#Copper and Gold Projects

[colitcomedia]

QMINES’ 100%-Owned Flagship and Emerging Projects: Unveiling Andrew Sparke's mining Vision for Copper and Gold Exploration in Queensland

Discover the captivating world of QMINES, a leading copper and gold mining company in Queensland, Australia. In this blog post, we explore the remarkable portfolio of QMINES' 100%-owned flagship and emerging projects. Join us as we delve into the rich mineral potential of the Mount Chalmers Copper-Gold Project, the Silverwood Base Metals Project, the Warroo Copper-Gold Project, and the Herries Range Gold Project. Led by the visionary Andrew Sparke, QMINES is redefining copper and gold exploration with a strong commitment to environmental sustainability and corporate governance.

Mount Chalmers Copper-Gold Project:

At the heart of QMINES' operations lies the Mount Chalmers Copper-Gold Project, a brownfield Volcanic Hosted Massive Sulphide (VHMS) deposit located in central Queensland. This flagship asset covers an extensive area of approximately 316 km². We explore the significant advancements made at Mount Chalmers, including multiple resource upgrades and the exploration potential that the region holds. With a focus on resource estimation, metallurgical testing, and environmental studies, QMINES is determined to unlock the project's growth potential.

Silverwood Copper-Gold Project:

Situated 15km south of Warwick, the Silverwood Copper-Gold Project presents immense opportunities for copper, gold, silver, zinc, and lead mineralization. With a diverse geological structure, this project offers the potential for Volcanic-Hosted Massive Sulphide (VHMS) and Mississippi Valley-type deposits. We delve into the highlights of the project, including initial exploration targets, drill results, and future exploration initiatives.

Warroo Copper-Gold Project:

QMines' Warroo Copper-Gold Project, located west of Stanthorpe, is a historically significant mining site. With a history of successful gold and copper extraction, the project hosts high-grade small-scale historic mines and deposits. We explore the exploration potential of Warroo, showcasing the best drill hole results and QMINES' proposed plans for comprehensive data compilation and focused drilling activities.

Herries Range Gold Project:

Nestled within a vast 330 km² area, the Herries Range Gold Project is a treasure trove of gold mineral occurrences. With a rich history of alluvial and hard rock gold workings, this project presents exciting exploration prospects. We uncover the notable features of the project, including historic workings, impressive gold mineralization, and QMINES' strategic data compilation exercise.

Redefining Exploration with a Sustainable Approach:

QMines is not only dedicated to uncovering valuable mineral resources but also committed to minimizing its environmental impact. We highlight the company's strong focus on environmental, social, and corporate governance (ESG) practices. QMINES' ambitious goal of achieving net-zero emissions by 2030 and its recognition under the Australian government-backed Climate Active program showcase its commitment to sustainability. We explore the initiatives taken by the company, such as on-site solar systems, renewable fuel supply agreements, and a comprehensive ESG framework.

Conclusion:

QMines' 100%-owned flagship and emerging projects in Queensland, Australia, under the leadership of Andrew Sparke, represent a promising future for copper and gold exploration. The Mount Chalmers Copper-Gold Project, the Silverwood Base Metals Project, the Warroo Copper-Gold Project, and the Herries Range Gold Project hold immense potential for resource development and growth. With a focus on sustainability and ESG principles, QMINES is pioneering responsible mining practices. Stay tuned as QMINES continues its journey of unlocking the mineral riches of Queensland's abundant lands.

[kyeterna]

Midnight Library

[atenaneta]

finally found time to try out my new ink that i received a while back. i don’t know why i hesitated for so long HAVE YOU SEEN THIS GLOW. i am happy i chose copper instead of gold! am i falling back into my dark academia phase again hhhhh

a few prints will be up soon on my shop https://www.etsy.com/shop/atenaneta 

[siliconpalms]

Africa Investment Destination: A New Frontier for Global Investors

Vice President Jagdeep Dhankhar recently underscored Africa’s rising prominence as a prime investment destination, highlighting its abundant natural resources, favorable demographics, and growing economic integration through the African Continental Free Trade Area (AfCFTA). Speaking at the CII’s India-Africa Business Conclave, Dhankhar emphasized the potential for India-Africa collaboration,…

[catdia]

Arcane Characters with a Puerto Rican Fem S/O

Jayce, Viktor, Vi, Caitlyn, Mel, Ekko, Sevika, Vander (nsfw)

Jayce

I like the idea that he is also Latino/Hispanic

Maybe Brazilian or Colombian

My sexy Latin Papí

In Piltover there isn’t really a big Latin community, so when he heard that you were Puerto Rican he befriended you reallllll fast

You studied botany and tech ecology, while he engineering

You wanted to save your islands flora and fauna by incorporating advanced tech, while he wanted to improve lives with magic 

You believed his dream since the beginning, even if you looked at him sometimes like he was crazy

“You have no idea what these crystals are capable of! What if we combine those aqueducts you designed for plant growth with runes? We can triple food production by 110%!” Jayce wrote equations on the board, mind going miles per second

“You think it can regrow completely deforested areas in less than 40 years?” You humored him.

“What if we can do it in less than 10?! The possibilities are endless! I promise that when I crack this, I will paint the whole world green for you.” Did he know how to warm your heart…

Jayce is a super touchy person and always has to have skin to skin contact like a new born

You get mistaken for a couple a lot before you even officially started dating

Always kisses you on the cheek when you greet each other. A very Latino thing!

Piltover’s greetings are very cold, only handshakes and shoulder pats. So he was ecstatic to finally have someone to do it with outside his family

Viktor became a victim of your kisses. But he secretly enjoys it

Jayce always smells good! Ximena taught him good hygiene since he was little. Whenever he feels a light sweat coming on he immediately hits the showers

Has a gold chain! Never takes it off. It was originally his father’s.

Doesn’t speak very good Spanish, but you teach him in between Hextech protects and meetings

You guys talk endlessly about your backgrounds and even bring treats to each other

“Mmm— oh, fuck!” He moaned shoving another spoon full of food into his mouth. Eyes rolling to the back of his head

“Jayce it really isn’t that good.” You were blushing like crazy, completely forgetting the plate in front of you. You just wanted to do something nice for him

“What are you taking about?! It’s the best thing I’ve had in weeks!”

He had been working his ass off building the new Hextech towers and surviving on sandwiches for the past month

“I also brought dessert, if you are interested…”

Jayce looked at you with puppy dog eyes. Absolutely enamored. Cheeks full like a chipmunk

“I. Love. You. Soooo. Much.” Jayce said grabbing your face and kissing you all over

“Te amo, mi rey.” (I love you, my king.) You said while gently wiping the side of his lips with your thumb

Jayce can dance! And I mean really dance. Ximena put him in classes when he was little because she didn’t want him to forget his roots

Dancing with Jayce is about passion, making love on the dance floor. Bodies pressed against each other, hands running above hot pumping blood and flesh. Heavy eye contact that yells sex and pleasure

You guys have sex in the forge all the time, instead of pounding hot metal he pounds that wet pussy (hahaha!)

Watching him pull the chains of the fire pit just gets it going for you. Back sweaty from the flames and work. Tan skin so glossy like copper

From you just wanting some papers to be signed for an new upcoming project turned into you having him on the workshop table

“Just like that, mi reina (my queen ). Como me haces sentir tan bien.” (You make me feel so good.)”

Jayce was thrusting into your cunt, the wood of the desk rattleing with every give and take. Your hands on his bare ass and his bracing your sides

When Jayce found your cunt’s sweet spot, the one that made your head fall into his shoulder with your eyes rolling back; pornografic grunt on your lips, he found gold

“You like that?” He grinned, finding solace in pleasure he gave you. Amused at how his body served yours so well

“Mmmm— yeah…” You licked the sweat of his jaw, slight stubble rough against your tongue

You loved him so much. Him with his stupid little smiles and big hands. And oh those eyes that made you dream of a safer tomorrow

“Esos ojitos de miel son tan bonitos. Te quiero comer enterito, papí!” (Those honey eyes are so pretty. I want to eat you whole, love!) You were practically going feral at his grasp. Eating at his neck and chest, savoring the taste of ash on his skin

You leaned back on your elbows, breasts jumping at his thrusts. Grabbing his wrist and bringing his hand up to cup your tit. Watching his cock drill in and out of your pussy. He was close by the knit of his eyebrows. Hips becoming harsher and sloppy

Jayce teased your clit, moving his fingers in the way you liked. Loving the clench of your walls as you grained your pelvis on his dick

“Assssíííí, cabrón—”(jusssstt like that, fucker—)

You came together in a world wind of grunts and curses. You creaming on his cock. Jayce rested his body weight on you as he came undone. Easing his head from your collar bones and giving his lips a peck. You loved how disheveled he looked, all fucked out with empty watery eyes

“Want me to give you a blowjob as you sign these for me?” You said brushing the hair of his face. Thankful for the shower he had installed at your request

“I would be an idiot to say no!”

Jayce is the king of aftercare! He will always have a snack or even a little trinket to give you after sex

“Look, I made a little pendant of the PR map!” Jayce showed you the little piece of metal. White teeth glinting as he was so proud of his artistry

“Oh my God— it uhmm… It has character alright!”

It looked more like a disheveled bean but you wore it proudly everywhere! You love your man

When you start dating Jayce, Viktor became your much appreciated third wheel

You always pack extra goodies and food in Jayce’s lunch box so that he gets feed too

Getting sad when Jayce comes home with tears in his eyes because his friend doesn’t take good care in himself

You even go as far as bringing him homemade meal preps to his house so he always has a warm dinner

Jayce’s favorite dishes you make are anything meat based: Bistec encebollado (beef steak with grilled onions), pollo guisado (stewed chicken in red sauce served over white rice), and pernil (slow oven roasted pork with crispy skin)

Would never admit to his mamá that your cooking is better than hers

And his mom absolutely invites you over to cook with her

Saying that she needs to pass on her recipes to her future daughter-in-law

You like spending Christmas at the Talis residence. A big old family gathering with delicious food and music

Ximena was more than pleased knowing that Jayce got himself a Latin girl!

Get ready to pump out some big chunky babies! This man is a Latino at heart and that comes with a few kids running around

The first time you ever visited the Talis home, Ximena took out all of Jayce’s baby pictures

“Awww, look at your tushy! Plump as ever I see.”

Jayce put his head in his hands. Ears red from his naked baby photos that you were so entranced by

“Mamí, please for the love of God put them away!”

Ximena gave her wedding ring to Jayce shortly after you left. The ring was carved and made by Jayce’s late father

“Si te vas a casar con cualquier persona, Jayce, tiene que ser ella.” (If you’re going to marry someone, Jayce, it has to be her.)

You call Jayce cerebrito (little brain) and he loves calling you mi tesoro (my treasure)

Viktor

Viktor knows the struggles of making it in Piltover as an outsider, both being form the Undercity and physically disabled

And making it to the best academy in Piltover while being different was surely a merit on its own

From simple study buddies to lovers. You fell first, but he fell harder

You call him estrellita (little star) because of his many beauty marks

I’ve read that people like to headcanon him as Czech, and I like that…. I like at ALOT

Teaches your words in his language to talk shit behind Jayce’s back. And by shit I mean make fun of his failed prototypes

Viktor straight out asked you to teach him the dirties curse words PR has to offer. And oh boy, do you give him a colorful list—

Cabrón (bastard), puñeta (fuck), hijo de puta (son of a whore), me cago en tu madre (I shit on your mom), mama bicho (cock sucker) , me cago en na’ (I shit on nothing), vete pal carajo (go fuck yourself)—

One time he got pissed at Jayce for not doing an equation right that ended up with the lab half burned to the ground.

You just stood next to Viktor as you watched them bicker at each other like a married couple. Jayce cleaning up the ash of his failed work

“You should have run them by me or Sky first, Jayce! We are partners, not competitors!” Viktor threw his now burned lab coat at him, hitting Jayce in the chest

“Well you shouldn’t have been making improvements to the Hexcore without my knowledge then!” Jayce pointed at Viktor, nailing back the fallen boards with unnecessary force. Wow, grumpy Jayce never got old

“You know what, Jayce—” Viktor looked at you with a evil glint in his eyes. Oh, no… “¡Me cago en tu madre!”

Jayce gasped like an old woman seeing a half naked girl at church. Mama’s boy Talis was going out for blood today

“Don’t talk about my Mamí like that—” he pointed at Viktor, hammer in one hand ready to knock his brains out.

“Come here you fucker!” Jayce launched towards Viktor as he scrambled to the other side of the desk

“Jayce, please don’t strain him too much! I still would like him in one piece!”

You were caught in this mess trying not to laugh as Viktor ran away with a giggle from his soon to be killer

“Take it back or I’m going to take that leg brace I built off with the bone still attached!”

“Never!” Viktor yelled triumphantly

It ended with Jayce and Viktor on their ass thanks to a good back head slap on your part

Guava enthusiasts. You brought mantecaditos (short bread cookies with guava paste on top) one time to the lab and they were gone before Jayce could try them

“Seriously, Viktor you didn’t even save me one—“ Jayce was looking inside the tin box with sad puppy dog eyes. Only finding crumbs at the every bottom

“There weren’t that many in the box anyways, Jayce.” Viktor said hiding the last cookies in his desk drawer. You made over 40 cookies, but he was never going to tell Jayce that

He likes anything vinegar based and soups. Like guineitos en escabeche (boiled green bananas dressed in a vinegar sauce) and sancocho (a hearty stew with a bunch of meat and vegetables like cabbage and yams)

It’s so funny hearing him pronounce the foods he likes! Viktor is really good at rolling his r’s. His accent is just to cute!

“What did you want me to make you Viktor?” You tried to hide your laughter as you looked at a grumpy Viktor

“I told you that I want that dulce de lecussy. The one you made last week with pieces of cheese.” He huffed

“You mean dulce de LECHOSA!” (candied papaya in sweet syrup with firm cheese) You crackled with lungs on fire from laughing so hard

“And what did I say then?!” He sassed at you trying to dim his smile

“That you basically wanted dessert pussy!!”

“I would mind that either, actually.” You gave him a slap on his shoulder. The sheer perversion of this man!

“¡Fo, que puerco eres!” (Ew, you’re such a pig!)

“How dare you call me a pig—” he gasped as you ran away from his wrath

He chased you with his cane and you ran around giggling trying to escape him

Viktor definitely has put in some weight and looks so much healthier

“I’m blaming you for my favorite trousers not fitting anymore.”

