#Aqua Sculpt

[aqua-sculpt]

Aqua Sculpt: Reviews, Price, Side Effects & Ingredients

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Aqua Sculpt Canada could be the solution you've been looking for if you're sick of intrusive procedures and fad diets that promise results but fall short. This supplement has gained notice for its ability to assist consumers lose an average of 27.8 pounds in a matter of weeks due to its doctor-formulated combination and demonstrated efficacy. Anyone looking for a simple, efficient answer to their weight reduction problems may choose AquaSculpt. 

What is AquaSculpt?

AquaSculpt Australia is a novel weight reduction product that uses its trademark "ice water hack" to target fat loss through a special method. This product has a powerful blend of natural substances that work together to increase calorie burning and your body's metabolism. AquaSculpt is a simpler method of weight loss than many other options that call for rigorous exercise regimens or severe food restrictions. Simply taking one capsule everyday with a glass of cold water can trigger the supplement's fat-burning effects.

The body's metabolic functions and the thermogenic properties of cold water are the foundation of Aqua Sculpt South Africa research. The product's promise of substantial weight reduction outcomes, including testimonials from customers who have lost up to 80 pounds in weight, is a major factor in its rising popularity. This makes AquaSculpt a compelling option for those struggling to find a method that works for their unique lifestyle and body.

How Does AquaSculpt Work?

AquaSculpt works on a straightforward but powerful principle: by utilizing the thermogenic qualities of cold water in conjunction with its precisely prepared chemicals, it increases your body's natural capacity to burn calories. Consuming ice water increases calorie expenditure since your body needs energy to warm the water to body temperature. 

By encouraging a state of higher calorie burning throughout the day, the pill enables users to carry on with their regular activities without having to make significant lifestyle adjustments. The components in AquaSculpt encourage fat cells, which allows your body to use fat as its main energy source. AquaSculpt users might anticipate benefits beyond weight loss. Many testimonials highlight experiences of rapid weight loss without the accompanying fatigue or irritability often associated with conventional dieting methods.

How to Take AquaSculpt

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When you first start using AquaSculpt, it's important to be consistent. Your body will adjust to the higher metabolism and fat-burning condition that AquaSculpt encourages if you include it in your regular routine. To get the most out of AquaSculpt, it's also critical to maintain general health habits and keep hydrated.

Final Thoughts

Mitolyn stands out as a ray of hope for people who want to lose weight naturally in a world full of overwhelming weight loss plans and convoluted diets. AquaSculpt offers a convincing option for anyone wishing to change their body and enhance their general health because of its special formulation, results supported by science, and simple regimen.

Weight loss is not only possible but also pleasurable thanks to the combination of natural ingredients and the creative ice water trick. Because AquaSculpt increases metabolism, users can enjoy their favorite foods guilt-free. For those who are serious about reaching their weight loss goals, Mitolyn is a worthwhile investment because of the encouraging reviews and clinical trial results that attest to its efficacy.

Start down the path to a healthier, more reassuring self by selecting Mitolyn right now. AquaSculpt is more than just a product; it's an investment in your health, backed by a satisfaction guarantee and a dedication to assisting others. 

[heyimanowl]

Average father and (not) son moment

[machetebunny]

wips of mini meatwads i’m making :-)

[wrotzal]

Hydoraudeo, imbued with the daring spirit to navigate and conquer destiny’s tides, embodies the boundless courage of those who venture into the unknown. Its design, a swirling nexus of azure and gold, mirrors tumultuous seas and celestial currents. Hydoraudeo guides and guards through the stormiest of battles, a beacon of valor and resilience.

Name: Hydoraudeo (Greek: hydor = water, Latin: audeo = venture) symbolizing the daring spirit to navigate and conquer the ever-changing tides of destiny. View Model: https://sketchfab.com/3d-models/shield-hydoraudeo-9d8be3e21e9c449ebe8a62c712976803 #art #artist #3d #sculpt #b3d #blender #3dmodel #magic #fantasy #3dmodeling #weapon #rpg #substancepainter #sketchfab #asset #game #props #handpainted #lowpoly #stylized #gameart #photoshop #showcase #shield #water #gold #aqua #ocean #luxury #royal #noble

[storm-surge-art]

Whale shark, white clay

[httpstes]

* ˚ ✦astro observations VII* ˚ ✦

Links to other astrovations: Astrology observations l, Astrology Observations ll, Astrology observations lll, Astrology observations IV, Astro Observations V Astrology observations VI

✩ Aquarius and pisces moon's can get annoyed with others for no reason, they might even beat themselves up over it. I’ve noticed with these individuals (unless strong 4H placements are involved or cancer) that they tend to not like people who are constantly in their vicinity 24/7, especially friends or lovers, these people rlly enjoy their personal space and alone time so they recharge their social battery as well as their tolerance for others.

✩ Aqua and Pisces moons may also feel that they can’t be their real selves around others, this authentic version of them may only truly be revealed to family members or a very close friend or lover. This could also add to the need to be alone as they could feel no one will ever understand them, their mind, mannerisms and behaviour. It’s like they want someone to pick apart their brain and understand who they are at their core but at the same time they’re afraid of letting others into their internal world.

✩ North Node in the 7th house seems like a difficult placement for the NN to be in. NN in the 1st house would symbolise finding your direction in life independently, therefore being encouraged to rely on oneself. North Node in the 7th house is quite the opposite, in the worst cases, I've seen it manifest in individuals who feel like they're incomplete without a romantic life partner and never properly heal, jumping from one person to the next in order to not be alone. Positively, this placement can indicate being encouraged to work with other people and to develop deep connections to others as with SN in the 1st, you may be more inclined to do things your way. NN in the 7th pushes you in the direction of compromise and balance within relationships.

✩ Chiron and Neptune in the 3rd house can indicate troubles with speaking (speech impediment, afraid of speaking in front of a group of people etc).

✩ Chiron and Neptune in the 3rd can also show early childhood bullying or being purposefully left out/made fun of by other kids your age. I've seen quite a few people with this placement deal with this, and years later they develop social anxiety and in worst cases agoraphobia :(

✩ Going back to the first point of Chiron/Neptune- they may have felt stupid or "slower" than other kids their age when it came to school further adding to the sense of unease and anxiety when it comes to school or dealing with their peers.

✩P.S I love you Chiron/Neptune in 3H individuals ❤️, yall are so strong and you are smarter than you realise 🙏

✩Venus/Sun/Moon/Mars in the 5th house start getting into/doing more creative hobbies. Idc if it's music, writing, poems, acting, knitting, painting, dancing, fashion hell even sculpting and becoming a DJ, JUST DO ITTT. Trust you are blessed with a mind that inclines to the creative side, use this please esp if the moon is in the 5th house it will heal your inner child. Mars here could show you feeling energised from creative pursuits and hobbies, a creative career could be well-suited. Even if you don't pursue a creative career, or (from what some of these people have told me 😭) don't consider yourself creative, do anything where you can add your own twist and opinion to it. Even if you don't think so or see it yourself, others will definitely be able to see the emotion/innovation/vision in whatever you create.

