#DOT V

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The Path to Tour Guiding in a Place Called Daraga Part 7 #ExcitingBicol: FarmPlate

Daily writing promptWhat positive events have taken place in your life over the past year?View all responses FARMPLATE Mr. Llaguno, the visionary owner of Farmplate in Gabawan, Daraga, Albay, initially conceived the serene location as his future retirement haven. However, this tranquil retreat transformed into Bicol’s renowned tourist attraction, adored by visitors of all ages. credits: When…

[xyrali]

teto 0/

[pondslime]

Kurt Russell as R.J. MacReady THE THING (1982) dir. John Carpenter

[daily-grian]

he's coming for you

(and wishes you health, hope you'll get better soon mod Owl 🫶)

(this is like my second time drawing Grian so forgive for any imperfections)

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moonshine and beverly somewhere in the astral plane ... inspired by me thinking about beverly having a balnor-esque mustache when he grows up

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“Is that what those things are?” she asked. “Around your wrists and neck? Marks?” “These?” He leaned forward, and the change in him was instant, the glowing eyes, the curling horns, the broadening of the shoulders. Without meaning to, Alex found herself scooting back in her chair. He was man and then monster in the space of a breath. The golden bands glowed at his wrists and throat.

“Yeah,” she said, trying not to show her fear. “Those.” “These marks mean I am bound in service. Forever.” “To hell? To Golgarot?” He laughed then, the sound deep and cold, the thing at the bottom of the lake.

Hell Bent by Leigh Bardugo, page 412.

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It wasn’t on my 2024 bingo card that I’d draw V again. Anyway I’ll go ahead ramble in the tags

[hobgoblinsandpeachfuzz]

i think the date went well

you know despite the lies

[sleepyseals]

[Image Description: A digital painting of one of the hand devices in the simulation. In the foreground a ghostbird is grabbing the protagonist's outstretched arm as they try to flee. Both their arms and the hand device are illuminated in the light of their artifact. The image is at an upwards angle so the hand is looming against the starry sky and the characters' hands cast a shadow over the center/palm of the device. End Image Description.]

speedpaint link here!

[stagefoureddiediaz]

Oh!

Oh oh oh! I think I’ve cracked the Tim code and I’m feeling rather insane about it - might throw up actually.

Bear with me while I compose it into a post (which means an essay because it’s me), but I think we’ve been looking at it all wrong when it comes to T*mmy and now I understand why Buck is getting the Gerrard storyline and the golf scene. If I’m right it’s pure genius actually and the red herrings have had us all looking in the wrong direction this entire time.

Omg I’ve been so dense!!!

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ADVENTURE TOURISM Hiking and Trekking Adventures ECO TOURISM Eco – Friendly Practices and Initiatives AMACATA ORGANIC FARM credits: Rabas Sa Bicol FB (Rabasero) credits: Rabas Sa Bicol FB The Amacata Organic Farm, situated in Barangay Canarom, Daraga, Albay, spans a 10-hectare lot. It is adorned with a diverse array of ornamental and edible plants, along with fruit-bearing trees.…

[odetokeons]

i may have a type after all

[coffeeghoulie]

Ghostober Day 12: Bondage

Much thanks to @kroas-adtam for putting Ghostober together <3

Pairing: Zephyr/Ifrit

Zephyr wants to make their flame look pretty, and Ifrit is happy to oblige.

Mature, 1.1k. They/Them for Zephyr. Contains bondage (technically shibari but i have plans for that day re: the other prompt)

Divider by @wrathofrats <3

"Are you ready, my flame?"

Zephyr's voice cuts through the chatter already starting to cloud Ifrit's mind; he shakes his head to try and clear it. He straightens up, shifting a little on the cushioned stool Zephyr's directed him to sit on as they set their cool hands on his broad shoulders, the point of their chin resting between his spiral horns.

Ifrit takes a deep breath, relaxing some under the points of contact. "I, uh." Ifrit pauses. Clears his throat. Zephyr doesn't try to fill the silence. "Not sure if I'm going to be able to sit still for this, Zeph."

