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tuntetesinfo · 9 months ago

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Beszólás!

"SZÓLJ BE A POLITIKUSNAK"! C. RENDHAGYÓ VITAEST: DOBREV KLÁRÁVAL, CSEH KATALINNAL, KOVÁCS GERGELLYEL! Gyertek és már itt kérdezzetek!

A Szabadság Körei nevű független bázisközösségünk nagy tervet vett a fejébe és a választási kampány hajrájában meghívott magához olyan politikusokat, akik markáns szerepet játszanak a hazai ellenzéki térben: EP-listavezetők, pártelnökök.

Felkérésünket eddig elfogadta:

Dobrev Klára (DK, MSZP, Párbeszéd),

Kovács Gergely (Magyar Kétfarkú Kutya Párt),

Cseh Katalin (Momentum Mozgalom).

Továbbá várjuk még a TISZA párt visszajelzését is, ahonnan meghívtuk Magyar Pétert és Tarr Zoltán lelkészt, nagyon kíváncsiak lennénk ugyanis az ő víziójukra is. Sajnos eddig nem reagáltak a megkeresésünkre, de még nem adtunk fel, továbbra is várjuk őket szeretettel!

Időpont: 2024. május 22. (szerda) 19:15-21.15

Helyszín: VDSZ Székház, 1068 Budapest, Benczúr u. 45. IV. emeleti Nagyterem.

A beszélgetés vezetői: Perintfalvi Rita és Virág Zsolt

Az alkalomról: A nép kérdez, a politikus válaszol! Ellenzéki, pártoktól független, civil bázisközösségként fontosnak tartjuk, hogy az embereket edukáljuk és megtanítsuk nekik, hogy akkor lesz Magyarországon demokrácia, amikor felébred az emberekben a polgári öntudat és megtanulnak valódi polgárként viselkedni. Egy képviseleti demokráciában a politikusok vannak a szavazókért és nem fordítva. Ezért magától értetődőnek gondoljuk, hogy érdekli őket az, hogy milyen kérdések foglalkoztatják a választókat, milyen vágyaik, félelmeik vannak. Ezért örülnek az olyan alulról szerveződő rendezvényeknek, ahova a választópolgárok hívják meg őket azért, hogy tudjanak beszélgetni velük, hogy elmondhassák nekik a kérdéseiket. Ezen az esténken pedig a nép (közönség) első ízben kérdezhet majd politikusaitól.

Közösségünk tagjai előre előkészítik az este kérdéseit, minden vendég összesen 10 kérdést fog kapni és minden kérdés megválaszolására 1-2 perc áll rendelkezésre. Az este végén lesz mód a közönség kérdéseire is. És itt hozzászólásban is várjuk a Ti kérdéseiteket! Írjatok!

Az eseményen való részvétel ingyenes, de kötelező regisztrációhoz kötött. A terembérlet költségeihez örömmel fogadunk el önkéntes adományokat a helyszínen.

Regisztrálni azon a linken tudtok, amit a hozzászólások közé betettem!

Mindenkit várunk szeretettel!

Szabadság Körei csapata és a projekt vezetője, Dr. Perintfalvi Rita

A következő linken tudtok regisztrálni: https://forms.gle/vWdMx55L5wETpGzv5 Várunk szeretettel!

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thevikingwoman · 8 months ago

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After defeating the Rak'tika Lightwarden, Warrior of Light (& Darkness) finds time to teleport back to the source, yearning to see her lover again. Tansui is more than happy to see her again, and their need for each other is undeniable. However, after they come together, something weighs on Tansui's mind. Fandom: Final Fantasy XIV | Words: 2257 (this part)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Read on Ao3

Meryta Khatin x Tansui | set after defeat of Rak'tika Lightwarden | smut Rating: Explict. Sexual content, slightly rough sex, reunion sex, feelings, longing

The Lovers: chapter 1

The trip to Onokoro seems longer, this time, and for a moment Meryta wonders if she can leave the lifestream at all. It’s like the extra aether inside of her wants to keep her there, tugging at her soul. She almost wants to let it, but eventually she finds herself at the Onokoro aetheryte, dizzy and strung out. She has never had any issues with travel through the aether streams, but now she feels overloaded, like a cup about to run over its brim, or a volcano about to erupt. She breathes in the crisp air, big gulping breaths.

Around her, everything is much as it usually is.

Someone is fixing a fishing net, someone is pulling a boat into the sand, there’s a group of people cleaning their weapons, and another walking by lost in conversation.

This time, she looks for Tansui right away, her heart in need of seeing him as soon as possible. He’s probably with the Captain, she’s told, so she makes it up the stairs and to main platform.

Rasho is in his usual spot, sitting at the table. He’s got papers spread out in front of him – ledgers it looks like, and Tansui’s is nowhere in sight. Rasho looks up when she approaches, putting his quill down and steepling his hands.

“Meryta.” he greets. “Looking for Tansui?”

