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Shia @overshia.bsky.social · 23/01/2025

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

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wwxwashere.bsky.social @wwxwashere.bsky.social · 26/12/2024

cracking open a cold one

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luna @folklorisms.bsky.social · 20/12/2024

i’m free all day every day sir

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Rei 💖 @nocteacakes.bsky.social · 17/11/2024

On the anniversary of tbosas I thought I'd bring over this beloved dead dove #snowbaird of mine :) tw // non-con body modification (1/2)

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

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

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Rei 💖 @nocteacakes.bsky.social · 17/12/2024

Bringing this over from twt. It was originally posted for @snowbairdprompts.bsky.social's 'Baby' prompt: #snowbaird nsfw dead dove, non-con drugging, forced orgasm, non-con body modification; 985 words, 4 panels A continuation in this universe: bsky.app/profile/noct...

Make sure your pets are well-trained — keep them on a tight leash. Reward them sparingly.

That was one lesson from his apprenticeship under Dr. Gaul that Coriolanus had taken to heart. A lesson that he found always applicable.

She was sitting on the cot, wrists and ankles shackled to the legs of the bed, her wings bent at a wrong angle. He frowned. Had she broken them thrashing around? He'd have to check the restraint lengths. He gave a cursory glance at where the shackles sat on her thin limbs. No visible damage at least. However, she hadn't looked up at the sound of him opening the door. As if she didn't care that it was him that was visiting him, and not one of the other assistants. He couldn't have that.

“I brought you dinner Lucy Gray. Aren't you hungry?”

Silence. He put the tray of steaming vegetables and hot lamb stew carefully on the side table, then walked over to stand beside her legs. Carefully, like approaching a wounded animal, he extended his right arm towards her.

His hand reached for her throat, fingers wrapping around lightly. He flexed his fingers; his thumb rested on her slight Adam's apple. She swallowed against his hand, but still she didn't look up. He slid his hand higher, thumb pressing against the underside of her chin. She looked up then. Lucy Gray Baird stared at him with her large brown eyes, and Coriolanus could see nothing behind them. She had

retreated back into herself again. He would have to coax her back out.

“Come on Lucy Gray.” He slid his fingers ever higher and cupped her face in his hand. His thumb ghosted over her lips, brushed gently against her cheek. She gave the slightest response and leaned into his palm. She still craved his touch. He smiled.

“Will you eat for me? Aren't you thirsty?” She shook her head slowly no. She'd get sick like this. She was too thin. She had always been too thin, too fragile. Coriolanus had been trying to get her out of the laboratory for ages and move her to his home, but the politics of the place and his lower position hampered him at every turn. He took out a small bottle with a dropper out of his lab coat pocket, still gently holding her face.

“How about a treat then? I found this in our kitchen. It's rose water.” He dropped a few drops onto her lips, and was pleased to see her open her mouth naturally. Her tiny pink tongue just barely slipped out against her lips. Emboldened, he squeezed a few more drops as he swiped at her lower lip with his other thumb.

“Yeah there we go baby, isn't it good?” He gripped her chin and pushed his thumb further, into her mouth, his other hand never stopping the dropper. She closed her eyes. Maybe she was imagining bedtime again. That was fine by Coryo. Even pets deserved their good memories.

“Suck, baby. Be a good girl now." And she was. Lucy Gray could be so good some

days. He was hopeful that today was one of those days.

She sucked his thumb, hallowed her mouth around it. Swirled her soft tongue against the pad and gave no resistance when he pushed in further. Just to test her. Just a little.

She really was a lovely songbird. She was more agreeable afterwards, and he patiently fed her small spoonfuls of stew like a favoured pet. Coriolanus wanted nothing left to chance and had put sleep syrup in the stew as well, just in case she had decided to be especially unruly. But she had been a good girl — an especially docile pet today.

Good girls got rewards. Despite what she might think, he loved giving her rewards, little treats for her good behaviour. He initially had her lay back, but her wings creaked and Lucy Gray let out a whimper. Tears gathered at the corners of her eyes but she refused to let them fall. His brave strong good girl.

“I'm so sorry baby. Here, lie on your side on the edge of the bed. Good girls deserve rewards.”

She slid obediently closer to the edge of the bed, letting the damaged wing hang awkwardly. Properly positioned, she looked lovely. A fallen angel, with no recourse but to stay on earth with him.

Coriolanus got down beside her cot and knelt before her, a supplicant at her altar.

He reached for her breast, felt the nipple through her thin dress. She gave a little gasp, and the tip hardened under his thumb. He slid his other hand up her thigh, under her slip.

Her cunt was burning hot, a contrast to the cool skin of her legs. He slid two fingers inside her, and she clenched reflexively around them. Her small hands reached for his arm but didn’t try to push him away, She still had her eyes closed.

“Does that feel good, baby?” The thumb that had been in her mouth now rubbed languidly against her clit.

Lucy Gray nodded frantically. Small whimpers bubbled up her throat, but still she didn’t say a word.

Before her transformation, he had had her shaved then lasered to keep the growth from returning. Coryo was adamant on upkeep as well and made sure to moisturise her on a regular basis — he was pleased with the results, as she always felt baby-soft under his hands. She was his prize pet, pampered and taken care of in every aspect.

Lucy Gray Baird came apart underneath his hands with a shudder and a sigh. At the precipice, her eyes snapped open and she stared at him with a razor-sharp focus. Her mouth, open on an inhale, spoke a single word.

