Seleca's Harp

Seleca is the muse, I am merely the instrument.

[selecasharp]

Hey I love your work!! Got back into spn again and revisiting your lj fics has been such a great experience!! I was wondering if you were planning to archive more of them to ao3??

Hi! I am planning to do that, yes, I just... haven’t yet? ^^;;; It’s been a ridiculous year or four, what can I say? I’ll make actually doing it at some point my 2021 resolution! <3

[selecasharp]

My art (most of it) for my second prompt on the SPN-J2 Reverse Bang on Livejournal. 

The awesome @balder12 wrote me the fic to go with my original prompt (the first one, with researching brothers and the monster behind them).

Hunting Season

The Winchesters hunt a mysterious monster in the North Carolina mountains, but a previous case isn't done with them yet.

The rest of my art is here (it’s all sketches and lineart of the above). I’ve got it up on AO3 too.

[selecasharp]

Stiles never stops moving his mouth. Even when he’s not talking. Especially when he’s not talking. He worries at his lips with his teeth. He licks them. He chews on pens, straws, anything that he can get in there. It pisses Derek off at the same time that it makes heat pool in his belly. But the worst is when Stiles stops. Someone, usually Scott, will say something either heartwarming, stupid, or both, and Stiles will just stand there and watch, mouth open, lips wet.

The things he wants to do to that mouth...

Read the rest: AO3 | LJ

[selecasharp]

Sam’s skin is warm under his fingers. Dean bites his lip, breaths coming in short strangled gasps, his whole body thrumming at the touch. It’s ridiculous, the part of him not focused the connection between them thinks. He’s touched Sam a million times before, in all states of undress.

But not like this.

They can still go back, Dean tells himself. They’re both still wearing jeans, haven’t touched except for this, for Dean’s hand on Sam’s stomach. If he steps back now, pulls his hand away, then they can pretend this never happened and keep going like they have been. Just brothers.

“Go on,” Sam whispers.

Dean looks up at that, at Sam’s eyes, and the look in them, of barely restrained longing, makes Dean’s mouth go dry. He carefully slides his hand lower, tracing the lines of Sam’s abdomen, circling his thumb over his bellybutton. Sam shivers under his touch, his breath catching when Dean’s fingers brush over his hip. “Dean,” he mumbles, voice raw, and that’s all the warning Dean gets before Sam’s kissing him hard, crowding up against him, huge hands bracketing his face. Sam kisses him like he’s air, like he needs him just to survive, and Dean stops thinking and kisses him back just as hard, just as desperately. It almost hurts, finally kissing Sam like this, finally touching him in ways Dean’s only let himself dream about before. But it’s the best kind of pain, the kind Dean wants to feel again and again.

“Sammy,” he breathes against Sam’s lips. His other hand reaches up, seeking Sam, tangling in his hair, and he drags him back in. For a while he can’t focus on anything but that, Sam’s lips and teeth and tongue, the taste of him, the fit of their mouths bruising together. But then Sam’s hands slide down, his rough palms leaving trails of heat in their wake as they touch Dean’s bare chest, and he wants everything now, wants to touch Sam everywhere. Feel him everywhere.

He slides his hand lower, delves it into Sam’s unbuttoned jeans, and the sound Sam makes when his fingers wrap around him is physical; Dean can feel it in his whole body, lighting him up. He shoves Sam’s jeans down, gets both hands on him, rubs one down the length of Sam’s cock and pulls him in even closer with the other. He doesn’t notice Sam taking his jeans off, but he does notice when Sam touches him, caressing over his hips, skimming down his thighs, stroking his erection, his hands shaking but sure. And all the while they haven’t stopped kissing, haven’t stopped breathing each other’s air, and Dean knows the floodgates are open now, that they’ll never get enough of this. He knows they can’t go back when Sam shudders in his arms, burying his face in Dean’s shoulder as he shakes with orgasm.

And when Sam kisses him again, when he comes apart in Sam’s arms, he knows he doesn’t want to.

