......until the rude awakening he had received that morning.
Usually Rhett got up about an hour after Royal did to go and help him with the cows, but Royal insisted that he try and get some sleep. Unfortunately, the two little ghouls had thought otherwise, both excited as ever to act out the part of Eddie Munson. Somehow they had gotten a hold of Rhett's old cassette player, hooked it up to the stereo system in the living room and proceeded to blast out "Master of Puppets", waking their father and you from your blissful sleep. Deep down Rhett was laughing, but still had given the boys an earful before you sent them and the girls off to school.
Back to the house he went, tired as hell, but surprised when the heavy smell of cinnamon, nutmeg and cloves reached his nose. "Darlin' you in here?" he called.
"Yep!" you called back.
Rhett entered the kitchen and sure enough, there you were, scooping something from a metal bowl onto a cookie sheet. "Whatcha got?" he asked. "Smells good."
"Pumpkin cookies," you told him. "A friend of mine gave me this recipe a while back and the kids will probably be hankering for something when they get home."
"Thank God they won't be home till three-thirty," Rhett chuckled.
"I hate to tell you babe," you said. "But it's a half day today and a three day weekend."
"Oh fuck me!" Rhett groaned, running his hands over his face.
"Well, I'd like to but unfortunately these have to go right in the oven," you laughed.
"I might just call Wes and see if he can bring'em on over to their place over on the Res," Rhett mused. "I mean, both sets of kids run around like a pack of wild coyotes anyways."
"Whatever you wanna do," you told him.
"What can it hurt?" Rhett said to you. "I mean, they'll wander till sunset and if they come home with cuts and bruises, then we fix it."
You shook your head and smiled as you finished your work before Rhett gave Wes a call to let him know that the kids could get off at his place and stay until dinner.
"Here, lemme help you," he said.
"You sure?"
"I've got nothin better to do today," Rhett said, his crooked little grin beginning to show. "The kids will be with Wes and Nora until dinner and all the critters have been taken care of."
"Alright, if you insist," you told him.
You were pleasantly surprised by how quick he was with everything, grabbing whatever spices you needed from the cabinet and sticking the cookie sheets in the oven before taking the others out to cool. "You sure they're supposed to look like that?" he asked. "They only look half done."
"They're supposed to look like that Rhett," you laughed.
You and him spent the better part of that late morning and into the afternoon in that kitchen, the heavy smells of cinnamon, nutmeg and all the smells of fall hanging about in the kitchen. Once the last of it had gone into the oven, you and Rhett stood by, his arms around yours as you leaned against the counters and him half asleep as he rested his head against your shoulder.
Rhett's head shot right up when the timer went off on the oven. You laughed a little, tapping against his arms as he let you loose long enough to get the last tray of cookies out of the oven. "If you wanna go upstairs and take a nap," you told him. "We've got plenty of time before Wes brings the little miscreants back."
"I might," Rhett said. "Care to join?"
"I wouldn't mind at all," you said, setting the tray on top of the stove and shutting everything off.
Up you went with your husband, the two of you practically falling into your bed before you curled into each other. Though fall came with all its hard work and heavy toil, you and Rhett never failed to find a moment of peace with each other.
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Makin' the Best of a Bad Situation
Fandom: Outer Range, Rhett Abbott, f!reader
Summary: When Rhett and you get caught in a heavy rainstorm, you must take shelter in an old abandoned barn. Soaking wet and shivering, the two of you find your own way of heating things up.
Word Count: 2685
TW: Steamy/Smut, Fluff, Frottage, Undressing Each Other, Dirty Talk, Established Relationship, Language, Rhett picks Reader up
Notes: This is the smuttiest thing I have ever posted so I hope you enjoy!
Thank you so much to @writercole for the three-word prompt "flowers, forever, run" with Rhett. And a big thanks to @lorecraft for beta reading and to @mayhem24-7forever and @musings-of-a-rose for reading it over and providing your support. I love you all!!!
A cool drop of water burst against your cheek, rousing you from your slumber. Your eyes flutter open in surprise and you see that the brilliant blue sky that had been above you for what seems like seconds ago has turned a dark, cloudy gray.
As another drop of rain splashes against your skin, you turn your head where it is resting on Rhett’s chest and stare up at his still-sleeping face which is slightly obscured by the baseball cap he has pulled down low. He looks so peaceful when he is asleep– younger, less burdened. But as much as it pains you to wake him from his much deserved rest, you know it is necessary.
So, running your fingers across his chest, you murmur, “Baby, wake up. It’s starting to rain.”
Rhett mumbles something in his sleep and wraps his arm around your waist, drawing you in tighter against him. Smiling, you bend over and press your lips to his as the rain begins to fall more rapidly. “Come on, Sleeping Beauty. Get up.”
With a groan, he peels open one eye to stare at you from under the bill of his cap. “Whatcha on about?”
“It’s raining. And we’re still a ways away from the house. We gotta start heading back.”
He glances up at the sky as if it has just occurred to him that he is currently being rained on. Sighing, he gently rolls you off him and he heaves himself to his feet. Then he holds out his hands and helps you up.
Once you are standing before him, Rhett brushes off a few petals and blades of grass that are clinging to your dress. But when he looks up at your face, you see him notice something over your shoulder that makes him freeze– his eyes growing wide –and he breathes, “Oh shit.”
Confused, you turn to see what he is looking at, and you gasp.
A wall of rain is traveling across the pasture heading straight towards your picnic spot. As you stare at it in disbelief, part of you can’t help but marvel at the sight. The seemingly solid mass of water is moving swiftly across the field, engulfing the land as it passed. You watch as it swallows up one of the fences, the posts disappearing into the massive storm.
And the noise! It is a wonder you hadn’t noticed the sound before, but as it draws closer, it is impossible to ignore. The thunderous pounding of rain on the hard, dry ground is an ominous warning of what is coming.
You have only seen a storm like this once before and the rain was so bad it washed out your driveway, trapping you in your house for days. And this storm is heading straight for you.
Rhett grabs your hand and yells, “Run!”
“But our stuff!” You try to reach for the blanket the two of you had been laying on, but Rhett yanks you away as he urges you forward.
“It’ll be fine. Now go!”
Rhett half drags you along as his long legs outpace yours but you manage to keep up as you tear through the pasture heading for the house. Just a short time earlier, you and Rhett had been chasing each other through these same flowers before he had wrestled you down onto the blanket. But all the carefree fun of that time has been replaced by a frantic urgency as you try to outrun the worst of the storm.
But you are just too far away from shelter. In minutes, the soft drizzling around you morphs into a torrential downpour. The hard raindrops sting your skin and within seconds, you are soaked to the bone. You squeeze Rhett’s hand as tightly as you can. Through the sheets of rain, you can only barely see him and you are scared that if his hand slips from yours, the two of you won’t be able to find each other again and you don’t relish the thought of weathering the storm all alone.
Suddenly, your hand is pulled sharply to the left. You stumble slightly on the slippery grass but manage to stay on your feet. Over the pounding roar of the rain, it sounds like Rhett is attempting to shout something to you, but you can’t make it out. However, you trust he knows what he is doing and you continue to follow his lead.
A few moments later, a building suddenly emerges out of the blinding rain. You only manage a quick glance before Rhett pulls you inside, but it looks like an old feed barn of some kind. Rhett had once mentioned there were a few abandoned barns or storage sheds scattered around the property left from the days when the ranch had flourished. But as business dwindled and their herd got smaller, there wasn’t a need for all these buildings and the upkeep was costing them more than they were worth. So, the Abbotts had just forgotten about them.
This is apparent as you look around the space. Though there didn’t seem to be any lights in the barn, it is still bright enough outside in the storm to illuminate the space around you. Empty food containers and turned over crates are thrown haphazardly on the far side of the barn and you see several bird's nests up in the rafters. The roof is leaking in half a dozen places, rain pouring in and puddling on the hay-covered floor. However, the middle section of the barn has held up fairly well and you and Rhett are able to find a dry area to huddle together.
Rhett stares out into the pouring rain as he pulls off his baseball cap, rings it out, and stuffs it into his back pocket. Shaking his head in disbelief, he turns towards you. Raising his voice to be heard over the rain pounding on the tin roof, he says, “What the hell was that? I ain’t ever seen a storm come on that fast. You alright?”
You shrug with a small smile. “Sure. It’s just a little water.” You look down at the sizeable puddle that has formed underneath your dripping form. “Well…. A lot of water.”
“Didn’t think it was supposed to rain ‘til tonight. Sorry our date was ruined.” Rhett reaches out and plucks the flower from where he had tucked it behind your ear earlier this afternoon. When he had placed it there, it had been lively and full. But now it hung limply in his fingers with half the petals missing.
As he tosses it to the floor, you shake your head. “It wasn’t ruined! We had such a great time before the rain…. or at least I did. The rain doesn’t take that time away from us.”
“Guess that’s true,” Rhett admits. Then a small smile creeps across his face. “And I had a good time too. I’m glad you talked me into it.”
“See? I told you a picnic was a good idea!”
A small shiver runs across your skin as the wind blows through the barn carrying a mist of rain with it. Rhett notices and begins to look around for something to wrap around you. But there isn’t anything left like that in the barn. Finally giving up, he says, “Maybe you should just take off that dress. You’re never gonna dry off in that wet thing.”
“Oh!” You feel the heat blooming across your face. “I mean, that’s probably a good idea, but I’m not… I’m not wearing anything under it,” you admit shyly.
Rhett just chuckles. “I hate to tell ya, sweetheart, but that’s been pretty apparent since we got in here.”
You glance down and notice he’s right. Your thin sundress has become practically see-through in its current soaked state as it clings tightly to your body and you feel your cheeks burn even hotter as you try to cover yourself.
But Rhett gently takes your hands and moves them aside. “Ain’t nothin’ I ain’t seen before. Besides, I’ve been imaginin’ takin’ this off you since the moment I saw you in it.”
His hands hover just above the straps on your shoulders, hesitating as he waits for your approval to continue. When you give him a small nod, he smiles and runs his hands across your shoulders and down your arms, pulling the straps down with them. Soon, your dress is pooled in a wet heap by your feet and Rhett takes a step back.
He’s right. He had seen you naked nearly a hundred times before. But that had always been in a bedroom or the shower or that one time in the back of his truck. Somehow it feels different– more vulnerable –to be standing bare in front of him in the middle of the day in an open barn. You feel so much more exposed, but as much as that terrifies you, you also feel a familiar heat begin pooling in your stomach.
And the heat only grows as you see how Rhett is looking at you. You didn’t know it was possible for someone to look like they wanted to lovingly worship every inch of you while simultaneously wanting to ravage your body senseless. Yet somehow, Rhett is managing it. His blue eyes darken several shades as they roam your body, his tongue darting out to wet his lips.
And when you shift your eyes down to escape the heady weight of his gaze, you notice that his wet clothes are not doing a much better job at hiding his body than yours had been. His t-shirt clings to his stomach, accentuating the hard muscles you know lurk just beneath. And as your eyes drift lower, you gasp at the bulge straining in his jeans. Never have you seen him this turned on just from looking at you. Usually, it took a fair bit of teasing on your part to make a noticeable impression, but even then it was nothing like this.
You squeeze your legs together as you try to suppress your own building desire, but Rhett notices immediately. His eyes flash and he reaches out to grasp your hip. Pulling you closer, he uses the other hand to cup your breast, his thumb ghosting over your hardened nipple. You melt into his touch, leaning your head back as a soft moan escapes your lips. He repeats the motion and you feel a shiver of pleasure run straight to your core.
With your neck exposed, Rhett leans in and begins sucking on the tender skin just above your collarbone. You had scolded him in the past for leaving marks in places you would either have to explain or try to cover, but you know he loves it when you show them off. Show the world that he has claimed you as his own. So, just this once, you let him.