Once you showing him how real Puerto Rican girls twerk you created a new type of man. You decided to surprise him with a naked lesson. Rewarding him for the success of the Hextech gates.

“And what exactly do you call this?” Viktor rasped out. One hand firmly placed on your right hip. As the other went white holding the handle off his cane. Voice heavy with the heat of pleasure

“Perreo” you looked back at Viktor, watching him savor the ripples of your skin as you shook your body to the lyrics of Ivy Queen

“Mmm perreo…” he reaped absentmindedly

Pressing the cusp of your cunt on his clothed bulge, ass cheeks consuming and spilling out from his pelvis. Shaking your hips at various speeds and rhythms

Alternating between having your hands on the floor with your legs spread wide, having your knees bent with your fits on them, taking an ass cheek and spreading it so Viktor can see your sloppy pussy

“Eres bella.” (You’re beautiful.) heavy tongued, loving that the phrases you taught him were finally doing their magic

“Take that cock out now, jodio cabrón (fucking bastard).” Fuck did Viktor make you horny

“So vulgar.” He slowly unzipped his pants. Torturing you. He released his beautiful long cock. Dripping lines of precum down his head to his shaft 

You moaned at the sight of his dick, ready to be stuffed full. Spreading your pussy lips as an invitation. “Put it in.”

“I didn’t know that just a little dance could make you so aroused. Tell me what other— ohhhh, Janna!” Viktor had the wind knocked out of his lungs. Mouth gapping in pleasure

Sinking down his length shut him up. Pressing your ass until your cunt was consuming Viktor in a tight hold. Pushing him deep into the concrete

You swiftly shaking your ass faster than ever before. Not letting a single inches of that glorious dick escape your needy walls. One hand on the cold lab floor and the other playing with your clit

Viktor was whining, overwhelmed by the heat of your body. Hand letting go of his cane, it hit the ground with a powerful thud. Bracing himself on your hips

“I’m going to c-cum, my love—”

“Hechame esa leche adentro— mmmmmm… ¡Que rico eres, mi blanquito lindo!” (Cum inside me— mmmmmm… You’re delicious, my pretty little white boy!”)

Viktor came with a silente scream coating the inside of your pussy. If it wasn’t for the wall supporting Viktor’s back he would be on the ground by now

“That was incredible.” He stated, eyes wide with wonder and face flushed

He certainly asked for perreo lessons later on

And Viktor surprisingly can shake his hips very well! Which comes in handy for more than just one thing…

Vi

When you told her you were Puerto Rican she definitely said: “A mi me gusta la chocha de Puerto Rico.” (I love Puerto Rican pussy.)

You introduced her to reggaeton and now there is no going back, her favorite artist is Daddy Yankee

She likes to dirty dance with you, having your ass pressed against her pelvis. Especially when she has Bacardi in her veins

Vi doesn’t care what you put in her plate as long as it’s fresh and delicious

She enjoyes rice based dishes the most, like arroz con calamares (rice with calamari) and arroz con salchicha (rice with cocktail weenies)

She once downed a full bottle of coquito (coconut eggnog) on her own

Vi’s favorite dessert is arroz con coco (a coconut rice pudding)

She definitely makes fun of you for not being able to say certain words right!

Don’t EVER make a Puerto Rican say “jewelry” or “burglary”. We are allergic to L’s and R’s and it will cause us to go into septic shock!

Likes being called gringa by you. Thinks it’s hot when you say it, especially when she annoys the crap out of you

Her favorite curse word is vete pal’ carajo (go fuck yourself). And when she gets into scuffles or fights she always tosses it around

And she’s like “yeah, my girlfriend taught me that. I’m a bilingual queen as well.” She low key embarrassed the fuck out of you when she says that

“Vi, I really don’t want to do this—” Vi was strapping a pair of boxing gloves to your hands. “What if I get hurt? What if I hurt you?”

“Don’t worry about me, cupcake! I can take a few punches just fine. I’ll go easy on you. And besides—” she slapped the side of your headbrace. “I’ve seen you practice with Powder before. Ehh, it’s kind of pathetic how you throw a fist to be honest.” She gave your nose a peck, turning around and taking her side of the ring

“Hey! I’m a great hit!” You sassed placing your gloved hands on your hips

It was ON. You definitely were out for blood

“Then prove it! The stage is yours!” She ran the little bell that was attached at the wall.

It been less than 6 minutes in and you were already panting

Vi was definitely going light on you. Not even taking the spots you intentionally let open for her. She only dodged your every attempt to get a hit in

Light on her feet as she tripped your leg, causing you to fall on the ropes of the ring.

You wanted to call it, but your pride was too strong. And you equally stupid

“When are you going to hit me for real?! I didn’t think the great Violet was just a pussyfoot!” Vi pushed your buttons the right way. She loved when you got bratty

“You can’t take this heat, cupcake. I’ll knock you out until next Monday and Vander will have my head on a stick if I do.” She was right, but God did you want to wipe that smug look of her face!

“Oh, yes I can!” Your fist had a mind of its own. Angry as she was so cocky

Before you could think you took the open spot on her face. Hitting her square in the jaw, knocking her back on the rubber ropes. Vi was in shock and whiplashed by the quickness of your punch

“¡Ay, puñeta! ¡¿Violet, estás bien?!” (Oh, fuck! Violet, are you okay?!) You desperately took your gloves and stupid helmet off. The Velcro fighting your desperate attempt to pull it off

A drop of blood escaped her lips, Vi’s thumb flicked at the side of her mouth. Eyes on the smear of red, then up to you. Smirking at the damaged you inflicted

Fuck did you just make her 100 times hornier than she already was

“That kind of hurt.” Translation: it hurt like hell!

By the fire in her eyes you knew that you were so screwed. Your belly grew warm, the hole between your legs clenching on nothing

“Vi, I’m s-so sorry! I told that this was a bad—”

In a swift play of time, she pinned you against the ground. Having her left arm around your neck in a headlock, her left hand on your shoulder. As her legs trapped yours under her thighs, having them spread out with your pelvis arching forward. Both of your arms crossed behind your back pinned by the weight of your body

You moaned at the discomfort. Muscles tired by the training, you tried your best to wiggle out. Only for Vi to hold you harder against herself

“What’s wrong, cupcake? Bit off more than you can chew?” You did answer her with words, but with that glint in your eyes that meant (Fuck me, you damned raspberry bitch)

She slithered your baggy pants past your knees. Your pantieless cunt up in the air. Vi loved how you were always easy to access. From fingering you in public to her eating you out in some random alley

“Naughty girl. Who knew decking me in the face could get your pussy so wet.” She dipped a finger in your folds. Scooping the wetness and pulling it out to watch it drip

She gave your cunt a slap and your clit fluttered at the assault. Pulsating for more

“You like that, uhh?”

“Y-yeah—”

Vi gave you a plethora of open palmed hits. Juices streaming down your ass. Yelping as your cunt was being abused. All swollen and red

Vi thrusted her fingers into your opening in a scissoring motion. Her bloody thumb circling your clit

“V-vi— ahhhhaaamm! No puedo ver másss.” (I cant see anymore) Gurgling on the spit of your throat. Ready to pass out any second

Your vision went white by the lack of oxygen and the way Vi’s fingers played with your cunt so deliciously. Hot tears burning your skin from the constant stimulation

You stuck your tongue out, spitting saliva out thanks to the lack of air in your lungs. Face ready to turn blue. But did it make your body feel good…

“Just a little more— alright?”

Vi curled the tips of her fingers on your g spot and digged them in far into your crevice. Shaking her wrist to send vibrations to your whole pussy

You bit her forearm, shocks of pleasure coursing out the inside of your walls. Your teeth broke the skin, tasting the blood of your lover

Squirting the liquid of your orgasm on the ring’s floor. Vi let your body go, your lungs reviving in painful gulps of air

Vi turned you on your side, massaging your ribs and sternum. Licking the spit around your temple. She kissed your lips, careful not to take more oxygen from your body

“Who is going to clean this up?” Voice hoarse. Your mouth tasted coppery

“Lick the floor clean, losers get janitor duty.” She slapped your ass, you groaned at the lack of humanity. Vi got up from the floor and headed to her water bottle. Instead of taking a drink she poured it on her chest and hair. Nipples highlighted through her white sports bra. She pushed her wet hair back arms flexing a she felt your gaze on her

“We don’t got all night, cupcake. Avanza (hurry up).”

What a tease

Caitlyn

This girl has never know flavor until you came around

You were the daughter of one of her mother’s tailors and stylist. Your mom always brought you along to see her clients because she wanted you to take over one day

When you first visited the Kiramman residence you were blown away by the beauty of the estate. Your mom told you that this client would take longer than the others because she ordered a whole custom made ball gown

“I have a daughter, Caitlyn, about your age as well! Maybe you ladies can be friends! God knows my girl needs a gal pal.” She said excitedly as she was getting fitted for her gown.

Mrs. Kiramman gave you the liberty to explore the gardens as your mother worked. And you sat down near the water fountain to have your snack

“Esta gente si que tiene chavos…” (These people sure do have money…)

As you were munching on your sandwiches you saw a head of indigo hair peeking out from the rose bushes. A young girl

“Caitlyn, right? Do you want one?” You ask stretching your arms with your lunch in your hands. She timidly walked towards you

“What are they?” The girl asked as she sat next to you

“Sandwiches de mezcla (spam and velvita sandwiches) and platanutres (thinly fried plantain chips) ! They are really good, I made them fresh this morning.”

Caitlyn looked at them, and gently picked up a sandwich. Slowly taking a bite as she looked at your happy face.

Her eyes sparkling at the soft bread and salty spread

“Mmmm— I’ve never had anything like this before!” She then picked up some plantain chips. Savoring the salty crunch of them.

You quickly become friends. Cait even convinced her mother that she liked wearing fancy clothes just so that she could she you more frequently

Mrs. Kiramman was ecstatic that her little girl was going to wear more dresses than only her school uniform

Cait even goes as far as to ask her mom to invite you to her birthday party. The only close friend she really had was Jayce. And there were only going to be adults from other houses and The Council

You also became friends with Jayce, you both taught Cait how to dance bachata and salsa

“Cait move your hips more! You are stiff as a board, mija (girl)!” You said guiding her feet to the music

“I don’t have hips to shake!” She said as her cheeks flushed

Cait knows only a few Spanish phrases thanks to Jayce. Girl can’t roll her r’s or say her l’s even to save her life

She is a sweets girl! Loves flan de queso (cream cheese flan) and flan de vanilla (vanilla flan)

When she finally confessed her love for you she did it in Spanish. She practiced with Jayce for almost a month to get the emotions right

“Me gustas mucho. Te adoro. ¿Quieres ser mi novia?” (I like you a lot. I adore you. Do you want to be my girlfriend?) She handed you a bouquet of lilacs. You were so excited that you knocked her on her ass! You hit your head on a table and both of you spend your commitment with ice on your limbs

You watched each other grow up, you becoming a seamstress like your mother. And Cait going against all Mrs. Kiramman’s wishes and graduating from the Enforcer Academy

You join Cait in the private shooting classes with Officer Grayson. Both excellent shoots, but you not so much. You’re better in close range with a handgun

She looks so sexy in her enforcer outfit!

Lost your virginities to other other! It was the day of her graduation of the academy. When everyone was clustered in the Kiramman estate celebrating her accomplishment

You sneaked away together to her bedroom. Stealing a tray of hors d’oeuvres and a bottle of wine. Wanting to get away from the elite of Piltover

You were on her bed, stuffing your mouth with cheese and crackers

“You’re going to get crumbs on my sheets.”

“Are you going to give me a ticket for it?” Caitlyn scoffed at you as you tentatively shoved another bite in your mouth

Caitlyn stood in front of the mirror. Fixing her medals and badges that hung on the fabric. You knew her too well, she was picking herself apart. Thinking that she only got in the academy because of her name only

“I think I would get used to calling you “Officer Kiramman” you said crawling to the edge of the bed, bottle of wine in your hand. Lying on your stomach with your palm under your chin. Looking at the pretty lady in blue

You patted the spot next to you, discarding the bottle to the floor. Crossing your legs on the mattress

She walked to the bed and sat next to you, leaving her top hat on her bedroom ottoman

“Caitlyn, you have to believe me when I say that you are so much more than your house” You held her temple in your palm, she held your wrist. Closing her eyes as she savored your compassion

“You are more talented than those silver spooned pricks out there! You may have the same money and influence, but they will never reach the level of talent you have. Because what is all this power for if you don’t have the heart to push change? You care, Cait! And I saw with my own eyes how you make others do as well. Like the time you told your mom to give a raise for her maids and workers! Remember that?”

She giggled, remembering that day she saw your mother counting her last few coins to afford a new pair a shoes for you. Cait yelled at Mrs. Kiramman for hours, until she finally gave into her mistake

Next time she saw you there was a brand new pair of shoes on your feet that had you running up to Cait to tell her all about

And that instance evolved into Cait wanting a better world for you. She wanted to change the concrete you walked on into fields of flowers

“Thank you, I really needed that…”

“It also helps that you have a nice pair of tits.” You joked as you pointed to her Enforcer jacket

“You minx!”

She slapped your shoulder and chuckled as you faked your hiss in pain. Rolling around the bed as you help your poor “broken” arm!

“Ohhh, I’ve been a victim of police brutality!”

“I’ll show you brutality, bebé (babe)!”

She climbed on top of you, tickling your sides

“¡Cait, para que no puedo respirar!” (Cait, stop I can’t breathe!) Cait stopped her attach, watching as your chest rose to catch the missing breaths. Your cheeks rosie in adrenaline

She wanted you there with her always. Your hair on her pillows and the smell of your skin lingering on the buttery covers

“Cait?” You asked as you calmed down. Looking at her in worry

“Fuck it” Cait thought, as her lips captured yours in an estranged kiss.

After years of ghostly touches, of lingering eyes, and Jayce calling your romance worse than nuns in love in a convent. She wanted to go the next level with you

You pulled her in, rolling yourself on top

“Are you sure?” You asked bracing her neck

“It would be my honor to have my first time with you.” And yours as well. You started to take layers of your bodies

You both laughed at your struggle to unclip her blouse. Her fingers guiding yours as she showed you the intricacy of the clasps

“I guess that “enforcement” also extends to your uniform.”