Zephyr hums, a warbling, soft note like a dove's call. Considering. "Would you like some help?"

The fire ghoul huffs a breath through his nose, charcoal lashes resting on his cheeks as he shuts his eyes. "Please help, Zee?"

The air ghoul's head moves to press a kiss just under the point of his ear, nose nudging the several gold earrings threaded through the lobe. "Of course I'll help. Hands?"

"Will they be in the way if they're behind my back?" Ifrit cranes his neck to glance at his mate over his shoulder.

"Not terribly, no," Zephyr hums, trailing kisses down random spots over Ifrit's shoulders, over freckles that look like little flakes of white ash. "I think I saw a modification to what I wanted to put you in that restrains the arms behind the back as well."

"You gonna share with the class, 'specially because you're putting me in it?" he asks lightheartedly, taking a deep breath of the sweet apple blossoms and mint of their scent, letting it settle any residual nerves. There is no one else Ifrit trusts as much as his air ghoul. Will put himself into their hands time and time again.

Zephyr hums again. Drags one of those hands down Ifrit's sternum, feeling the rabbit pulse of his heart. "Was thinking a chest harness. Frame your perfect tits. But," They trail off, pianist's fingers tracing a pattern of lines across his skin. "A nice pentagram across your chest."

Ifrit groans softly, letting his head roll back softly onto Zephyr's shoulder. "We making this a religious thing, Zee? Lust for our Lord and all that?"

Zephyr shrugs, raising an eyebrow. "If you'd like to see it like that. I imagine we don't need to dedicate it to Him for it to count."

"I mean, just wasn't expecting a ritual when you said you wanted to play, is all."

Zephyr smiles, gap between their front teeth. "No, flame, no ritual. Just wanted to make you look nice for me."

"I'll never say no to that," Ifrit says. "Just, might need some help sitting still. Don't want to mess up your work."

"That can be taken care of," Zephyr laughs, finally leaving Ifrit's side to grab the two hanks of rope set out on their nightstand. They're beautiful pieces, if they had to say, each length dyed an ombre of yellow to orange to red and back. Slowly, Zephyr makes their way back to their mate. "Grab your elbows."

Ifrit flashes them a grin before complying, wrapping thick fingers gently around his arms. Zephyr pulls up a matching stool to the one Ifrit's on, taking a seat and unwinding the shorter hank of rope.

Zephyr hums something soft and melodic as they begin to work, tying Ifrit's wrists together with a simple cuff. It's slow and precise, even with such a simple tie. Zephyr smiles as they watch Ifrit's shoulders relax as they check the tightness and tension. He's always so worried he'll move and mess up a tie, wants nothing more than to be good for them, and Zephyr's always happy to indulge him in stillness.

"Better?" they ask as they tie off the cuffs.

"Much," Ifrit nods, not a moment of hesitation.

Zephyr smiles, rubbing their cheek against his shoulder with a soft coo before unwinding the second hank of rope. They give him a moment to enjoy the nuzzling before straightening, adjusting his posture. "Alright, my flame. Nice and still so I can make you look pretty."

Ifrit's back straightens, his shoulders flexed as the rope holds his hands behind his back. Even the finest sculptors' works couldn't compare to their flame, but Zephyr shakes their head as they begin to work.

It's meditative, and Zephyr even dares to think they might enjoy this more than Ifrit does, even as they sense his breathing slow and ease. They don't need to be quintessence to know that all of the thoughts have quieted in his overactive brain as they work.

Zephyr weaves the rope carefully over and around Ifrit's shoulders, between his biceps and his body. Solid horizontal bands that sit above and below his pecs. Each tie is checked meticulously, two of Zephyr's fingers between the rope and Ifrit's skin, warm to the touch like they're holding their hand over a flickering candle. The rope gets undone if Zephyr's not satisfied, finds the slightest flaw in how the tie sits over Ifrit's body. Nothing but perfection for their fire ghoul.

