#IS NM JUST FULL ON NAKED????

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These doodles are pretty messy and look kinda weird, so sorry--😔😔

Man switched up so fast help😭

[just-here-with-my-thoughts]

Fun fact! Fluorescent light shouldn't be used to assess colour in gemstones because it isn't a full wavelength spectrum!

'White' light is made up of all wavelengths of coloured light from 400nm (nm = nanometers) (violet) to 700nm (red) - this is also called the visible light spectrum. When light rays of all wavelengths (colours) reach the human eye, they are interpreted as white light. Viewing a spectrum of these wavelengths therefore looks something like this ->

Fluorescent lights don't emit white light. What happens is that when the mix of gases inside a fluorescent lightbulb are excited by electricity, they emit (glow) a limited number of wavelengths of light - when these are received by the eye, the brain is tricked into 'reading' them as white light, but a fluorescent light spectrum looks more like this ->

Why am I rambling about white light spectrums on a post about gemstones? Because of the complex way in which absorption affects the perceived colour of a gemstone, especially in species displaying something like the Colour Change Effect described above!

How colour is perceived in gemstones

When white light meets a gemstone, a complex interaction takes place which involves some wavelengths being absorbed by the stone, with the remaining wavelengths being transmitted to the viewer. This is called the Absorption Spectra of the gemstone, and can be a vital way way different gem species of very similar appearances.

When viewing gemstone absorption spectra it is imperative to use a white light source displaying a full spectrum of wavelengths. In fluorescent light, a gemstone cannot interact with those missing wavelengths - which may in turn mean vital information is missing when viewing colour/interpreting absorption spectra.

Fun fact 2, you shouldn't even use daylight to view gemstone absorption spectra! Using a spectroscope to view daylight/sunlight will already show many fine absorption lines as elements in the atmosphere interact with and absorb some wavelengths - these are called Fraunhofer lines -->

Typically we use one of two light sources when assessing gemstone colour or reading absorption spectra - a full spectrum white light imitating daylight, or incandescent (tungsten) light which also shows a full light spectrum - although both sources differ slightly in their relative wavelength intensities. More on this when we come back to the colour change effect later.

But! In the meantime, let's look at why absorption spectra can be so important. The originating post (and article it cites from colourfirst.com) talks about spinel and spinel is a GREAT gemstone - and common confusion species! As mentioned in the article, the most famous red spinel is probably the Black Prince's Ruby (it was always a spinel, but misidentified for many years). But one of the things we can do to differentiate them is look at the absorption spectra :)

Here's a spinel absorption spectrum.

And here's one for ruby! Pretty similar, right? And the gemstones look similar enough in colour to the naked eye that you wouldn't be able to differentiate them just from that (both stones have chromium as the colour causing element, by the way)

But notice how the spinel spectrum shows some hazy edges of green, or the narrow absorption lines (black lines) in the blue zone in ruby - this is a diagnostic way to differentiate these two gemstones, even in the absence of any further testing!

So this is why viewing gemstones with a full spectrum light is so important! With all the wavelengths missing from fluorescent lighting, how are you meant to get a true idea of the gemstone colour??

Colour change gemstones

Uh oh, it's about to get complicated. Some gemstones - like the spinel in the original post - actually show two different colours, depending on whether they are viewed in daylight or incandescent white light!

This isn't just the way that things appear different in differing lighting conditions - that thing that DIY stores tell you to test your paint swatches on different walls and view them at different times of day before choosing the colour you want to decorate with! (I love redecorating). No, the body colour of a colour change gemstone actually changes with the composition of incident white light - and these changes can be really extreme! Not just two different shades of the same colour, but often fully different colours!

Remember I said we were going to come back to talking about relative wavelength distribution in different white light sources?

Both daylight-equivalent and incandescent (tungsten) light show a full spectrum of wavelengths, appearing as white light, but the relative intensity of different areas of the spectrum are different. Daylight is rich in green-blue wavelengths, whilst incandescent light is rich in red wavelengths (continuing into the infrared at 700nm+, which you feel as heat radiating from the light source!)

This leads to gemstones interacting/absorbing wavelengths of light differently, producing different absorption spectra and therefore body colour.

Colour change is an effect which can be observed in multiple gemstone species - from the spinel featured in the original post, to sapphire, garnet, and famously alexandrite (which is a variety of chrysoberyl). I'm going to use alexandrite spectrums because I have them to hand (thanks Diploma notes)

These spectra and photos are both of the same gemstone! In daylight, with greater intensity of green and blue wavelengths, those colours are transmitted more strongly by the stone and overall it appears green. However when you switch to tungsten light, which is poorer in green-blue, less of this is transmitted - however, so much more red light is transmitted by the gemstone, and this is enough to change the balance of how the body colour is then perceived by the viewer!

Fun fact, the colour causing element in alexandrite is also chromium, same as in ruby. However in emerald chromium causes green colour - so you can see how it has the versatility to change from one to the other in alexandrite!

Extra fun fact, do you remember the very bright red line in the ruby spectrum earlier? That's a fluorescence line! Sometimes stones emit light - this is most easily seen under UV light, a bright red glow for chromium! This is also why the lines in the fluorescent light spectrum are so bright - this represents a material actively emitting light, instead of just transmitting incident light!

Anyway, this has been a fun little aside into the basic science behind the colour change effect in gemstones :) Sometimes, when viewed under mixed light, a colour change gemstone can show hints of both body colours - such as standing under indoor incandescent lightbulbs, but near a window that lets daylight in. Any intermediary colours are due to the varying composition of the incident white light hitting the gemstone and therefore being absorbed to different levels.