“That’s why I only let you make my garments—” Caitlyn kissed the corner of your eye. “They are much more second party friendly.” You pushed the shirt of her body, surprised at the nakedness of the chest

“No bra?” You cupped her breast, feeling the goose bumps of her skin. Her breath hitched at the coldness of your hands

“I didn’t just expect half ass handshakes and putrid marriage proposals as graduation presents.” Cait took charge, pinning you against the edge of the bed. Crawling downwards to your core

She raised your skirt, white sheer stockings held by a lacy garter around your waist. Her eyes widened at the lack of fabric covering your mound

“You weren’t the only one expecting more than just pat on the shoulder tonight.” You moaned as she spread apart your lips

Cait dove in between your legs. Hands in your hips as she guided her tongue along your folds. Nose resting on the shell of your clit

“I t-think, ahhh, you underestimate yourself too much, Cait.” She focused on your bud, rolling her lips on it. Then sucking ever so lightly to draw whimpers out of your vocal cords

“¡Ya no aguanto más! Yo creo que—” (I can’t bear it anymore! I think that—)

You came with a grunt, arching your back of the matters. Head filling with rushed blood as it hanged free of support from the mattress. As you were lost in your high, Cait placed her cunt on yours and rolled her hips. Feeling her clit make love to yours. Your previous orgasm used at oil to make her slip against your pleasures

“Ready for another round?” She whispered into your raised calf. Teeth ripping the material of your stockings. She will buy you new ones, better ones.

Caitlyn was born into wealth and privilege, but she is the most understanding girl you’ll ever met

When you pointed out the problem, she found a solution even if it meant going against her high society

You opened her eyes to the real world and she is so thankful for that

Mel

You were part of the council serving as an international ambassador like her

When Mel first saw what you brought to the council she wanted only to use you as a pawn

But she fell in love with your want for progress, one that actually breaks cycles and not just one that covers them with empty promises

She saw herself in you, a woman that wanted to break the bounds of her past convictions

Neither of you had houses in Piltover and shared different cultural backgrounds than the others

You secretly make fun of the culture shocks you experienced when first moving to Piltover

Both you and Mel HATE the cold that comes with Piltovan winters

She knew about your country and even speaks fluent Spanish thanks to her mother being a Noxian general.

Mel is a scholar, she read up on everything PR before ever making a move on you

Even if she already read up on everything she asks you questions just to hear you rant about your roots

“Is it true that Puerto Rico has the best coffee? I’ve been planning on investing in some companies, but I’m still on the fence…” Mel said in a quizzical tone. Tapping her pen to her chin

Your eyes sparkled. “We have the BEST coffee! Did you know that we have almost 3,000 coffee farms in all PR?! And we also have started to produce cacao as well. It’s incredible considering—” you ranted out

She zoned out, just appreciating the beauty of which you speak so lovingly about a simple thing as coffee beans

You teach her how to make homemade sofrito (a wet spice blend made with sweet peppers, cilantro, recao, and other herbs)

But your favorite memory is when you made dulce de leche together because Mel wanted to make a tiered cake for Alura’s birthday

“¿Quieres probar un poco?” (Want to try some?) You had already some on your index finger for yourself, but you were dipping the wooden spoon for Mel to taste

“Absolutely.” She took the spoon out of your hand and placed it back in the pot. Mel grabbed your wrist

She brought your finger to her mouth. Feeling the velvety muscle roll on your finger pad. Mel took your digit all the way to the knuckle. Slowly pulling her head back with a moan

“It could use some more vanilla.” Mel said dipping her finger back into the caramel. You were felt stunned, mouth gapping and your temple rose red

“What about the sugar?” You cringed as your voice broke. Screaming mentally about getting a grip. You literally have the prettiest woman in Piltover at your wake, and here you are speaking like a teen hitting puberty!

“Mmm, I can find another way to make it a little sweeter…”

“Strip for me, darling.” You did has she commanded. Shredding off the layers of clothing all to please her

You loved the way she looked at you, eyes of a lioness. They held a power over you, you ate from her hands

She took the pot by the handle and tilted it until syrup flowed out the metal. Pouring lukewarm dulce de leche on your skin. As if she was washing the body of a queen. It slowly dripping down your body. From your nipples to the crescents of your abdomen

Flicking her finger up the cusp of your breast to your nipple. Collecting the sugary treat only for her to give her finger to you. You repeating the same action she did moments before

She stared at the base of your neck, then at your chest. Occasionally, coming back to you and sticking out her tongue so you could eat it out of her mouth. You didn’t know who was sweeter. Mel or the candy you made together

Mel kittened licked your areolas clean, never breaking eye contact with you. As her hot tongue cleaned you off

Mel stripped shortly after. The gold birthmarks of her body reflecting in the light. She takes the spoon an and spreads the dulce de leche on her ass cheeks. Candy flowing down her thighs

“Eat up.”

You sat on the floor staring with the drizzle on her thighs, then raising to the globes of her ass. Licking the syrup of her smooth skin. Nibbling at the small golden freckles that decorated her dark skin

“Is it sweet enough now, darling?”

You ordered a cake from an expensive bakery in Piltover and called it a day. What Alura didn’t know won’t hurt her

She definitely stuffed your pussy with her paint brushes when she is working on a new project

Having your legs spread wide for her as he picks up a brush for your entrance, making sure she thrusts it in and out a few times to get a moan for you

Sucking the juices of the handle then dipping the bristles in red paint

And what about you eating her out in her office when she is working?! The possibilities are endless with Mel

For me she is the type to love anything you make her. There is so much diversity in Puerto Rican cuisine and her just picking one is impossible in her eyes.

But man does she appreciate a fresh mofongo relleno de camarones (smashed fried plantain topped with shrimp in a tomato sauce)

And you also teach her the basics of bomba (a tradicional African dance). Even gifting her a custom made traditional outfit to make your dance rehearsals all the more authentic

Mel takes you on lavish vacations to the island. Staying at the best hotels and you serve as a guide to her. Taking Mel to all your favorite local spots to eat pinchos (meat skewers) and drink Medallas (Puerto Rican beer)

You took her to your favorite archipelagos and little islands surrounding PR. And skinny dipped into the various bioluminescent bays at night. Mel had never had such a good time in her life

“Querida (love), I have a present for you.” Mel entered your shared living space. Medium canvas in hand

“Oh, Mel! You didn’t have to! Is there any special occasion that I forgot about?!” You got up from your stop on the couch, greeting her with a kiss

“No, love. I just wanted to do something special.” She turned the canvas around. You squealed at the art piece. She never disappoints!

“Mel! ¡Qué pintura más espectacular! (What an espectacular painting!) The water and sand look so life like! I can’t wait to hag this up in my office!”

“I painted it after we got back from holiday. It’s that big archipelago you took me at the end of your trip.” She circled your waist for behind, resting her chin on your shoulder

“Yes, Cayo Icacos! Oh my God, it even has the same dock and the coast line!” You said admiring the canvas

“There is also on more thing—” She walked over your wine cabinet, pouring two glasses of wine. “I bought Icacos for us. So we can spend your winter vacations there. Alone. Together.” She kissed your jaw, handing you the glass

“Oh like you rented it out for us?” You took a swig, moaning at the sweet undertones

“No, I got the government to officially sell it to me and put it under our names.” Mel said nonchalantly. You sip out your wine in shock

Yep, you definitely passed out shortly after

Ekko

You were one of the people that lost everything to Silco. Your community was slowly taken by Shimmer and gang wars

Ekko and the Firelights rescued you from Silco’s men. You didn’t want to join his web of crime and they proceeded to burn your shop with you inside

If it wasn’t for them being close by you would have lost more than just a few inches of healthy skin

Ekko teaches you how to fix things, how to clean and go at any loose cables their hover skateboards may have

You also picked up flying those boards pretty quickly, he made sure to make them as user friendly as possible

You were sitting on one of the many branches of the Tree, watching the children play and seeing the progress of the new faces in the mural. Fuck did it hurt seeing those paint brushes touch the trunk of the tree

The branch shook with the addition of a foreign weight

“Lost in thought, chica (girl).” You looked up at Ekko, still wearing his Firelight coat with his white owl mask hanging from his belt

“Tell me what’s your mind.” He sat next to you, bumping your shoulder playfully

“I fell like I’m not doing much— like I’m not doing anything. Like I-I’m a burden to this place.” You sighed, throat tight with anxiety. Eyes burning with hot tears

“And what do you want to do?” Ekko asked, holding your hand that was resting your lap. Shining brown eyes studying your features

God why was he so damn handsome when you are in the middle of a breakdown!

“I just d-don’t want to stand by— and — and watch my people be slaughtered…” You said between jagged lips

Ekko smirked at your answer, slowly pulling away from you and placing a box on your thighs

“What is it?” You wiped your tears away with the back of your hand

“Open.” Ekko leaned back on his palms, trying his best to keep his cool guy act even if he was nervous as hell inside

You opened the box, inside there was a Firelight mask. One shaped like the face of a bird like many others in group

Suddenly you remembered that faint pop of green in the sky from your childhood. Of a little green bird that would eat your grandmas tomatoes from her garden

Your eyes widened. What is this really what you think it is?

“Ekko— is this a cotorra puertorriqueña (PR’s national bird)?” You said in aw, lifting the mask and examining its details. Feeling the emotion Ekko put into carving it

“I’m sorry it took so long, but I wanted to make something that would represent you—” He took a small book from of his coat, falling apart by age. “And I landed on that. I found this book in one of the flee markets I went to.” He flipped the pages, letting you see the images and words on the pages. Everything from fauna to history was written on it

Ekko pointed at an image of the bird. “It just screamed you— beautiful and free. I-I mean also many other things like—”

You cut Ekko of with an embrace, holding the mask to your chest

“No sabes cuán agradecida estoy, Ekko. Gracias, gracias, gracias…” (You don’t know how grateful I am for this, Ekko. Thank you, thank you, thank you…) You sobbed on his shoulder, gripping him tightly as if something was going to take him away from you

“Por nada, chica (you’re welcome, girl).” Ekko whispered, arms circling your back

You cook for the Firelight community and when it’s your turn to serve your food the line triples with people more than other days

Ekko even made space for a little herb garden for you! And you have some plantain trees growing in

He likes helping you cook as well. His favorite thing to do is cut, mash, and fry tostones (plantain fritters)

Wouldn’t it be cool for Ekko to have some Caribbean background?! Like Jamaican, Trinidadian, or even Dominican

I can just see Ekko going ham on a pastelón de carne (a sweet plantain lasagna with ground beef and mozzarella cheese)

You give the kids and the adults Spanish lessons. And private ones to Ekko (wink wink)

I believe that the community has a beautiful shower pace! Filled with plants and vines that filter the water making it crystal clear. It’s almost like a never ending waterfall. And it’s especially breathtaking at night when the moon and fireflies light the place up

It was past midnight, and you just got back from other painstaking parole. Dirt coating your clothing and skin

You head straight to the showers. Discarding your clothes on the bench of the makeshift stall you were in.

The stream was cool to your skin, nursing those fresh bruises on your arms and thighs. Grateful for the fresh washcloths, liquid soap and towels that were replenished after every use

You turned around at the sound of an object falling. Ekko’s pupils wide at the sight of your bare breasts and ass. As his owl mask laid on the floor. Who long was he there looking? Did he like what he was looking at?

“S-shit I’m sorry! I thought that it was empty! I’m just gonna—”

“It’s okay— you can stay if you want, Ekko…” Did one of Silco’s goons hit you to hard on the head? Ekko hesitated at first, but when you gave him a nod

You saw him taking off his clothes. Body littered with old scars. He stepped into your space. Both you and him admiring your bodies, if it wasn’t for the cold water you would be in flames

Trying your best to not look at his cock. You started washing off the white paint, careful of not to get any in his eyes. And he did the same, washing your face and neck. A blush on your cheeks

“I believe that “Boy Savior” is an understatement—” Feeling his toned stomach under the soapy washcloth. “You are more of a man than a lot of people out there.”

“Can I kiss you?” He brushed his thumb along the curves your your lips

“Yes…”

Ekko leaned into your lips. He hungered you for a long time, scared that if he got to close you’ll disappear like all his past loved ones

He touched the purple bruise on your rib as he wanted to pull you in, you gasped in pain breaking the kiss. His touch recoiled, then slowly came back in feather like stokes

“You should have never gotten this hurt!” He was angry at himself, it should have been him getting hurt. Not you, never you!

“I shouldn’t have been so focused on destroying those Shimmer barrels…” He pressed his forehead on yours. Eyes crimson with hurt

“We signed up for this, I did too. And if making the Underground better means a few scrapes and headaches, then I’m more than happy to do so.” Thumb wiping away his stray tears

“What can I do to make this up to you?” He kissed the pulse of your wrist

“If you shut up and make love to me.”

He backed you against the rocky wall, water cascading in between your bodies. You wrapped your legs around his waist. Moans concealed by the rush of the water

Ekko’s hips meet yours as he dropped and lifted your body on his arms. Cock hitting you gummy walls and g-spot

“¡Clávame más fuerte! ¡Quiero que se te rompa el bicho de tan duro que me rócese!” (Fuck me harder! I want you to break your dick with how hard you give it to me!)

Nails scratching his back, adding to the multitude of wounds on his body. You both were going to hurt so bad in the morning

“You drive me crazy, chica (girl)!”

You came in his cock in the final thrust, body pulsating with the warmth of your orgasm and the ice of the water

He pulled out and came on your stomach, kissing your neck hard enough to leave traces of your escaped. Your legs jelly at the knees

You and Ekko spent the last hours of night in the streams. Basking in the freshness of your flesh. Having each other on every wall and surface possible

“You know what I’m feelin’ right now?”

“Like your cock is going to fall off?” You said into his chest as you laid back with him on the wooden bench looking at the moon. Ekko’s chest rumbled in a chuckle

“That, and a hot bowl of asopao de pollo (chiken and rice soup).”

Sevika

Sevika definitely has a thing for Latinas

You moved to Piltover a few years ago and started working at The Last Drop. There was an influx of Spanish speaking people and Vander was desperately looking for a bilingual server

He hired you on the spot not caring how many years of experience you had

She basically became your unofficial body guard. Scaring of creeps that got to friendly while you were working

You taught her how to play dominos and you still ended up losing! You had to make her sorullitos (fired cornmeal sticks) for a month

She helps you give out food to the kids and homeless people around the Undercity. It breaks her heart seeing you cry over the people that suffer thanks to Piltover

After she lost her arm you took care of her. Making her cope with a new life change and the challenges that came with it

And you best believe you chewed her ear off about the whole Vander and Silco situation. Refusing to work for Silco and running your own food business to get by

There aren’t many South East Asians in the Undercity or in Piltover, and you bonded because of the lack of a community.