You tilt your head so he has a better angle and he begins to travel up your neck towards your jaw, alternating between sucking and kissing along the way. But when he reaches the spot just below your ear, you turn his head so you are staring at each other.
Running your finger over his full lips, you purr, “Why is it fair that I’m the only one not wearing clothes?”
His eyes flash. “Guess it ain’t. Wanna help me fix that?”
“Of course, baby. Anything you want.”
Your hands slide under his shirt and over his firm stomach. In a reversal of his removal of your dress, you gather up the soaked fabric as your hands slowly travel up his chest. You stare at his face the entire time, relishing in the small twitches of his jaw or fluttering of his eyes as you go.
Once his shirt has joined your dress on the floor, you begin to trail your hands across his broad frame. Your fingers trace the tattoo on his chest and you remember when you went with him to get it. How stoic and calm he was as the needle drove the ink deep into his skin, leaving a permanent mark. Much like how he drove into you later that night after he took you home. That had been your first time with Rhett, though certainly not the last. But even in those early days, you knew he was not someone you would ever be able to shake off. That night he had inked himself onto your soul and regardless of what your future holds, you know he will be a part of you forever.
As your hands continue their journey downward, you press yourself against him as you reach his belt. In doing so, your chest rubs against his, and your bare thigh brushes against the bulge in his pants. Now it’s his turn to let out a soft moan as his eyes slip closed. Smiling, you move your leg up and down, slowly caressing him through his jeans. But just as you feel him twitch against you, Rhett pushes you away.
Panting slightly, he murmurs, “You keep that up, sweetheart, and I’m not gonna last more than a few minutes.”
“What’s wrong, Abbott? Do I have you all hot and bothered?” you tease, trying to ignore the throbbing between your own legs.
Rhett gives a shaky chuckle as he runs his fingers through his hair, slicking back the damp strands. “Oh, like ya wouldn’t believe. But I’m not ready for it to end just yet. Still got some things I wanna do to you.” He reaches out and takes your hand, placing it back on his belt buckle. “But first, I thought you said you’d help me with this.”
“I did,” you coo. Quickly, you undo the buckle and slip your hand inside the waistband of his jeans. Squeezing him through his boxers so he bucks into your hand, you say, “And then I’ll help you with this.”
Rhett growls as he grabs your wrist, causing you to release him. “What did I just say?”
“Sorry, I couldn’t hear you over the rain.” He squeezes your wrist tighter, and you know you are just about to push him over the edge. You stare at him, your eyes daring him to make a move. “Maybe you should say it again… with more detail.”
His expression is almost predatory; his smirk is all teeth with a lusty possessive gleam in his eye. If anyone else looked at you like this, it would terrify you. But on Rhett, it makes you want to drop to your knees and give him whatever he wants. The heat in your core begins to grow stronger, and you feel yourself getting wet between your legs once more. Only this time, it isn’t because of the rain.
Rhett releases your wrist and brings his hands up to cup the sides of your face. Drawing you closer until your faces are only a breath apart. “You wanna know what I’m gonna do to you?” You nod eagerly as his deep voice envelops you, causing your breath to hitch slightly in your chest. “First, I’m gonna make you fall apart again and again on my fingers until you are beggin’ for my cock. And I’ll only give it to ya if you use your words to ask nicely. Know that can be hard for you sometimes.”
You moan as you squeeze your legs together, trying to give yourself even the slightest relief. “Rhett… please…”
“Uh uh. Not yet, sweetheart.” He brushes the hair from your face, his grin widening at your neediness. “But I’ll make it worth the wait. Gonna fill you up just how you like and fuck you until my name is the only word you can remember. Is that enough detail for ya?”
“Yes!” you gasp. “Please, Rhett! Just like that! I need it! I need you!”
He presses his lips against yours, the kiss frenzied and heated as he lifts you up so you can wrap your legs around his hips. Breaking away for just a moment, he gasps, “Well you got me, sweetheart. Now and forever.”
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to the nines
pairing: rhett abbott x childhood friend!reader
author’s note: this was originally supposed to be a drabble, but it got away from me slightly and turned into something a little longer (surprise, surprise).
based on this prompt from @therebeccaw. i also tried to incorporate a request from @mermaidxatxheart about the moment when rhett decided he wanted his relationship with his childhood friend to be more.
special thanks to @luminousnotmatter for being the best outer range viewing buddy™️ (even when i jumped a couple episodes ahead of her 🤭) and @whisperofsong for not being mad at me for falling in love with her man 😉
warnings: some brief language, mentions of alcohol, and fluff sprinkled in for good measure.
You and Rhett were friends.
You always had been friends.
You always would be friends.
Just friends.
“He’s just a friend,” you’d insisted hotly in the seventh grade when some of your classmates had been teasing you about your “big ol’ crush on Rhett Abbott.”
“She’s just a friend,” Rhett told the boys who had been ribbing him and making lewd comments when they found out he was taking you to the junior prom.
“We’re just friends,” you’d chorus together whenever you happened to travel with Rhett to cheer him on at an out-of-town rodeo and elderly women in the crowd commented on what a cute couple the two of you made.
So, like the good friend that he was, Rhett had been gracious enough to agree to attend your former college roommate’s wedding as your plus one. You knew all the other friends and acquaintances who’d be attending would have boyfriends, girlfriends, husbands, and wives on their arms, and the thought of showing up alone had been too wounding to your pride to even contemplate. You and Rhett always had a good time together, and you knew he’d make sure the night was memorable.
What you hadn’t known was that he was going to take your breath away and make it damn near impossible to concentrate on anything beyond the sight of him in that suit.
You’d known Rhett Abbott for almost your entire life, and never had you known him to get as dressed up as he was tonight. The closest he’d ever come was when Cecilia managed to wrangle his butt to church on Sunday and force him into a respectable button down. Hell, even when he’d taken you to the junior prom, the most he’d managed was a “clean pair o’ jeans and my nicest flannel,” as he’d put it.
But tonight.
Tonight, Rhett Abbott looked like one of those Hollywood actors the ladies at the hair salon in town loved to swoon over as they flipped through their magazines while waiting for their dye jobs to set.
Dressed to the nines, he looked like a million bucks and you found yourself unable to tear your eyes away from him.
You’d nearly tripped and fell down the damn stairs when he’d come to your house to pick you up earlier, the sight of him in that crisp black suit and tie, with his hair slicked back and his eyes somehow looking bluer than you’d ever seen them, enough to rob you of all coherent thought.
Rhett had just chuckled in that easygoing way of his. “It’s a monkey suit, I know,” he grimaced, holding out an arm to you as he walked you to where his truck was parked outside your family’s home. “But when you told me the wedding was gonna be in Laramie, I figured a clean pair o’ jeans and my nicest flannel wasn’t going to cut it,” he added with a wink, helping you up into the cab of the truck.
“You clean up real nice, Abbott,” you managed to get out past lips that suddenly felt as dry as sandpaper.
Real nice? He’d never looked better and you’d never wanted him more.
For all that you’d spent years trying to convince everybody—especially yourself—that you and Rhett were just friends, you knew in your heart of hearts that it wasn’t true. You wanted more. You’d always wanted more.
You wanted him to be your real plus one, not just the childhood pal who’d agreed to tag along so you wouldn’t have to go stag.
As silly as you knew it was, you couldn’t help the rush of pride you felt when your former housemates and classmates from your college days rushed to bombard you at the reception with questions about your “sexy date.”
“How long have you two been together?”
“Where did you meet him?”
“Does he have a twin brother?”
“Is he as good in bed as he looks?”
You laughed and shrugged and hoped your embarrassment wasn’t too apparent as you told them, “Oh, no, we’re just friends.”
Lucy, who had been one of your housemates during your junior and senior years, arched a skeptical brow as she sipped on her Dirty Shirley. “Please. You have not been able to stop eye fucking that guy all night. Just friends my ass.”
“Lucy!” you gasped, feeling your cheeks and neck grow warm in mortification. You glanced around sheepishly, praying that Rhett wasn’t within earshot. He’d gone off to the bar to get the two of you a couple of whiskey sours.
“Tell me I’m wrong,” Lucy smirked, swirling her straw around in her glass. Then she suddenly leaned in closer. “But don’t be embarrassed, sweet pea,” she whispered conspiratorially. “That boy hasn’t been able to keep those gorgeous baby blues off you either.”
Before you could fully register Lucy’s comment, let alone unpack its meaning, your friend was stepping back and grinning, her gaze landing just beyond your shoulder. “Oh, heya, Rhett.”
Stiffening slightly, you turned and met his blue gaze, warm and steady and quite determinedly fixed on you. You instantly felt your mouth dry up again. Damn this man and that damned suit.
“This little sweet pea and I were just talking ’bout how much we wanna dance,” Lucy went on, slinging an arm around your shoulders and nudging you pointedly. “So I better go find my husband before he finds himself another partner,” she added with the exuberant laugh she had always been known for, flouncing off and leaving you torn between wanting to strangle her and wanting to laugh at her tenacity.
Left alone with Rhett, you looked up to find his gaze still fixed on your face, his lips upturned in a smile that almost looked shy. But when had Rhett Abbott ever been shy around you?
Setting down the whiskey sours he’d obtained, still untouched, on the table, he held out a hand to you. “What do you say then, sweet pea?” he drawled, teasing the nickname Lucy always used for you. “Wanna dance with me?”
Trying to pretend your stomach wasn’t currently doing about fifty consecutive somersaults, you just nodded and slipped your hand into his. It was rough and calloused and absolutely perfect.
Just as Etta James’ At Last started thrumming through the speakers, Rhett pulled you onto the dance floor and tugged you into his arms, one arm wrapping around your waist as he maintained his grip on your hand with the other.
“Just like junior prom,” he grinned, his thumb gently brushing against the back of your hand as you swayed to the music.
Funny, you didn’t remember feeling like every nerve ending in your body was on fire when you were at junior prom.
“Mhm, though I have to say you clean up much nicer tonight,” you laughed, resting your free hand on his shoulder as you gazed up at him.
“I’ll have you know that was the nicest flannel I owned at the time,” Rhett scoffed, feigning hurt.
You just giggled in response, which made Rhett’s facade crack as his face split into an amused grin.
“You looked beautiful that night,” he murmured suddenly, his grip on your waist tightening by a fraction. “But I think you look even more beautiful tonight,” he added, his expression suddenly serious.
It was strange how your mouth managed to feel like the Sahara, while your legs felt like water.
“Thank you, Rhett,” you said softly, your voice barely above a whisper. Your brain was so addled that you weren’t even able to come up with a teasing response.
“County fair’s coming up soon,” he said, abruptly changing the subject, though his piercing blue eyes remained trained on your face.
“Mhm,” you mumbled, nodding slowly. “I think my mama’s gonna get a booth.”
“I was thinkin’ you and me could go together,” Rhett said, his voice suddenly sounding even lower and deeper than usual.
“Of course,” you nodded, not phased in the slightest. You and Rhett had been going to county fairs together since you were kids.
What did phase you was the way Rhett leaned in close and brushed a loose lock of hair away from your cheek, his lips skimming your skin as he whispered in your ear, “I don’t want to go as your friend.”
Your breath caught in your throat instantly and you were immediately grateful that he was holding onto you so tightly. “A date, Abbott?” you questioned, peering up at him as your pulse pounded in your veins.
“A date,” Rhett nodded, not a single trace of hesitation or ounce of a waver in his voice.
“You sure?” you asked, a slight tremor in your voice. There would be no going back if you did this.
“Never surer,” Rhett replied, his fingertips gently pressing into the small of your back as he pulled you closer.