And fluorescent light isn't 'white' light at all, it just tricks your brain into thinking it is! :)

Enjoyed learning about gemstones doing funky things about their body colour? I rambled about pleochroism earlier this year if you want to read, or other miscellaneous gem rambling in the reblogs of this post... I take questions :)

“Color Change Spinel. These gems are usually so light-sensitive that they display different colors in each different lighting condition.

The most significant changes in color are from fluorescent light (blues, greys) to incandescent light (pinks, purples). Daylight almost always shows a mix of each gem’s inherent colors, which can be considered a third color. Today’s newer LED lighting sometimes shows a fourth color too.”

[perfectriders]

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[charvimotors]

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The All New Yamaha FZ-X comes to India as a crossover motorcycle that is inspired by Neo-Retro design thinking. With future proof features that enhance every ride and trademark classic charisma, the Yamaha FZ-X will inspire a whole new generation of motorcyclists. Together, the toughness, the design, comfort, connectivity and safety of this new motorcycle will make every ride feel like a burst of freedom.

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YAMAHA R15S

Yamaha’s racing DNA now comes with the comfort of the Unibody Seat. The manifestation of legends like M1 and R1, the R15S is installed with the Unibody Seat that offers comfort and ease not just to the rider but the pillion too.

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YAMAHA RAY ZR 125 FI HYBRID

The all new RayZR 125 Fi Hybrid is powered by an air cooled, fuel injected (Fi), 125 cc blue core engine. The SMG charges the onboard battery. The SMG along with the engine produces 8.2 PS and up to 10.3 Nm (0.6 Nm higher than the previous RayZR 125FI) torque for quicker acceleration when starting from a stop.

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+ OPEN WIDE OR .

+ SHINICHIRO SANO x READER .

+ TW. minors dni! 18+ only, smut, softdom!shinichiro, subfem!reader, breathplay, gentle choking, pinned wrists, edging, praise, mild degradation, teasing, a little light twist in tone at the end + AN. my first shin fic was so fun, we live for soft-for-you shin here + WC. 1.8k

Shinichiro wraps a soft hand around your throat, fingertips tapping along the skin.

“So good for me, baby.” He encourages, a seductive nod reassuring you.

His body is slotted between your bare legs, your even more laid-out-to-bare cunt, with a hard cock pressed up against your clit.

Light pressure from the pads of his fingers press into the sides of your lenient neck, unhurried, but definite, cutting the air flow to your conscious mind splendidly.

Splotches of grey to black clouding begin to stain your vision and your moistened eyes fall backward into their sockets with every little further push of his firm grip around your neck’s surface. It has you gasping, reaching for a pull of air, barely there, in thrill.

You’re grasping, once more, for a breath you cannot fully take in, and relish every scintillating second of it — love it so much your pussy flutters. A cunt currently clenching on empty by the caging of his hand around one of your sources to life. The delighted dizziness given to you by the one you love.

Beloved Shinichiro Sano.

“Mine.” He simply tells you, locking his eyes assertively onto your foggy face.

“My baby.” He reiterates, hushed, a dark whisper feebly stating it, gently rattling your neck within his hold, as he emphasizes again, “All mine.” Confirming it for a final time in a tone that denotes you both already know it to be true beyond a reasonable doubt.

The hold around your throat is reaching its accustomed limit, his hands recognizing the practiced boundary he has come to know quite well. The color of your face teeters just at the precipice of your limitation, tip-tip-tipping gradually, however, still within a secure zone.

Shadowy skin is somewhat gleaming with perspiration, traced highlights upon bodies by the shine of a single bedside lamp cascading little low-lit rays over flesh.

Shinichiro hasn’t even entered your body, though he is stark naked, yet you’ve still been creaming onto the full length of his cock—an ultra hard one, teasing you. Taunting your puffy lips, sliding up, down, in little pumps through the middle of your folds, slipping over and over onto an edged clit that pulsates with want. When your eyes start to show signs of joyously giving out, and it is clear that the blur in your eyes are willingly unfocusing from lack of oxygen, he kisses you meaningfully—moving in over you with the descent of his body onto your chest. Warmth compresses over your breasts and he pushes into your mouth deeply, more and more, and for but a second it is plush softness until soon turned more ravaged and toothy: nipping at your bottom lip.

His head raises, commanding you, “Now open up those legs for me.”

You’re barely coherent in your heady glee, but he is attuned to recognizing that you are still able to hear, that you can breathe just barely enough to respond to his methodical demands of sexplay.

“Open your legs," he whispers over your nose, before it earns a tiny kiss from him, insisting. "Wide.” Your face is frothy from your solidly devout faith in him, feeling tethered to it, so you want to stay put a little while longer.

“C’mon, baby, I said open them.” He coaxes, raspily. You’re a little slow in the response with your body only slightly stirring, movement coming to settle just around your torso, and he tuts, smiling at your play. “Nm-mm—no, baby, not from there.” He finds himself amused by the somewhat mild subspace you must be experiencing, but presses on. “You know I can’t let go ‘til you do it. Won’t release you ‘til you open up for me, completely.”

He begins mussing up your messy folds, wet and throbbing, with a circular rock of his cock over them, reminding you what you’re missing out on by not complying; aware you’ll soon need to breathe fully and urging you not to push yourself much farther beyond this point.

You spread your thighs a bit more.

“Wider.” He sharply nudges. “I told you, love. Can’t have you breathe again ‘til I know that you know full well exactly and only who your body responds to—me—whose precious toy you are to fuck with.”

Your legs push open, but not to fully stretched capacity.

“Like it when I own you like this, don’t you baby?” he proves, continuing to rock his teasing movements between your stubborn legs. “Then open up. All the way. And let me show you just how far I can take my ownership.”

He presses a few kisses over the sheen of your emotionally-diffused face, rubbing his length over you.

“M’kay, baby? You do want it, don’t you?” His other hand streaks down along your cheek. “Be a nice little doll then, and I’ll give it to you good, understand? Make it worth your compliance.”