I think you guys talk a lot about the men in your life, how they treated both of you with violence. How toxic males can be thanks to your cultures never giving them consequences for there actions

Talking about how unworthy Sevika felt for just being born a woman, and a queer woman at that. How she finally broke away from all the stereotypes and became a force to be reckoned with after the death of her father

You heal each others soul wounds by embracing the best of your heritage 

She knows all the Indian beauty secrets! She is the one that washes and oils your hair. Saying that “you don’t know how to take care your hair”

“Sevika, I feel like my scalp is about to start bleeding!” You wiggled away as the scalp massager dug into the sensitive parts of your head

“That means it’s working! Stop being a baby.” She poured more warm oil on your head and ignored your whining

She just wants to do something nice for you and loves your reaction as you see how long your hair as gotten since getting together

A lot of the spices that you both use for your cooking it basically nonexistent in the underground

And if they sell them, they go for an arm and a leg (hahaha amputation joke)

So Sevika makes sure that she puts special orders in the smuggling catalog for all the spices, herbs and produce that you both need to make delicious meals

You put her on to tropical fruits. From the massive avocados to the sweet and sour passion fruits

“So when I’m getting a taste of your papaya?” She is a massive flirt.

Sevika’s love language is making you a cup of chai every morning

She is mostly vegetarian, only occasionally eating meat. So her favorite food that you make is also a labor of love

So I just know she loves the pasteles you make. They literally take you a whole day to prepare. From cooking the pork or chicken, toasting the banana leaves on the stove, grading the plantains, making the red oil, and wrapping them up to look like a present

It was the holiday season and you sold almost 30 preorders of your 12 count pasteles. Making big bank, but losing your peace filling all these orders in time for Christmas Eve

She says that she will “help” but she stands leaning on the counter as you fold the banana leaves in place as she munches on plantain chips

Sevika thought you were the sexiest at home in your batas (old lady dresses or muumuus). She could clearly see the outline of your body thanks to the sheer fabric. Especially liking how your nipples got hard in the cold air and the fat mound of your hairy pussy when you didn’t wear panties with the nightgown

With a frustrated look on your face when the leaf doesn’t want to work with you

Cursing under your breath “Hijo de puta— yo te digo…” (“Son of a bitch— I’m telling you…”)

“You look so sexy when you’re frustrated, mamí…” Sevika cradled your hips from behind. Kissing the curve of your nec

“Was helping me all bullshit Sevika?”

“You forget that I only have one arm left?” She said patting her empty shoulder. Smirking at your eye roll

You weren’t amused at all at her joke. “Haha, very funny…”

“But I have other ways to help you at least…” Her hand slowly creeping under your dress strap

“Like what?” You questioned her, eyebrows raised

Sevika was in between your legs as you made the last batch of pasteles for the night

Nightgown discarded on the floor

Sucking on your clit each time you finished folding a pastel. Slowly pulling it away from her mouth and letting it go with a pop. Her two middle fingers thrusting in and out of your entrance

She watched from the kitchen floor as your breasts heaved at every lick of her tongue. Biting your outer lips when you didn’t fold the leaves fast enough

“¡Comeme la tota así mismoooo!” (Eat my pussy just like thatttt!) You made those pasteles as if you were on steroids

Her nose pressed against your mound breathing the smell of your cunt. The smell of a grown woman was intoxicating to her.

Sevika speed up her fingers and tongue, you wanted to come undone. But pushed through the last of them

Your hands braced the counter as your orgasm took over. Raising one of your legs of the ground so Sevika could drink your release fully. She groaned at the taste, vibrations sending heat through your overstimulated body

You sucked a breath, peering down your bottom half. Sevika resting her head on your inner thigh, sucking purple marks on your flesh. Jaw coated in your silk. Grey eyes drinking in your dazed face

“I believe I was more than enough help. Don’t you agree, muñeca (doll)?” She gave you clit a little kiss, pleasure running up your spine

“Eres terrible, ‘Vika—” (you’re terrible, ‘Vika—) you let out breathlessly. Ruining your fingers through her short hair

She took her fingers out of your pussy, and you leaned down to taste yourself on her. Indulging in the salty sweet flavor of your bodies. Lapping her fingers clean and then kissing Sevika. Her lips push against yours

“Mmm my compliments to the chef.” You had more than one good fuck that night on the floor with Sevika

Who knew that pasteles were such an aphrodisiac?

If they ask you why these were so delicious you just smile shyly and say: “I just put a little extra love (orgasm) into them.”

Vander

As a bartender he absolutely was inspired to make a cocktail menu for you. Makes you his official taste tester for any new drink he plans to put in the menu

You owned a small food stand in the Underground ever since he was working in the mines

And it was always packed with people in and out of work

You got together shortly after Vander stopped your shop from getting mugged by some punks

Vander is a coffee lover and always makes it a routine to get up early in the mornings just so that he can have a hot cup of Puerto Rican joe with fresh butter and bread on the side

Thankful that you always feed his kids when he doesn’t have time to cook for them, and free at charge with at that

But he always sneaks more than enough coin into your tip jar when he visits you after a rough day

“Does Vander ever feed you guys at all?” You asked serving another customer

“He does but he burns everything he cooks—” Vi said licking her fingers clean from the delicious poultry you made

“Can I have another piece of chicken, tití (auntie)?” Powder said holding her empty plate at you, big eyes looking at you with love. Mouth covered in red sauce

“Con esos ojitos (with those little eyes) who can say no to you Pow-Pow!”

Yes his kids call you auntie and I’ll take that to the grave!

Whenever you call him “Hound” he blushes! And you make fun of him a lot for it as well. Calling him a dog as you catch him looking at your ass as you bend over to get plates and watching your tits jiggle as you make your fresh pressed juices.

Coquito (coconut eggnog) is his all time favorite drink, second to guarapo (sugar cane juice). And when you gave him a shot to try it solidifies his want to open a bar so he can make delicious drinks like this

When it’s the holidays Vander lets you have parrandas (live Puerto Rican music parade) at the bar. You introduced him to el guiro (a type of musical instrument) and la pandereta (small hand drum). And he plays them really well!

“Maybe those big hands are not just useful for punching things, huh Vander?” You played along side him as you watched the kids for a dance circle. Chuckling at Powder’s lack of feet coordination as she stepped on Mylo’s toes

“I will have to show you sometime. You will certainly be surprised, love.” You blushed, quickly going over the other musicians to sing your part of the chorus. You felt his eyes on you the whole time, loving the attention he gave you

The kids went to sleep as midnight approached. The adults enjoying their late drinking. Vander was leaning against the bar as you danced with Sevika. Watching you teach her the basics of bachata so that she could impress the girl she was pinning for

“You’re not so bad at this, Sevika!” She twirled you around

“Na, I’m better at the cards than all of this.” Sevika said, still looking at your feet as you guided her steps

In the corner of your eye you saw this other girl go up to Vander. You didn’t hear what they were thanks to the loud music. But you saw him shaking his head “no”. The girl turned around annoyed, flicking her wrist at him as dismissing a dog. Wishing her eyes found a brain in the back for her skull as she rolled them. You thought she finally back off. But you were wrong…

She pressed her ass against the front of his pants, shaking her flat flabby ass. Vander choking in his drink in pure shock. Trying to push the girl away

Before Sevika could stop you, you were already across the other side of the bar. Fist clenched, Vander making brief eye contact with you. His eyes widened at your wrath. Uh oh…

“¡Èl dijo que no jodia puta! ¡Te voy a romper la cara!” (He said no you fucking whore! I’m going to break your face in!) Grabbing her hair by the root and dragging her off to the bar floor. Her screaming and sinking her nails on your forearms, drawing blood. You screamed at her attach

You hear people cheer and yell at you to: “teach her to not touch anyone’s man again”.

Throwing your body weight back and making her crash into the round tables. Before the girl could even process the pain you straddled her stomach and punched her face in. The alcohol in your system making you rabid

“Love, that’s enough!” Vander pulled your fingers off the girls body. You were thrashing against his hold. Sevika hoisted the other woman taking her out of the bar.

“Everyone, out!” Vander yelled. You watched bodies move with blurry eyes. You still thirsty for blood.

“¡Déjame! (Let go!) ! Ugh, Vander!” He threw you over his shoulder. You punching his muscular back for him to let you go. He took you into the supply closet behind the bar. Dropping your feet on the floor.

“Let me out Vander! She is not getting off that easy for touch you like that!”

You wobbled like a new born fawn, holding the shelves for support. Vander locked the door and turned on the dim light abode your heads.

“Sit your ass down! I’m not tellin’ you twice…” Vander warned, pointing at the large empty barrel. You stared him down on your tippy toes. Blue eyes piercing yours.

“You really want to go there, sweetheart?” He crossed his arms over his broad chest. Getting close enough to smell the whiskey and smoke on his breath. The smell of your man

You wanted those hands around your throat. You wanted him to fuck the brat out of you. Your fight for dominance was short lived

“Fine.” You caved in and sat down with an annoyed plop. Grumbling at him with your arms crossed

God, did you love the control he had over you. You loved a man that put you in your place, while still being caring and loyal

Vander turned his back to you while looking for the first aid kit. Admiring the thickness of his body. And those pants that made his ass and legs look so delectable

“If I wouldn’t have stopped you, you’ll be heading to Stillwater by the end of the night.” Vander stood in front of you, raising your head to meet his warm gaze

“I’m sorry—” You whispered as your eyes became teary

“Christ, love! You would have killed her!” He lifted your arms to see the damage. Cleaning your wounds with alcohol. You hissed at the burn. Vander slowly wrapping your forearms with white gauze

“I’ve never seen you act like that before—” Breaking the silence. “I didn’t think a lady such as yourself could be so violent, so jealous…”

Vander would never admit that he loved what you did to that girl. How sexy you were while beating the shit out of a stranger just for him. It made him feel loved in a fucked up way

He lifted your bandaged arms to his lips. Breathing the scent of your wounds

“Tell me, love. Are all Puerto Rican women like that?” He asked innocently, looking at your face with curiosity

“I’m not just a jealous woman, Vander… I’m going to tell you a little secret about us puertorriqueñas.” You said stroking his bearded cheek. “We are territorial. And we fight for what is ours, even if it means that I have to fucking sink my teeth into any whore that touches mi hombre (my man)” You said between your gritted teeth, pulling Vander towards you. Tongue sinking into his mouth tasting faint of whiskey

You pulled his belt, harshly tugging it open. Feeling his hard cock through the fabric. God, did you want to get that whore’s smell of him. Replace it with the scent of your cunt

“You are mine, Vander. And I am yours.”

His eyes dialed, pants ever so uncomfortable. Vander launched at you, lifting you by your legs and kissing your lips. Your back gently hitting against the liquor shelves

He quickly discarded your bottoms, you gave his length a few pumps then lined it up against your cunt. You could never get bored of the sight of his cock, or the hot stretch it gave you

“Choke me, Vander!” You yelled, pussy filled with him. His hand was placed in your neck in a moment. Fingers pressing your pulse points.

Vanders thrusting was meet with the sounds of clinking bottle and the rattling of the shelves. He was a beast, slapping your entrance at full force as moans were caught on your airway. Velvety walls sucking him in. Heavy balls knocking against the push of your cheeks.

“I’m gonna cum, lovie—” He let go of the hold on your throat. “Where do you want it?”

“In my mouth!” Vander dismounted you. Cock glossy from the slick of your pussy

You kneeled on the ground, fingers fucking your pussy. Taking that big veiny dick in one go, slurping your combined juices as his tip hit the back of your throat. Vander’s hand resting in your hair. Your other hand massaging his balls

Vander came with a grunt, back of his head hitting the wooden shelves. Gasping in surprise as it coated your mouth. He was going to need ice for that later, you thought, enjoying the creaminess of his cum

Sticking your tongue out to show him his release. Then moaning as you swallowed it

“You dirty girl.” Biting your lip as he cursed at your seduction

“My dirty dog.”

You licked his cock clean. Pulling his foreskin in between your lips. Kissing it all around and making out with his tip slit. You nibbled at his shaft, using a bit of teeth to draw gasps from Vander

You brought your mouth to his pubic bone. Biting his skin, hard enough to leave marks. And leaving hickeys on his stomach

Loving how your food left some extra pounds on him. Making his tummy all the more squishy and soft

“You’re eating me alive, love—” You giggled on his skin, slowly stroking his spent cock. “Mark your territory, mi loba (my she-wolf).”

“Con placer…” (With pleasure…) You gave his cock a final kiss. Long lasting, a little red bruise at the side of his shaft. Moaning at your work, eyes sparkling up at him

Vander helped you off your knees, and leaned you against his chest. You rested there for a while, calming down for your sex crazed high

“Do you want me to make you a passion fruit mock-tail, darlin’?” Vander rasped, hand soothing the pulse of your throat 

“Yesss please, and with extra—” Vander shushed you with a kiss

“And with extra ice and pineapple pieces. I know, amor (love), I know.” He pecked your forehead

[flawseer]

Jade Mountain Academy students

#Bonus - Faculty chapter

And here, as has been requested, we have the ones in charge of the operation. And so I am left pondering that, over the course of this project, I have drawn essentially all of the arc 1 and arc 2 protagonists... with the exception of Glory. That's pretty weird.

Anyway, here goes:

Sunny

Teaches subject(s) - Art, Cultural Exchange

Additional responsibilities- Founder, chief administrator, student admission, teacher-student relations, Silver winglet guardian

Tribe - Sandwing (partial Nightwing heritage)

Color - Sunrise gold

Relatives - Stonemover (father)

Physical characteristics - bright golden color; green eyes; no venom barb; small stature with slim to average build

Tsunami

Teaches subject(s) - Exercise

Additional responsibilities- "Head of School", security chief, Jade winglet guardian

Tribe - Seawing

Color - Cobalt blue

Relatives - Prince Turtle (brother), Princess Anemone (sister)

Physical characteristics - bent horns; royal wing markings; small burn scar on right side of neck, small cut in wing membrane; large build, long and burly

Clay

Teaches subject(s) - Anatomy

Additional responsibilities- Chief healer, student counselor, Copper winglet guardian

Tribe - Mudwing

Color - Bronze

Relatives - Umber (brother), Sora (sister), Marsh (brother)

Physical characteristics - curly horns; diminished mobility in right hindleg, walks with a limp; very large stature, muscular, heavy, broad

Starflight

Teaches subject(s) - Science, Literacy

Additional responsibilities- Chief librarian, chief accountant, Quartz winglet guardian

Tribe - Nightwing

Color - Midnight blue gray

Relatives - none on site

Physical characteristics - severe burn scarring across face, neck, and chest; blind in both eyes; average size and build

Fatespeaker

Teaches subject(s) - Science, Literacy (assisting)

Additional responsibilities- Assistant librarian, assistant student counselor, inventory

Tribe - Nightwing

Color - Dark violet black

Relatives - none on site

Physical characteristics - curved horns; small silver scales near eyes and along body; smallish stature, slim, slightly underweight

Webs

Teaches subject(s) - History

Additional responsibilities- Assistant healer, assistant accountant, Gold winglet guardian

Tribe - Seawing

Color - Teal green and blue

Relatives - none on site

Physical characteristics - blotty, luminous markings across body, luminous birthmark on left front talon; small puncture scar on tail; medium to large size, gaunt frame

Stonemover

Tribe - Nightwing

Relatives - Sunny (daughter)

Additional notes - Stonemover is neither a member of the Jade Mountain Academy faculty, nor a student, but remains on site as a consultant on various animus-related matters (and also because he is stuck to the floor).