✩Having a lot of placements in the lower hemisphere of the chart especially the 4th house can indicate having an introverted personality.

✩ Furthermore, this can also indicate an individual who has a lot of layers, and it takes a while to get them out of their shell. This or they choose who they want to see the real them, no matter the years you've known them or the closeness.

✩Martian ruled 12H (Scorpio/Aries) or Mars in the 12H can indicate having wild ass dreams. Might involve a lot of fighting, and chasing, honestly it's giving war-zone. Your dreams could be very, very vivid too.

✩ Martian-ruled 12H or Mars in the 12H can also indicate repressing your anger a lot. This could stem from childhood trauma and with Taurus/Sag in the first (Whole signs), you could've felt bad expressing your anger, being taught it's not a good thing to show outward. With Taurus in the 1st this could show developing a put-together and calm demeanor since a young age and not wanting to break that peace wall you have built up. With Sag in the 1st this could show wanting to or being taught to come across as happy all the time or only being positive. Sometimes I've even noticed these individuals would rather come across as wild, carefree and happy than ever admit or show their more...plotting side 😈 (scorpio12H)..ig you could say LMAO.

✩Saturn in the 6H could show an individual needing a routine to keep them mentally in check and sane. Without one, they may feel like their whole life is crumbling right in front of them.

✩9H/3H placements can get on with anyoneee I swear. Even if they don't think so or if they are more introverted in nature, others just feel they give off this carefree, relaxed vibe making it easier for conversation and getting to know them. (Unless there's like Pluto on the Ascendant lol or sumn, this placement by itself tho does give off carefree knowledgeable energy).

✩Venus conj Saturn can show your boundaries constantly being tested and the universe sending you the same people in a different font, testing your ability to blindly love others until you get it straight lolll.

✩Saturn conj Venus can also show; dating/attracting older people, those who fuck with you romantically get screwed over eventually #karma, and or being serious about love like only wanting/pursuing relationships that are long-term.

✩Saturn conj Venus can also indicate meeting your "true love" later on in life, and by later I mean whatever point in time it is societally deemed 'oh that's very late to get married' blah blah.

✩These individuals could also just have good standards for what they want from their partner/future spouse (love that for you guys)

✩Back to NN in the 1st, stop serving other people and be of service to yourself!! It's okay to be selfish sometimes.

✩Uranus in the 1H, Aqua asc, yall weird 🤓. You already know that but I just felt the need to reiterate it, love all your little quirks and hyperfixations tho ❤️

✩Mars in the 11H be up to some crazy stuff in the bedroom (notice the Aquarian themes here)

✩Saturn overlaying the 4th house in synastry, 4th house person may feel like the Saturn individual is their 4lifer and can see them staying in their life long-term.

✩Not an observation just a personal opinion, I love people's charts where their planets sprinkle EVERYWHERE in the chart, it's so cool IMO and these people tend to be very balanced and have knowledge on all areas of life. I also don't know why but these charts are rare for me to find. Individuals who have planets in nine different houses is crazy I wanna see your chart.

PS- The astrovations are so back 🙏

ღAll my notes are personal observations and thoughts. I am not a professional astrologer and like to have a sense of whimsy in my life by looking at peoples charts, thankyou.

[rustedhearts]

tangerine dreams (boxer!steve harrington x fem librarian!reader)

summary: a quaint, californian summer day with your fiancé

uses she/her pronouns and female anatomy

✶ the king of the ring (1994) ✶ record store

tags: fluff. that’s literally it. very very short and sweet. i guess smut-ish at the end.

"the summer's wild and i've been waiting for you, all this time, i adore you—can't you see, you're meant for me? the summer's hot but i've been cold without you, i was so wrong not to doubt your medellin, tangerine dreams."

— salvatore, lana del rey

malibu, california, july 1994

The surface of the aqua blue water ripples and glimmers with crystalline perfection under a blazing afternoon sun. Two bare feet—nails painted a starlet red—peek into the sliver of sun allowed by the umbrella shading a toweled lounge chair. A chilled glass of Coca Cola with a lemon wedge sits on a little wicker table hand-side. Pages of the newest Cosmopolitan flutter in the breeze whispering through the private Harrington residence.

And that's how Steve finds you.

He watches for a moment through the patio door, gym bag dropped near the staircase for later. Watches you reach blindly for your glass, bring it to your lips, and sip delicately through a red straw. Watches you reach up and brush a hair out of your eyes when the wind guides it there. Watches the diamond on your left hand catch a streak of sunlight and blind him with a dazzling beam. The diamond makes everything you wear look expensive, but he knows the pink Chanel bikini on your body is.

Steve slides the patio door open quietly, wedging himself through the opening. He slips his sneakers off near the door and tucks his socks inside, feet padding over the concrete around the pool. The kidney shape guides him to the row of chairs and matching umbrellas where you're seated, and it's only when you block the light at his feet that you bring yourself from your magazine to smile.

"Well, hello, Mr. Harrington."

He smiles, sinking a knee onto the edge of the chair to crawl the length of it. "Hello, angel."

You perch forward to capture his mouth, fingers cold from the Cola Cola when they sweep his jaw. The sugared carbonation sweetens your tongue and lines his mouth. When you release each other, you sink back against the towel again and cock your head with a delighted hum.

"Take your shirt off," you demand.

Steve chuckles heartily, and the pressure of it crinkles his eyes. You bring your lip between your teeth and let your eyes roll over the godly broadness of his sculpted body when he stands to his feet. He plucks the cotton of his t-shirt between his fingers at the back of his neck and pulls it over his head. His chestnut tresses ruffle and flounce over his brow as he reaches for his gym shorts, pushing until they pool around his feet.

In only his boxers, he wiggles his way between your legs and rests the back of his head against your thigh. His head is a source of damp heat against your skin, and you immediately drop your magazine to card your fingers through it near his temple. Steve's eyes shutter closed almost immediately.

"Mm," he hums. "Missed you s' much."

"Really? Those two hours were just agonizing without me?"

"Mhm." Steve reaches out for your other hand, and you let him take it. Your fingers intertwine over his bare chest.

He peeks one eye open and angles it toward your hand over his chest. “Lemme just see-oh! Yeah, it’s still there.”

You giggle as his mouth presses to the back of your hand. The shape of his lips should’ve been tattooed on your skin—it seemed that since the very moment he placed the ring on your finger, all Steve wanted to do was look at it. Kissing your hand, playing with your fingers—he was almost worse than you. It was your job to fawn over your engagement ring and show off the glitz of the jaw-dropping gem.

You suppose Steve just wanted to join in on the fawning.

“Haven’t taken it off,” you tell him, sweeping his hair away from his brow once more before placing your magazine on your knee again.

“Better not,” Steve teases, and your cheeks warm when he kisses your hand again.

“Do you wanna go in the pool with me in a minute?” you muse, flipping to the next page.