It’s enough to finally persuade it out of you, enough to make your legs spill wide over the sheets, open fully, at last.

That’s when he knows he has all of you.

“Good fucking girl.” His voice pets softly at your eardrums, pleased, and rumbles low. His face is close to you, hangs over yours as finger by finger is stripped up off your neck unclenched, slowly releasing you.

A rush of air downpours into your lungs, filling it up like a balloon needs helium to float, allowing your body to do just that, and you feel your astral being coast along the ride. Small shivers fire across your body, hitting the tips of your toes.

The flux of your breathing from your chest is visible to Shinichiro’s eye, and he aptly takes this opportunity—this disheveled state of your mind that has you caught—in not wasting another moment to make good on his promise. He lets it be known to you, through his careful positioning of your body, that he will take what is his while you continue processing through to full consciousness again.

He wills you into position: his hands running along the underside of your arms to push your wrists up on either side to your head, pinning them there tightly; your legs already matted back against the mattress.

You have been edged for far too long, and though he isn’t willing to reveal himself about it, so has he too; hard as petrified wood, his pre drizzling downward like sap over ridges and contours of the bark, leaking down beautifully from his cock’s slit.

He is able to slip past your highly-aroused hole, relaxed, with the most unobstructed ease. His cock lingers there. Dark eyes cast down toward you, watching and waiting, purposefully, for that one particular moment where you’ll draw your next full inhale, for when your eyes finally come to full clarity of sight again, just so he can slam his hips forward, as a rubber band snapping, to pleasingly punch the air back out of your lungs once more.

Now your eyes pop open wide. Any feeling of delirium has left you with that last exhaled breath, as you are brought back to full awareness by his shoved cock into your body, by the tight bind of sweaty palms on your forearms, as he plunges relentlessly into your drippy depths.

“Shin!” You exclaim, breathy and needily, nails raking rouge lines down solid muscle on his upper back.

“Fuck, baby, you feel good.” He exhales, now having an even more difficult time hiding just how greatly edged he’s been too.

“Mm, s’all yours, Shin...” You moan, shifting closer to him, drawing in the nice scent of his neck. Your fingers yearn to feel his soft dark locks between them, needing something, anything, to grab hold of as he repeatedly pounds and makes a claim of himself up inside your gut.

“Is it? Is it all mine?” He fishes, prodding you further.

“It — it is!”

“Tell me again, gorgeous, shit, t-tell me—” He necessitates, filling up the spaces between your legs with blooming bliss, as he aims to make a pretty picture of you—a pretty begging mess.

“I’m all y-yours, Shin, please let me-I—”

“What? Go on, baby, what d’you need—?”

“Need to cum, please, c-can’t take it, Shin, can I—can—?” The grinding of your pubis slows, waiting in obedience.

But, who is he kidding? He’s turned nearly weak himself from the tight suck of your cunt, from being held off for too long. It’s almost always the same. In the end, Shin becomes mellow to dominance and let’s you get off easy. It tends to be a challenge for him in denying you of your own pleasure.

“Ngh-fuck. Cum then, baby. Cum for me. Yes—s-shit-go—before me—!”

Your body begins with those familiar trembles right before it hits that rippled burst of release through you. His cock pounds in perfect pressure on that one splendid spot in you, and you let loose, cumming violently from within. The squelching sounds from his remaining jolts into you, as he pumps his hot cum inside, are of a nearly torrential volume.

So ripe is the sound upon the climactic sensation of you two cumming wildly together, holding tight to one another, and floating in the fallout within a heavy shaky embrace.

Shinichiro being the best soft dom the world could ever offer you, makes sure to have you feeling secure even before the aftercare.

His breathing steadies, finding an open beat to say, tenderly, “I know I just made you mine, but—” a warm kiss presses to your lips, “—know that I’m yours too...”

You smile, but quickly it fades into a little chuckle. “Don’t worry, Shin. I am aware.”

His expression flinches in a bit of a bemusement. “Oh?”

You try to hide your face, though unsuccessfully, as you’re stuck within his grasp and only able to crane your neck to a side, lightly giggling.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” he proclaims, his mouth hanging open to act affronted. He then quickly nuzzles his sweaty face all over yours, up and down, across your neck, purposefully trying to transfer the moisture in a bothersome jest.

“H-Hey!—Shin!” you laugh, trying to scooch his head off of you. “It meeeans,” you gloat with a hum, “I know you can’t resist me.” Shutting your eyes in playful triumph.

“Oh, yeah?” He nods intriguingly, side-grinning. “S’that so?”

“Yeah.”

Shinichiro seemingly concedes then, and says nothing. Doesn’t have to. His eyes do it for him, flitting upward with a tone of ‘ok, that’s fine’.

You chortle.

“Psh. You give up eeeasy.” Teasingly attempting to provoke him back into defense.

It isn’t working. Seems he can’t be bothered.

“Eh. Fuck it,” He shrugs, admitting it wholly, “so what if I do?” earnestly gazing into your eyes, “For you, literally anything.” As your heart grows another size, it’s nice for you both to know it is nothing but the truth.

The truth that Shinichiro Sano is lovingly and unabashedly whipped for you.

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[myheelsdontmatchmysweatpants]

BNHA guys and their favorite erogenous zones (on their s/o)

Featuring: Denki, Bakugou, Kirishima, Shoji, Dabi, Hawks, Shoto, Sero, Deku

18+ Minors DNI

A/N: This is purely my opinion so if you don't like it that's fine!

Warning: smutty, naughty, dirty obviously. Deku is a sub, mentions of $quirting, (oral) fem receiving .... it's NSFW okay?