[merakisphere]

Five years ago I thought it would be a neat idea to try and make my favourite trinket of all time (3D wire mandala). So I found myself some copper wire, beads, a set of pliers and began tinkering. 5 years later, I make these wonderful multi-purpose pieces for lovely people all over the world full-time, and I couldn't be happier.

The ingredients for making a 3D wire mandala:

122.5 inches of electroplated copper wire (gold, silver, black)

14 funky beads (8mm size)

7 pieces of banding wire (22 gauge)

A one step looper and bent-nose pliers

and a lot of patience.. XD The next step in my small shop journey is to transition from selling on Etsy to my own website. Don't get me wrong, Etsy has been amazing for me as someone who wanted to open their own handmade shop but didn't know where to start, however, it is now time for me to spread my wings and (hopefully) fly. fingers crossed

Use code TUMBLR at checkout for a special discount just for discovering my work on here! PLUS checkout using PayPal and receive a FREE Spring Bloom Orbi-Loop with your purchase. (yes, I ship worldwide too!) Finally, don't forget to follow me as I am preparing a full-fledge tutorial (for free) to teach others how to make this on their own! It'lI be such a fun at-home craft project that I hope others will enjoy as much as I do!

PS: Sorry if this isn't blaze worthy. Just had a few extra credits available from Tumblr.

PPS: Style in video is Purple Nova (silver wire/standard size)

[heraldeez]

i saw your requests were open temporarily, may i request a first kiss with jayce ? i think it'd be cute. i hope youve been well !

I have been well, thanks for asking! Life's crazy because I'm getting ready to move.

DEFINITELY CUTE. I want to smooch him. I wasn't sure if you meant his first kiss, the reader's first kiss, or their first kiss together, so I just knocked down two targets and hoped for the best 🙈. Hope you enjoy!

Jayce x Reader | 962 | SFW

Contains: bad group projects, falling asleep on someone, and some sweet sweet smoochin.

Jayce stiffens as your jaw comes to rest against his shoulder, hands freezing their progress. Chancing a glance down, he confirms that yeah, you’re out cold.

It's another late night at the Academy, spent doing curriculum work instead of work that could change the world someday. Jayce was fighting with a tricky relay of copper fittings. You'd finished your share of the project twenty minutes ago, both the clean copy of delicately illustrated schematics and all the vocal presentation bits that Jayce dreaded.

Nobody likes group projects. Jayce knows he isn't out of the ordinary there. He just can't help but feel that it grates on him more than the average student, faced with the fact that most of his peers didn't actually care about discovery. They just cared about making themselves look good. 

Not you, though. He'd only shared classes with you this semester, but you were always fair in your division of the work.

And you were one of the only people who seemed to be able to stand his… candidness, always laughing it off when he’d get frustrated with the pace, being slowed down by others.

‘It’ll get done either way, slow or not.’ You'd been smiling at him so sweetly when you'd said that, despite the fact that he knew he had been nothing but irritated and fussy. Your patience had left him stricken with… something.

Jayce decides to leave you be, asleep on his shoulder. This project wouldn't have been a problem if the rest of your group members had anything to offer except slapdash efforts and excuses, leaving the two of you with the brunt of the work.

Tonight, Jayce is the one slowing you down, grumbling his way through fixing the shoddy work your other partners had put forward and finishing the things they had neglected to do entirely. To get this project up to his usual standards…

It’s eating up far too much time. The least he can do is let you rest a bit.

---

Your pillow is talking.

“Finally. Alright, I’ve got it dialed in so the fluid can actually cycle through all of the cooling chambers even as a prototype – the professor should be impressed. This is almost professional quality, so our marks should be flawless.”

Your pillow also smells incredibly good, nice and warm, so you elect to ignore it and nuzzle deeper.

“Are you listening?” – it sounds incredibly put out – “Hey. Wake up, we can go home now.”

Blearily, you blink your eyes open and find yourself caught up in Jayce’s gaze, the low lamplight reflecting off the gold of his eyes and revealing him peering down at you, close and tired and – dare you say – almost fond looking.

This close you can see every last eyelash, and how his stubble is starting to come in from the late hour on the alluring curve of his jaw. Despite the bags under his eyes, they’re bright and satisfied, his face almost glowing, the way it always does when he’s worked hard and made something perfect.

In fact, you can almost feel that glow on your skin. When did he get so warm? His ears are starting to get red.

That little detail reminds you just how close your faces have become, but a sleepy contentedness has drizzled its way into your joints, and you can’t bring yourself to pull away.

He’s just so –

“You’re really lovely when you’re making progress, you know that? It opens you up,” you sigh, still half dreaming, watching the flush spill across his face.

Jayce is too busy looking at your mouth to respond, his own ever so slightly parted.

Were you not half asleep, you probably never would have chanced it. But the way he was looking at you almost lost, how close he was –

It felt natural, to wriggle in closer, tilt up your jaw invitingly.

You catch the way his brows shoot up just as your eyes slip shut, and your mouth slots perfectly against his, slow and –

And unmoving. A little shocked stiff. Jayce makes a funny little noise in the back of his throat, something aching and perhaps a touch confused.

You jolt back, suddenly a whole lot more awake. “Sorry. Wow, sorry, I should have asked first –”

“It’s fine,” Jayce cuts in, a little strangled, busying himself with wrapping the prototype in oilcloth and setting it inside its small crate as an excuse not to meet your eyes. “You were – It was nice, just – I’ve never done that before.”

The end of his sentence leaves him in a rush. If it’s possible, his ears seem even redder now.

“Never?” you echo, a bit disbelieving in the wake of how plush and soft his lips had been against yours.

His shoulders hunch up defensively, looking awfully small for such a large man. “I’m kind of a busy guy, alright?”

Jayce’s fingers snap the clasps shut on the lid of the box, but your brain wrapped itself around the way he’d said your kiss was ‘nice’, and you’re itching to try again, to give him something even nicer to latch on to.

“Too busy to give it another go?”

Jayce’s wide eyes cut over to yours finally, from where he’s tucking the prototype into his satchel.

His fingers loosen on the strap of his bag. “Well. Maybe not,” Jayce mumbles, leaning in close enough for you to close the gap again.

The shuddering exhale Jayce gives you when you bring your lips together this time is everything, your hand coming up to cup his jaw and guide him into the most comfortable angle. His movements are still a bit stilted compared to yours, but he’s mimicking your motions in an incredibly earnest fashion.

You have no doubt he’ll be a quick study.

[colitcomedia]

From historic riches to future discoveries: The Warroo Copper-Gold Project

In the realm of mineral exploration, few opportunities are as enticing as those presented by the Silverwood Copper-Gold Project. Located just 15 kilometers south of Warwick in Queensland, this project is a significant asset of QMines. Encompassing a vast 234 square kilometers of exploration area, the Silverwood Project boasts immense potential for Volcanic-Hosted Massive Sulphide (VHMS) and Mississippi Valley-type deposits, hosting substantial quantities of zinc, copper, gold, silver, and lead.

Situated within the Calliope Island Arc, the Silverwood Project has gained recognition for its remarkable gold deposits, including the famed Mount Morgan gold mine, which has yielded over 8 million ounces of gold and 400,000 tonnes of copper. Benefitting from a complex geological structure, the Silverwood region provides a fertile ground for further exploration and potential discoveries.

Among the key highlights of the Silverwood Base Metals Project is its previous exploration by the esteemed Geological Survey of Queensland (GSQ). As a result, the project boasts an initial exploration target of 0.8-1.0 million tonnes at impressive grades of 3.2-3.7% zinc, 0.3-0.5% copper, 15-25 grams per tonne silver, and 0.3-0.5% lead. Promisingly, drill results have revealed the presence of copper grades reaching as high as 3%.

Building on the significant base metal mineralization discovered at Grieves Quarry, QMines is directing its exploration initiatives towards identifying potential gold mineralization in calcareous or carbonate sedimentary rocks while continuing to target base metals at the Silverwood project.

Andrew Sparke, a renowned industry expert, has expressed his optimism regarding the Silverwood Copper-Gold Project. He believes that the region's geological complexity and the previous exploration efforts conducted by the Geological Survey of Queensland have laid a strong foundation for further exploration and potential discoveries. Sparke further emphasizes that the presence of high-grade copper and the project's proximity to significant gold deposits bode well for future prospects.

In addition to the Silverwood Project, Sparke also highlights the Warroo Copper-Gold Project, situated 50 kilometers west of Stanthorpe. Spanning an expansive 216 square kilometers, this project encompasses the historical Warroo copper-gold mine, which has yielded 13,982 ounces of gold, 21 tonnes of copper, and 901 ounces of silver from a depth of 40 meters between 1909 and 1992.

Denaro's 1992 assessment of the Warroo mine identified granitoid-related mesothermal vein deposits with exceptional gold grades, making them a primary target for mineral exploration. The Warroo Project is home to eight high-grade small-scale historic mines and deposits, underscoring its rich potential.

Of particular significance is the best drill hole result obtained from the Warroo Project, which revealed an impressive 8 meters at 13.46 grams per tonne gold. This remarkable finding further highlights the substantial exploration potential of the project.

QMines, in its pursuit of unlocking the full potential of the Warroo Project, plans to undertake a comprehensive data compilation exercise. This exercise aims to develop a digital summary map that will facilitate the evaluation of anomalous areas identified by past explorers, thereby aiding further exploration efforts. The company's proposed drilling of the primary sulphide zone in and around the Warroo mine presents numerous gold and copper targets for follow-up exploration.

With Andrew Sparke and QMines at the helm, the Silverwood Copper-Gold Project and the Warroo Copper-Gold Project are poised to make significant strides in uncovering substantial mineral reserves. The combination of extensive geological potential, past exploration efforts, and the dedication of industry experts herald a promising future for these projects, leaving investors and stakeholders eagerly awaiting the next groundbreaking discoveries.

[wachinyeya]

—

“the U.S. Supreme Court rejected the State of Alaska’s bid to fast-track the legal process, overrule the Environmental Protection Agency (EPA), and gain approval for the Pebble Mine — slated to extract enormous amounts of copper, gold, and molybdenum from the pristine and sensitive ecosystem known as Bristol Bay.

A diverse coalition led by Alaska Natives has consistently fought against the proposed mine for more than two decades. It eventually gained support from the EPA, which ultimately blocked the mine proposal in January 2023 over concerns it would threaten an aquatic ecosystem supporting the world’s most prolific sockeye salmon fishery.

This decision is significant, particularly considering the current High Court’s tendency to support states’ rights, limits on regulation — especially of the environmental variety — and corporate concerns. Alaska’s request, filed in June, was unusual in that it sought to skip lower appeals courts to challenge the EPA’s decision on the basis that it violated Alaska’s state sovereignty.

Under the law, alleged violations of state sovereignty are one of the few categories of cases that grant the Supreme Court original jurisdiction — meaning a state can bypass the usual state/federal court appeals process and file straight with the High Court. The justices could easily have decided to hear the case and decide in favor of the mining company, which has shown no qualms about engaging in some shady business practices over the years.

As the single most productive sockeye salmon fishery in the world, Bristol Bay contains biodiversity and abundant wild fish populations which present a stark contrast to many other fisheries in the Pacific Northwest (and worldwide). Most have experienced severe depletion over the last few decades. Sockeye salmon — like all Pacific Salmon — are a keystone species, vital to the health of an entire ecosystem. Of course, salmon also provide a sacred food source for Indigenous communities up and down the West Coast.”

-from the Lakota People’s Law Project

[allthecanadianpolitics]

A First Nation says it wasn't meaningfully consulted before the British Columbia government "effectively greenlit" what has been called the world's largest undeveloped gold mining project.

The Tsetsaut Skii km Lax Ha Nation has applied to the B.C. Supreme Court for a judicial review of the province's decision to issue a "substantial start determination" for Seabridge Gold's KSM Mine Project in northwestern B.C., part of the final stage of the environmental assessment process.

A statement from the nation said KSM will be the world's largest gold, copper and silver mine and use similar technology "as mines whose toxic waste facilities have [breached] and caused massive environmental devastation."

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Tagging: @newsfromstolenland

[theantarwitch]

Alchemy, the untouched friend of Witchcraft

If there is something interesting that is nearly not used on mostly of the witch community, is Alchemy, and is something from which we could take some few useful stuffs.

As always, disclaimer first, I’m not an expert on the subject and I barely if I read a couple of books about the topic (from another 10 untouched ones lol), so as always in life, take what I say with tweezers. This is meant to be a light superficial view to open a door of possibilities in a mix of Witchcraft and Alchemy, is not a thesis. Saying that, to the core of the question.

Alchemy use elements. A lot of them.

The three primes or Tria Prima (the basic 3 materials): Sulfur (Related to the Soul and the principle of combustibility, so it has volatility, can burn, explode, combust), Mercury (Related to the Spirit, the principle of fusibility so the material can be fused together and volatility so a substance vaporizes), and Salt (Relate to the Body, the principle of non-combustibility and non-volatility).

Our beloved Four basic Elements: Air, Earth, Fire, Water.

The Seven Metals associated with the seven classical planets: Lead, corresponding with Saturn. Tin, corresponding with Jupiter. Iron, corresponding with Mars. Gold, corresponding with the Sun. Copper, corresponding with Venus. Mercury, corresponding with Mercury. Silver, corresponding with the Moon.