Steve rubs your finger between his own, fondling the knuckle. “Sure, baby. Gonna wear your ring in?”

“Oh my god, Steven—“

“‘m just makin’ sure! Don’t ‘Steven’ me, young lady.”

You snort, snapping your magazine closed to bat it on his stomach. “And don’t ‘young lady’ me.”

Steve pops his eyes open all the way and tips them up toward your face. His free hand cradles your jaw, giving you a little shake and squeeze.

“But you are—my lady.”

Your face blooms bright under his touch, and you let him use it to guide you down toward his mouth. Another Coca Cola kiss, and dollops of sweat shared from wet upper lips.

The world is always so quiet back here. Here between the palm trees, under the pristine, robin egg sky. In the jade of the grass manicured by a nice man that helps you fertilize your flowers. On the surface of the pool where you tend to bob on a long pink floaty. In the wicker chair near the bird bath, where Steve often finds you reading when the air is cool.

There are no flashing lights or snapping cameras. There are no voices screaming or cracks of leather slapping. The stench of sweat and blood are no longer here. There are no flares of panic and fear. Steve is not bruising skin or shedding blood.

Steve is lying between your legs, over your lap, and listening to the breeze. Steve is letting the sun warm him, and bronze his golden skin. Steve is holding your hand and admiring his promise to you. Steve is loving you.

Steve has always loved you.

“Come on, hot shot,” you mumble against his mouth. “Get in the pool with me. Promise I’ll wear my ring.”

You slip out from under his bearing weight and toss your magazine on the other chair. He’s already pushing to his feet by the time you’re sprinting to the pool, and he misses your arm by a hair when you leap into the deep end. Against the sharp splash of your body submerging, another follows. They collide, water spurting into the air and splattering onto the concrete surrounding the pool.

And then laughter as Steve’s arms cage around you and pull you in. Your giggles are shortly swallowed by his mouth over yours again, a pair of pink lips nipping and engulfing with greedy hunger until they rob the breath from your lungs. He brings you to the tiled lip of the pool, and the hard edges of the solid surface bite into your spine.

In the evening, he's just as sweet and warm. He drips water from his glistening, coppered skin and the lightening chestnut tresses that he shakes like a dog just to hear you shriek. He lights a cigarette on the lounge chair and rubs your manicured feet when they press into his lap.

Steve swears he loves the scent of sun on your skin, and he licks the salted surface like he means it when he lays you on the bathroom floor.

He holds your left hand the whole time his head remains between your legs. And he fiddles with the ring sitting heavily on your finger, pulling it down to rest at your thigh so he can watch it glisten in his peripheral with every writhe of your damp limbs.

His lovely little lady.

[hybbart]

What are magical Lizzie and magical jimmy’s powers and do their powers change with their outfits? What are the microphones for?

what do they fight or work towards in the au?

Well, it's funny that someone mentioned hirogaru precure in the notes first of all because the hirogaru transformation is the one I use in my head for theirs.

Anyways way too much info below

The Enchanter Wands are their transformation and final attack items, its day to day form is a pen probably. (This is where I show I thought too much about this) the paw on the front has three toe bean buttons and those control which mode they transform into and then press the heart in the centre while saying which mode into tbe microphone. The little coloured lights along it light up one by one during this cause all the best transformation toys do. And of course, the ribbon is moulded plastic like the rest of it. I'm awful at designing wands and toys alike but I think I did a good job of making something that meets the typical standards for the transformation trinket while making it stick out just enough to seem like it was designed first.

Anyways they're music themed! Just like my old art. They're Magical Enchanter Jimmy and Magical Enchanter Lizzie, because they're semi-idol magical girls so they sing, but I went with chanter because chanter is also french and it's not magical girls without random french. And enchanter makes it magical and a reference to minecraft. Magical is redundant but it rolls off the tongue. Also the abbreviation would be Macha rather than Maen or Maencha, just cause its cuter and be a similar pun to Precure.

Their transformation modes are as followed:

Cod Cajun and Axolotl Shanty. Aka their aqua forms they can breathe water and swim with these forms and their attacks are nature and water themed and magic oriented. They also let them create objects.

Cow Folk and Cat Carol. Aka their land forms, these ones have super strength more than the others and are defence oriented. They use fire and earth themed attacks. They also can make shields.

Canary Blues and Butterfly Ballad. Aka their sky forms. They can fly and have superspeed with theae forms. They're fragile but powerful. They use wind and light themed attacks. They also let them use disguises.

All the forms have about average strength, speed, jumping ability, and fighting ability like your typical combat magical girl, and they can also talk to animals. Jimmy also has super hearing while Lizzie's voice can travel long distances.

They're regular siblings who just love karaoke until their singing attracts the very distressed faeries, Norman and Joel, to them. They need help defeating The Silencer (Martyn) who attacked the Harmony Kingdom and stole the citizens' ability to connect. The seablings are heavily music themed but the overall theme is the arts and communication.

His henchmen are Tango, Cleo, and Shubble, all former citizens of the Harmony Kingdom brainwashed through their individual difficulties communicating. The daily baddies are manifestations of people's lonelines. The Harmony King is also Ren, who's been put into a great depressive slumber on his throne. Oli and Joe are also there somewhere too, but no one knows what's up with them.

Later they're joined by Katherine, the princess of the Harmony Kingdom who has a sewing and fashion theme who is very sociable but has a curse that turns her into the Dark Enchanter, who got brainwashed trying to save her faerie friend Shubble. And Pearl, a strange upperclassmen they meet in a gallery who has a sculpting and art theme who uses technical/scientific knowledge like redstone to enhance her art (cause the very first thing I would do if I was ever given a children's series to work onis subvert the performer-technician dichotomy trope since its my least favourite thing).

Both have their own unique trinkets of a makeup case and stamp palette, and their faeries are Shubble and Tango after they've been defeated and turned back to thwir faerie forms.

Jimmy and Lizzie's story is largely about them drifting apart after their parents divorce and they grew up going to separate schools, and reconnecting with one another through their shared love of singing and cute animals.

I think they would also all join theatre club together, as a way for them all to show off their talents. Lizzie is already part of her music club at the start but wants to switch to theatre because it better suits her passions (but isn't as respectable), and Jimmy is a bit more aimless, constantly getting in trouble and being bullied, and joins to make friends. Katherine and Pearl later join also in as the costuming and set design department. The teachers are oddly familiar...