Denki - nipples

Let’s face it Denki is a tits man. And I mean ALL tits, big, small, perky, cursed by gravity. If it is a boob he loves it. The first time he saw your naked breasts he was enthralled. The soft skin, areolas slightly darker, pebbled nipples. Just, chef’s kiss to him baby. But the icing on the cake was the first time you came just from him playing with them. He couldn’t believe it. Just rolling and pinching, licking and sucking your nipples and you come undone? This man will never leave your nipples alone again.

Bakugou - toes

Did you really expect a different answer? Lord explosion murder loves him some feet, but your toes especially. You will be well known at the nail salon downtown. All the ladies gushing over the fact that your boyfriend will pay for your visit and even waits patiently for you to be done! And you bet your ass he vetted all the nail technicians before letting any of them touch you. As soon as you get home he has you on your back with your legs in the air, his head turned to the side so he can nibble on your cute little toes while he thrusts into you mercilessly.

Deku- fingers

Did you know that each finger tip has more than 3,000 touch receptors? Or that they can feel the difference between a smooth surface and one with a pattern embedded just 13 nm deep? Well now you do, and your little ‘Zuku takes full advantage of it. Being All Might's successor is stressful, Deku would never regret it but he gets so tired you know? So when you came around, this attractive, take charge person that wanted to be with him of all people he was more than willing to give you the reigns. Nothing can empty his mind like you riding him and shoving your fingers into his mouth to quiet his moans. Or the way your eyelids flutter when he drags them across his teeth after sucking them clean.

Shoto- ears / neck

He loves the little shivers and goosebumps you get when he whispers in your ear. Everyone always said he sounded like a robot, so monotonous with so few emotions. His close friends eventually were able to discern the changes in his voice. Never did he think that someone would be turned on by him talking, but here you are. Not only that but you like him for him, not his quirk, not his last name but because of who he is as a person. Which is why he is constantly leaving marks on your neck, you are his and he is yours. Everyone needs to know that.

Dabi- lips

Until it’s actually happening he can never believe it. The fact that you want to kiss him even when his bottom lip looks horrid, feels horrid. But you do, and he can’t get enough. He will kiss you every time he gets a chance. Together at the hideout? You're sitting in a barstool and he is standing between your legs, his hands on your thighs, lips melded with yours. On a mission? He pulls you into an alleyway and pushes you up against the brick wall, tangling his fingers in your hair and pulling you in by the small of your back to bite your bottom lip. The rest of the league are so fucking tired of seeing you guys suck face but what does he care? As long as you still want to, he will keep kissing you.

Hawks- clit

Hawks is a man of simple pleasures, coffee, fried chicken, and having his face between your legs. With all the stuff he deals with on a daily basis all he wants to do when he can finally take a moment and be intimate with you is suckle on that bundle of fun and have you cumming on him again and again. Eventually he will work his way down but flicking your clit with his tongue, rubbing circles on it with his fingers, sucking on it are his favorite. The sounds that come out of your mouth, the faces you make, how you pull on his hair or bunch up the covers have him rutting on the bed.

Shoji- G-spot

It’s all hands on deck (pun intended) when you tell your new boyfriend that you think female ejaculation is a myth. He knows it’s not impossible, it can’t be. With how many times he has heard from his old classmates from UA that they have experienced it he needs to be sure. After a heated make out session turns into you being naked he starts exploring you with his fingers, using the ‘come hither’ motion he learned about online. When he feels your pussy begin to clench up he knows you're close to orgasm but it isn’t until your eyes open wide and you look down at him with surprise that he knows he has won the prize. When you finally leap over that edge and the dam breaks squirting your sweet juices all over him he is hooked.

Kirishima- inner thighs

Ahh, thighs. Kirishima’s favorite pillow, his favorite thing to squeeze when you’re sitting next to each other. His favorite part to hold when easing himself into you as you're folded in half. And his favorite thing to bury his face in and nibble on. He knows the slight pain of his pointed teeth will and has thrown you over the edge; plus there is the added bonus of marking you where only he can see it. He will think about leaving your soft and plush thighs unbitten when you are expected to wear a bathing suit or you have to change in front of your friends. But thinking about it and not doing it are two different things, besides, isn’t it the thought that counts?

Sero- inner wrist / pulse point

Dear, dear Sero. To him you are his Corazon, alma, and Vida. Yes he can be rough when he wants to be but nothing calms his mind more than feeling your pulse under his lips. Sure he could kiss your neck but your inner wrist is so vulnerable, fragile. Whether you are at a gala for heroes or in the throws of passion; that one small moment when his lips touch your soft skin is as profound as confessing his undying love for you.

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[writing-with-melon]

Wollstonecraft [4]

Chapter 4 of what I’ve been calling Wollstonecraft 

Summary: After the death of her paternal grandmother, Emi Alonso moves back to the town of Los Lobos, NM, after a decade of being away. There she meets the handsome Kieran Wollstonecraft who for some reason can’t stay away from her. What was supposed to be a fresh start for Emi turns into torture as she continues to get buried in secrets, family drama, and werewolves. Warnings: problematic mentions of sex, language Note: so this took a turn that I wasn’t expecting but were are going for it

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GOOD MORNING

***KIERAN***

Hear her heart I could.

As I held her smaller frame her heart's rapid beats where all that echoed in my ears. I was disappointed when she finally tugged herself away from my grasp and took a deep breath to compose herself. She ran her hands through her short wild hair, a motion she seemed to do when she was nervous and sighed again this time meeting my eyes.

She looked beautiful in the firelight, her light brown skin glowed and I couldn't take my eyes off her almond-shaped chocolate eyes. Her wild brown tousled hair fell just barely reaching her shoulders. She was shapely and her clothes made a great effort to highlight her every curve.

I'd spent hours of my youth imagining what she would look like, I'd always imagined a blonde, because I like blonds. But looking at her in front of me now made me realize how wrong I was. She was a bit heavier than I expected but I didn't have time to dwell too much on the differences of what I expected and the real thing because she'd grabbed my face and pulled me in for a kiss.