“Alright then, Abbott,” you smiled, barely able to contain your excitement. “It’s a date.”
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Lieutenantfloyd's Masterlist
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TOP GUN
Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw
Fics:
The Double Proposal
Family relations
Headcanons:
SFW alphabet
Slow dancing with rooster would include
Sleep headcanons
Tickling headcanons
Robert 'Bob' Floyd
Fics:
Don’t Cry Over Spilled Beer
Darling You Send Me, Honest You Do
Halloween imagine
Headcanons:
SFW alphabet
domestic life as bobs pretty little housewife would include
Moodboards:
Christmas with Bob
Springtime with Bob
Jake 'Hangman' Seresin
Fics:
Dancing In The Dark, Alight by Fire
Halloween Imagine
Headcanons:
misc Hangman headcanons
SFW alphabet
Moodboards:
Soft! aesthetic
New Years Eve
Small town romance
Beau 'Cyclone' Simpson
Fics:
Everything, Everything, and the Search for Reclamation
Hold Me, Flatter me
Halloween imagine
Wintering together + falling in love (original ask/prompt)
Headcanons:
misc Cyclone headcanons
Dad! Cyclone (+ Wife! reader) headcanons
SFW alphabet
NSFW alphabet *18+ Only*
dating an autistic!Reader would include
Helping you avoid a meltdown
Dating headcanons
Childhood headcanons
Moodboards:
Wintering together
Pumpkin patch
Pete “Maverick’ Mitchell
Fics:
A Bad Day for Love (But a Good Day for Flower Shops)
Halloween imagine
Headcanons:
SFW alphabet
NSFW alphabet *18+ Only*
Moodboards:
Christmas with Mav
Natasha 'Phoenix' Trace
Headcanons:
Phoenix as your girlfriend
Moodboards:
Vacationing together
Springtime with Phoenix
Mickey 'fanboy' Garcia
Headcanons:
Fanboy as your S/O
Javy 'Coyote' Machado
Headcanons:
SFW alphabet
Moodboards:
Domestic life
Ron 'Slider' Kerner
Fics:
Rebel Yell *18+ Only*
Headcanons:
sfw alphabet
Tom "Iceman" Kazansky
Headcanons:
Dating headcanons
Series
When Duty Calls - Cyclone x reader
The Little Things - Dagger Squad (+ Cyclone) x reader
Playlists:
*Shoulder Shimmy* - Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw
Love Notes and Vinyl - Robert “Bob” Floyd
Red Hot Blooded American - Jake “Hangman” Seresin
Rebel Without a Cause - Pete “Maverick” Mitchell
Heatwave - Ron “Slider” Kerner
Strawberry Wine - Leonard “Wolfman” Wolfe
Summer at Fightertown USA
General Headcanons:
Top Gun characters as (non alcoholic) drinks
Where I think Top Gun characters grew up
Music Top Gun characters would listen to
The Dagger squad plays laser tag
Rooster and Cyclone's kids' being best friends - AU
What i think Top Gun characters order at a coffee shop
Other:
Departure - icemav
Incorrect quotes
DUNE
Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen
Fics:
Creature *18+ Only*
Headcanons:
Competing for your affection (Feyd-Rautha & Rabban x reader)
Gurney Halleck
Fics:
Narrow Honor
Stilgar
Fics:
Nectar *18+ Only*
Glossu Rabban
Headcanons:
Competing for your affection (Feyd-Rautha & Rabban x reader)
Other
Preferences:
How they react to you suddenly kissing them
Tom Cruise
Fics:
In Demand - Tom Cruise x reader x Jon Hamm
Moodboards:
Being an F1 driver and dating him
Elvis Presley
Fics:
Casting Spells
Headcanons:
SFW relationship headcanons
NSFW alphabet *18+ Only*
Outer Range
Royal Abbott
Fics:
Something Domestic
Masters of the Air
Robert "Rosie" Rosenthal
Fics:
Love is a mystery
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Happy Friday! Prompting “we’ll get through this” kisses for Fenhawke 💖
Thank you so much for the prompt <3 I had a lot of fun writing this for @dadrunkwriting
Pairing: Fenris/male Hawke
Length: 622
Rating: G
The world seemed to become more dangerous with every breath they took.
He had watched many things falling apart, Lothering, his family, Kirkwall and finally the circles. He witnessed the deaths of hundreds and had heard the cries of a thousand oppressed souls even before he had made his choice.
Hawke remembered every minute he fought in the burning streets of Kirkwall.
It was almost ironic that it was so far behind them right now. He could swear that he still smelled the smoke hovering above the once so prideful city while his muscles burned from running.
Both he and Fenris had left the city as soon as they could.
They were refugees once more, just after they had built a home for themselves. Hawke felt bad for bringing Fenris into this position and he offered more than once for the elf to stay behind but he had refused.
A smile twitched on his cheeks at the mere thought of Fenris's scowl just after he made his proposition.
He knew that Fenris would follow him to the end of the world if he needed to, which was more than he could ever ask for. And no matter how bad he felt for the elf’s sake, he also was glad to have the company of his lover.
“This looks safe enough to make camp.” Fenris had scouted out a small and seemingly abandoned cave. “We shouldn’t be noticed as long as we don’t start a fire.”
“Meaning we need to keep each other warm through the night.” Hawke couldn’t help but grin, his innuendo met with a firm hit against the unarmoured part of his arm. But even the grumpy Tevinter elf couldn’t hide the hint of the half smile showing on his lips.
“I’m sorry.” The mage added once they had settled and he held his lover safely between his arms.
His cloak covered them both to keep each other warm, and they had both gotten rid of the outer parts of the armour to make things easier. He had insisted on taking the first watch, knowing that Fenris must have been incredibly exhausted.
And as far as Hawke knew, the elf was already asleep but he should be proven wrong.
“Sorry for what?” The gruff voice sounded tired as Fenris's head shifted back to lay on Hawke’s shoulder. He felt the softness of the white elf’s hair brushing against his neck before the tired gaze of green eyes met his.
“For waking you?” Hawke offered with a rough chuckle, knowing it was a poor lie. It didn’t even sound convincing to him.
“For being responsible you need to run again after just finding a home.” The mage added as Fenris kept staring at him silently. “I know you had a hard time settling in. I feel as if I ripped you away from home once more. For mages no less.”
“You promised to take me to weird places.” The elf answered without hesitation.
Fenris shifted slightly in his arms, eyes gazing intensely at his as his lips twitched into that sexy smirk again, sending Hawke’s brain into turmoil. “I knew what I was signing up for,” he added, leaning just a tad closer to be within range of Hawke’s lips.
“We got through things worse than this. We’ll get through this too.” Fenris's lips touched his lightly, close enough that Hawke felt the elf’s breath against his skin.
“And I’ll never leave your side,” he added, his voice almost too quiet to be heard before his lips got caught in a breathless kiss. It was truly remarkable how one person could make Hawke feel so at home.
And no matter what would come, he would make sure they’d return home again.
#dragon age#dragon age fanfiction#writing#prompt#fenhawke#dadrunkwriting#dragon age 2#my writing#Fenris#male Hawke#mage Hawke#male hawke/fenris#kisses#fluff
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Mayday
Summary: Kori, Roy, and Jason are stranded in outer space with life support steadily failing. Kori can survive without oxygen, but Roy and Jason cannot. And, Kori would do anything to save them.
Whumptober day elevel fill. Prompt: "all the lights going dark and my hope's destroyed" though I really used the whole song MAYDAY by TheFatRat and Laura Brehm.
The lights on the console flickered intermittently as the power cells in the ship struggled to keep even low levels of energy running through the circuits. The display screens shows the dark red swirling atmosphere of the planet RaeTha, the planet where they were meant to find a desperate resistance looking for their help. Instead, they had been fired on until their ship was as good as junk floating through space.
"Mayday, Mayday, please respond," Kori said into the long range radio. She then repeated that message in every language she knew, which was a painfully long list. It was the third time she had repeated her message, but she had yet to receive any response.
"Why aren't they coming for us," Jason rasped from the hallway behind her.
Kori spun around, panic swelling in her chest. "You shouldn't be up!" she chastised him.
"I have to do something," Jason tried to growl, but ended in a rough cough.
"No, you do not. Moving around and talking is only going to use up more air," Kori reprimanded him as firmly as she could, but she could hear the anxiety in her voice, which meant that Jason certainly heard the same. He could be perceptive about some things.
"Kori," he gasped, his voice suspiciously thin.
"No," she said, succeeding in sounding firm and immovable this time. She stood quickly and scooped Jason up in a bridal carry. He didn't respond with a squawk or a single protest. He just went boneless in her arms. The anxiety spun up tighter in her chest.
Kori strode down the familiar hallways of her ship at a fast clip, carrying Jason back to the big, comfortable bed that belonged to Kori but was of course open to both her companions whenever they wanted it. Roy was already spread across the blankets, looking pale. His chest was rising and falling shallowly. He cracked an eye when she walked in, but otherwise didn't move.
She tucked Jason gently into the blankets beside Roy and smoothed his hair away from his forehead. His brow creased in irritation, and he tried to wave her hand away, but he barely got his hand off the bed. She wondered how he managed to get all the way to the bridge in his condition.
"Oxygen?" Roy asked quietly, his voice a faint rasp.
Kori knew what he was asking, but hated to be the bearer of bad news.
"Ten percent," she answered solemnly.
Roy cussed and rolled toward Jason with a grunt of effort. He settled his calloused hand in Jason's. Kori watched him struggle to keep his breathing shallow and even. Any speeding up of his breath would just deplete the oxygen available to him and Jason all the faster.
They were dying. Kori was watching her boys die. HER BOYS.
"I'm going to fix this," she said, more for herself than for them.
"It's okay, Kori. Not your fault," Roy rasped.
"Love you. Fuck those assholes," Jason agreed blearily.
"Do not fear, my loves. Trust in me and I will protect you both," Kori said, her shoulders thrown back, and her face set in determination. She turned and left before they could say something to break her resolve. What she planned to do was risky, but she felt she had no other choice.
When the atmosphere contained less than 19.5% oxygen, any form of exertion could cause increased breathing rates, accelerated heartbeat and impaired thinking or coordination in humans. 12%-16% oxygen could cause the same symptoms even in people who were resting. At oxygen levels 6%-10% humans experienced nausea, vomiting, lethargy and eventually unconsciousness. Less than 6% caused convulsions, cessation of breathing and finally cardiac standstill.
Kori had been radioing for help for hours, but obviously the rest of the galaxy knew that the area they were in was dangerous and no one was answering. The oxygen in the ship was getting far too low for her to allow continuing with S.O.S. signals. She had one last thing she could try in order to energize the remaining power cells, but after she did it, she would be useless. She had to hope it would work and get the boys back on their feet. Once they were okay, they could surely work together to repair the rest of the ship and get them out of enemy territory.
She had to trust in them and in herself to do this.
Kori walked through the ship, turning down progressively more narrow hallways until she reached a ladder that led down into the bowels of the ship. She shimmied past the huge dark fuel cells to the hulking mass of the engine.
She had tried to fix things down there early in their predicament with Roy's help. But, they were in quite the predicament.
The engine needed energy from the fuel cells to get it started, but once it was started, it used antimatter in the core to keep running. Once the engine was running, it could recharge the fuel cells. When they had been hit by munitions from the planet below, a huge surge had run through the whole ship and fried all the energy cells attached to the engine. They had a few extra ones which they had switched out with the blown cells, but none of them were charged. The only way to charge them was to start the engine
So, the only option left was for Kori to start the engine herself.
Her hands started shaking as she opened one side of the huge cylinder that made up the casing of the engine. Inside the small door was a narrow opening leading to the core containing the antimatter.