[justblades]

⋆｡˚ ♰・oiled up! with luka, gepard, blade & jing yuan x gn! reader

┈─・(ex)plicit, mdni.

oiled up! luka's actions are heavily hinted with hesitation as his heart thrums against his ribcage. "are you sure this is necessary?" he asks with curious aqua eyes meanwhile you resolutely reply. "this is just a little maintenance for your mechanical arm." you utter lowly and drizzle the lubricant all over the gleaming titanium parts, your body seemingly getting closer to luka's that your lower part is hardly pressing against his knee.

luka's posture stiffens, lips tightly pursed and rose hues tint his ears, similarly to his lush crimson hair. "i can manage though, no need to focus on me." he insists and you could only chortle in exchange. "is the renowned wildfire fighter getting shy now?" luka's eyes widen in realization, breathing deepens. "no, it's just that—" hushing his lips with your index finger in an instant, "it's okay, i understand." you guide his mechanical arm to your sex, uncurling his machine fingers to tease with your sensitive spot. "should i do the same with your other hand next?"

oiled up! gepard is flustered, watching the sticky liquid trickle from his pecs all the way down to his sculpted v-line, a good portion of his blond happy trail peeking from the lax white pants he's sporting. on the other hand, you — who's been watching along behind him, reach your limits that you couldn't resist not flicking your tongue on his bare shoulder blade. he flinches from his seat but hands remain still given the tie on his back, slithered on his wrists, gepard's lips twitch.

"are we not done yet . . ?" he asks, voice lowered yet weak, almost as if his own tongue betrayed him. "there is much more for you to feel." you respond and face him this time, descending to his position and inch your face towards the plane of his chest. "tell me how you like this." speaking up once again, you poke your wet tongue, aiming for gepard's erect buds. gepard's legs jerk at the foreign sensation, the oil being an additional factor to increasing his sensitivity.

oiled up! jing yuan loves handjobs so much that everytime you'll pump his throbbing cock, he whips out the bottle and smother your hands with the oil - not caring if the liquids drip all over his office floorings, desk, bed, wherever you're doing it. he'll also wrap his large calloused hands around yours to assist you, "tighter." he coos, hand resting over your shoulder while you sat across him, biting your lip in anticipation. your digits now tightly curled around his girth, you skillfully stroke his dick, meriting you guttural moans from the general's slicked lips.

he groans whenever you'd complete one pump, to the point that he cannot mute himself from saying such lewd words - "your handjobs are the best." "yes, just like that, keep it like that." "hah, i'm so close!" the silver haired became so whipped he'll request for your presence even during his general duties. a view you've long ingrained in your mind was him bucking his hips upwards to sync with your tempo, truly an arousing sight to behold.

oiled up! blade doesn't like to get messy with himself only, he'll make sure you are too. he lathers oil from his scarred hands, coating his digits with the liquid until the substance overflows past the margins - oozing on your naked body he'd come to adore so. he caresses your frame, massaging the flesh like a therapeutic session: reaching pleasure points you didn't know existed. you couldn't help but let out a mewl from the satisfaction but blade's hands travel somewhere else, a spot you already predicted he would toy with.

adorned with the lubricant bedaubed all over your body, he tugs lightly on your hard nipples. your breath hitches in return, but you feel your soul dissipate as blade fondles the plush of your ass, only to leave it with a loud spank right after. the spank sounds, it stings, "that's too much!" you yelp underneath his towering figure. however, he doesn't respond but completely flips you over, your back facing him now. "i'll reward you something good right after." he replies in a low tone, leaving yet another swelling slap on the cheeks of your ass.

[stopdoomscrolling-cafe]

welcome to my cafe !! have a seat !

hey there! welcome to our cozy little cafe. grab a seat and let me tell you a bit about why doom scrolling isn’t the best habit to have.

so, doom scrolling is when you keep scrolling through negative news or social media posts, and it can really mess with your mental health. it often leads to feelings of anxiety, sadness, and even hopelessness because you’re constantly exposing yourself to bad news. it’s like drinking too much coffee – a little bit can be okay, but too much can make you jittery and stressed.

now, let’s talk about how having hobbies can help. when you engage in activities you love, like painting, gardening, or playing an instrument, it gives your mind a break from all that negativity. hobbies can boost your mood, reduce stress, and give you a sense of accomplishment. it’s like enjoying a warm cup of tea – it soothes your soul and makes you feel good.

so, why not try picking up a new hobby or spending more time on the ones you already love? it's the perfect antidote to all that doom scrolling.

in front of you is our hobby menu. feel free to ask any of our kind waitstaff questions or requests!

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THE HOBBY MENU

creative hobbies | painting, photography, stand-up comedy, upcycling, scrapbooking, calligraphy, blogging, pottery, model building, flower arranging, candle making, sculpting, tattoo art, cosplay, renaissance fairs, scrapbooking, creative writing, diy projects, sewing, crocheting, making jewllery, write poetry, videography, film, content creation

musical hobbies | playing the guitar, playing the piano, making sheet music,

physical hobbies | rock climbing, dance, tai chi, jogging, karate, cycling, golf, tennis, basketball, soccer, biking

food and drink hobbies | baking, homebrewing, wine tasting, grilling, international cooking, cheese making, cooking, fruit and vegetable garden

outdoor hobbies | parkour, archery, adventure travel, camping, fishing, skiing, paintball, bird watching, kite flying, surfing, geocaching, beekeeping, sailing, urban exploration, caving, gardening, hiking, scuba diving, horseback riding, off-roading

technical hobbies | robotics, magic tricks, genealogy, leather crafting, birdhouse building, astrology, metal detecting, glass blowing, whittling, puppetry, wood working, gaming

mental hobbies | chess, self-improvement books, analytical/essay writing, learning another language, analyze films, analyze novels, analyze poetry, analyze open cases (crime)

collecting hobbies | thrifting

social hobbies | volunteering, book club, knitting club

mindfulness hobbies | quilting, letter writing, yoga, journaling, adult coloring books, astronomy, origami, soap making, meditation, aqua scaping, bonsai cultivation, soap carving, mosaic art

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this project is run by @nenelonomh

[csleko]

Oops. I blew up the BIONICLE planet.

Again.

ANOTHER remake of a thing I did in 2005. Like, damn. 14-year-old Leko was REALLY getting into this stuff AND not being very good at it!

In this case, it was actually my first ever Flash animation. Well, the first one that was actually intended to be a thing and not just screwing around with random things to figure out the program.

I was firmly ensconced in the BIONICLE fandom from 2003 to around 2008, so pretty much everything I made during that time period was BIONICLE fanart of some type or another, and posted to BZPower's artwork forum.

The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy movie was also coming out that particular year. Or might have already when I made this. Point is: I wanted to try recreating the exploding Earth from the trailer, and I wanted to be able to post it to a BIONICLE fanart forum, so instead of Earth I blew up Aqua Magna and the island of Mata Nui.

You MIGHT think I could have gotten away with just downloading a high resolution render of the island and slapping it on a sphere to make the planet in the remade animation.

And you'd be right. I COULD have done that.

But you'd also be wrong, because I didn't do that. I found a high res official render, imported it into Blender, traced the outline onto a heavily subdivided plane in sculpt mode, filled it in with more sculpting, vertex painted the textures onto it, then placed it beneath another plane with the ocean texture on it so the island would clip through.

Oh yeah, the actual animation was a lot of fun to figure out. Really got to play around with physics and particles after previously devoting so much time and effort to finding ways to avoid them. And the motion blur really adds a lot to the relatively simple effects.

This might be my favorite remake I've ever done, and I don't know if I'll top it.