Her lips were warm and soft and they tasted like the wine she had been having. She held the sides of my face with her tiny hands. They were soft too, so soft they made me melt into a small moan.

"Emi" I breathed speechless when she pulled away taking the intensity of her vanilla rose smell with her.

This hadn't been how I'd imagined our first kiss would be like, I'd pictured a picnic in the spring when the pecan orchards are in full bloom. But instead, I'd only talked to her for less than an hour, had three beers, and I was half in love with her already and wanted to keep kissing her face. So I did.

I knew deep in my mind that what I was doing was wrong, she was very drunk and vulnerable and we'd only just met, but she smelled so good and she was so close that my instincts just took over. I'd waited for this moment for nearly a decade and I wasn't going to let it go. The almost magnetic pull she had on me was too strong to ignore, I think it was the true mate bond calling. And when my name emerged from her mouth in a moan, kissing was not enough.

I wanted everything.

I needed everything.

I gave everything.

The world be damned.

She took everything too.

It was too late by the time I'd realized what I'd done. It was early sunrise when the sky was that magnificent red that I finally woke up to her still sleeping on my chest. Both of us naked on the desert dirt and the embers of the fire long dead.

I tried to move without waking her and that's when I realized.

Oh...

Oh no...

I'd broken more rules than rejecting The Patriarch that night. Mating is a very serious subject for my kind and my family. So serious that no one is allowed to do it without The Patriarch's explicit consent.

Ooops...

Shit-Fuck-Damn!

There was nothing left for me to do than try to wiggle myself out of my current position and try my best to clean up the huge mess I'd made. Literally and figuratively. All while she still slept. I thanked the heavens my father was so strict with my stealth training, otherwise, it would have been an impossible mission.

I covered her with the spare shirt in my truck it was so huge on her it might as well be a throw blanket. I found my dusty clothes and put those on before picking up the empty wine bottles and beer cans. I contemplated laying her down in the back of my truck and just waiting for her to wake up, it was probably more comfortable than the ground now that I wasn't serving as her pillow. She clung to me a bit when I finally resolved to move her, but she was still very much asleep.

Then I did the only thing I could do, I called Cillian.

"I hope you found your mate, because The Patriarch is furious." was the first thing I heard as soon as he picked up.

"I did. She's—" I stopped before everything spilled out of my mouth. "—Well, she's wonderful."

"Oh female?! And here I thought the Wollstonecraft line would have to be continued by our cousin Patrick. Can you imagine him as Patriarch?" Cillian snorted.

"Ha, ha. You're hilarious." I said sarcastically trying to focus on what I wanted to say next. "Look, can you send over a tow truck."

"A what now?" I could almost see his confused expression.

"TOW TRUCK" I nearly screamed but stopped when I heard Emi's soft snoring.

"Why?"

"It's a long story. That I will tell you about later."

He paused, I assume long enough to roll his eyes "Call your own fucking tow truck! Why do I always have to be your middle man and bail you out of your shit?!"

"Well, you're so good at it! And you have assistants. Plus my phone is about to die."

"Then you should have called the tow truck instead or get your own assistants and stop leeching off of mine," Cillian said clearly frustrated and then there was a pause. "Ugh, it's on its way."

"Thanks, bro. I owe you one." I thanked him.

"One?! More like three and that's just in the past 24 hours, but who's counting?" He replied.

"Yeah, okay fine. I'll see you later." I said before hanging up.

I looked over at Emi. She looked so perfect and peaceful I felt compelled to brush her cheek with the back of my hand, but before I could (like a creep) she began to wake up.

"Good morning," I said as she groaned and stretched.

That's when her eyes flashed open and she realized where she was. Her heartbeat accelerated, she must've been scared.

"OK, don't freak out, but you're a little bit naked." I added turning my back to her to give her some privacy.

"WHAT!" She shrieked, pulling my shirt close to her chest trying her best to cover herself up.

"Your clothes are folded beside you," I said trying not to glance even though every fiber in my being was telling me to catch a glimpse.

I heard her scramble for her clothes and then stopped to steady herself. She smelled like she had a monstrous hangover.

"What the fuck happened last night?" She breathed. "We— did we!?" I could hear her clothes shuffle as she put them on groaning as she did.

"Oh yeah, we definitely did! Everything hurts. Fuck!"

"Yeah, I'm sorry. I take full responsibility." I said scratching the back of my head nervously, listening for a change in her heartbeat and for clues on what she was feeling. But that wasn't much help since it beat just as fast as it had been when she woke up.

"Yeah, you should!" She said, sounding angry. "Taking advantage of a poor drunk girl! Unacceptable! Unforgivable! Un—"

"—I know! I'm so sorry. I really really mean it. But please let me make it up to you just a tiny bit... I'll take you out for breakfast. After I get you home so you can change and stuff. That is if you still want to see my face after that. I'd understand if you don't."

Oh please want to see my face after this. I know I won't be able to go a day without seeing yours.I prayed in my head.

She paused for a moment considering her options.

"Tsk... Yeah, okay. I am hungry." She said a bit less angry as her stomach grumbled.

"Oh thank god!" I sighed relieved, a goofy smile on my face. "Can I turn around now?"

"I guess." She sounded embarrassed.

I turned around and there she was sitting in the back of my truck, I must have been gaping because she frowned and said "What?" with a raised brow.

"Nothing," I replied looking away before my face turned red and looking in the direction of the incoming tow truck. "What's your address?"

"I can drive myself home." She replied, crossing her arms.

"Well, the tow truck is already here, and I'm going to pay for that, eventually, so I guess you'll have to ride with me. Unless you want to ride with the tow truck." I said trying to be smug.