Kori looked at all the warning signs printed on the outside of the antimatter for a long pregnant second before taking a deep breath of stagnant air and climbing into the narrow opening. She had to tuck her elbows and knees against her chest tightly and twist her feet in awkwardly to close the shielding door behind her. She hesitated with her hand on the door to the antimatter core. What she was planning to do was going to be extremely painful, and she wasn’t completely sure she would survive it.
She squeezed her eyes shut and pictured Jason and Roy as she had seen them just a few seconds ago. Her boys, her best friends and sometimes lovers, laying in her bed, slowly suffocating. They were running out of air, and it would only get worse the longer she took.
She had to do this. She was a hero. She knew she could do this.
Taking another bracing breath, Kori reached out and flicked open the three locks holding the shielding to the antimatter core shut. Inside was a glass container with a strangely undulating black nothingness inside. Kori couldn't feel anything change, but knew she was being hit by a truly wild amount of radiation. It was then or never.
Kori clenched all her muscles as tight as they would go as she let down all the walls she had built inside herself to hold the solar energy inside. She had to take down the walls and then somehow still hold all that energy inside with sheer force of will. Hold it, she cautioned herself. She had to let it go all at once. It had to be a big enough shock to start the engine, to ignite the core with her still inside it. She was tough, incredibly tough, she would survive somehow. She had to trust it.
She let go.
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Roy woke up and he could breathe. He took a deep breath, delicious air expanding in his lungs.
He opened his eyes and looked at Jason, his face slack in sleep, his chest rising steadily with big easy breaths.
God, she must have done it. She really fixed it somehow.
The relief was an intense balm over what had previously only been a heart full of defeat and despair. Then, Roy’s brain started to tick over with questions. Once he started to run through ways that Kori possibly could have saved them, he started to panic.
"Jason. Jay!" Roy shouted, shaking Jason hard. He started awake, sitting up quickly and then clutching his head and grimacing.
"Oh god, my head," he groaned.
"Kori, Jay. Where is Kori?" Roy croaked, trying to sit up himself and feeling dizzy from the head rush. He was lucky he didn't have the headache that Jason was dealing with, but then he hadn't tried to walk around the ship with barely any oxygen to breathe.
"What?" Jason said, squinting at Roy. "I don't know. Didn't she? Wasn't she at the bridge?" he asked in confusion.
"She got the engine running somehow, but she's not here," Roy said, climbing to his feet and only swaying slightly. "Something's wrong."
Roy had a suspicion, but he really hoped he was wrong. He hoped that the people who shot at their ship had shown up and hooked them into their own life support systems. He hoped that Kori had gone outside and pushed their ship down onto the hostile planet. Roy hoped that she had done almost anything other than what he suspected, but he couldn't risk waiting another second to find her either way.
He wanted to tear through the ship, run at full tilt, but after the oxygen deprivation he had been subjected to, he had to hold onto the wall and hobble along the hallways at the pace of an octogenarian. Jason followed behind him, peppering him with questions until they got to the emergency launch and Roy took down one of the exosuits.
"You really think she's in there?" Jason rasped, but got to pulling on the suit a lot quicker than he had been moving before.
"There are other possibilities, but this is definitely the worst one. I just want to make sure she's not in there," Roy said, pausing with his hand on the bulkhead to wait out a bit of spinning.
"Shit," Jason bit out. He yanked his suit into place with the kind of speed and violence that Roy hated to admit that he found incredibly attractive. Roy had barely had the thought before Jason was taking off back to the heart of the ship at a much faster speed.
"Jay!" Roy shouted, struggling to follow behind Jason and pull his suit on at the same time as he combatted his own dizziness and slowly mounting nausea.
By the time Roy got down the ladder to the engine room, Jason already had the engine open and was pulling an unconscious Kori out.
Roy's heart dropped through the floor. He had no idea how she had even fit herself inside the engine and closed the housing, since it was such a small space. But, it was obvious she had been inside while the engine was running, unconscious and almost empty of solar energy and slowly being roasted alive by the heat inside the casing. Her soft orange skin was roasted red and black everywhere it had been touching metal, and even the parts that weren't looked red and rippled.
"Get us out of here!" Jason barked, his face twisted in rage and hurt behind the glass of his exosuit.
When Roy hesitated, his eyes stuck on Kori's ravaged skin, Jason shouted again. "ROY!"
Roy felt something creeping up the back of his throat, and turned around with a force of will and threw himself up the ladder before whatever it was could crawl out of his mouth. He got to the bridge somehow, though he couldn't remember the path he had taken to get there, and started to plot a course to the closest friendly system, checking system status and available resources while he went. The ship was just limping along. They wouldn't be able to get there fast. Fifty-two hours was the earliest they could get to neutral occupied space. Kori would have to suffer for at least fifty-two hours with those burns before they would have a chance to get her real medical help. And even once they were there, there was no guarantee there would be a medic there with enough knowledge of Tamaraneans to be able to help.
Once the course was plotted and the ship was on its way, Roy put his head down on his arms.
She could have left. Kori didn't need oxygen to survive unless she was out of solar energy. She could have left them behind, she could have taken them down to the planet, she could have done something else.
Instead, she put herself on the line to save them. Two stupid assholes that most people on Earth wouldn't have pissed on if they were on fire.
"She's too good," he rasped into his arm. "Way too fucking good for us."
#whumptober2023#no.11#“all the lights going dark and my hope's destroyed”#red hood and the outlaws#fanfiction#starfire#koriand'r#roy harper#arsenal#red hood#jason todd#dcu comics#ot3#jason/kori/roy#trapped in space#suffocation#burns#self-sacrifice#unconsciousness#kittywrites
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4:20:05 (Raphael x Tav, pt. 4)
Tw: Noncon, blood drinking
If, Tav thought, I can survive losing three loves, I can survive this. This is nothing.
She healed the bite mark on her neck in front of a mirror, and stared at the scar that formed beneath her fingers once she was done. It was on her darker skin, thankfully--easier to hide than if it had been on the paler part just on her shoulder. No one would think anything of it.
Let the devil leave his mark, it won't matter. It's just another scar.
She had plenty of those already, what was one more?
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The next twenty minutes of time with him were spent on her knees. Five times he turned up, saying not a word the entire time. Tav found she preferred it this way, honestly. No quips, no remarks, no attempts to probe for weaknesses. Only a few minutes of tongue work that would lead to her swallowing down his seed and his vanishing before she could get back off her knees.
(If only, she thought, every other pain could be banished in the same way. Swallowed and forgotten.)
These visits were actually bearable; it was the OTHERS that stung her most.
Tav had just seen off a lone Gur traveler (how unusual, she'd thought briefly) and was finishing hanging up some washed clothes to dry when she heard the familiar step and voice behind her.
"Such a pity, to see the Lady fall so far."
"As I've said before," she replied, not stopping her work, "I can adapt to almost anything."
"There are no circumstances to which a man may not become accustomed," Raphael started.
"Particularly if he sees that they are accepted by those about him," Tav finished.
"Ah, so you ARE well-read! Brava, my dear, brava indeed."
She took a deep breath, and grabbed the empty basket to carry back inside. A hand at her elbow stopped her.
Deep breath. Pretend nothing is wrong. Pretend this is all normal.
"What an immense mass of evil must result from allowing men to assume the right of anticipating what may happen," was then whispered in her ear.
Then a dark chuckle sounded off.
"It is amazing how complete is the delusion that beauty is goodness," Tav added.
She was turned and pressed against the nearest tree; a moment later Raphael's lips were on her neck.
"What do you want?" Tav asked suddenly, "You could have just as easily spilled everything and...taken...everything from me."
"Oh, now what would that accomplish?" There was a smirk, and a slight nip. "My little mouse, you would obliterate anyone he sent after you. We BOTH know he would never range this far out himself. And as I recall, you're in possession of a Daylight spell...it wouldn't end well for those poor defenseless spawn, now would it?"
"Why would you care about some vampire spawn?"
"Because, oh apple of my eye," he whispered in her ear, as his hips pressed close against hers, "When you break, I want to be there to see it."
She gulped slightly. A second later Raphael's lips curved into a grin against her jaw.
Anything I say he will take as a challenge, she thought, and chose instead to stay silent.
"Perhaps the pieces will be of use once they have fallen," he went on.
"To be killed, I imagine."
"How you wound me, Tav, to think I have such a lackluster imagination," Raphael tutted at her, "Imagine it. Your flesh, my supper; your blood, my wine; your soul, my plaything."
"That's just saying you mean to destroy me with extra steps."
And then, of all things, Raphael knelt.
"Pain, I can take. Spilling my blood doesn't mean anything anymore," Tav went on, as he lifted her skirts, then prompted her wordlessly to hold them up. "Men are alive who were dead. The gods they prayed to don't even remember. Nothing--"
"Nothing is real anymore," he finished the sentence for her, in exactly the words she was planning to use. "Everything is the same, save four people among all Faerun, the hells, and the Outer Realms. One person unknown, Cazador..."
There was a brief chuckle as he reached up to slide her underwear down with both hands. She stepped out of them, and shivered when he kissed his way up her inner thigh.
Why is he doing this? He is NEVER the one on his knees.
"...then you, and me...we are all that remember what came before. A clean slate for us all."
Tav looked straight ahead. He wanted her to ask who the fourth person was, and she refused to take the bait, already knowing what would result. He'd probably offer to tell her if she added more time to her debt, and she would do anything to avoid that.
"So quiet, my pet." A kiss at one of her thighs. "Does the idea not please you? Shall you not rejoice that some of what you lost can be yours again?"
"No," Tav replied, eyes half-glazed over as she stared into the distance. "Because I won't be getting any of it back."
There was a dark series of chuckles against her skin. A moment later, he moved one of her legs over his shoulder, and pressed forward. His tongue swept over her clit and pleasure leaped in her gut. She shut her eyes and let out a soft moan for him, knowing he'd demand it if she didn't.
The stiff bark of the tree pressed to the back of her head began to sting. She tried to imagine something else--anything else, but all that came to mind was Halsin, and the way he'd eaten her out that first time. Against a tree, like Raphael was doing now.
She opened her eyes again, and moved one hand to the back of his head. There was a brief smirk at the touch.
He must've been practicing with Haarlep.
His tongue circled and pressed and flicked in more practiced a way than she'd ever expected of him. It was a struggle not to show too much enjoyment--she hated it, hated every little touch and press of his tongue. But her body responded to it anyway; pleasure thrummed through her veins with every movement. Pleasure she couldn't choose not to feel.
I hate you. I HATE you.
Had he been any other man...
Deep breath as his tongue moved lower, and then back up again. His free hand moved up her thigh and turned, pressing one finger and then two inside her.
"Oh--"
Tav gasped, and found herself clenching at Raphael's hair as his hand started to move. She wanted to imagine someone else, anyone else, but there was nothing for it. She couldn't--she was determined she would imagine no one else, that she wouldn't let herself range that far. Better not to remember them that way. Better not to remember anything good they'd done.
It would make this easier.
"I do so love hearing your voice call out for me," came his arrogant tone, when he pulled back for a moment, "I shall have to remember to do this more often, now I know you like it so much."
"Bull--shit--" Tav groaned, "You, on your knees? You don't do that for anyone."
"But I've done it for you," Raphael purred, "You should be pleased. No one else has had that particular honor."
She didn't have a chance to say more. His head moved down again, his tongue teasing and caressing at the swollen bud even as his fingers thrust inside her. Ecstasy was rising, rising fast, so quickly she could do nothing but let the little moans fall with every move--
--and then, suddenly, it stopped. Tav let go of his hair, breathing hard, not wanting to meet his eyes as her leg moved down and he came back up.
She could already in her mind see the smirk on his face, the glint in his eyes.