[queerseras]

a conversation between the traveler and the bard

“Didn't they betray you? Why do you still love them?”

—about the Anemo Archon's love for his children, the people of Mondstadt.

Mondstadt has always been a peaceful place. For children just beginning to learn their alphabets, teenagers finding joy in the smallest things, young adults searching for the meaning of life, and weary souls who have weathered too many storms—be it locals, travelers, wandering merchants, or even the animals and creatures... The carefree breezes, carrying the scent of dandelions, will always find their way through your hair, breathing life and hope into you, wherever you go.

It is said that the gentle wind, the safe haven, and the freedom that seeps into the waters beneath the land were all gifts from the God of Freedom himself. Some call it a blessing—a manifestation of the love and affection that the Anemo Archon holds for his children.

He may not be the God of Love, as it is a title reserved for the Snezhnayan goddess, but his love for his children is enviable, and it is reflected in the way the people of Mondstadt reciprocated his love. Some say that the people's faith in their archons is the main source of their power—which then would mean that the Anemo Archon is exceptionally strong, given how much his people love and trust him. Not a single person in Mondstadt is irreligious, the popular phrase ‘may the Anemo Archon protect you’ that every Mondstadtian would sneak in every conversation and the grand statue specially sculpted for him in front of the Favonius Cathedral were clear giveaways to it.

Why?

Lord Barbatos' name was never associated with grand titles. In fact, little was known about him—especially to the outsiders—aside from being an absent archon ruling the City of Wine and Freedom. What were his goals? His ideals? How did he secure a seat among The Seven? Was he immensely powerful, like the Electro Archon who could cleave an entire island with a single strike? Or was he as influential as the renowned Rex Lapis during the Archon War?

No one ever truly knows.

Then why? A certain Traveler once pondered to themself.

What is so special about him, that his people's faith never shakes, even without his presence for such a long time?

The Anemo Archon was never one to talk about himself, nor would he answer if the Traveler ever asked. So, no matter how curious they were, these questions could only linger unanswered in their mind as they wandered through the nations.

At least, that was the case, until they found the answer on a random sunny afternoon.

“Didn't they betray your trust in the past? Why do you still love them, even after all the horrible things they did?”

The Traveler asked Venti as they sat beneath the great Windrise tree, watching the skies of Mondstadt gradually turn orange.

Venti simply smiled. A gentle breeze wove through the strands of his dark, aqua-tipped hair, as the warm sunlight cascaded over his skin. It was a sensitive question to anyone hearing, but there was no sign of displeasure on his face. Just like the wind, he was always calm, carefree and serene. Not a single person had ever seen the playfulness leaving his eyes, never, except in the presence of those who posed threat to his children.

“My dear Traveler,” Venti purred, his voice akin to the sounds of birds singing in the woods. “Children are bound to make mistakes. Stumbling across a rock, tripping over their feet, scraping their skin... It's all part of growing, isn't it?”

“It would be too cruel to deny them, mere humans who struggle to find their paths yet still find joy in the smallest things, the chance to learn and grow from their mistakes.”

There was a comforting silence as Venti's hand reached for a fallen leaf on the ground, turning it gently in his fingers. The leaf was vibrant green, still holding onto the life it once had when it was part of the tree.

“Look at this leaf,” he said, his voice gentle and thoughtful. “It once clung tightly to the branch, part of something greater. But now, it has fallen, carried by the wind to new places.”

He held the leaf up to the light, its delicate veins illuminated by the setting sun. “Just like this leaf, my children sometimes fall and drift away. They may lose their way, make mistakes, and face hardships. But even as they fall, they are never truly lost,” Venti said, a twinkle in his eyes. “Because the wind will be there to support the leaf, just like how I support my children. I lift them up and help them find their path again.”

He then released the leaf, watching as it floated away on the breeze. “Every leaf, every child, has its own story, its own purpose. And just as the wind carries the leaf to new places, so too does my love carry my children, helping them to grow and flourish, no matter where they land.”

The wind felt exceptionally warm that day, as they watched the leaf drift away, fading into the twilight.

Somehow, the Traveler understood the reason why the Anemo Archon was so loved.

After all, those titles were never necessary.

Venti may be absent, and most, if not all, of his children have never seen him in person, but no one ever doubts his presence. They feel his love in every whisper of the wind, every rustle of the leaves, and every joyful song sung by the bards. He is there, always watching over them, lending his hand to those in need of his blessing, while allowing them to find the meaning of life on their own.

Just like the wind, ever-present and unchanging.

“For in the heart of every gentle breeze lies the boundless love of a guardian watching over his children, guiding them toward their own destinies.”

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in honor of venti's birthday. may (or may not) upload a longer version on ao3, work is still in progress.

i hope you enjoy it!

[heyimanowl]

Making making pins

[sachi]

☆ Aqua // Kono Subarashii Sekai ni Sukufuku o! 3 "Fairy Tale ver." ☆ 1/7 / PROOF ☆ December 2024 ¥21,780 ☆ Sculpt Eldora Model / En craft Paint Ekoshi Cooperation Alice Glint

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Raphael x Reader: Act II: The Dinner, pt.2

Summary: Your patron Raphael invites you for a dinner with multiple ulterior motives. Part 2 of 2. Word count: 3853 Notes: Dinner date with Raphael at House of Hope. Some romantic tension finally relieved, making out with the devil.

Previous part

“I’ve been looking forward to spending an evening with you,” Raphael mused just as you pulled your hand back from his. His warmth lingered, burning your fingertips.

He had brought you into a grand foyer. Nervous about the new situation and Raphael’s company – and not really knowing what to reply – you gaped around at the decorative hall. Massive pillars stood in rows at each side and the ceiling was impossibly high. There were no paintings on the walls unlike in the rooms you had previously visited, but devilish sculptures stood amidst the pillars. No doubt sculpted after Raphael’s own visage. Deep red drapes softened the masonry.

Raphael lingered in the middle of the foyer while you paced around a bit, marvelling at the interior.

“Before we dine…”

You turned to look at him.

Raphael snapped his fingers. A sweet wave of nothingness washed and settled through you – silence.

“There. A little privacy from our tentacled friend,” he said with a complacent tone.

The Emperor was going to be extremely upset about you dining with the devil and denying it the chance for eavesdropping. It already had opinions and dire concerns of you lending your ear to Raphael. Even more so about sleeping in the devil’s bed, but that was a conversation you rather wanted to forget.

“Oh. It’s… quiet,” you said, bemused.

The whispering and humming of the Artefact in the back of your mind was gone. Not once had it occurred to you that Raphael might have the power to do such a thing. At the same time, it warranted slight worry about his motives for silencing your astral guide. What had he planned for the night that he didn’t want anyone else to hear?

“This way, my raven.” Raphael motioned towards the hallway and you stepped into pace at his side.

Your mind truly was wondrously silent, thanks to the devil. While it felt weird, a sense of bitter longing filled you. What a luxury it was to remain the only inhabitant of one’s skull. You couldn’t get rid of the tadpole soon enough.