She’s nods, no need or time to hide behind a made-up errand.

“He’s –“ Rasho pauses, and assesses her with a look.

“I hope everything is well. With the papers and the tithe.” She gestures to his table, hoping he will get on with it. She likes Rasho well enough, but she’s not here to see him.

“It is.”

She fidgets impatiently.

“Tansui is out past Quickscape, on watch duty at the pines. You should find him easily enough. Meryta, are you –“ Rasho sighs. “Never mind. Go find him.”

Rasho waves her off, and she’s already turned to leave, whistling for her yol. She is too anxious and unsettled to prod him about what he means. If it’s important he will tell her later.

She finds Tansui where Rasho said, in a clearing a little ways from the pier. He has his back turned, dutifully keeping watch. She takes a moment to appreciate his shoulders, the braid of dark and purple hair falling behind him. All at once, she is overcome with gratefulness that he’s here and not out on the water or among a throng of people.

“Tansui,” she says. Her heart is suddenly pounding in her chest, the travel still making her dizzy.

He turns and he smiles when he sees her, and he rushes to her, and she to him, and she’s in his arms, and they’re kissing. Hard and then soft, his chapped lips gentle against her own.

“Meryta. Are you well?” He keeps holding her.

“Yes. No. I am not.” The light churns in her, and now she knows it’s not her imagination, but she doesn’t want to think of that, not right now. “But it doesn’t matter. I’m here, now.”

“Glad I am of that,” he says and smiles and kisses her again, slow and warm.

She is almost embarrassed in how she has yearned for him, how good it feels to dig her hands into his arms, to know that he is safe. She forgets any reluctance as Tansui’s kisses grow bolder, fierce along her jaw, his hands tugging at her collar. He appears to be just as delighted to see her as she is to see him. To touch him. She wants to stay in this moment, and not in her staggering unease, as she slides her hands beneath his haori, uncaring of her gloves snagging on the fabric. She moans as his teeth scrape against the scales on her throat and she wants, she –

There’s a loud snap of a branch breaking behind her, someone – or something – is coming up the path. They fly apart and she turns towards the noise, regretting that her bow is unstrung. Tansui is already reaching for his staff, resting against a tree.

A huyr man enters the clearing, and Tansui’s body language relaxes immediately.

“Uoni!”

“Um excuse me, sir, uh –”

“Don’t sir, me, this is not the military. You can call me Tansui or lieutenant if you must.”

“Ah yes, sorry. Lieutenant. It was my understanding the post, um, may be empty, and I was asked to, relieve you. Sir.” His eyes dart between them, and to the ground, and Meryta fights the urge to tug at her collar.

Tansui barks out a laugh. “Rasho, I take it. Thank you, Uoni.”

He nods at the man, and takes her hand, pulling her down the path under the trees. Something warm settles in her chest, her hand in his larger one. She gives his a squeeze, and it’s enough to make him stop and pull her close and kiss her.

“It is very good to see you alive and well, Meryta.”

“You too,” and then they’re kissing again, and she’s pushed against a tree and she is wearing too many clothes, too much armor, but she didn’t think of that when she left, only that it was now, before they return to Crystarium and what news there, while Y’shtola packs was she needs from Slitherbough, the Night Blessed celebrating the night sky.

“We should probably – ” Tansui says while kissing her jaw, “ – go somewhere private. In case someone else wanders up the path.”

She nods, and kisses him again. They stumble down the path, eventually, and back towards the settlement and the privacy of Tansui’s rooms. She has no more words to utter, her desire to touch him, to feel him, real and true, far too great. He’s not a far-off lover in her letters, but here, solid under her touch, soft lips against her scales.

They reach Tansui’s apartment soon enough, between their urgent kisses, the need for privacy winning out. He pushes her against the door with another kiss, fumbling at the door handle until it swings open. They fall inside, unable to let go of each other. Their clothes hit the floor, scattering with little thought – armor bits, inner padding, her gloves. Finally, her hands are bare, able to feel his body under her fingertips, him as naked as her.

Tansui stumbles backwards to his bed, and he pulls her with him. She lands awkwardly on top of him, until she warps her legs around him. His arousal is hard and insistent against her belly, her own need mirroring his as she moans and grinds against him. Finally, he is almost close enough, their walk seemed far too long for her patience. Her whole journey here too far, too much, to see him again.

He bends his head and kisses her shoulder, sucking hard and scraping his teeth over her scales. It feels good, the intensity makes her shudder. She needs this. She buries one hand in his hair, thick and soft and perfect. His lips move lower, kissing her chest, as she throws her head back. One hand caresses her breast, then rolls her nipple between his fingers. He pinches and she yelps and her whole body bucks, seeking friction, seeking him. She gasps his name and clutches his shoulders. Her whole body is warm, hot, and she wants him everywhere, wants his hands on every part of her skin. She holds on to him through his caresses, kisses, teasing, and his rough pinching. She wants all of it.