The 13 Mundane Elements and Later Metals: Antimony, Arsenic, Bismuth, Cobalt, Magnesium, Manganese, Nickel, Oxygen, Phlogiston, Phosphorus, Platinum, Sulfur, Zinc (All of them with a lot of interesting properties and functions, in and out the alchemy world).

The 10 Alchemical Compounds: Acid, Sal ammoniac, Aqua fortis, Aqua regia, Aqua vitae, Amalgam, Cinnabar, Vinegar, Vitriol, Brimstone (All of them also with amazing properties).

And what interesting me the most (at least to my way to do witchcraft), The 12 Alchemical Processes:

Calcination (Aries): The thermal treatment of a solid to removing impurities or volatile substances.

Congelation (Taurus): Term used in medieval and early modern alchemy for the process known today as crystallization. Process by which a solid form into a structure known as a crystal, by precipitating from a solution or freezing.

Fixation (Gemini): Process by which a previously volatile substance is "transformed" into a form (often solid) that is not affected by fire.

Solution (Cancer): Homogeneous mixture composed of two or more substances. In such a mixture, a solute is a substance dissolved in another substance, known as a solvent.

Digestion (Leo): A process in which gentle heat is applied to a substance over a period of several weeks.

Distillation (Virgo): Separating the components or substances from a liquid mixture by using selective boiling and condensation.

Sublimation (Libra): The transition of a substance directly from the solid to the gas state, without passing through the liquid state.

Separation (Scorpio): Converts a mixture or solution of chemical substances into two or more distinct product mixtures. Process of distinguishing to two or more substance in order to obtain purity.

Ceration (Sagittarius): Chemical process, by continuously adding a liquid by imbibition to a hard, dry substance while it is heated. Typically, this treatment makes the substance softer.

Fermentation/ Putrefaction (Capricorn): A metabolic process that produces chemical changes in organic substrates through the action of enzymes/ Decomposition of organic matter by bacterial or fungal digestion.

Multiplication (Aquarius): Process to increase the potency of the elixir or projection powder, in order to increase the gains in the subsequent projection.

Projection (Pisces): Process to transmute a lesser substance into a higher form; often lead into gold.

Damn, alchemy even have symbols to Units: Month, Day, Hour, Dram (Unit of mass between 1 and 3 grams), Half Dram, Ounce (Unit of mass, weight or volume of 28 grams, Half Ounce, Scruple (1 grams), Pound (500 grams).

So just with this simple 2 pages of basic Wikipedia info, we have a ton of new things to use. Everything here has specific properties, some more physical and chemical oriented, but others (like the 3 Tria Prima and The 12 Alchemical Processes) have a lot of correspondences with the witch life itself.

The 12 Alchemical Processes could be absolutely used to represent an desired outcome.

Calcination uses thermal treatment, so it can boost the Fire element of a spell. It also “removing impurities or volatile substances”, so can be applied to generate a mild fever to get rid off the flu, or to boost the organs that clean the body (kidneys and liver mostly)

Congelation turns a solid by freezing, can boost the Water element, so all the “freezer spells” can be boosted with this.

Fixation? A volatile substance is transformed into a solid form? Sound pretty much to grounding, or to help to focus an ADHD head as mine, or to put down to earth someone who is VOLATILE AND VIOLENT. Also, Earth element.

Solution? Homogeneous mixture of two or more substances? It sounds like an aid to make two people on conflict to get into an agreement, or to boost a new business by mixing the opportunities with the action. Air element.

Digestion. A process in which gentle heat is applied to a substance over a period of several weeks? It sounds like something that can help any process that need digestion (bad news must be “digested”, hard choices must be “consulted with the pillow”), and the “gentle heat” sounds comforting. Someone is grieving? Maybe Digestion can help them to overcome the awful times.

Distillation. Separating the components or substances. Anything that need to be separated can be helped with this. Relationships that must end, breakups, cut the ties with older things or habits.

Sublimation. The transition of a substance. I heard trans rights? Can this maybe help with your hormones? Or even to transition from what you previously left behind with the distillation, to focus in a new better future.

Separation. Process of distinguishing to two or more substance in order to obtain purity. How to choose from two or more choices? How to pick the better one? The one with purity? Separation maid aid.

Ceration. A hard, dry is heated to make it softer. Make that person less frigid, make the boss less bitchy, make your chronic pain less hurtful, make your bills less heavy, all that you can think in make softer.

Fermentation/ Putrefaction. I personally love this one. Produces changes in organic substrates and decomposition of organic matter by bacterial or fungal digestion. Prime element to curses. All what you want to rid off in the most disgusting way. May their flesh get rotten under a car in a hot summer.

Multiplication. Process to increase the potency of the elixir in order to increase the gains in the subsequent projection. MONEY MONEY MAKE MORE MONEY, all what need to be increased and all what you want to multiply, go go go!

Projection. Transmute a lesser substance into a higher form “lead into gold”. Perfect to get better as a person, to learn to adapt, accept, to grow compassion, love, etc.

At this you can add the Units, the metals and mundane elements, the 4 elements, the tria prima, your crystals and herbs and sigils and all. And your spells will be filled with components and correspondences.

What’s better, a lot of the physical elements are not too hard to get (some yes, they are, but you are not here to make lead into gold with a full set of chemistry), but alchemy use a lot of symbology, so even if you don’t have the physical element, you can use their properties with the symbol, just as any other sigil.

Salt is easy. Tin in a food can. Antimony in mostly all the rocks. Arsenic in apple seeds (technically no but still). Cobalt and Manganese basically everywhere. Magnesium in your own body. Nickel in coins. Oxygen in the air., Phosphorus, Zinc and Sulfur in food. Acid in anything acid lol. Aqua vitae in alcohol (especially Whisky). Vinegar in vinegars.

Long story short, if you feel that maybe you are lacking something, check some books about alchemy would maybe help. Don’t pick super chemical specific pro books and don’t be discouraged by the terms, pick what can be useful to you, and I hope this open some doors and bring more curiosity about this amazing topic.

[bullet-prooflove]

Dirt: Daniel LaRusso x Reader

Tagging: @kmc1989 @kiwiwatermelonsuger @sadgenderfluidmaniac @junghwansy2k 

Summer School Series:

Part One: Summer School - Daniel's excited to meet Anthony's new art teacher.

Your evening class is just letting out when Daniel drops by your studio. Your students are an array of ages between thirty and sixty, all chattering amongst themselves as they file out of the workshop.

“Oh hey.” You say when you see him lingering in the doorway. “Take a look around while I clean myself up.”

You’re wearing an apron covered in iron filings, your hair tied back in a ponytail. There’s a dark smear streaked across your cheek and somehow it’s just the sexiest damn thing. It isn’t until now that he realises how attractive he finds a woman who works with her hands, one that isn’t afraid to get a little dirty.

When you disappear into the backroom to washup, he finds himself touring the studio reviewing the projects your students are undertaking. He’s amazed by the creativity in the work, the complexity and the simplicity. He sees owls, and rainbows, figures on skateboards made with cogs and wrenches, nuts and bolts.

He pauses when he comes to the workbench at the head of the studio. There’s a large piece spread out across it, something much bigger than anything else in here. It’s made of wrought iron with intricate silver, gold and copper leaves soldered to the branches.

“It’s the tree of life.” You tell him as you come to stand alongside him, using a cloth to dry your hands. “It’s one of my most popular designs.”

“It’s beautiful.” He tells you, his fingertips trailing over the indentations in the metal, each one hand crafted. A blush creeps up across your cheeks and Daniel finds it endearing. You aren’t used to being appreciated, he can tell.

“When I first started the studio my ex told me this whole thing was a silly little girl’s dream.” You tell him as you gesture to the airy space around you. “He said I’d go under within a year.”

“How long has it been?” Daniel asks as he leans back against the desk.

“Three years.” You tell him as you hang the cloth up on a peg to dry.

“You are making that man eat his words.” Daniel says with a fierce sense of pride because truly you’ve accomplished something remarkable. “All of this, it’s amazing.”

“Thank you.” You say softly, your face lighting up. It’s at that moment Daniel realises you still have that smear of dirt on your cheek. He reaches out to wipe it as your eyes flicker up to meet his and in that moment he’s lost. The edges of your mouth turn up into a smile and he leans in close. The scent of your perfume floods his senses, it’s something dark, something sensual. Indian rose, he thinks with apricots, there’s an undertone of amber. It awakens something in Daniel, something he’s not felt in a long time.  

The door bangs open and the two of you break apart as one of your students hurries inside, apologising profusely for forgetting her bag.

“So what do you think?” You ask him after retrieving the item and bidding her goodnight. “Is it a good fit for Anthony?”

“Yea.” Daniel says as he looks around the room, a smile crossing his handsome features. “Yea I think it is.”

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[stickkitty]

I got color names for the AvAvM characters

I used four websites which I will bullet in order for each one:

- color-name.com

- colornamer.robertcooper.me

- chir.ag/projects/name-that-color

- colors.artyclick.com

I will also sometimes be pretending their names become their literal personality/design because its fun for this post

EDIT: I forgot to say but the reason I am doing this is cuz I found out Alan Revealed official hex codes for a lot of the characters (idk when this was, I usually look at the AvA wiki and I suddenly saw it there and was like ooh this is useful) I did not do TDL or TDL cuz they are straight up just pure black and red (usually gives no other names for such pure colors although I technically never checked). The mercs did not get hex code reveals sadly (but they are multicolor so I wouldn’t do them anyway). I am not sure who else got hex reveals that I did not do other than hangman and Vic’s gray workers, but hangman is also pure black and I didn’t feel like doing anyone else. (Edited this again)

THE SECOND COMING

- Orange (wow basic)

- Safety Orange (honestly fits their personality)

- Blaze Orange (last two websites had this result. ArtyClick said it was a 100% match!)

- ArtyClick always says 4 similar color names. One was Mango Tango and surprisingly King didn’t have that from any website or the similar names list.

RED

- Boston University Red (That’s his future university now)

- Communist (Red’s a Communist?! :0)

- Guardsman Red

- Rosso Corsa

YELLOW

(Sigh no yellow text color on Tumblr I swear they used to have yellow)

- Tangerine Yellow (their new fave fruit)

- USC Gold (Yellow’s future University)

- The last two sites said Supernova which is a very cute name

GREEN

- Alien Armpit (BAHAHAHA THAT NAME- rip Green's ego)

- Blinking Terminal

- Limeade (that’s better)

- Alien Green (never mind he’s an Alien again) (Green is an Alien and he is kinda spacey)

BLUE

- Spiro Disco Ball (fits their personality since they are very good at dancing)

- Shovel Knight (Kinda fits cuz Blue likes gardening) (Shovel Knight and Guardsman Red should be in the same kingdom)

- Dodger Blue (her favorite sports team)

- Bright Sky Blue

PURPLE

- Heliotrope Magenta

- Magentle (A gentle Magenta?)

- Violet Eggplant

- Barney Purple (LOL Barney the dinosaur)

PURPLE’S MOM

I call her Sakura but she has other names so I just put Purples Mom

- “Shocking Pink (Crayola)” (Crayola? How shocking…)

- This and the next website both said Pink Flamingo

- Fuchsia Pink

PURPLE’S DAD

- Blue (wow basic #2)

- C64 Blue (...interesting name)

- Blue Ribbon (cuz he won so many fights I guess)

- ArtyClick Ocean Blue (The website name is in his name?)

- Similar name ArtyClick gave me is “Blue Orchid” which is cool since many people hc Pink to be called Orchid. Blue Orchid and Pink Orchid!

Bonus for Blue Ribbon and Blue Orchid:

Bonus for the first ribbon drawing except the ribbon says something else:

King Orange

- Metallic Orange

- “Apple II Chocolate”

- The last two sites said Bamboo (aren’t bamboos green?)

Gold

- Chinese Gold (so he’s Chinese?)

- Leopard (cute ^ ^)

- Buddha Gold (and he's Buddhist?)

- Yellow Ochre

Victim

- Dark Liver

- Fiftieth Shade of Gray

- Emperor (Guardsman Red and Shovel Knight serves xem)

- Vampire (Vampire Vic :0)

Corn Dog Guy

- Smoky Topaz

- Cranberry Zing

- The last two sites said Copper Rust

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A Civil Shitshow

For once in his long life, Eris finds himself looking forward to a family dinner. Plans for tonight have been in the works since Lucien's mating ceremony, which was also the last time he saw the majestic, broody Shadowsinger.

The high ranking members of Night, Day and Autumn gather to honor the newly mated and married Lucien and Elain Spell-Cleaver. Ever the opportunists, Eris and Azriel plan to take advantage of the occasion.

Thank you loads to @Brunetterebel010 (a03), @the-darkestminds and @astro-h0e-4azris

ERIS

He checked himself out in the mirror one last time. He looked fucking good. He detested Day’s weather—the sun was always too present, his sweaty skin chafing. The top of his silky hair was pulled into a top bun, two small braids pulled out front to frame his face. The rest was flowing freely over his back. He went with a hin, copper colored, linen tunic, with golden iridescent threads glinting throughout. The cut of the garment made his waist look impeccably trim. He had caramel trousers of the softest fabric made specially for the occasion. The fabric was breathable, and his ass looked scrumptious. He topped the look off with a small kingdoms’ worth of jewelry. Elegant, bedazzled brass knuckles borne of gold signet and various gem-filled rings. His pointed ears were dripping in complimentary, albeit mismatched, arrays of studs and hoops. And he wore a delicate thin gold chain around his neck, a small, unnecessary excuse to leave a fastening or two at the top of his top undone. He pulled on a pair of lightweight loafers and winnowed to the front door of Lucien’s estate in Rhoades. 

His mother had specifically requested Eris be on his best behavior as this was the first time the Vanserras, Spell-cleavers, Archerons and Illyrians were attempting to amicably share a meal. Elain and Lucienhad finally had their mating ceremony, and it had gone so smoothly (no one died), that Feyre proposed they have a dinner in the newly-mated couple’s honor. And so in place of the typical haughty demeanor Eris stressed in front of other Court’s members, Eris attempted to appear more relaxed. It was not all too difficult to pretend considering there really shouldn’t be any problems, they’re there to support the new pair and Eris was confident that the group of grown fae could conduct themselves accordingly.

If everything went as planned, and everyone survived, there was a chance Eris could flirt Azriel back into his bed. It had been months since they’d gotten the chance to see each other, let alone spend the night together. Eris was not above admitting he was a bit desperate for the Shadowsinger. He’d taken on lovers in between their opportunistic trysts, but no one compared—or no dick compared, Eris supposed. 