She tilted her head considering the second option as she hopped out the back of my truck.

"Oh come on! You're killing me!" I whined. This is not how I wanted things to go. This is not how things were supposed to go.

"Then die." She said seriously swaying her hips over to the tow truck man who'd just jumped out his truck.

"I just might." I mumbled, covering my face with my hands. "I am a dead man."

"Good." She shouted back. It surprised me that she could hear me, she had very good hearing for a human.

She gave the man her address and before long her car was speeding past us in the direction of her house. Much to my surprise, she was still there waving her car away.

"Well, what are you waiting for? I'm hungry." She said her hands on her hips looking away from me.

This was like my fourth sigh of relief, I think she was starting to find them amusing. But I obliged. I opened the door and helped her into my truck.

It was a slightly tense and silent drive.

"You're still mad at me?" I said, more as a fact than a question.

"Yup." She looked out the window.

"Is there anything I can do for you to forgive me?" I practically pleaded.

"Hmm... I don't know. Why do you care?" She crossed her arms and looked at the road before us, still refusing to meet my eyes.

"I just do," I said mentally facepalming myself for not being more eloquent. "Because, I l--like you." I love you, I almost blurted, but I stopped myself just in time. This true mate business was making me feel like a love sick puppy. I was not acting like myself and it was so involuntary it almost sent shivers down my spine.

"You 'like' me?" she air-quoted the word 'like'.

"Yeah, I wouldn't be here if I didn't." Fact.

"So then... you sleep with girls and leave unless you 'like' them." She said annoyed.

"Well, seemingly since as of last night I was still a virgin. So no."

"UGH! What kind of royal ashole sees a drunk girl and thinks 'This is it! This is my chance to lose my v-card!'" She raged.

"No! No! That's not what I meant!" Fuck, fuck, I fucked up.

"What did you mean then? Was that supposed to be a compliment?" She said seething "Was it supposed to be like 'Oh you're just sooo beautiful that I couldn't help myself and I broke my chastity promise!' Is that what you meant?" She said, trying to imitate my voice.

"No. Yes. Kind of?" I retorted. Shut up. Just Shut Up!

She rolled her eyes with a deep uuugh.

"Look, I was very sheltered growing up, okay! And I come from a very conservative family that takes this 'chastity' thing very seriously and I know it's going to blow up in my face later." I may have sounded more exasperated than I intended to but I continued. "Honestly, I don't know what came over me last night. I know it was wrong. And I'm so sorry. And that's why I'm trying to make it up to you. I'd undo the whole thing if I could but I can't so I'm doing this instead." I glanced at her in the passenger seat. She was hugging herself and her eyes were watery.

"It's just, I don't even remember meeting you." The dejection in her tone broke my heart.

Fuck.

"Then we can start over, last night never happened. Hello, I'm Kieran Wollstonecraft. Nice to meet you. You must be new around here." I said stretching my hand towards her momentarily taking my eyes off the road.

"Emi Alonso, much obliged." She shook mine finally meeting my eyes.

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[nordic-language-love]

New/Useful Words and Expressions from Ptolemaios’ Port (Chapter 12)

Ptolemaios’ Port is a Norwegian translation of an English book. I own both the Norwegian translation and the original English, so I thought it’d be fun to compare the two as I’m learning new vocab!

aktelse [nm] - esteem, regard, respect

Norsk: Jeg ville ha trodd at du satte min aktelse høyere enn det spilte slimet til en døyende demon.

English: I would have thought that you valued my regard rather higher than the spilled slime of a fading demon.

A little context just because this is a weird sentence: demons in this book have ‘essence’ (described as a slime-like substance) rather than blood. They’re also treated like slaves, so putting the wellbeing of one ahead of government business is a bit of a no-no.

atskillig [adv/adj] - several, considerable, numerous (can also be used as a noun)

Norsk: Atskillige par øyne fulgte dem der de gikk.

English: Several pairs of eyes followed them as they went.

blottlagt [adj] - exposed, vulnerable (lit. made soft)

Norsk: Det fikk ham til å føle seg naken og blottlagt.

English: It made him feel exposed and naked.

glupsk [adj] - ravenous

Norsk: Ptolemaios’ sult etter kunnskap var like glupsk som kongssønnens begjær etter makt

English: Ptolemy’s hunger for knowledge was just as ravenous as the king’s son’s lust for power

grisk [adj] - rapacious, greedy

Norsk: Enkelte andre (de åpenlyst griske eller forvillede) ble nektet hjelp.

English: To a few (the more obviously covetous or deluded), help was refused.

overdådig [adj] - lavish, opulent

Norsk: Dette er unge Bobby Watts, stjernen i mitt neste overdådige teaterstykke!

English: This is young Bobby Watts, star of my next extravaganza!

utspjåket [adj] - excessively dressed-up

Norsk: Over plenen kom en tykk herremann utspjåket i en turkis smoking.

English: Across the lawns came a short, round gentleman splendidly attired in turquoise evening dress.

Side note: from what I can tell, ‘utspjåket’ has generally negative connotations; Det Norske Akademis Ordbok defines it as “dressed up in an excessive and tasteless way; overdressed”. So while ‘splendidly attired’ gives the impression the man looks extravagant but at least appropriately-dressed for the occasion, the Norwegian translation gives a slightly different picture. Which I love, and think is much more fitting with the character.

å vralte - to waddle

Norsk: Så gikk de til alle kanter og avslørte kongens sønn og Egypts tronarving, som vraltet seg langsomt opp trappetrinnene.

English: They drew apart to reveal the king’s son and heir to the throne of Egypt, slowly swaggering up the steps.

Side note: Another creatively liberal interpretation here, I think? The guy’s a fat, arrogant drunkard, so I feel like either would work. Any natives care to chime in with their thoughts on this?

ren og skjær - outright

Norsk: Denne morgenen, som alle andre morgener, ble listen over klager, urettferdighet og ren og skjær elendighet test opp og vurderet.