"Did you really think I would let you finish any way other than on my cock?" he growled softly in her ear.
"How..." Tav was breathing hard as she replied, "...how stupid do you think I am? I know you better than that."
It seemed to be the right answer. Raphael chuckled darkly, and turned her face towards his. A second later his lips were on hers, his tongue pressing forward to ensure she tasted herself. At least now, now, she could close her eyes, lose herself for just a moment.
When he pulled back, she blinked--and his cambion form greeted her the moment her eyes were open.
She knew what he wanted before he even asked it, and looked down to unbutton his trousers, freeing his cock and stroking at it for a few moments before looking back up again.
"You're enjoying this too much," she said quietly.
"That sounds like defiance."
"It's not," Tav replied mutely, "Besides, if you wanted me quiet you'd say so."
A moment later he reached down, bringing her up, legs spread and her knees at his sides.
She kept her dress out of the way, took a deep breath--and gasped anyway when he thrust inside her. No matter the preparation he'd given her, the fact was his cock was bigger in this form, and it spread her almost painfully.
"It could have have been like this, little mouse," Raphael groaned, as his hips pistoned roughly against her own, "Endless pleasure, you yielding only to me..."
"You...wouldn't...have kept your...oh...your word." Tav struggled to speak at the speed he was moving against her. "You're a devil, devils lie."
"I WAS being honest with you, even when you weren't being honest with yourself." His mouth moved to her neck, and he teased her skin with his teeth. "You were simply too much of a fool to see it."
He was silent only for another few seconds.
"Do you hope for it again, my dear? The chance to do what you refused to before? Is that why you say you won't pursue your last loves? Answer."
"No," Tav replied automatically. She moaned at a deep thrust, and raised her hands to his shoulders. "That's not why I--said that."
"Then why?" there was another groan. "Tell me--why you said it. And be honest."
"I don't plan to pursue them," she gasped, "Because...because I would rather not have them at all, than have them and lose them again."
She was almost glad of the orgasm that tore through her then, that had ecstasy race through her veins in lusty heat, that raised her voice in one final moan and left her clenching down on Raphael in more than one way. It let her shut her eyes to everything, for a precious few seconds.
"Oh," Raphael's voice husked against her neck, "My poor, poor Tav...so much you've suffered. If only you would trust me, you would see..."
He moved slowly against her, not overwhelming her with the sensation, but still filling her nonetheless. She would have enjoyed it, were he anyone else. From the sound of his breathing, it wouldn't take him much longer.
"S-see what?"
Tav gave a slight yelp when she felt his sharper cambion teeth sink into her skin, and quailed (from what, she wondered, she'd had her blood drunk before!) as his tongue swept over the blood that resulted.
It was just a slight trickle, but he drank every drop, thrusting softly, until finally he buried himself as deeply as possible--and with his body shuddering, spilled himself empty inside her. His mouth came up, breathing hard, to press a coppery kiss to her lips.
Only when the last aftershocks of his pleasure were gone did Raphael reply.
"That if you want someone who will not be lost to an assassin's blade, you need look no farther than the man before you."
Another kiss.
I hate you.
Finally, he withdrew, giving a brief glance downward before letting the skirts of her dress fall back down. He let her stand on her own two feet. After he commanded her to fix him as well--as she was tucking him back into his trousers and rebuttoning them, he spoke again.
"Three hours. Forty-four minutes, and thirty-seven seconds."
A sweet nothing in her ear, it sounded like.
"I thought you wanted me broken, but...that makes it sound like..."
"You're of no use to me truly broken, my pet. I only want you more...amenable."
"What--what use am--what do you want?" She looked back at him.
"What I wanted last time, Tav." His forehead pressed gently against hers, "The Crown of Karsus."
Raphael's lips were brushing against hers--
--and then, suddenly, he was gone.
Tav sank down, buried her face in her hands, and began to sob.
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Prompt, liko gets hurt, how does friede handle 'failing'
This was certainly a fun prompt to tackle! Once again, I got carried away a little with personal headcanons and what not haha. This piece took inspiration from this Twitter post of Liko getting hurt under Friede's watch and @/somniadelapsis idea of different Explorers who are more ruthless in their attempt at nabbing Liko's pendant. Hopefully it's an enjoyable read!
Series: Pokemon Horizons
Characters: Friede, Liko, Mollie
Warnings: Light description of a child character getting hurt
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Friede didn’t expect for things to get so wrong so quickly.
One minute, he alongside Liko and Roy were on their way back from grocery shopping. The next one, they found themselves ambushed by a different set of Explorers who exercised far less restraint in grabbing Liko unharmed.
Friede did his best to fend off the opposing Skarmory and Carkoal with added support from Sprigatito and Fuecoco. It looked like they were gaining the upper ground until the dust settled post collision of a Thunderpunch against Stone Edge and he heard–
“Liko! Liko are you alright?”
He knew the dangers of his attentiveness on the battle at hand but Friede immediately snapped towards Roy’s loud, fearful voice. Like getting drenched by a bucket of ice water, Friede spotted Roy knelt beside Liko who–
She was on the ground, lying so still that Friede couldn’t help but assume the worst.
“Double Team Cap! Charizard, Flamethrower!” he hastily called before dashing towards the pair.
Friede dropped to his knees next to Liko. His stomach dropped once he realized that she was unresponsive. The soft rise and fall of her chest at least told him that she wasn’t…
He swallowed heavily. They needed to get back on the ship and have Mollie treat her as soon as possible.
Friede called for a few more attacks. If his Pokemon seemed a little more vicious with their respective attacks in respond to the barely concealed panic in his tone, Friede didn’t notice. He simply jumped on the advantage of rendering the Skarmory unconscious and had Charizard prepare for take off.
Once Charizard had Liko in his arms, Friede quickly helped Roy onto the dual-type’s back before joining him. With a mighty flap of his wings, Charizard started to rise. Friede ordered for Cap to throw off a few Thunders as distraction while they gained more height.
After that, Cap managed to jump onto his outstretched arm when Charizard swooped down, weaving his way through the Stone Edge that popped up from the ground.
“Get us out of here!” Friede’s yell startled Roy, and if he wasn’t focused on guiding Charizard further away from the ranged moves hellbent on hitting them, he’d give the boy an apology. As it was, Friede held Roy in an almost bruising grip in his fear and haste to get back to their ship.
“F-Friede, that kinda hurts…” Roy’s soft, shaky voice had him loosening his grip but he still kept a protective arm around the kid throughout Charizard’s speedy, tension filled flight. The rapid flaps of powerful wings matched the beat of his own heart, and he swallowed down the rising emotions that threatened to swallow him whole.
Friede can’t afford to buckle under the weight of his immense guilt right now. He needed to ensure Liko got help as soon as possible, not to mention assure Roy who’d fallen into an uneasy, fearful silence as well.
He swallowed heavily, then spoke just loud enough to be heard through the winds. “Hey, she’s going to be alright. Don’t worry.”
Sensing the slightest of nods didn’t ease anything within him but that was the best he could get.
Upon spotting the docked airship, he signalled for Charizard to land on the outer deck. His partner performed the best landing he could with the extra weight he carried–typically, Charizard only had two passengers on him at a time–and Friede wasted no time in hopping off with a loud, “Mollie I need you!”
In the meantime, he rushed to check on Liko nestled in Charizard’s arms. Friede bit his bottom lip upon seeing her so still, though at least mildly assured that she didn’t appear to have problems breathing. Gingerly, he scooped her up she was so light so still she should never be this still just as Mollie and the rest of the crew burst out from various rooms on the ship.
“Friede? What–?” Murdock started, eyes widening upon seeing Liko unconscious in his arms.
“Different Explorers. She got–got hurt. Need treatment now,” Friede replied in clipped tones, immediately following after Mollie who gestured that they go to the infirmary. Distantly, he heard Murdock checking up on Roy, glad at least that someone else could do that as his focus laid solely on Liko.
“Chansey, get my equipment,” Mollie ordered the moment she entered. With barely a glance over her shoulder, she said, “Put Liko on the bed.”
Friede did as instructed. He then took a step back to give space for Mollie to perform a check-up, knowing full well that she hated crowding while she worked. She snapped on gloves before she gently held Liko’s chin, lightly tilting her head the fact that she didn’t respond through any of that scared him to check for possible injury.
“What happened?” Mollie’s tone was crisp and professional that Friede instinctively stood up straighter.
“We were just done with shopping–” In the midst of all that chaos, he belatedly realized that he left behind the groceries they bought. “–and on our way back when a different set of Explorers went after Liko and her pendant.”
Friede had migrated to a nearby wall throughout his explanation, arms crossed to hide the way his hands lightly shook. His expression reflected the turbulent emotions bubbling within him. Anger at himself for getting so easily caught off guard like that. Ice cold fear on seeing her so still unmoving not responsive. Disappointment that he never considered the nature on how LIko’s pendant protected her. All the times that it did, it was from attacks directly made at her, not where she got caught in the aftermath of one.
“I see. Then?” Mollie prompted. Friede didn’t notice the way she glanced at him before continuing on with the check-up.
“Charizard and Cap were fending off their Skarmory and Carkoal,” he continued, fingers digging into his upper arm. “The kids helped by having Fuecoco and Sprigatito distract them. It looked like we had the upper hand but then…” Friede took in a soft, shaky breath. “Cap intercepted a Stone Edge with Thunderpunch, causing it to explode into bits. Don’t know if it was the force or one of those rocks hit her cause the next thing I knew… Roy’s rushing towards Liko on the ground.”
Friede already knew that the boy’s frantic calls of her name while he saw her unconscious so still unmoving lifeless would haunt his nightmares for awhile.
“I’ll tell you now it’s likely that she got knocked off her feet and hit her head when she fell,” Mollie eventually replied in the ensuing silence. “I feel a bump on the back of her head. It’s worrying that she’s not regaining consciousness yet but my initial assessment is that she’s also exhausted from the stress of today.”
“That means…”
“I’ll have her stay here and monitored for the night but I don’t see any other injuries to worry about.”
Friede nearly buckled from the crash of relief that washed over him. Setting aside his guilt, this was at least good news to hear. The breath he released shuddered around the edges, shoulders slanting from released tension.
“Thank Arceus…” he murmured. His eyes slid shut for a moment to ease the sting of welled up tears. Friede took in another steadying breath before opening them to find him on the other end of Mollie’s gaze.
“She’s going to be alright.” While her expression barely shifted from its usual calm, Friede heard the gentle assurance in it. A part of him twisted uncomfortably at the kindness shown he didn’t deserve it not when Liko got her on his watch but he simply flashed her a wan smile.
“Right, thanks Mollie.” Was he thanking her for treating Liko or trying to comfort him, who knows?
“At the moment, all that Liko needs is rest.” She eyed him critically. “Now, are you hurt in anyway?”
Not anything physical, he thought. Friede lightly shook his head. “Don’t think so.” Only Liko did, causing his stomach to churn from flared guilt.
“Alright, I’m trusting you on that. If I find that you tried to hide an injury…”
A shiver trailed down his spine from her mild, threatening tone. “Promise I’m not.” Not this time anyway.
Friede forced himself to remain still at her assessing gaze before she shifted her attention back to Liko.
“I have things handled here. Go on, get some rest yourself. Drink something if you can stomach it, shower, sleep–anything other than working yourself up. If you find yourself spiraling, remember–”
“I know.” Mollie practically drilled various grounding techniques into his head. Whether or not he’d be able to utilize them in that moment was often a 50/50 chance. At the very least, if he needed… help, Cap knew who to get. Friede preferred to avoid that possibility in the first place so… yeah. He would try not to let his thoughts get the better of him.