He approached the marble monstrosity that the Vanserra-Archeron couple called their home and raised his fist to knock, before he could make contact the door swung inward and Elain welcomed him inside with a warm smile. 

Elain looked lovely wearing a rose colored sleeveless dress that framed her curves and a golden circlet in her light brown wavy hair. Her round brown eyes were lined with kohl, but that was all the makeup she wore. His brother really did have a beautiful mate; her voice was warm and her eyes were inviting when she herded him inside and gathered him into a small hug. They’d grown to be good friends, Eris and Elain; they bonded over poetry and nature, and she and Lucien loved to come and play with the hounds.

“Come in, come in. Lucien’s right this way,” she said with a friendly smile. 

They walked arm in arm through the expansive white entrance and hallways, the grand chandeliers that seemed to be threatening the downfall of diamonds. Eris found their style to be a bit garish, at the very least the greenery and large windows overlooking their vast fields of flowers surrounding, gave the manor life. 

“How have you been, dear sister?”

“I’ve been very well. The gardens are flourishing, especially the petunias. And yourself, High Lord?”

Eris had given up on attempting to ask Elain to drop the titles. They were family; bus she insisted. 

“No complaints. Are you excited for tonight?” Are we here for you and Lucien or fortifying Court relations? It wasn’t not that Eris particularly minded a dinner among allies, but he’d prefer a family dinner. A real one. He was hoping tonight wouldn’t feel staged. 

Elain, with her soft but strong tone, assured him, “I’m looking forward to having everyone here, and it’s touching to be so celebrated by family.”

He responded with a simple approving hum. Now he was really hoping to enjoy a relaxing evening with friends and family. Although he found Helion and the Night Court to be a bit obnoxious, exposure therapy seemed to have increased his tolerance to their presence.  

They made a right turn toward a large lounge area decked with white leather couches scattered beneath the high stained glass ceiling, which cast a warm hue over the room. Tall gold vases containing large-leafed plants surrounded the perimeter and in his peripheral vision he could see the dining area, with extravagant place settings waiting for their diners. 

Already seated among the various couches and chairs were his brother, mother and the High Lord of Day. Thankfully, Helion was the only one wearing a toga. Lucien had worn  one to his mating ceremony and Eris nearly had an aneurysm. It wasn't that he disapproved of Lucien embracing his heritage, but those glorified bedsheets were just not Eris’s style. In the slightest. 

His brother was wearing a cream colored blouse and fitted peach trousers that matched Elain’s dress, and he was adorned by an amount of jewelry that rivaled Eris’s. Perhaps his brother could finally introduce some proper fashion taste to this damn court. 

His mother wore a long, flowing, emerald gown, the cowled neckline showed off her freckled skin and defined collarbones. She rose from beside Helion to meet Eris as he entered the spacious area and embraced him. Elain left his side to join Lucien on the loveseat he was occupying. 

Aurora always smelled of honey and apples, the scent was almost as comforting as her gentle voice as she welcomed him. Eris made his way towards a very comfortable looking armchair that was conveniently located near a bar cart. They better have not finished that bourbon I brought the last time I was here, he thought. 

Eris leaned down to kiss his brother on the cheek and received one of his own as he traveled towards the booze. Lucien smelled of Elain. That tracked, he was constantly holding or touching her. It was nauseatingly sweet how attached they were towards each other. 

“How are you, brother?” 

“I’ve been well, and yourself? How’s the mated and married life?” The chair was even more comfortable than it looked. And they did have the good shit. The outlook for the night was only getting better.

Lucien gave Elain a disgustingly adoring look, “It’s been truly amazing. Perfect. Thank you for coming, Eris. I know how busy you’ve been.”

Busy was a fucking understatement, he’d been swamped with reestablishing intercourt connections with Winter and aiding Tamlin with his recuperation efforts. He’d had a consistent migraine from dealing with fixing his Father’s excuse of an economic system that his best healers couldn’t rid him of. But this was Lucien.

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world, especially considering you’d never let me live it down.” Eris responded sincerely. 

He nodded towards Helion, “And how are you Helion?” So far, so civil.

“Doing great, the weather’s been wonderful and I spend most of my time reading or with your Mother. How’s Autumn doing? I know you experienced some trouble from those fools loyal to your Father.” The bourbon was just as smooth as he remembered. 

It had taken  some time for the elders to come around after such a bloody ascension. A High Lord, Lady and four heirs diminished to solely Eris in just a few days. He’d asked his mother to move to Day with Helion; they both knew it’s where she wanted to be. He missed her frequently, but she visited every few weeks, appearing happier and healthier every time. He disliked Helion for his inactivity regarding Aurora, as well as his publicly known debaucherous lifestyle, but Eris couldn’t deny the positive effects he had on her. All three of Beron’s other sons fought Eris to their needless deaths. He mourned them for a small period, but they were all clones of Beron and wouldn’t have places within Eris’s Autumn anyway. 

“The transitions went nicely, the older fae started to come around because of the new tradings.”

His mother added, “The court is already more cohesive since Beron died.” She flashed him a prideful smile that warmed his heart. 

Or perhaps it was the alcohol that was warming his already abnormally hot body, he didn’t remember it being this fast-acting. 

“That’s good to hear.” 

The conversation resumed, with Elain and Aurora discussing Day court dishes. All the males would occasionally throw in an opinion. So far, so good, if not a little stiff.

Two knocks at the door signified the arrival of Night. Eris was really hoping no one could hear how his heart sped up. It had been far too long since he’d been properly fucked. The last time he got laid was by two females, they had been gorgeous but they just didn’t have the same all-consuming effect on him that Az always did. Perhaps if these dinners became more common, so would their trysts.

Elain went to answer the door with a bright smile on her face. 

Azriel, donning those drool-worthy fighting leathers that were wholly out of place for the event, sat directly across from Eris on a low backed chaise and dipped his head in acknowledgment. 

“Shadowsinger.”

“High Lord.” Azriel seemed off, slightly more extroverted than normal. Not that he minded, he always preferred when Az initiated conversations in public rather than pulling him aside after whatever convenient occasion concluded.

Eris made sure he was less than subtle while checking out his muscled body head to toe. Especially those ridiculous biceps on display. His wings looked ethereal under the sunlight. Unfortunately, all his shadows were seeking solace from the sun—Eris always thought that they were fascinatingly stunning. 

“It’s been too long, Azriel. How are you?” Eris wanted to see precisely how outgoing the Shadowsinger was feeling, beyond the intense eye contact he was getting now. His eyes looked golden more than hazel.

“No complaints. Drinking already?” Azriel asked. 

“It’s five o’clock, judgy.” Azriel huffed in amusement, he was clearly in a good mood. Playful.

“No judgments, just hoping you’d share.” 

Eris got up from his comfortable chair and headed to the bar cart and poured some of his precious liquor into a glass for Azriel. He walked over to give it to him and sat down on his right. Az gave him a smile that was so cute, he nearly said so aloud. 

The other male raised his drink to Eris, “To tonight.”

Considering the look in Azriel’s eye, that referred to more than dinner. Eris was definitely going to be enjoying this impromptu event. Thank the Mother for Feyre.

“Mm, and what’s tonight, Azriel?” Eris knew what it did to the other male when he spoke in that low and slow tone. Shamelessly rolling his ‘r’s and leering at the pretty bat.

“I’ve got some ideas.” Eris was probably smiling like a giddy child because Azriel merely rolled his eyes in amusement and sipped his drink.

Before Eris had a chance to reply, and he really wanted to respond (it wasn’t often Azriel was so open), the Lord of Bloodshed and Lady Death walked by with knowing smirks. 

“Aw, not going to pour me a drink too Eris?” He asked with ridiculous puppy eyes. The male was built like a wall and still pouted. It was quite amusing.

“No, I get special treatment Cass.” Azriel said with a teasing grin. 

“Oh come on! That’s not fair,” Cass pouted at the High Lord, like an overgrown hound. 

“Apologies Cassian, he’s just prettier.” 

The general clutched his chest dramatically. “Oh, how you wound me,” he said as they walked off to presumably find drinks. There was only one male here who Eris planned on serving tonight.

“Hmm, so you think I’m pretty, Eris.” Azriel said from below batted lashes; he was a dork tonight.

“Oh, I think you're the prettiest princess, Spymaster.”

Azriel developed a beautiful rosy blush atop his sculpted cheekbones, “It’s a shame you had to come wearing the whole brutish uniform, this certainly isn’t the place.”

“If you’ve got such a problem with my outfit, High Lord, perhaps you need to make me take it off.” It seemed blushing can be contagious. Like yawning. 

Since everyone had now arrived and said their greetings, Lucien invited everyone to sit at the long table and asked Eris to sit on his right, his mother was across from Eris, Helion at her side. Elain sat on the side opposing Lucien, flanked by her sisters sitting next to their mates. Azriel sat right next to Eris and across Amren. Morrigan was off on business in Vallahan. They’d definitely warmed up to each other but any friendships formed would be strained, so they settled for civility whenever they encountered each other.

Out of the nine other people present, only Lucien and probably Elain knew that Azriel and Eris tended to get intimate during any event. He’d like to say that Lucien figured it out with his brilliant deduction skills inherited by yours truly, but in actuality, he walked in on them fucking after Elain’s birthday party. 

He’d never seen his brother so shocked. Eris had actually laughed while bent over the desk in Azriel’s room at Rhysand’s river house. Even Az chuckled, and he had kept going the entire fifteen seconds Lucien was frozen in shock. A very unbecoming moan came out of Eris and Lucien slammed the door shut and couldn’t face his older brother without looking uncomfortable for weeks. It was fucking hilarious. 

They all started eating and making small talk. It was a comfortable, chatty atmosphere. Nesta would tell a funny story from Elain’s childhood, and Eris would throw in a mortifying tale of Lucien’s.

“Oh, Eris?”

“Yes Elain?”

“You mentioned at the mating ceremony that you’d tell me what Lucien named some of your smokehounds.”

Oh fuck yes, he’d been waiting for this.

Lucien looked terrified, Eris WAS giddy.

“Of course, well I have a dozen hounds, Lucien named four of the-”

“Eris, y’know I’m really not sure this is necessar-”

“No, I’d really like to know,” Elain piped up. His mother looked extremely uncivil at the moment. 

This night could not be going any better, Azriel was on his right, his shadows had started curling around his ankle, slowly working their way upwards. Kind of distracting.

“Well, little Lu decided my fifth hound’s name would be Broccoli.” Eris was definitely being an asshole but he’d do whatever it took to hear that chuckle he heard from Azriel again. He was now immensely grateful that Lucien was a very adorable kid.

Larger Lu groaned, “Eriss,” and kicked his shin (worth it). He hadn’t heard his mom giggle in a terribly long time. The rest of the table was listening and laughing along, but Eris was focused on the people around him. 

“My seventh pup was named Turtle-”

“Turtle?” Elain looked at Lucien like he was insane. This was amazing. Amren cackled.

“In my defense, it was either Turtle the Hound or a tortoise I found while Eris and I were in the forest and Beron would never have allowed that. So yes, his name is Turtle and he’s a very good boy. And furthermore, any terrible name beyond Broccoli and Turtle is entirely his fault for letting me name them,” Lucien testified to Elain. 

She just smiled sweetly at him, then turned to Eris and asked him what the last three he named were called. His mother’s amusement was clear, as was Lucien’s frustration which was extremely satisfying.

Eris lifted his glass, “Bourbon, Mango and Theodore.” He took a sip. 

Even Lucien was laughing at that point, the wait paid off, he refused to tell Elain without her mate present. 

He looked over to Azriel just in time to the tail end of what was now his favorite sound. His laugh was deep and smooth and Eris shivered. The shadows grew bolder.

Feyre happened to be the first one to stop laughing at the scarlet Lucien who was trying to break Eris’s shin and disappear in Elain’s neck. The High Lady looked at his brother incredulously.

“Who’s Theodore?” Rhysand chuckled from the seat beside him.

Once Lucien reappeared from the depths of his mate’s hair, still blushing but far more composed, he glared at Eris. Eris laughed, then turned to Feyre, and said, “I didn’t personally know any Theodores actually, I just liked the name and at that point I had heard my fair share of teasing so I wanted to choose a good name.”

“Wait, do you think that’s a good name for a dog?” Cassian asked.

Eris never considered that. He’s appalled, “Holy shit you do-” 

“I mean it’s better than Mango and Broccoli-”

“Brother, that is not a high bar.” 

Everyone laughed a bit more. Then they all drank some more. Eris was right about tonight going well, he loved being right. Lucien seemed enthralled enough with his mate that Eris figured he could risk trying to feel up Azriel a bit, the dinner was nearly over— under the table groping could be romantic, right?

He felt the need to test the waters first so he ran the tip of his boot on the underside of Azriel’s calf. He only needed to do it a few times before a scarred hand gently laid above his knee, rubbing his thumb back and forth on the outside of his leg. Eris lowered his foot and spread his thighs just enough to touch the side of Azriel’s. The other male simply trailed his hand up further and settled on grabbing the inside of the High Lord’s leg. 

As the conversation carried on, varying from Varian’s wellbeing to Helion’s pegasi, all Eris could focus on was the weight of Azriel’s hand, and it was driving him crazy in the best way possible. He needed Azriel’s perfect cock A-S-A-fucking-P. 

Thankfully all the main course magically cleared and in came trays of fruits, little cakes and cookies. Eris poured himself and Azriel another glass. He felt Azriel’s thumb petting the inside of his thigh. He was not going to survive dessert. 

Lucien nudged Eris’s foot and upon gaining his attention, the smug fucker sent him a grin that would pair nicely with a broken jaw. It appeared their romanticism had not gone unnoticed. He must’ve given brother dearest a look because their mother let out a soft huff. He met his Mother’s amused eyes with a raised brow.

“Oh sorry dear, I just imagined a Spymaster to be more discreet when feeling up a High Lord at a dinner table.” 

Eris felt all the molten heat instilled within him surface at his mother’s blatant audacity and color his freckled cheeks. Just as he was about to be granted a reprieve from the building need, he heard that deep chuckle to his left and he was reminded of his urgency. Of the last time Azriel gave him what he wanted. What he needed. He felt the flush reach his neck.

“Well, my mission is no secret tonight, my Lady.”

Oh. 

Oh.

Was he being fucked with? Or did he really get sloshed enough to imagine his lover joking about their mutually minded rendezvous scheduled for later in the night, to his Mother? 