The earlier times you had visited the dining hall of House of Hope, you had not exactly been keen on examining the interior design. Raphael didn’t seem to mind that you were taking in every detail of your surroundings now. Hells, he even seemed pleased at your silent awe as your gaze moved around from the massive painting of the devil himself above the fireplace.

There was a simple brass bell on a chain that was mounted into the wall. The bell was almost invisible in the middle of all the elaborate decoration, but something in it drew your attention.

Raphael followed your gaze and hummed in thought. “Go on, give it a ring,” he urged.

You moved closer to inspect the item.

��What is its purpose?” you asked but didn’t dare to touch it despite his encouragement.

“It is merely a simple dinner bell. Ring it and I will know the table has been set.”

You reached for the short chain and gave it a light tug. The bright jingle sound reverberated in your skull and made your teeth ache momentarily. If that sound couldn’t travel through different planes, nothing could.

“Satisfied?” Raphael spoke while you held your cheek to stop your head from spinning.

“And regretting it,” you asserted with a pointed glance and moved in for the seat he was offering. Raphael let out a low and soft laugh while ensuring you were seated comfortably, then took his own seat opposite.

The hexagonal table was once more laden with dishes that you had never seen or tasted before. It seemed that Raphael currently held a taste for the more exotic Southern flair as many of the foods originated from Calimshan. There was roasted goose and stuffed portobello mushrooms with cherry port wine reduction and foie gras stuffing, aqua-tinted Green Calishite cheese, pork sausages and honey-sauteed vegetables – the same dish you had eaten on your first meeting. He also served you a glass of trike, a sweet and strong wine made from palintrike. Oranges, apples, sunmelons and other fruits were plentiful on the table, cut into bite-sized pieces and served with a sweet paste made of dates.

Raphael took care of most of the conversation on his own while you ate. He told you about the ingredients and spices in the dishes, their preparation methods and the history of the area they originated from. While it was certainly interesting, you couldn’t figure out a natural way to bring up Astarion’s dilemma.

After five courses and three different wines to match, you couldn’t possibly eat anything more. When Raphael paused to sip his drink, you braced and went for the direct route.

“Can I bring my companions here for dinner?” you asked.

Raphael arched a brow at you.

“They’re not my clients,” he replied, unsurprisingly, and leaned forward. “You are. My most precious one, in fact.”

The weight of his words made you shiver and a wave of apprehension coursed down your spine. It had been evident that he really didn’t care for your companions, but when he accentuated it like that… You had to avert your eyes in a flush and focus on the empty plate in front of you.

Raphael placed his glass on the table and fixed a curious gaze to you.

“What is on your mind, little raven?”

You inhaled quickly, remembering why you had brought up the topic in the first place: “So, about Astarion…”

Raphael made a calming gesture and smiled knowingly. “Don’t worry, my dear. I’m motivated to help him.”

Your loyalties were already stretched between your companions and your devil patron. To both of them, you essentially owed your life. Raphael could stand to be pressured a bit more. You straightened up on your seat.

“How soon?” you questioned.

“As I’ve previously stated, I’ll think about it and get back to you. Don’t fret,” Raphael replied and, to your astonishment, added: “Until I offer the little vampling a mutually beneficial solution, take care not to tread into any perilous dens on your adventures.”

He was talking in riddles again and looked impossibly complacent.

“I don’t need your approval,” you replied coolly and sipped your wine.

Raphael hummed with mirth and spread his arms theatrically. “Certainly you don’t.” The balmy timbre of his voice sent another wave of shivers through you, but this time the sensation made you feel warm.

You swirled the wine in your glass, examining the deep red colour against the light of the fireplace. Raphael leaned back in his seat, gazing at you contemplatively.

“I was surprised to see you at Last Light today,” you said to change the subject. “A mere coincidence, I take it?”

Hells, you were apparently starting to imitate his way of speech now. That was too much wine.

Raphael chuckled, as though pleased with your question. “There are so many people ripe for temptation,” he replied. A non-answer.

Your brows furrowed as you remembered Mol. Had she already made a deal with the devil? You had half a mind to ask Raphael, but he probably wouldn’t provide an answer other than citing whatever patron-client confidentiality rules devils lived by. You sipped from the glass again, flushing down the thought.

“Does it ever bother you to make a living out of mortals’ suffering?” you questioned and watched Raphael’s reaction over the rim of your glass. He snapped his fingers and the glass filled up right in front of your eyes.

“Life is not a fairy tale, my dear,” he replied in a low tone, posture relaxed and not at all bothered by your questioning.

You paused to huff in thought before answering: “Yet mine already has the main antagonist on stage.”

“Oh?” Raphael raised a brow. “I didn’t realise I was the villain in your narrative,” he said, clearly amused. If the line was meant to taunt you, you held back any further retorts and sipped the wine.

Raphael didn’t let the silence sit for long, eager as he was to continue painting the analogy. He leaned forward over the table. “And what does that make you, little raven? The hero? The sage? The victim?”

You leaned back on the chair. “Isn’t it a bit too late to choose a role?” you mused. “I am clearly the underdog.”

Raphael laughed. “Everybody loves an underdog, don’t they?”

You hated the blush that crept over your cheeks. “I should hope so,” you murmured nonetheless.

Raphael’s eyes narrowed at the sight as a self satisfied smirk crept across his lips.

“The journey has changed you already,” he noted.

Despite having a whole table between you, the moment felt as intimate as him buttoning up the borrowed shirt on you that morning in his boudoir. Heady and tender feelings coiled inside you, and it didn’t exactly help cooling down your flushed skin.

“How so?” you asked.

Raphael brushed any doubts aside with a burgeon motion of his hands. “You’re no longer the tender bud I encountered at the site of calamity. You’ve grown, little raven. Flourished.”

“Right…” You didn’t really know how to react when he was suddenly showering you with compliments. “I hope it hasn’t been a complete waste of time for you to watch me grow.”

“At least I can’t say I’m not entertained,” Raphael said with a warm chuckle.

“Enjoying the show, then? I’m glad.” It was the wine talking, but damn if flirting with him didn’t make you exhilarated and hot all over.

“Very much so, my dear.”

You placed your elbows on the table and locked your fingers under your chin, never breaking eye contact with the devil. Raphael’s eyes glinted at the sliver of gold on your finger. His lips curved upwards. He too leaned over the dinner table, fingers intertwined, and immobilised you with a heated stare. The honey-tinted brown eyes had gained molten swirls. Your heart started drumming faster.

“How your features and string of tragic misfortune have entranced me,” Raphael said, surely in jest, but the voice. It was a lover’s voice, sensual and suggestive. A sharp pulse of desire shot through you. His attention was intoxicating. You wanted more. A flutter sprang to life in your chest.

You blinked and focused on trying to stay calm even though your head was spinning.

“Shall we enjoy the rest of the evening in a more comfortable setting?” Raphael asked carefully. The rumble of his voice set your very soul alight. Gods help you, you were hanging on his every word. A pulse of desire was pooling into a warm liquid that spread through your body.