Mollie dipped her head once, not saying anymore on that matter. Friede slowly pulled himself away from the wall, forcing his arms to stay by his side instead of staying crossed. He had one foot out of the infirmary when he paused.
“Hey Mollie, when Liko wakes up can you…?”
“I’ll let you know. Whether or not she’ll be up for visitors remains to be seen but I’ll inform you.”
“Thanks.” Friede at last exited the infirmary–only to find himself immediately bombarded by Roy’s worried questions. While briefly stunned, he managed to pull together a mask of his usual confident self. Right now, he needed to be the commander than his crew could rely on. While Mollie handled her task, Friede would perform his.
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A few hours later, a freshly showered, comfortably dressed Friede that had a mug of Murdock’s calming tea blend in him received a text from Mollie stating that Liko was up. Cap reminded him to keep it cool and not burst out of his cabin in his rush towards the infirmary.
He barely remembered to knock and waited for Mollie’s faint come in before opening the door. Stepping inside, golden eyes swiftly fell upon the figure sitting on the bed.
Liko, while looking a bit pale and exhausted smiled faintly once she saw him. Friede tampered down the conflicting emotions he didn’t deserve that not when she got hurt because of him to return it with a small smile of his own.
“Hey Liko, how are you feeling?” Friede found it a little surprising that he could sound so gentle like this. He switched places with Mollie, who informed him that she was going to grab a quick meal before leaving the pair alone.
“U-Um, mostly tired. I’ve got a bit of a headache but Mollie said that’s because of the, um, bump.”
The guilt that settled on the backburner while he kept himself distracted earlier came out full force that he nearly shuddered from how heavy it was. He must have not kept his expression in check since Liko started to frantically assure him.
“Um it’s alright! Or it will be! I just need to be monitored tonight and get plenty of rest.”
Friede would have laughed if it didn’t make him out to be even more pathetic. Look at him, the adult in the room needing assurance from the kid he was supposed to protect.
“Please Liko, I–” Friede released a slow breath. “I’m so, so sorry that you got hurt because I failed to protect you.”
“N-No it wasn’t–”
“Your mother hired us to protect you, and I failed on that regard,” Friede pushed on. His eyes met her slightly wide, confused ones. “Seeing you unconscious like that… it scared me.”
That last bit came out whispered for he finally acknowledged the primary emotion he tried so very hard to ignore. Friede hated being afraid; he’d take anger, disappointment, guilt–anything other than this all consuming dread and helplessness.
“So I’m not asking for your forgiveness. I only hope that you can still put your trust in us to not fail you a second time.” Having said his piece, he remained quiet while Liko processed it all. Friede waited for whatever judgement she’d give him.
What Liko did instead surprised him. She huffed out a little giggle, snapping his eyes towards her lightly amused expression.
“I’m sorry but, um, I just think it’s a little funny that you’d think I lost any trust in you and everyone else in the first place.” Liko played with the edge of her blanket. “What happened today… I know it would have been a lot worse if I had been on my own. Even with Sprigatito, I don’t think we’d have been able to handle two skilled opponents…”
In an uncharacteristically bold move on her end, Liko gently reached out to settle her small hand atop of Friede’s.
“S-So! Please don’t blame yourself and think that you… failed to protect me. I knew you tried your best! And I’m grateful for that! I’m grateful everyday that you and Mollie and–and everyone look out for me. I’m a part of the Rising Volt Tacklers. I trust all of you… so can you trust me and believe that I’ll be alright?”
Throughout her spiel, Friede simply stared at her in stunned silence. Only after she was done that he dropped his head into his free hand, muffling a resigned chuckle into his palm.
Liko might not be as confident but man, she reminded him so much of her mother at that moment. The words Liko spoke about trust… it was almost a mirror copy of what she told him years ago when he faced a similar conundrum.
Like mother, like daughter eh? Friede drew in a deep breath before he sat back up, giving her a more genuine smile now.
“Alright, I’ll trust you. You’re really good with your words, you know that?”
“E-Eh? I was just sharing my thoughts…”
Friede knew his guilt won’t be so easily dispersed but he was able to set it aside and make room for this growing part within him that wanted nothing more than to see Liko safe and happy. He made a silent promise to himself that the trust she put in the Rising Volt Tacklers would never be misplaced.
For now, Friede took heart that everything would reall turn out alright after all.
#Pokemon#Pokemon Horizons#Pokeani#Professor Friede#Liko (Pokemon)#Mollie (Pokemon)#Hana writes stuff#I find myself imagining how conversations play out between the characters in my head haha
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Wayfarer Dev Log 2022.10.01
Hi friends,
September was a busy month! There was a lot going on, both in terms of writing development, patches, and community events.
I am mostly recovered from Covid. I am still struggling with long-term aftereffects (the brain fog is no joke), and this has impacted my ability to work. I am taking things as easy as I can and trying not to be too hard on myself for falling behind schedule.
✦ THE PUBLIC BUILD [VERSION 1.1.2. PATCH 2.4]
Patch 2.4. has been released! This is an extremely important patch, which fixes a number of gameplay and continuity bugs, updates the UI, and adds a whole new branch to the Aeran fight in Episode 2.
If you have not done so already, please read the patch notes. This patch will affect your save files. To ensure your playthroughs do not have errors later in the game, check the patch notes to determine whether you need to restart your file from a certain point.
❗❗ IMPORTANT ❗❗
If your MC was not drunk and your approval with Aeran was below 60 before the fight, you will have to replay the end of the episode. You must start from the Lethalis meeting scene (doesn’t matter where in the scene) or earlier, otherwise you will encounter continuity errors in Episode 3.
✦ THE ALPHA BUILD [VERSION 1.1.2. PATCH 2.4]
Episode 3 is in progress. Episode 3 Scene 1 is currently around a cumulative length of 123,745 words. This new content has not been added to the alpha build.
I am roughly two months behind schedule, but I am hoping to get caught up in October and update the alpha build at the end of the month or during the first week of November.
✦ ON THIS BLOG
Wayfarer’s 1-year anniversary was on September 9th. Huge thank you to everyone who participated in the anniversary creative prompts! It was so much fun to see your creations.
The anniversary giveaway is now closed! The winner has been drawn and contacted, and will receive their permanent access key to the alpha build.
We’re making a 2023 Pin-Up Calendar! I’m so excited to be working with a group of wonderful artists on this. The calendar will feature a range of companion characters, romanceable characters, fan favourites, and hot villains. Due to time constraints, the calendar will be digital only. We will release it for free in January 2023, with the option to donate. All proceeds will be donated to an LGBTQIA+ charity (to be announced later in October).
✦ ON PATREON
Hearth & Home, Pt 1. A side story set at the Spire a year or so before the Prologue. Features Rindan Cenric and Amali Sero, and gives a little look at what Wayfarer life was like before it all went terribly wrong. Pt 2 will be released in October. [Wayfarer tier and up]
Arathian Fashion: a Primer. An article on clothing and styles seen in the game. Serithans, abberans, underwear, outer wear, footwear – it’s all here! [Apprentice tier and up]
Bi-weekly progress reports [all tiers]
Sneak peeks of Episode 3 content [all tiers]
If you’ve enjoyed Wayfarer, used my tutorials, or would like to support my work, please consider supporting me on Patreon. Patrons receive access to the alpha build, a private Discord server, exclusive previews, bonus content, side stories, and other benefits.
Wayfarer is a passion project and creating it is a full-time commitment. Any little bit goes a long way to help me bring it to fruition.
If you aren’t in a position to support financially, reblogs, shares, ratings and comments, and spreading the word about the game are much appreciated and do a lot to help me out! 💕
#wayfarer#wayfarer if#dev log#interactive fiction#interactive novel#twine#twine game#indie game#cyoa#announcements
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Reverse birthday.
My birthday is in two weeks. I’ve had a shitty year and don’t really feel like celebrating in the traditional sense. So what I’d like to do instead, is offer a gift to to you all
From now until August 1st, please drop me an ask with a little prompt, a pairing or a head cannon that you’d like me to play with. I’ll write something up and post them all on my actual birthday (august 4th)
Couple things:
1. One per person please.
2. Absolutely no SA.
3. I am only writing for Top Gun, Top Gun Maverick, and Outer Range.
4. I will not write Mav/Young Aviators, related to canon inserts (Mav’s daughter/Bradley ect). I only currently write Rhett for Outer Range.
5. If it falls into the parameters of what I’ll do, it’s fair game. Het, slash, and inserts are all gravy here.
Need an example? Hey! Could I have a late night snack run with Floydsin?
Go forth, ask and have some fun. I am so overwhelmed with all of the love I’ve gotten on the head canons and fics that I’ve posted. It really means the most and I cannot express how much I love and appreciate you. So, I’d really like to give back to ya’ll.
xo
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Can you please do pumpkin picking with Rhett Abbott?
OH!!!! OH!!! You have no idea how much this is making me MELT!!!! Say no more, I'm on this like a trucker on the highway!!! (lol)
You and Rhett were beyond happy that it was a long weekend with no work to be done and the kids could be out of school. For you two, it also meant endless days of getting everything ready for fall and prepping for winter. But on a day like today, you two were more than happy that there was no work to be done.
You and Rhett wandered through the fields, your two year old daughter running ahead in her little jeans, cowgirl boots and denim jacket while Rhett held onto four month old Jack. His best friend Wes and his wife, Nora, had taken a break from their own ranch work and had decided to join the both of you.
"Dude, this place hasn't changed since we were kids," Wes chuckled as the two little girls and the wives went ahead.
"You still remember it?" Rhett asked him.
"The fuck I do," We half laughed. "I remember your dad driving the half hour from your house all the way to the reservation, picking me up and the three of us driving out here to get apples one year."
"Oh now I remember!!" Rhett exclaimed. "That was the year, you, me and a bunch of your cousins had a crab apple fight with the O'Leary kids!"
"Yeah that was alot of fun," Wes said. "Till Grandma asked why all of us had black eyes."
Wes and Rhett went back and forth as they traipsed through the field, stepping over a few pumpkins while their daughters began picking out their own. "You remember the year we turned seventeen and snuck all that beer out of your uncle's fridge?" Rhett asked him.
"Oh man we were puking so much that night," Wes laughed. "All I remember was Uncle sitting on the edge of the bathtub, shaking his head and muttering 'you dumb fuckin kids' under his breath."
"Yeah and now we've got kids of our own," Rhett informed him. "Wait till they start bringin' boys home."
"Oh hell no!" Wes blurted out. "Hell no! Nuh-uh! The minute Katie brings a boy home, I'm gonna hog-tie him and stick him in the bull paddock."
Rhett and Wes bantered back and forth before the girls came back, rolling the pumpkins along the ground and watching their dads roll them around their feet like soccer balls. You and Nora loaded them up in the horse cart, helping to divide them up between your two families. God, they smelled so good.....like the strong scents of autumn.
"Here," you said when Jack started wriggling. "Let me take him, I think I know what he wants."
Rhett and Wes traipsed off to help the girls pick out a few more, the ones that would ultimately become jack'o'lanterns for Halloween. "You lookin forward to doin the haunted hayride this year?" Rhett asked Wes as Kaya and Katie rolled the pumpkins towards their dads.
"Does a bear shit in the woods?" Wes chuckled. "I've waited all year to scare the shit outta the high schoolers. Did (y/n) ever get the vampire makeup so you could do it?"
"Sittin pretty in the medicine cabinet," Rhett answered.
On and on they bantered, even showing the girls how to toss the pumpkins into the horse cart like a basketball. You two let the girls run around for a little while longer, allowing themselves time to tire themselves out before heading home. Rhett snuck his arm around your waist, pulling you closer before placing a kiss on your lips.
"Best day ever?" you asked him.
"Couldn't have asked for better darlin," he replied.