“More,” she gasps. Her tail wraps around his calf, seeking his skin against her scales, needing to touch every part of him.

He bends his head and sucks her other nipple into her mouth until she moans. His cock is hard against her, and she reaches between them to grab it, sliding her hand along its velvet hardness, drawing grunts from Tansui in return.

He pinches her nipple again with his hand, and his tongue lavish her other nipple, the contrast making her dizzy with lust. His lips slide sideways, kissing and now biting the side of her breast. Gentle and rough - she wants it all, she has waited far too long and now she can’t anymore, hazy with lust.

“I want – Tansui.” He bucks his hips into her hand, and sucks a mark onto her chest, under her collarbone. One of his hands is on her hip, holding her in a bruising grip. She sinks her nails into his shoulders. “I can’t wait. I need you.”

Too many lonely days a world away, too much time thinking of him, missing him. Too many worries if she’d survive long enough to see him again, too much fear of succumbing to the light poisoning her aether. Where she before was a little abashed by her yearning, now she does not care. She needs him, she needs him to fill her every thought, her body craving everything he will give her. Her need, their bodies need for each other so simple, all consuming. She’s frantic in her want, driving every thought but him from her mind.

“Meryta,” he says, her name against her skin. “Yes.”

She leans close, and raises herself to her knees. She kisses him. His hand sneak between her legs, two fingers inside of her and flicking up to her clit. Her tail curl up and behind him, he gasps as she pulls him a little closer. She’s wet and swollen and she moans and it’s not his fingers she wants, so she bats his hands away and seats herself on his cock in one swift motion.

He fills her body like he fills her thoughts, singular and everywhere, allowing her to push everything away. There is only now. His hardness inside of her. The motion of her hips in his lap, small sounds escaping her when she moves down. Tansui’s mouth is back on her throat, her neck, kissing and sucking as they fuck. He grunts along with her mewls and gasps, both of them too lost to find words, the only accompaniment to the sound of their bodies meeting as she brings herself down on him again and again. Letting him fill her completely, fully, perfectly. She clenches around him as his hands roam her body, up to her breasts, letting them fill his hands, before they wander to her hips again.

Tansui must be as impatient, as needy, lost, as her, as he uses her hands to move her faster, harder, bouncing her on his cock. She kisses him, or he kisses her, their mouths messily meeting lips and tongue and teeth. He feels so good close to her, inside of her, any other thought pushed out of her head, the only thing left the pleasure building in her. She’s so close, wanting. She bites Tansui’s lips and slides a hand down to where they’re joined, finding her own slippery folds, as he retaliates, nipping her jaw, sucking it, his beard rough against her.

She moans, whimpers, and slides her fingers against her clit, applying pressure where she desperately needs it. Tansui looks down at her, his eyes deep dark following the movement of her hand. He encourages her to lean back while still holding her hips, and captures a nipple in his mouth, sucking, then the side of her breast as he moves her, his hips jerking up into her.

She presses harder against herself and tilts over the edge, clenching and moaning as her climax crashes over her, only Tansui’s strong arms holding her upright as she rides out the pleasure. He follows her, eyes closed and his whole body shaking.

They both come down, clinging to each other, their foreheads resting together. He kisses her.

“Meryta.” Her name, hoarse and quiet against her lips.

“Tansui.”

“Thank you for the letters,” he says, drawing his arms around her. Solid and strong, she feels whole and unbreakable for a moment.

“And thank you for yours,” she says. “I hope they were not too difficult to send.”

“Nay. Just fucking expensive.”

She lets out a huff of laughter.

“I’m sorry. Do I need to compensate you?”

It’s his turn to laugh, his chest rumbling against her, his breath in her hair.

“No need. That they found you is enough. And the waters have been quite bountiful lately, no thanks to your Eorzean friends and the Domans.”

“Have they, now? You should tell me more – I hope you are not making Hancock too frustrated. Just frustrated enough.”

“That we do.”

She laughs again and untangles herself a little, but unwilling to let go of his heat, she presses forward until he lets them both fall backwards on the bed. They lay entangled, talking of nothing of import, about the people and events mentioned in their letters, the small things. She avoids talking about her fights, or the Light, too comfortable and weary. Her hands wander idly across his body, describing the impossible purple leaves of Lakeland, the beauty of the flowers in Il Megh, the tall platforms of the Viis. When she falls silent, she listens to Tansui and the mundane news he has, his voice a pleasant to her ears.

At some point she must have fallen asleep briefly, and when she wakes, she’s covered with a blanket, and Tansui is cooking. She doesn’t feel hungry, but he insists, and she finds herself seated at his table, rice and meat and some bitter greens and comfort. It feels like home, if nothing else then because she’s yet to find food like this on the First.

#ffxiv #ffxiv fanfic #final fantasy xiv #meryta khatin #meryta x tansui #wol x tansui #tansui ffxiv #ahhh I'm so happy to post this #they are a bit feral for each other #and I'm enjoying that #viking writes #published 5/22/2024

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