“You’re the Master of the House, so I’ll follow your lead,” you managed to reply.

Raphael arched a brow in surprise and chuckled. He stood up.

“Undoubtedly I am. Come.”

He offered his arm to you like the perfect gentleman and walked you down to the next room. Just holding his arm threatened to turn your legs into jelly, but you steeled yourself, determined, though nervous to see the evening through.

The room was a small parlour with plush sofas and small tea tables littered with delicacies and confectioneries. You made a little gasp. Calimshan Knots, Mraed and different kinds of chocolate were on display on a luxurious silver tray with three layers. It looked almost too beautiful to break a piece from the work of art for a taste.

Raphael guided you to sit down on one of the red loveseats and sat down next to you. Exhilarated at the proximity, you had to force yourself to breathe, only to inhale his sweet scent of cherries concentrated in the air.

“Please. Indulge.” He motioned towards the sweets, but you felt the words had another underlying meaning. Your blood started running hotter in your veins.

Raphael examined your features with great interest.

“You said there was something you wanted to discuss with me…” you suddenly remembered.

“Ah, yes. There is a matter of great importance that your little group will soon have to resolve,” Raphael stated and his head tilted slightly in thought. “One way or the other.”

“Oh? What kind of matter?” you asked unsure if you really wanted to hear this. “I assume it has something to do with the Artefact?”

“Technically, yes,” he said, a hand to his chin, “I happen to possess an item of great interest to aid you in this predicament. I could be persuaded to part with it.”

You blinked. “And what would I have to offer in return for this item?”

Raphael chuckled mirthfully. “Very good, little raven. Your skills in the art of infernal negotiation are improving. But, for this particular instance, I’m willing to take a loss.”

Simultaneous feelings of unease and pride clouded your mind. “That’s… unexpected. You would lose hold of such an item for me?”

“If it means you win, my dear,” Raphael purred and leaned closer. “However, it still comes with its conjectures.”

“I’m not sure I like the sound of that,” you said quietly, “What would those conjectures be?”

“I’m willing to loan you this item, if” – Raphael lifted exactly one finger in the air �� ”you promise to return it along with another trinket of my choosing.”

He could very well ask something impossible of you and do whatever he wanted with your soul in the end when you inevitably failed to deliver. So far Raphael had been fair in his dealings, but you had to be careful. Cryptic and unhelpful hints aside, you didn’t want to think about the Artefact, the tadpole or the Absolute right now.

“I’ll think about it and get back to you,” you murmured.

Raphael barked a laugh. “Indeed. Imitation is the highest form of flattery, my dear.”

The laugh left the remnants of a smirk over his lips. You swallowed. His scent of fire and cherries was making you go mad as it addled your poor, tadpoled brain. He lifted his arm over the sofa back and angled his body properly to you.

“You, my most troubled protege, will surely make the right decision,” his lover’s voice whispered with a rumble you could almost feel over your body.

Raphael’s hand dipped to caress your shoulder. The touch ignited a trail of fire in its path. He leaned closer and instinctively you leaned away. A proper smirk now curved his lips. So it became a chase; the fox hunted the raven. Your breaths grew shorter by the second.

He placed his other hand on your knee, a gesture to keep you still. The touch shot a wave of heat through you and you barely held back a wince. Thanks to the wine and your general ludacrity, you were already feeling wanton enough in his company, so you wouldn’t be able to take much of his enabling to finally snap and throw all noble notions into the fires of Hell.

That was presumably his goal.

“I’ve grown fond of you, little raven,” Raphael purred, “I’d hate to see you make the wrong choice.”

His every word caressed your skin, adding fuel to the liquid fire raging in your body. You swallowed to gather the last bits of your prudence and said: “I’m sure my companions and I will make the best decision we can under the circumstances.”

Raphael’s smile widened, his head leaned to the side. “That is most gratifying to hear, my dear.”

His hand still lay on your knee and you believed you felt it inch up your thigh while the other one continued caressing your shoulder, trekking up to the back of your neck. You couldn’t take your eyes off Raphael’s face. His gaze lowered to your lips. You placed your hand over his on your thigh and saw the delight spill into his expression. His skin was hot and you were already dreaming how it would feel wandering around your body; caressing, circling, fondling…

Did he do this with all his clients? Somehow you knew the answer. You could read it in the curve on his lips and the spark in his eyes. Mortals often held no such interest to him.

You were special.

In the back of all the lust-ridden thoughts, you wondered how it might feel to be loved by him, to wake up next to those molten saffron or darkened honey-tinted eyes.

You swallowed as Raphael’s fingers moved to the inner side of your thigh.

“Though I could use some motivation…” you heard yourself saying loud and clear.

The devil’s eyes widened for a fraction of a second before they were lit with plain and clear desire.

“What a brave and naughty little thing you are. You never cease to surprise me,” Raphael husked. The words were latent with seduction and promise.

He leaned closer and you felt his shallow and waiting breaths fanning over your cheek. Only the warmth radiating from his body and his scent of sweet cherries, deep musk and smoky brimstone was registering at this point. You felt almost woozy, aching in the trepidation that he might pull away and not give you what you craved more and more with each passing second.

Raphael’s eyes were the colour of dark honey, his eyelashes so dark and beautiful, and the thought of his lips on you… The consuming craving to taste him was overwhelming.

“It’s the company I keep,” you intended to say, but in the end were unsure if the words actually left your mouth or were blocked.

Raphael kissed you with overwhelming heat and hunger.

He cupped the back of your head and pulled you right into him.

The kiss was searing, passionate and would’ve swooped you right off your feet had you been standing. His hand instantly made headway up your leg, fingers already tracing your inner thigh and unceremoniously delving closer to your aroused, aching sex.

You gripped Raphael’s shirt, pulling him even closer. You wanted him closer. You wanted him so much. How you wished the clothes on your back would just burn away.

He pushed you against the sofa back with his body. His mouth moved from your reddened and swollen lips to plant hot kisses on your cheek, jaw and down to your neck. You mewled with pleasure and offered yourself to him, indulging his every motion and brush of his lips.

Two thoughts fought for purchase in your head, but neither gained any foothold: were you really doing this with your patron and what consequences there would be. Your soul was already damned. He had been tempting you for weeks so it was about time for things to progress this way. Tangling your body with his surely didn’t actually mean anything.

“Give yourself to me,” Raphael whispered into your ear, his breathing tickling. His hand reached its aim between your legs and you gasped as he resolutely stroked your clothed sex.

Your whole body quivered from the delicious friction of the contact and you bit your lip. A tight sensation coiled in your lower abdomen, ready to burst at the next hint of touch.

You wanted more of him.

“So eager…” Raphael whispered. He kept your head still and close, turning it as he pleased to reach the sweetest spots of your skin. You acquiesced to all of it, too stunned, too ravenous for more to move. The grip of your fist tightened on his arm and at the hem of his shirt.