#outer range#rhett abbott#rhett abbott x reader#a few original characters#rhett abbot x reader fall prompts
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•Quick Repairs•
Ras need Lightman’s help in fixing up a small malfunction.
Prompt from RaR-Anon!
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“Broken again Raspberry?”
The large Objecthead sighed from atop his desk. The Raspberry bot sitting anxiously in the seat across the room looked up with a nervous smile and simply nodded.
Lightman tapped his fingers on the desk slowly, letting each one fall with a clack.
“What happened this time? Speak.”
Ras sat up a little taller.
“I-I was simply eating my lunch in t-the cafeteria! One of those delinquent bots must have s-spilled all over the floor, Sir. I slipped! Landed r-right on my audio processor.”
A frown graced the Lamphead’s face. He rose from his desk, eyes unmoving from his robot in front of him as he moved around his desk.
A large set of claws gripped Ras’ shoulder as Lightman walked past. The other set reached to the door handle and twisted the lock. Magic sparked up Ras’ back at the contact and he sat up tensely. He exhaled an anticipating breath, waiting for the lights to dim.
Just like every time, Lightman worked his magic. He rolled his eyes and dimmed the lights, taking his claws and grasping around the figure of the small bot.
“Allow me to inspect your monitor then, Raspberry.”
“Y-yes Sir!”
Ras felt himself being hoisted into Lightman’s arms and he wrapped his legs around the Objecthead’s torso for balance.
With a firm grip, Lightman set the bot onto his cleared desk. He made sure to keep it neat and tidy in case any emergency fixes like this were needed.
“Raspberry, lay flat and remove your headwear,” his firm, commanding tone rang out. Ras immediately complied, grasping his hat in his hands and laying the back of his monitor onto the table.
He heard distorted shuffling out of his left audio processor. Lightman was busying himself with grabbing his toolkit atop his shelf. He liked to keep it neat and pristine, always on display between his many lighting fixtures.
“Now, Raspberry, I know you are familiar with these operations,” the Objecthead said, setting the toolkit down heavily beside Ras’ head. He began to take off his outer suit and rolled up the sleeves of his dress shirt.
Ras felt his processors begin to click away faster, his cooling fans whirring on at the sight of his boss like this.
“Try not to.. make quite as much noise as last time. I don’t want any other of my robots to believe I am harming you,” he growled out.
The magic in Ras’ body started to buzz inside of him, anticipating the feeling of what was to come.
“Now, turn off your audio processors.”
Lightman cleared his throat, and with that, he clicked open his toolkit.
A sleek screwdriver was pulled out, examined between large black claws, and Lightman nodded in approval. He splayed one hand across Ras’ monitor, obscuring his vision and accidentally grazing his lips. The other hand took the screwdriver and popped off the heart tab, revealing the screws holding the fixture in place.
Even though Ras could not “hear” what was occuring, he still felt each and every vibration of the screwdriver and Lightman’s claws across his monitor.
And to Ras, it felt like Heaven to be basking in Lightman’s attention like this.
As the operation went on and his casing removed, Ras’ breathing got heavier and more hitched. Lightman muttered a few “ah’s” and “mhm’s” as he observed the wires now exposed to him.
The screwdriver was gently placed back into the toolkit. Lightman’s claws would do the trick from here.
A single claw was inserted into the gap of Ras’ exposed audio processor. It grazed along the many wires connecting each piece of electrical board.
“Ahh- Sir!” Ras gasped out from under Lightman’s claw. The only response Lightman gave was a dismissive cough before he went back to looking at the wires.
“Ah, Raspberry. I have identified your little error,” he drawled out, lighting up the tips of his claws to provide him a clearer view, “You’ve knocked a few wires out of place.”
Ras’ eyes looked up to him, a gentle confusion on them as he spoke.
“Oh. Yes, right. You cannot hear me.”
He looked down at Ras in contemplation, then decided to give a satisfied smile in an attempt to convey his success.
A blush spread across Ras’ screen at the display of such an emotion. He gripped his hat a little tighter, trying to stay calm.
“Now then. Let’s get started.”
A pair of pliers was pulled from the toolkit. Polished and silver, it glinted against the glow of Lightman’s claws.
A single plug of a wire was isolated and gripped by the pliers, inciting a low beeping tone from the robot below him. Lightman shifted uncomfortably, trying to ignore the feeling of such a sound.
He carefully maneuvered it back into its socket, having to tug and push on the wire for it to be inserted correctly.
This time Ras couldn’t help but let out a loud moan at the feeling. It was so much for his sensitive wires.
Panicking at the volume, Lightman took his hand and shoved his fingers into Ras’ mouth to attempt to muffle the noise. Ras gagged around the claws suddenly in his throat, eyes watering as his tongue was forced between them.
“A-almost done my Robot. Then I can release you,” Lightman quickly blurted out, flustered from his actions.
He clamped the last wire between the pliers and inserted it into its rightful spot. He dropped the pliers not so gracefully into the toolkit as Ras moaned a sweet, aching noise between his fingers, wet magic twining between Lightman’s claws.
Quickly, he pulled them out of Ras’ mouth, wiping the magic saliva across his tie without thought. The robot beneath his panted heavily at the access of air. His whole body was shaking in pleasure.
Before his trousers could feel any more tense, Lightman hastily worked Rasberry’s casing back onto his monitor with a grunt.
“You have to hold still Raspberry,” he growled frustratedly, placing his once-wet hand onto Ras’ screen again.
Now that his hand was pushing the robot in place, he could easily work on getting the screws into the casing and popping in the heart-shaped tab.
He wrenched both hands away from Ras as soon as he was done. The robot lay there, still winding down from the pleasure he felt.
Lightman quickly snapped his fingers in front of Ras’ eyes, signalling him to turn his hearing back on.
“Thank you Lightman Sir!” Ras shakily beeped out, a glowing smile on his face.
“Yes… now gather your things and return to your room. I hope I do not see you damaged anytime soon. That would be.. disappointing.”
With the order given, Ras put his hat back onto his head and sweeped his legs over the desk. He felt the urge to reach out and brush the wet spot on Lightman’s tie, but hesitated.
Instead he hopped off the tall desk and fumbled to unlock the door, walking out with a grin.
Within the room, Lightman tidied up his toolbox, wiping up the small pool of magic that must have dripped out of Rasberry’s mouth.
He groaned a frustrated sound before sitting behind his desk, taking care of something he would never admit to.
#not really whump but its my writing#so i get to put it on my blog <3#NSFT#My Writing#LMan#for RaR-Anon !
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pasc | 19 | she/they | bi | CST/CDT
hi! i'm pasc (short for pascale) and i write things sometimes. requests are open and responses are slow. i'm in nursing school during the standard fall/spring semesters, and i work full time on school breaks so i don't always have as much time or motivation to write as i'd like to
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Why Does My Hip Hurt ? 10 Common Causes Of Hip Pain
As an expert in joint replacement surgery, I am well aware of the profound impact hip pain can have on daily life. This discomfort can affect people of all ages and backgrounds, ranging from athletes to desk workers to retirees. In this article, our goal is to shed light on ten common causes of hip discomfort, empowering you to recognize potential issues and guiding you toward appropriate treatment options.
Osteoarthritis:
Commonly known as wear-and-tear arthritis, osteoarthritis is a leading cause of hip pain. It develops when the protective cartilage surrounding the bones wears down over time, resulting in pain, stiffness, and swelling in the hip joint. Risk factors include age, genetic predisposition, obesity, and previous joint injuries.
Bursitis:
This condition involves inflammation of the bursae, small fluid-filled sacs that cushion the bones, tendons, and muscles around the hip joint. Bursitis can arise from repetitive movements or injuries, leading to pain and tenderness, particularly on the outer side of the hip.
Tendinitis:
Tendinitis occurs when the tendons surrounding the hip joint become inflamed, often due to repetitive stress or overuse. This condition can cause significant discomfort, especially after activities involving repetitive motions like running or jumping.
Hip Fractures:
Particularly common among the elderly or individuals with osteoporosis, hip fractures can cause sudden and severe pain following a fall or impact. Immediate medical attention is usually required, and surgery may be necessary for proper healing.
Labral Tears:
The labrum, a cartilaginous ring surrounding the hip socket, can tear due to injury, structural abnormalities, or age-related degeneration. This can result in pain, stiffness, and decreased mobility, especially in people engaged in activities requiring twisting or sudden changes in direction.
Hip Dysplasia:
This congenital condition occurs when the hip joint fails to develop properly, leading to instability and premature joint degeneration. While typically diagnosed in infancy or childhood, milder cases may not become apparent until adulthood.
Muscle Strains:
Strains or tears in the hip muscles can occur from overstretching, overuse, or sudden movements. These injuries often manifest as immediate pain, swelling, and limited range of motion in the hip area.
Sciatica:
Sciatica involves irritation or compression of the sciatic nerve, which extends from the lower back through the hip and down the legs. It can cause shooting pain, tingling, or numbness radiating from the hip to the leg.
Inflammatory Conditions:
Conditions like rheumatoid arthritis or ankylosing spondylitis can cause ongoing inflammation, pain, and stiffness in the hip joint. These autoimmune disorders target the joint lining and surrounding tissues, resulting in chronic discomfort and joint damage.
Overuse Injuries:
Repetitive stress or intense training can lead to overuse injuries affecting the muscles, tendons, and ligaments around the hip. Athletes, particularly runners and cyclists, are at higher risk for conditions such as stress fractures, IT band syndrome, or hip flexor strains.
Persistent or worsening hip pain should prompt a consultation with a specialist, such as a hip replacement surgeon, to develop a personalized treatment plan. Early intervention, along with appropriate management strategies and lifestyle adjustments, can significantly improve mobility and quality of life. Understanding the underlying cause is crucial for effective relief and long-term hip health. For personalized care and treatment options, consider scheduling a consultation with Dr. Bakul Arora at the Arora Clinic.
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Arora Clinic, under the guidance of Dr. Bakul Arora, is committed to providing the highest level of orthopedic care to patients in Thane and the surrounding areas. What sets Dr. Arora apart is his commitment to staying at the forefront of medical advancements, especially in the field of knee surgery. The Robotic Knee Replacement Surgery, which he specializes in, is a revolutionary technique that ensures utmost precision, resulting in optimal patient outcomes and a faster road to recovery.
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The Evolution of Exoskeleton Technology
The concept of exoskeletons has transitioned from the realm of science fiction to a cutting-edge reality, transforming the way we perceive and enhance human capabilities. These wearable robotic devices, inspired by nature’s exoskeletal structures, are designed to augment and support the human body’s physical functions. In this article, we explore the evolution, applications, and potential impact of carapace technology on various industries and the lives of individuals with mobility challenges.
The Evolution of Exoskeleton Technology
The roots of exoskeleton technology can be traced back to the early 20th century, with initial developments aimed at assisting military personnel and enhancing their physical abilities. However, it wasn’t until recent decades that advancements in materials, sensors, and robotics paved the way for the development of sophisticated armor for various applications.
1. Medical Rehabilitation
The first notable application of encasements emerged in the field of medical rehabilitation. Armors designed for individuals with spinal cord injuries or neurological disorders provide mobility assistance, enabling users to stand, walk, and regain independence. These medical armors often incorporate sensors and actuators to mimic natural human movement.
2. Military and Industrial Use
Exoskeletons found their way into military and industrial applications, aiming to enhance the strength and endurance of soldiers and workers. Powered carapaces assist with heavy lifting, reducing physical strain and preventing injuries in industrial settings. In the military, armors amplify soldiers’ strength and agility, potentially improving mission effectiveness.