English: That morning, as on every morning, the list of complaints, wrongs, and outright woes was recited and considered.

å være ikke helt ved sine full fem - to be a bit mad

Norsk: Han er uforskammet, og jeg tror ikke han er helt ved sine fulle fem.

English: He is impudent, and I believe mentally unsound.

Hvis jeg har gjort noen feil, vær så snill å fortelle meg :)

[thiswasinevitableid]

sternclay - skinny dipping

Full Prompt: it’s almost 3am so I go down to the lake to skinny dip and you decide to join me but you don’t realize I’m naked 

Be warned: Here lies Not Suitable for Your Workplace Content. Lemons. Proceed accordingly.

Barclay has some things he misses from the Pacific Northwest. Good craft beer, lots of bakeries, lots of ocean. Right now, he’s missing the fact that the air doesn’t feel like goddamn soup in the summertime.

It’s almost two in the morning. His room won’t cool down now matter what he does, and the humidity makes the effort needed to fall asleep feel insurmountable.

Time for drastic measures.

He slips on his shoes and heads off into the woods. About a quarter of a mile later he finds himself at the shore of a small lake, one that’s usually deserted during the day. Late at night, it’s as peaceful as the grave.

Had he just been looking to soak, he could’ve used the springs. But he has other ideas, pulls off all his clothes and folds them on a rock before slipping into the water. Sinking under the water he swims a few yards back before coming up to float on his back, sighing as his body finally feels cool and not sticky.

For awhile all he does is float. It’s not that he doesn’t love the lodge, love his friends. But he’s always had a solitary streak, and things have been so chaotic and terrible lately that he hasn’t had two minutes of alone time to rub together.

Just as he finishes this thought, there’s the sound of footfalls coming down the trail towards the small dock.

His mind flashes through possibilities as he shifts to stand on the lake bed, water up to his mid-chest: tourists? Other lodge residents? Hornets? An abomination?

“Oh, good evening Barclay. I thought I heard someone down here.”

It’s the worst possible option, then.

He turns towards the dock and waves awkwardly at Agent Stern, the man who’s literally hunting him. And the man who has morphed into a crush that Barclay is never going to admit to.

Stern is in shorts and a “Roswell, NM” T-Shirt, with a bag slung over his shoulder.

“Yeah, uh, couldn’t sleep so I came down here for a swim.”

“A wise idea. I’ve been on a stakeout in the woods since 10 PM and I feel like I may never be unsweaty again.”

“No luck on the stakeout?”

“No, as always.” He sits down on the dock, begins undoing his shoe laces, “don’t know why I thought I’d find Bigfoot out in the woods in the dead of night, but at this point I can’t afford to dismiss an idea. I think I’ll soak my feet for a minute before heading back.”

He dips his feet into the water and lets out a happy sigh and Barclay can’t help but smile; the man is a threat to him on a variety of levels, but it’s moment like this, where he’s vulnerable and relaxed and dressed like the paranormal seeking nerd he is that have made Barclay grow attached to him.  No reason he can’t chat with him for a few minutes, as long as he keeps his lower body safely under the waterline.

“Did I miss any excitement in the lodge this evening?”

“Nah, except Jake doing a very ill-fated cannonball into the springs.”

(And Aubrey accidentally setting a couch on fire, but Stern doesn’t need to know that).

Stern swings his legs in the water, clearly lost in thought.

“Any exciting plans this weekend?”

“Work, mostly.” Barclay shrugs.

“Would you be interested in-ow!” Stern slaps his arm, “Damn bugs. How are you not being eaten alive?”

“Water keeps most of me out of range.” He indicates how much of him is still covered by the lake.

(And mosquitoes don’t seem to like Sylph blood, but he keeps that to himself).

“Right, then, I’m joining you because this is unpleasant and I’m still. so. Sticky.” He strips his shirt off and folds it, rests his shorts on top of it and Barclay is screwed, he’s so screwed, because Stern is in his boxers and is now in the water.  Mercifully he doesn’t swim towards Barclay, choosing instead to sink under the water and then pop up near some boulders to Barclays right.

“Good god that feels nice. You’re a genius, Barclay.”

“Pretty sure it doesn’t take a genius to know cold water takes the edge of a West Virginia summer.”

“I suppose, but allow me the pleasure of complimenting you alright?” Stern shoots back teasingly and Barclay’s about to stammer out a retort when he disappears under the water.

Goddammit, where did he go? He can’t get too close or he’s going to realize Barclay is skinny dipping and, no, no, body, he is not going to get turned on at the idea of his crush finding him naked by surprise.

Stern rises from the water to his side, now a little more than an arms length away.

“Hello.” He smiles, and he looks so boyish, so unlike his collected, intimidating self.

“Hi.” Barclay whispers.

“I will gladly leave you to you peaceful swim in a moment, if that’s what you’d prefer.”

“No, uh, no need to rush off on my account. Don’t mind sharing the lake.”

Oh come on, is he turning into Duck? Why didn’t he just lie and say he wanted Stern to leave?

It’s then he notices Stern has gotten closer, and seems to be examining his scars. He rubs his arm, trying to hide the nerves arising at the idea of the man asking about some of the ones that came from Pine Guard work.

“What happened to your wrist?”

“Oven” he lets himself relax, “it’s common for cooks to get a sort of permanent burn scar there from bumping their arm on the roof of the oven.”

“Sounds painful.”

“Nah, not the worst injury I’ve gotten in a kitchen.” He flips over his hand, shows his palm, “got that trying to break down a chicken.”

Stern winces, then reaches out and glides a thumb across the jagged mark on Barclays upper bicep.

“What about this?”

“Dog attack.”