*“Coriolanus.”*

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Rei 💖 @nocteacakes.bsky.social · 14/12/2024

#snowbaird 147 words written for the 'in a cage' prompt for @snowbairdprompts.bsky.social Set in the same universe as this dead dove snowbaird: bsky.app/profile/noct...

"You can't keep me here, trapped in a cage like some anima." She lashed out at him, throwing her meagre breakfast at him, untouched. How dare he come in here, treating her like she was on some temporary vacation, when she was a prisoner -- a test subject. Subhuman.

He stood there in his perfectly pressed lab coat, clipboard in hand. Nimble fingers pulled a hankerchief out of his pocket and wiped carefully at the front of his coat, no longer pristine white.

"Please believe me, Lucy Gray, this is the safest place for you right now." His beautiful blue eyes looked pleadingly at her.

His voice held no malice, but Lucy Gray knew the key signature of his sweet tones. The calm beats of his tempo belied the real story.

Unfortunately for Coriolanus, Lucy Gray had decided that she would never sing for him again.

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Rei 💖 @nocteacakes.bsky.social · 17/11/2024

(2/2) Shoutout to @folklorisms.bsky.social for being there when I brainrotted this originally lol

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

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StarlessMistake @starless.bsky.social · 15/11/2024

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

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

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

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

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

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mary @pastoralwitch.bsky.social · 15/11/2024

jessie mei li 📣🐈‍⬛

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Arbutus Blossoms @arbutusblossoms.bsky.social · 15/11/2024

[Gentle Touch] " She ain't afraid of him anymore" #ghoulcy #ghoulcyweek #fallout

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Bex in Rivals era @whatsabex.bsky.social · 15/11/2024

┓ ┃┃╱╲ In ┃╱╱╲╲ this ╱╱╭╮╲╲ house we're ▔▏┗┛▕▔ obsessing over ╱▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔╲ RIVALS and TaggieRupert ╱╱┏┳┓╭╮┏┳┓ ╲╲ ▔▏┗┻┛┃┃┗┻┛▕▔

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CT | Hooked on Chthonics @kierqe.bsky.social · 12/11/2024

Look the Darklina kiss still lives rent free.

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Bex in Rivals era @whatsabex.bsky.social · 14/11/2024

I miss them 😢 (I literally saw them 10 mins ago) #rivals

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C. Robert Cargill @crobertcargill.bsky.social · 13/11/2024

The most important thing in writing is to finish. A finished thing can be fixed. A finished thing can be published. A finished thing can be made into a movie. An unfinished thing is just a dream. And dreams fade if you don't hold on tight enough. So finish the thing.

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luna @folklorisms.bsky.social · 13/11/2024

keira never misses. i love this so much

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luna @folklorisms.bsky.social · 12/11/2024

i restarted my tumblr as well since twitter is going to shit. 2010s tumblr you are missed

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wwxwashere.bsky.social @wwxwashere.bsky.social · 11/11/2024

I SAID YES!!!!!! 💍🥂🥳🎉 I asked myself if I wanted to start another WIP instead of finishing the previous one

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Ylva 💀🖤 @ylvastudio.bsky.social · 11/11/2024

two more ghoul sketches just for fun 🤠 #fallout

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Tea with Tolkien @teawithtolkien.com · 10/11/2024

“do you really still think Sauron is babygirl even after all of the crimes he committed?”

Bilbo Baggins saying “well, no… and yes.”

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JOOPS @doodlejoops.bsky.social · 10/11/2024

I think about him daily #fallout #theghoul

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luna @folklorisms.bsky.social · 11/11/2024

shadow and bone i’m looking at you

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luna @folklorisms.bsky.social · 11/11/2024

hello bluesky nation how are we all doing

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Shannon Wild Smith @shannonwildsmith.bsky.social · 10/10/2024

To find the light, we must first touch the darkness.

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luna @folklorisms.bsky.social · 24/08/2023

my boss added me to a google drive folder and because my professional email’s drive is full i had to join with my personal email… it’s a twilight reference if that tells you anything

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cheesie @cheddarplums.bsky.social · 24/08/2023

OUR BODIES, POSSESSED BY LIGHT — 6.8k, E, one-shot The Darkling is a woman and the events of the Winter Fete are set in the 21st century. War room sex ensues. (for darklina week: day 4 – modern canon) 🔗: archiveofourown.org/works/49025398

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néa @darklina.bsky.social · 24/08/2023

darklina graphic inspired by the 'little rabbit' book cover.

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luna @folklorisms.bsky.social · 24/08/2023

THE FRUITS darklina | 1.5k | 1/? | e Alina falls in love, wakes up an ancient entity, and discovers that she’s the Sun Summoner, but not necessarily in that order. archiveofourown.org/works/495768...

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yes that kate @hawkeyesquared.bsky.social · 23/08/2023

christening my blog!

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luna @folklorisms.bsky.social · 22/08/2023

when will my invite codes return from war

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inevitabletapir @inevitabletapir.bsky.social · 21/08/2023

Brand New Heretic (Darklina, 2/9, E, 3.1k) archiveofourown.org/works/459631... Double agent!Alina season 2 fix it

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New Session | Archive of Our Own

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

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Keira_63 @keira63.bsky.social · 21/08/2023

Lady Whistledown’s Os Alta Society Papers (4.7k) Lady Whistledown’s columns chart the courtship of Miss Alina Starkova and Aleksander Morozov, Duke of Kirigan. For day two of Darklina Week archiveofourown.org/works/49521655

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luna @folklorisms.bsky.social · 22/08/2023

i can’t believe this is one of the first things i see when i open this app after several days

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