3. Consumer and Sports Applications
As technology advanced, the outside skeleton started making its way into the consumer market and sports industry. Powered armor designed for recreational use or sports training offers augmented strength and endurance. These devices showcase the potential for outer skeletons to become mainstream tools for enhancing physical capabilities beyond medical and industrial contexts.
4. Assistive Devices for the Elderly
The aging population has prompted the development of outer skeletons as assistive devices for the elderly. These devices aim to support mobility, reduce the risk of falls, and enhance the overall quality of life for seniors. By providing additional strength and stability, external skeletons can contribute to extended independence for older individuals.
Applications of Exoskeletons
1. Medical Rehabilitation
Exoskeletons have become invaluable tools in medical rehabilitation, particularly for individuals with spinal cord injuries or paralysis. These devices assist in retraining the neuromuscular system, allowing users to stand and walk. The EksoGT and ReWalk are notable examples of medical external skeletons that have gained regulatory approval and are used in rehabilitation centers worldwide.
2. Industrial and Military Use
In industrial settings, armors contribute to improved worker safety and efficiency. Devices like the EksoVest provide upper body support for repetitive overhead lifting tasks. Military armors, such as the TALOS (Tactical Assault Light Operator Suit), aim to enhance soldiers’ strength, endurance, and protection on the battlefield.
3. Consumer and Sports Applications
Exoskeleton technology has expanded into the consumer market and sports industry. Companies like Ekso Bionics and Roam Robotics have developed external skeletons for recreational activities, ranging from walking assistance to enhanced strength for various sports. These devices offer a glimpse into the potential for carapaces as personal enhancement tools.
4. Assistive Devices for the Elderly
External skeletons designed for the elderly focus on providing support for daily activities and mobility. The Hyundai Medical Exoskeleton (H-MEX) is an example designed to assist seniors in walking and navigating their surroundings, reducing the risk of falls and promoting an active lifestyle.
Challenges and Future Developments
While external skeleton technology has made significant strides, several challenges remain on the path to widespread adoption and further advancements:
1. Cost and Accessibility
High manufacturing costs and limited accessibility pose challenges for widespread adoption, particularly in medical and consumer markets. Efforts to make outer skeletons more affordable and accessible will play a crucial role in expanding their reach.
2. User Comfort and Ergonomics
Ensuring user comfort and addressing ergonomic concerns are essential for the success of outer skeletons. Striking the right balance between providing support and maintaining natural movement is a complex challenge that researchers and developers continue to address.
3. Power Source and Energy Efficiency
Exoskeletons often rely on batteries as a power source. Improving battery technology and enhancing the energy efficiency of skeletons are ongoing areas of research to extend operating durations and reduce the weight of the devices.
4. Adaptability and Customization
Different users may have varying needs and physical conditions. Developing outer skeletons that are adaptable and customizable to individual requirements is crucial for their effectiveness in diverse applications, from medical rehabilitation to industrial use.
The Future Impact
The evolving landscape of exoskeleton technology holds immense potential to transform industries and improve the lives of individuals with mobility challenges. The future impact of skeletons is likely to include:
1. Enhanced Mobility and Independence
Armors will continue to empower individuals with mobility impairments, providing them with the ability to stand, walk, and navigate their environments independently. This increased mobility contributes to improved mental well-being and overall quality of life.
2. Safer and More Efficient Industrial Work
In industrial settings, outer skeletons have the potential to reduce the risk of musculoskeletal injuries, enhance worker safety, and improve overall efficiency. Workers equipped with skeletons can handle heavy loads with reduced physical strain, leading to a healthier and more productive workforce.
3. Military Applications
Military external skeletons are likely to see further development, contributing to soldiers’ enhanced capabilities on the battlefield. These devices may include features such as advanced sensors, integrated communication systems, and improved agility for mission success and personnel protection.
4. Mainstream Consumer Adoption
The consumer market for external skeletons is poised for growth as technology becomes more affordable and user-friendly. Personal skeletons may find applications in various recreational activities, sports training, and as tools for personal enhancement, contributing to a more active and capable society.
5. Assistive Devices for Aging Populations
Skeletons tailored for the elderly will play a vital role in supporting an aging population. These devices have the potential to enhance mobility, prevent falls, and enable seniors to maintain an active and independent lifestyle for longer.
Conclusion
The skeleton technology represents a remarkable convergence of robotics, biomechanics, and materials science, offering transformative solutions across diverse applications. From medical rehabilitation and industrial work to military applications and consumer use, skeletons have the potential to redefine human capabilities and contribute to a more inclusive and efficient society.
As researchers and developers address existing challenges, such as cost, ergonomics, and adaptability, the future of exoskeletons holds promise for further innovation and widespread adoption. The journey from science fiction to reality continues, as skeletons evolve into indispensable tools that empower individuals and industries alike, ushering in a new era of enhanced human potential.
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Astrophysical jet caught in a speed trap
How Gamma Rays Track the Velocity of the Galactic Microquasar SS 433’s Jets and Uncover Highly Efficient Particle Acceleration.
The science fiction author Arthur C. Clarke selected his own seven wonders of the world in a BBC television series in 1997. The only astronomical object he included was SS 433. It had attracted attention already in the late 1970s due to its X-ray emission and was later discovered to be at the center of a gas nebula that is dubbed the manatee nebula due to its unique shape resembling these aquatic mammals.
SS 433 is a binary star system in which a black hole, with a mass approximately ten times that of the Sun, and a star, with a similar mass but occupying a much larger volume, orbit each other with a period of 13 days. The intense gravitational field of the black hole rips material from the surface of the star, which accumulates in a hot gas disk that feeds the black hole. As matter falls in toward the black hole, two collimated jets of charged particles (plasma) are launched, perpendicular to the plane of the disk, at a quarter of the speed of light (see figure 1).
The jets of SS433 can be detected in the radio to x-ray ranges out to a distance of less than one light year either side of the central binary star, before they become too dim to be seen. Yet surprisingly, at around 75 light-years distance from their launch site, the jets are seen to abruptly reappear as bright X-ray sources. The reasons for this reappearance have long been poorly understood.
Similar relativistic jets are also observed emanating from the centers of active galaxies (for example quasars), though these jets are much larger in size than the galactic jets of SS 433. Due to this analogy, objects like SS 433 are classified as microquasars.
Until recently, no gamma ray emission has ever been detected from a microquasar. But this changed in 2018, when the High Altitude Water Cherenkov Gamma-ray Observatory (HAWC), for the first time, succeeded in detecting very-high-energy gamma rays from the jets of SS 433. This means that somewhere in the jets particles are accelerated to extreme energies. Despite decades of research, it is still unclear how or where particles are accelerated within astrophysical jets.
The study of gamma-ray emission from microquasars provides one crucial advantage: while the jets of SS 433 are 50 times smaller than those of the closest active galaxy (Centaurus A), SS 433 is located inside the Milky Way a thousand times closer to Earth. As a consequence, the apparent size of the jets of SS 433 in the sky is much larger and thus their properties are easier to study with the current generation of gamma-ray telescopes.
Prompted by the HAWC detection, the H.E.S.S. Observatory initiated an observation campaign of the SS 433 system. This campaign resulted in around 200 hours of data and a clear detection of gamma-ray emission from the jets of SS 433. The superior angular resolution of the H.E.S.S. telescopes in comparison to earlier measurements allowed the researchers to pinpoint the origin of the gamma-ray emission within the jets for the first time, yielding intriguing results:
While no gamma-ray emission is detected from the central binary region, emission abruptly appears in the outer jets at a distance of about 75 light years either side of the binary star, in accordance to previous X-ray observations.
However, what surprised the astronomers most, was a shift in the position of the gamma-ray emission when viewed at different energies.
The gamma-ray photons with the highest energies of more than 10 teraelectron-volts, are only detected at the point where the jets abruptly reappear (see fig 2c). By contrast, the regions emitting gamma rays with lower energies appear further along each jet (see figure 2).
“This is the first-ever observation of energy-dependent morphology in the gamma-ray emission of an astrophysical jet”, remarks Laura Olivera-Nieto, from the Max-Planck-Institut für Kernphysik in Heidelberg, who was leading the H.E.S.S. study of SS 433 as part of her doctoral thesis. “We were initially puzzled by these findings. The concentration of such high energy photons at the sites of the X-ray jets' reappearance means efficient particle acceleration must be taking place there, which was not expected”.
The scientists did a simulation of the observed energy-dependence of the gammy-ray emission and were able to achieve the first-ever estimate of the velocity of the outer jets. The difference between this velocity and the one with which the jets are launched suggests that the mechanism which accelerated the particles further out is a strong shock- a sharp transition in the properties of the medium. The presence of a shock would then also provide a natural explanation for the x-ray reappearance of the jets, as accelerated electrons also produce x-ray radiation.
“When these fast particles then collide with a light particle (photon), they transfer part of their energy – which is how they produce the high-energy gamma photons observed with H.E.S.S. This process is called the inverse Compton effect”, explains Brian Reville, group leader of the Astrophysical Plasma Theory group at the Max Planck Institute for Nuclear Physics in Heidelberg.
“There has been a great deal of speculation about the occurrence of particle acceleration in this unique system - not anymore: the H.E.S.S. result really pins down the site of acceleration, the nature of the accelerated particles, and allows us to probe the motion of the large-scale jets launched by the black hole” points-out Jim Hinton, Director of the Max Planck Institute for Nuclear Physics in Heidelberg and Head of the Non-thermal Astrophysics Department.
“Just a few years ago, it was unthinkable that ground-based gamma-ray measurements could provide information about the internal dynamics of such a system” adds coauthor Michelle Tsirou, a postdoctoral researcher at DESY Zeuthen.
However, nothing is known about the origin of the shocks at the sites where the jet reappears. “We still don't have a model that can uniformly explain all the properties of the jet, as no model has yet predicted this feature” explains Olivera-Nieto. She wants to devote herself to this task next - a worthwhile goal, as the relative proximity of SS 433 to Earth offers a unique opportunity to study the occurrence of particle acceleration in relativistic jets. It is hoped that the results can be transferred to the thousand-times larger jets of active galaxies and quasars, which would help solve the many puzzles concerning the origin of the most energetic cosmic rays.
TOP IMAGE....Artist's impression of the SS 433 system, depicting the large-scale jets (blue) and the surrounding Manatee Nebula (red). The jets are initially observable only for a short dis-tance from the microquasar after launch — too small to be visible in this picture. The jets then travel undetected for a distance of approximately 75 light-years (25 parsecs) before un-dergoing a transformation, abruptly reappearing as bright sources of non-thermal emission (X-ray and gamma-ray). Particles are efficiently accelerated at this location, likely indicating the presence of a strong shock: a discontinuity in the medium capable of accelerating particles. Credit Science Communication Lab for MPIK/H.E.S.S.
CENTRE IMAGE....Composite images of SS 433 showing three different gamma-ray energy ranges. In green, radio observations display the Manatee Nebula with the microquasar visible as a bright dot near the center of the image. Solid lines show the outline of the x-ray emis-sion from the central regions and the large scale jets after their reappearance. Red colors represent the gamma-ray emission detected by H.E.S.S. at a) low (0.8-2.5 TeV, left), b) in-termediate (2.5-10 TeV, middle) and c) high (>10 TeV, right) energies. The position of the gamma-ray emission shifts further from the central launching site as the energy decreases. Credit Background: NRAO/AUI/NSF, K. Golap, M. Goss; NASA’s Wide Field Survey Ex-plorer (WISE); X-Ray (green contours): ROSAT/M. Brinkmann; TeV (red colors): H.E.S.S. collaboration.
LOWER IMAGE....The H.E.S.S. observatory, located in the Khomas Highlands of Namibia at an altitude of 1835m below the southern sky Credit Sabine Gloaguen
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