[wordmage-girl]

But like Emelan? We’ve got: POC WOC Lesbians Bisexuals Polyamory Family by choice Domestic skills that are respected Feminine women who are badass Unfeminine women who are also badass Abuse of power PTSD Respect of mentally ill people Mental illness regarded as an actual illness Respect of different religions Love Just generally “you can do whoever/whatever idgaf” Respecting boundaries Fat character who stays fat NO fat shaming whatsoever from the author Platonic friendship between the sexes Protags who aren’t conventionally attractive War as a terrible thing Murder Abuse Torture Child neglect Death Illness Sexual harassment ABSOLUTELY NOT GLORIFIED Everyone’s reactions and thoughts are appropriate for their age There are actually adults and old people, the young people don’t exist in a strange vacuum Respect towards younger/older people Just generally everyone gets respect Compassion Becoming a positive person and using power for good Why haven’t you read the books yet

[steammmpunk]

…Cora-

It’s going to be okay, big guy. I promise.

Derek needs some hug y/y (◡‿◡✿)

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exchanging headcanons and AUs with friends like

[selecasharp]

Fic!

Definitely Magic (Stiles/Derek, NC-17)

Stiles is waiting for him.

“Great, you came,” he grins, jumping to his feet. “I wasn’t sure you’d come, you seemed kind of, well, distracted is one way to put it. Barely hearing me is another. But hey, you’re here, come in.”

Derek shrugs. “I said I would.”

“Yeah, I know,” Stiles says cheerfully, ushering Derek inside the house. The door closes behind them, and Derek tenses, though he knows he doesn’t need to. Stiles doesn’t seem to notice. Or maybe he’s just ignoring it, Derek can’t tell. His heart rate is normal, anyway.

He isn’t sure why he’s here, exactly. No, that’s not true. He’s here because Stiles asked him to come. He’s here because, for some reason, he likes being around Stiles, likes watching his expressions shift and change, likes how easily smiles still seem to come to him. He’s here because when Stiles found him in the woods earlier and asked him to come over, he’d stood barely a foot away and the scent of him had been so strong that Derek hadn’t been able to think of a way to say no.

“Why am I here?” he asks Stiles, before he can contemplate it too much.

“I have something,” Stiles says, evasive. Derek frowns at him, but Stiles doesn’t elaborate, which alarms him somewhat. Stiles is usually as far from evasive as Derek is from chatty. But all he says is, “Come on, it’s upstairs.”

Derek follows him up, breathing through his mouth. Trying not to notice the smell of him, so close, strong enough that he feels like he can taste it. He’d always noticed Stiles’s smell, of course. It’s potent, distinct, unique. But lately, he’s been noticing it more. Differently. Almost primally.

He likes it.

He isn’t sure what to think of that, either.

Stiles leads him to his room and opens the door. “Come on,” he says again, and Derek steps inside, frowning slightly. It’s worse here; the whole room brims with Stiles’s scent, infused into everything, it seems. Derek has to resist the urge to pull in deep breaths, to let it flow through him. It doesn’t matter, though. He’s responding to it anyway, the hairs on his neck prickling, his body wanting to lean into it.

“What is it?” he asks, before he can do something stupid like close his eyes and start sniffing. “You said it was important.”

Keep reading! AO3 | LJ

[padahlecki-blog]

What's your s11 wish list?

more brothers

brother unity

less fights between the brothers

more brothers

a little bit of a flashback of the brothers pre-series

more brothers

sam getting treated with the appreciation he deserves

more brothers

more brother codependency 

brothers working together

m o r e  b r o t h e r s  

[the-book-ferret]

Hogwarts will always be there to welcome you home…

[youknowtheyarebrothers]

Hey guys! so this happened. We did it to over 2k followers. Wooho!!

I just want to thank to my friends and dedicated writers who did this possible vintagejacqui who have been with us since the very start and selecasharp who joined a few months ago, also to ours hibernating or sporadic writers.

I gotta say, this blog is a trully happy wincest place, we have never get hate, we have never been attacked purposefully, we are very loved by our followers and we love you back.

So happy that many of you like what we do, hope we can stay making lovely and hot wincest forever! Send your love to the writers! <3

- merakieros (the-gifmaker) xoxo

[mer-aki-eros]

Commission for Amanda

Hurt Sherlock and worried John, kissing. 

REDBUBBLE |  DA |

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[saywhatnow07]

FUCKING NASA

I’m fucking pissing myself. You know how all of Jupiter’s moons are named after his lovers and affairs? Yeah. NASA is sending a craft to check up on Jupiter. You know what the craft is called?

JUNO.

Who’s Juno?

JUPITER’S WIFE.

NASA IS SENDING JUPITER’S WIFE TO CHECK ON JUPITER AND HIS AFFAIRS AND LOVERS.

FUCKING NASA

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1 day old / 1 year old

[vastderp]

heirloom creambean seed on day of planting

mature kittyplant ready for harvest

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