He claimed your lips again. You spread your legs and his nimble fingers stroked you through your clothes with the most perfect pressure, all the while his heavy breaths tickled your neck and the shell of your ear between demanding kisses. The more you gasped and moaned, the more laborious his breaths also became.

“R-Raphael…” Your throat was dry and your voice already hoarse.

Your hand wandered south with the goal of reciprocating the pleasure he was giving you, but the brushing motions of his fingers sped up and you waivered, abandoning mission. It was extremely hard to focus on anything else besides the pleasure Raphael was so expertly giving to you.

Amidst the kisses and hot breaths on burning your skin, your release was hell-bent on building fast and hard, and, frankly, it surprised you both.

It hit you like a pit fiend running into a wall at full speed.

You gasped for air, clutching Raphael’s forearm and felt the ravaging pulsing against his fingers through your clothes.

“Fuck…” you huffed, voice hoarse.

Raphael’s motions stopped as it dawned on him: You had reached an orgasm in a shamefully short time. It was certainly… surprising.

“Uh, guess I was more motivation-starved than I thought,” you managed to mumble in what you aimed to be an apologising tone. Your head was spinning from the sharp and intense orgasm, and it was extremely hard to think in complete sentences.

Raphael slowly drew back from you with a muted expression. No tender kisses, no praises, he was just staring at you in mild disbelief.

“I, uhm. Do you want to…?” you mumbled ambiguously, but couldn’t quite reach the shame waiting somewhere in the back of your mind. It had felt way too good to be ashamed.

You took a deep breath to clear your head and Raphael straightened his back.

Then he laughed, low and rough and assumed back his role. “Like I said, you never fail to surprise me, little raven.”

You blinked. He was acting as if he had not just kissed you silly and made you come with his fingers while both of you were still fully clothed.

“Hopefully the evening was as enjoyable to you as it was for me,” he continued in a cultured tone.

Heat rushed to your cheeks. So that’s how it was going to be. You hurried to settle your clothes into a more presentable state and hopped to your feet. Your legs were shaking and you felt lightheaded. There was no way your companions would not realise what had happened. Astarion would take one look at you and start either yapping or giggling.

“Yes, uh. Would you be so kind and send me back now?” you inquired, trying to reach an impassive tone but failing spectacularly.

Raphael paused, clearly deciding whether to abide by your request or not. Not a hint of the earlier lust was visible on his face. Either he hid it extremely well or your little display had not affected him at all. How frustrating. So he could make you come with a single finger, but you had no effect on him.

“Of course. Far be it from me to keep you here against your will,” Raphael said with an incline of his head. Not even a hair was out of place on him.

With a quick snap, he sent you back to camp right then and there. A swift look around told you that no one was awake. Good.

Only a moment later you realised that by ‘motivation’ Raphael probably had not meant to allow you to come. Oh well, what was done was done. You could only hope the consequences of your own actions wouldn’t come back to haunt you.

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[mariesid]

Matakara

Pov: matakara tried to make up for ditching you once again only to find out your his first.

Warning: NSFW, mdni, 18+, smut, fingering, virgin

“Babe,” he cued, giving you those puppy dog eyes of his, “ I'm sorry.” You weren't going to break, not this time, you were mad. He ditched you again for his gang. You tried not looking at him, staying silent. “Let me make it up to you,” he turned your head gently towards his. His smile easily light up any room he was in. His aqua eyes reminded you of a calm river, you could get lost there. His skin was so smooth and his curly orange hair always bounced. You sighed knowing you’d cave, “why should I?” Those eyes, the eyes you fell so hard for, looking at you with so much affection, “because you love me?” You clicked your tongue, you did, you loved him and you knew you couldn't stay mad. “Fine.” His face literally up as he peppered your face with soft kisses. “My place? Tonight?” You nodded.

Rose petals went up the stairs . . . What was this? A movie from the early 2000s? You walked up the stairs and eventually to his room. He had plastic candles scattered around the room and a picnic blanket down. He sat there was your favorite pastries. Matakara might be cheesy, but he was also vary sweet. You smiled sitting next to him, allowing him to feed you. Playfully you nipped his finger. “Hay,” he giggled. You looked at his lips tilting your head to one side. He really did know how to make you feel appreciated. He was wearing a plain blue shirt and some black sweatpants. Today, you only came with your PJ pants a sweatshirt, and a tank top, no bra or panties. He kissed you sweetly at first, but before long it became more primal. His muscular arms holding your much smaller frame. Your arms wrapped around his neck while you climbed in his lap. You could feel his hard on pressing against your entrance. Your walls squeezed, you never felt that before. Your heart started fluttering, what was this feeling? You knew you needed friction of some kind. You could feel yourself getting wet. His hips bucked and that's all it took. “Matakara,” you half moaned half whimpered. You had decided then, you wanted him to be your first, your only. Your hands were now tracing his chiseled chest. He broke the kiss suddenly. His eyes were still so gentle, so calm but clouded. Matakara took your hand putting it on his cheek. “I want you,” you whispered. Tenderly he took off your sweatshirt, the plane tank top straps slipping to your shoulders. Blood rushed to your cheeks as you completely removed it. Without a second thought he took off his shirt. It looked like an artist sculpted his pecks, abbs, and six pack. Gently matakara laid you on the blanket with his hand behind your head. Your breasts moved into place with the slight fall. He lifted your legs and swiftly took off your PJ pants leaving you completely naked. The room was colder then you remember it being. He looked over every inch of you. The freckles that covered your shoulders. The way your breasts curves into you, the small pudge of your belly. Stretch marks on your legs, your lips opening to reveal your bundle of nerves and the small pool leaking from it. You were so . . . Beautiful. He had your legs on his shoulders so he could see all of you. Matakara’s muscular hands delicately touched your breasts. His touch was so warming, so comforting, and full of love. Your breath hitched while he massaged slowly down your body. “B-babe,” you groaned quietly. Your heat was going to swallow you whole. All you could think about was him inside you. With every passing moment his touch became more and more intoxicating. One finger, that's all it took for you to go absolutely mad with lust. His finger gently traced around your clit. Your walls flinched while he stared at your now, messier folds. You were trying to stay quiet, you didn't know if his family was home. Small moans escaped your lips. Finally he slipped a finger in you. It hurt, he paused seeing the look on your face. “Am I your first,” matakara groaned. You nodded yes. He seemed shocked as he gave you some time to adjust. His finger was so big, you couldn't imagine how big he actually was. Your walls clenched around him, giving him the ok to move. It still hurt a little while he slowly circled inside you. He poked your g-spot which instantly sent shivers through your body. Your face felt like it was slowly turning red as he hit the spot again. You gasped for air when your head shot back. You grabbed for anything you could find. “Ma-ma-mat,” you studdered. Your brain was all fog as your body shuddered with every small twist of his finger. Your back arched, your body felt like all of the air was out of your chest. You felt your walls clench and milk his finger. You bit your lip as you felt a flow of water explode from your body. You had never felt like that before. Your body was still shaking as your heart beat slowed.