Because this could not be happening. He could not possibly look as beat red as he felt. If he did, well, that would be pitiful. And Eris Vanserra was not some pathetic lovesick fool, quick to scarlet over some blatant flirts. 

Helion chuckled in that uniquely rich tone of his, and looked to Aurora with the same eyes as his own, “I told you my dearest.” She radiated a soft laugh and took a long sip of her Rosé and returned the same sweet gaze as her mate’s. 

He caught the glint of gold on the mark Rhysand tosses to Feyre, with a smirk on his arrogant face that would pair with a split lip like Chardonnay to salmon.

Eris decided to redirect his focus to the selection of small confectioneries spread before them, attempting to do anything but lose himself in the dizzying feeling of Azriel having practically announced they’re going to be spending the night together. 

But, combined with the finger practically petting his thigh, Eris would be utterly lying to himself if he were to say he was anything but stranded within his infatuations with Azriel. He needed this male now. He needed all of him. 

Eris saw Cass give Az thumbs up out of the corner of his eye, he heard more than witnessed Nesta swat her mate for his lack of subtlety. The thwack of her hand silver bangles against Cassian’s leather clad chest and the sound of a large bear being winded. 

Lucien’s voice was smiling as he concluded their meal. “Well, as flattering and entertaining as this dinner party has been, I feel we should extend our joy to another evening,” Oh thank the Mother above- Eris had been three seconds from climbing into Azriel’s lap. He needed more. 

“Absolutely, this was lovely. We look forward to the next gathering.” Feyre looked proud her endeavor proved to be more than a pipe dream. Rhysand looked proud to be Feyre’s mate. As irritating as those two can be- they seem to be a handsome couple. 

“Perhaps everyone would be available for Nyx’s birthday?” Rhys freely addressed the rising table.

“I don’t see why not. Send out the invitations.” Aurora said to Feyre with her beaming smile. Well,  another opportunity on the horizon. 

Azriel finished his beverage before shifting his weight to his feet, standing up and extending a hand to Eris who accepted with a raised eyebrow and small smile. 

As soon as their hands made contact, cool shadows enveloped the pair and Azriel transported them back to the suite at the Moonstone Palace, where they had seen each other the most. Where Az would help Eris heal from Beron. Where Eris would help ease the tarnishing aura of the Court of Nightmares. 

He felt the cool marble to his back, he felt like he was overheating. Every part of him was burning with want. No, this was not just desire. He needed Azriel, any part of him. Every part of him. His beloved had the eyes of forests, of his home. On lonely nights, in his own forests, his rightful surroundings that have many times been his solace during chaotic times, he’d find himself homesick over the greenery within this male’s eyes. 

Azriel smelled of the outdoors too. Especially when the presence of his arousal is practically edible, he imagined the scent of dewy musky mist and cedar will taste of salvation. 

Before Eris could register more than that frigid contrast of the wall behind him, Azriel was crowding him, large wings expanded, blocking out much of their surroundings even the pigments of the Night sky pouring in through the windows he already knew took up the majority of the wall across them. 

Soft lips and a demanding tongue took control of his mouth, from the way Azriel was consuming him, he would assume the male hadn’t eaten for centuries. He was a male starved.

But he was not the only one.

And so when a strong hand claimed his hips tightly enough to remind him the joys of life for days, he reached up with one of his own hands to the back of Azriel’s nape and buried his fingers within silky ebony to tilt his neck down, miraculously further deepening their kiss. He’d craved this. He prayed for this. He was hungry for this, for him. 

He grinded his hips filthily forwards and reciprocated the delicious groan he earned when Azriel mimicked the action. Eris pulled slightly back, cementing his head to the marble, and gave himself enough room to say, 

“I need to taste you, need you. Now, in my mouth.” He shimmy down, effectively pressing his stomach into Azriel’s apparent and insistent cock. Azriel moaned shamelessly at the friction, and it was the sexiest sound he’d heard in far too long.

“Mn, fuck baby, go ahead.” Azriel’s voice was low and gravelly. He loosened the hands that had been encasing Eris, allowing him to sink to his knees, where he'd been wanting to be since Feyre sent the damn invitation. Or maybe even since the last time he had kneeled before this glorious warrior. The feeling would never age, looking skyward and witnessing one of Prythian’s most powerful males turn into a moaning mess whenever Eris pulled off a particularly impressive maneuver. 

Eris always loved the sensation of sucking dick, the velvety slick skin pounding its weight onto his tongue and as far down Eris’s throat as possible. On occasion, impossibly far. Tonight seemed to be a night for pushing limits. 

As Eris settled on his knees in between the wall and the looming mass that was his desire, he couldn’t help but feel his lips twitch into a grin, he was shamelessly eager. Thick fingers laced themselves in his hair, he let his own begin working on the laces, nimbly working through the fastenings. He let his right hand trace up the visible skin, trailing up his carved hands, resting in the midst of what felt like a ten pack of abs, fingers itching to tease Azriel’s nipples. The right grabbed hold of the base of Azriel’s heavy cock and as he parted his smiling, kiss-bitten lips to wrap around the object of desires, he couldn’t help but wish he did this far more frequently.

The first taste felt like a goblet of cold spring water after a lengthy therapeutic training session, refreshing and so very necessary. Azriel rewarded him with a rumbling groan and jerked his hips into Eris’s mouth, roughly feeding a third of his long dick into the unnatural heat that accepted it  sinfully. 

“Oh Cauldr- Eris..” Azriel husked, he sounded just as desperate as Eris felt. 

“Eyes up, Autumn. Want- need to see.” How could Eris deny the male who was fucking into his’ mouth just as harshly as he was bobbing his head against Az’s hips to the best of his ability, which was heavily impeded by the solid wall to his behind.  

Fuck. His own pants were straining. Azriel’s voice always affected Eris, but the low, gravelly bravado tone of his words made it feel glorious when he removed the hand he used to take Az’s cock into his mouth to palm at his own dick for some relief. 

He set his eyes to Azriel’s face and groaned around the cock thrusting in and out of his salivating mouth, he could feel spit spill down his chin and his jaw ached; but the view of his blissed out partner under the moonlight falling apart from Eris’s mouth and the music he could never forget orchestrating as he took the cock as deep into his throat as he could. 

He was no quitter, and Azriel was no saint. Tears were streaming down his cheeks, the messy slurping sounds of Eris’s wet mouth were nothing short of whorish. For Azriel, Eris could be a whore. He would be. He was. 

He realized with a deep thrumming moan that he was Azriel’s whore. He’d never felt so needy for dick, but Azriel was different, he always had been. He could feel the muscles under abs tightening, he could hear the quickening of groans and he knew he was going to get what he was really after when Azriel began reverently moaning his name. No one could say Eris’s name like Azriel.

Eris swallowed around the cock in his mouth, he pulled back as far as he could to tongue at the tip, stealing a scrumptious direct preview and attempting to coax Azriel to finish as quickly as he could. He was getting desperate. He dipped a hand beneath the waistband of his trousers and rolled his hips forward, grinding into his cupped hand. 

“Fuck Eris, you feel so fucking good. Always suck my cock so well, baby.”

He came in his dishevelled pants with a moan that was the epitome of slutty. He hadn’t felt this light in ages. 

Eris lifted his decorated hand from his own mess and rolled Azriel’s balls in his sticky hand, not very gently, and it was either that or perhaps it was the sharp sting of one of Eris’s nails across his nipple that led to Azriel groaning, moaning, coming and filling his mouth, deliciously so. Az always tasted slightly tangy and he always gave Eris a mouthful of cum, he felt spoiled. 

Azriel was panting heavily, leaning his forehead against the wall. He looked wrecked. Eris felt a bit smug, despite knowing he looked just as destroyed. Az moved a hand from copper locks to wrap around a long pale freckled throat, squeezing and hauling Eris up. Eris went eagerly into the deep kiss that felt just as sloppy as the blowjob. 

Azriel’s hands moved down to knead his ass, pressing their still half hard dicks together, creating the feeling he knows he’ll be craving for months. His own hands began working on undoing Azriel’s leather vest, confined by far too many buckles, revealing glistening bronze skin decorated by dark and wavy inked tracks that Eris was intimately aware flowed all over his perfectly toned physique. It felt like unwrapping a present. He felt like returning the favor. 

Although his every instinct was disagreeing, Eris pulled back slightly to murmur against eager lips,

“Missed the way you taste, Az”

Azriel groaned and reclaimed his lips with bruising force, “Fuck you can’t keep saying shit when you’re not open for me, Eris. You don’t know what you do to me, sweetheart.”

“Maybe not, but I know many things I want to be doing to you, my Star.”

“Eris” Azriel truly is just the prettiest male when he whines. 

“What is it you want Azriel,” Eris purred and then kissed him sweetly, he finally freed all of the stunning tan expanse that was Azriel’s upper half. 

He was gorgeous. His pants were already gone, he must have kicked them off while Eris was preoccupied. The Shadowsinger was completely bare before him and Eris couldn’t help but want to fall back to his knees. 

“Fuck you”

“Hm. Eloquent.”

“Oh c’mon- I need to fuck you Eris.”

“Well what are you waiting for, do you need directions on how to fuck me Azriel. Have you forgotten?”

“Never, I could never forget taking you baby. Nothing like it.” Azriel ripped open his shirt, yanked down his pants and gathered up the naked High Lord with a hand under each opalescent thigh. 

Azriel walked them over to the bed in long, sure strides. Both of them were focusing on keeping their lips attached, the kiss only broken when movement required so, those breaks in between kisses were beautiful glimpses at a hungry Azriel. 

Just as Eris began to move to kiss Azriel’s stubbled jaw, he was thrown abruptly. The cushy landing did little to soothe his annoyance. He was fucking naked and he was thrown across the room like he weighed no more than a pillow. 

And he did not squeal. He did NOT SQUEAL. 

Eris was sure his face matched his hair at the moment, “Az- Azriel, I am not some sack of potatoes, what the flying fuck was that.” Fuck he sounded whiny. But why must the bat display no manners? 

“Oh I know you’re no sack of potatoes, sweetheart. No, Eris, you are the most gorgeous male I’ve ever seen. Fuck Autumn, look at you.” Azriel was leering at him in a reverent, predatory manner. Azriel’s gaze was always intoxicating but this was getting overwhelming,  Eris was sure he resembled a tomato. A very needy tomato.

Fuck he needed. Azriel was only a few steps away from the foot of the bed but Eris felt that was much too far. 

“Come get a closer look,” he scooted up the bed and spread his legs, he reached up and released the hair tie that had already loosened significantly from Azriel’s previously insistent fingers; He ran fingers through his hair, flexing his triceps, he pulled his knees close to his chest and spread his legs invitingly, sinfully. 

He could hear the wind ripping against enormous wings as Azriel practically shot across the room, two perfectly marred hands painfully grasped his milky thighs, spreading him even further, he leaned down and and erupted Eris’s spine as he pressed the flat of his tongue to Eris’s exposed hole and began feasting. 

Eris’s back arched when Azriel sunk the first finger inside, he moved his face to paint hickeys and love bites over Eris’ hips and thighs, he neglected the weeping cock that rested just underneath Eris’s navel.  

“Mm, Az I need more,” he was writhing against Azriel’s finger, he felt so undone from just one finger, but Azriel knew his body like no other. He knew just where to twist and turn to have Eris meeting and white-knuckling the sheets. He can not come before Azriel’s inside him. 

“Whatever you desire, you’ll have Eris.”

“Oh Mother above, I just want you to split me open on your fat fucking cock until I can’t thi-”

Azriel moved up to three fingers, Eris wailed in pleasure, the stretch was painful but he felt so full. He was given no time to adjust, Azriel’s saliva coated fingers were thrusting in and out at a mind-numbing pace. Eris was rolling his hips towards those miraculous fingers. 

“Is that good, baby? Fucking you good?”

“Fucking perfect Az, so good for me” 

“You look so pretty like this sweetheart.”

“Azriel, please”

“Please what, use your words.” Azriel was smirking wickedly at the thrashing male, he was very clearly hard again but just taking his sweet fucking time with his fingers. Don’t get him wrong, Eris lov- really likes Az’s fingers, more so than most dicks, but he was open, ready, waiting and so very fucking hard he could feel the pre-come tacky on his lower stomach. 

“Az, do I need to find someone who can give me more than fingers? I want your cock already.”

The strong hands on his thighs moved to his waist and Eris was grabbed, flipped and manhandled to straddle Azriel’s lap. 

And he did not squeal. 

His hands quickly found muscles shoulders to dig his fingernails into as his hips were lowered onto Azriel’s granite cock-

“Don’t need more lube, right baby? Want me so bad?” He was definitely prepared but taking Az was no joke.

At his hesitation, Azriel spit down onto his own cock, gripped its base and lined the head up with Eris’s malleable hole. 

Eris attempted to brace himself for what he knew would be a painful stretch, but there was no amount of mental awareness that could have lessened the shockwave to his nervous system when he tilted his hips down as Azriel filthily grinded upwards and only stopped inching Eris down when he bottomed out. Eris was shaking, his head was swimming, there were no thoughts, only Azriel’s dick and what used to be a properly ordered set of organs. 

Azriel’s wrapped his strong arms around Eris’s waist, holding him still as he planted his feet on the bed and lifted Eris’s halfway up his cock just to slam him down again- hard and fast. Eris didn’t have to do anything but hold on for the ride. Even if he wanted to do something, he was too busy holding onto Azriel’s shoulders for dear life as he was reduced to jelly. 

“Azriel! Fuck yes, right there, just like that, harder, so good, Az- so good- fuck-”

He felt the base of his dick strain and when he looked down he saw one of the familiar black wisps grip him tight enough to remove him from the precipice he hadn’t realized he had been delivered so closely too. 

He let out an undignified whine, “Azz! I don’t want games- please- want to come-”

“Oh, you wanna come, Eris?’

“Yes! Yes, please, please move your shadow and keep fucking me just like this- I can feel you so deep, want your come-”

The shadow moved- Azriel was always too giving to tease him for long. Eris knew that his lover just appreciated hearing him beg. 

“You look so good like this Eris. Come for me. Now.” Every thrust was rough and well aimed, and so Eris didn’t need to be told twice. He came screaming as much of Azriel’s name as he could manage before turning boneless in Azriel’s arms. He could feel the far away warming feeling of his insides and the blankets being moved around them as Azriel repositioned them to be lying down- Eris’s face resting in the crook of Azriel’s neck. Mindless patterns were carefully soothing his back. He felt himself drift to sleep, cradled in the arms of his solace.