If Ifrit ever gets impatient with Zephyr's meticulous fussing, he never shows it; when Zephyr stands in front of him to arrange the pentagram over his heart, his eyes are soft and unfocused.

Ifrit lifts his head slowly, meeting Zephyr's eyes, giving them a tiny, crooked smile. His dark hair falls out of its ponytail, loose waves brushing the tops of his shoulders. Zephyr returns his expression as they tie off the last knot, taking a step back to admire their work.

As always, Ifrit's a vision, and Zephyr lets their eyes rake hungrily over his chest, his dusky nipples peaked from exposure to the cool air around them. His tits are perfectly framed by rope, seemingly making them bulge even further. Zephyr, despite their grip on their composure, feels their mouth water at the sight.

"You did such a good job staying still for me, my flame," they coo. Something in Ifrit's eyes flash and spark at the praise, and a glance down to his lap finds his cock bulging at the front of his gym shorts as he starts to harden. "I suppose I should reward you for such good behavior."

"Yeah?" Ifrit asks, voice slow as Zephyr moves to stand behind him once again. Their hands come up to his chest, pianist's fingers dimpling the muscle and fat.

Zephyr nips at Ifrit's earlobe, at the gold ring threaded through it as they begin to whisper. "Anything for my good little flame."

Ifrit's responding groan is music to Zephyr's ears.

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Highway Cavalier and Dulcinea

Fifth in the “Putting Alice into Nort’s Skin Lines” project

They would tell tales of thee, if they knew thee, my Dulcinea. Instead, I, thy humble vassal, thy cavalier of the highway, tell tales of thee. A lady of grace and poise, riding astride your piebald hackney, hair of gold plaited back, eyes like suns beneath your goggles, hands like ivory steering your noble steed – any beam of the sun of thy beauty that reached my eyes would have given light to my reason and strength to my heart, so that I could be unmatched and unequaled in wisdom and valor. Thou hast strayed away from El Toboso, and yet I cannot seek thee.

Design and backstory under the cut:

Setting/text notes:

Highway Cavalier obviously based on Don Quixote with ‘the Cavalier’ and ‘Rocinante’, so Alice was a natural fit for a Dulcinea, a remote and far off lover who the cavalier acts for.

I imagine Alice died prior to the events of the story but maybe she’s just far far away…

Part of the text is directly lifted from Chapter 8 of Volume 2, in the Ormsby translation.

Thee and thou for ~intimacy~

Imagine this as an old-timey black and white photograph Norton keeps in his glovebox…

Norton’s design:

Agh agh agh so much to change so little time agh agh agh

Ok so the typical motorcycle jacket we think of wasn’t in production until at least the 20s but I figured a short riding coat would make sense. We do have motorcycle riding in this period (motor corps in World War I!) plus riding gear is consistent between that and horses.

The pants with the knee-reinforcements are normal, so I kept them but they’re not… jeans. His undershirt is a regular stand-up collar shirt – protective, but not whatever he’s got for padding there.

Alice’s design:

So women also had a motorcycle corps in World War I which is pretty cool. Their coats tended to be longer and somewhat fuller, with most of the shaping coming from the belting and some very heavy pleats in the waist. These were, quite spiffily, worn with a shirtwaist and tie. Pants/ jodhpurs were common (split skirts were too, the point being you NEED to ride astride on a motorcycle.)

The motorcycle they’re leaning on is hers, which is a contemporary Phelon & Moore 500cc single cylinder motorcycle. 

This is the age of no helmets. So. No helmets.

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i make silly jokes. also in the process of doing this remembered that bev has in fact killed god three separate times

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Virtual Character Tourney - Bracket 1 - Round 12

Propaganda below (May contain spoilers!)

V Flower propaganda:

they're so cool and purple and they have some of my favorite vocaloid songs

Dot Matrix propaganda:

ReBoot takes place on the Net in CyberSpace and everything is very virtual in a 90s computers-way. Dot is the character I chose to submit because Tumblr loves the ladies.