(A dog shaped abomination).

“This one?”

“Rock climbing incident.”

(He had to get away from that camera crew somehow).

“You’ve lived quite a life.” Stern murmurs, hand still moving up and down his arm and giving him goosebumps, his body screaming at him to to reach out and reciprocate the gesture.

“What about you, any battle scars?” He nudges Stern playfully.

“Other than these,” he indicates the two semi-circles on his chest, “hmmmm. Oh!” He tugs the edge of his boxers down to show his hip, “I got this falling off a roof.”

“Ouch, were you sneaking out to meet a guy or something?”

“No….I was trying to look for UFOs and lost my balance.”

Barclay covers his mouth as he laughs, tries to speak as he does, “that’s-”

“Silly, I know.”

“I was gonna say adorable.” He grins, then realizes what he just said.

Stern laughs softly, clears his throat trying to dispel the strange feeling building in the air.

“You have the twin of it, look.” He places his index finger on Barclays hip and moves it down. Then keeps moving it down, eyes widening in realization.

“That’s why you were staying so far from shore.”

“Yep.” Barclay is frozen in place, voice tight, in part because Stern hasn’t stopped gliding his finger along his skin.

“In retrospect, I should have noticed your underwear folded on top of your pants on the dock.”

“In my defense, I wasn’t expecting company.”

“In my defense, I wasn’t expecting to find the best looking man in the state swimming in the moonlight.”

“I, uh, wait, what?”

“I’m very attracted to you, Barclay, I thought I’d made that obvious.” His hand comes up, rubs lightly across Barclays chest.

“Kind of, maybe, I, uh, goddamn it I can’t focus when you’re doing that.”

“Should I stop?”

“Please don’t.” He tips his head back with a groan as Stern closes the remaining distance between them, wraps one arm around him while the other continues tracing along his body. He brings his hands to rest on Sterns hips, feels the front of his boxers rubbing against his cock.

“Mmmm, and how long have you been dealing with that situation” Stern rolls his hips and Barclay shudders.

“Since you took your shirt off.”

“Holy shit, Barclay.”

“Not my fault you’ve got a body that makes me drool and a face I can’t stop picturing between my thighs.” He mumbles against the top of Sterns head as the smaller man begins frantically kissing his neck.  On a whim, he lowers his hands down and squeezes Sterns ass, earning him a rather surprised moan. Does it again, starts grinding against him and Stern meets his eyes, panting.

“I was, I was going to ask you to dinner tomorrow night but I don’t think I can wait that long.”

“For whatAHhhhn, yes, babe.” Fingers close around his cock, stroking it lovingly and he buries his face against Sterns neck to muffle a growl.

“Good god, this is just as impressive as it looks in your jeans.”

“Rude to ogle a guy when he’s working.”

“Not as rude as staring at a guest in the hot springs WHoahoh.” Stern loses his balance slightly, letting go of Barclays cock to as he does so and the larger man steadies him.

“We oughta move this somewhere we aren’t gonna fall on our asses.”

“Anywhere, name it, hey!” Stern yelps out a laugh as Barclay lifts him by his ass and hooks his legs around his hips, that position and the buoyancy offered by the water allowing him to carry him over to the nearest patch of shore. Barclay sets him down carefully, waits for him to toss his boxers aside before pouncing on him. Stern whimpers and bites at his lips as they kiss, hips moving up and down in the air between them.

“Don’t worry babe, I’ll take care of you.” He presses his fingers against Sterns dick, rolling his thumb along it in a way that makes Stern dig his nails into his shoulder. When he slips two fingers in Stern gasps, sits up on his elbow so he can resume stroking Barclays cock.

“Good?”

“Yes, Barclay, so good, oh god.” His grip on him tightens and he adds twists to his upstrokes.

“Fuck, that’s it. Goddamn, you look so good getting fucked open like this”

Stern moans, licks his lips as he opens his legs further so Barclay can add another finger.

“Oh, you like that don’t you, dirty boy? That why you’re trying to get my cum all over that gorgeous stomach?”

“Uh huh, so much, god, love it when you talk like that.”

A growling laugh leaves Barclays chest at that.

“Then make me cum on you, babe, c’mon, ohhhhshit!” His hand tenses inside Stern as he cums across his stomach and chest, and for a moment all he can do is marvel at the absolute mess of a man beneath him and how much he wants him.

And then he drops down to kiss him, hand fucking him relentlessly and mouth swallowing up his cries and then fingers dig into his hair and shoulder and the movements of Sterns hips die down to small pulses.  He slips his hand out, presses soft kisses against Sterns cheek and neck as he comes down from his orgasm.

“Barclay?”

“Yeah?”

“I’m getting mosquito bites in places I don’t want them.”

“Can’t have that.” He slowly sits up, Stern mirroring the motion, “and I got you sticky again. Sorry.”

“I have no regrets, that was completely worth it. Although…” he gazes at the water, then back at Barclay somewhat flirtatiously, “I wouldn’t mind another dip in the lake.”

Barclay smiles, stands, offers his hand and begins guiding Stern back into the water as the stars wink happily above them.

[youkaiangel]

The Dragon’s Weakness - Wizardess Heart Fanfic - One Shot

Genre: Smut

Pairing: Rembrandt x OC (student)

Words: 6200

A/N: inspired by this amazing CG that has recently surfaced, I have finally gotten around to finishing this fic. I know I have other things I should be writing, but damn. This is smut, and the OC in this fic is a student, you have been warned.

***

I’d never been one to enjoy Halloween very much, having never really celebrated it, but since coming to the Academy and spending my Halloweens with my friends, it wasn’t so bad. Luca always managed to make it fun, delighting in pranking first year students trying to get lucky at the back of the Academy main building.

We’d spent the most of the night drinking and dancing at the Gedonelune Royal Magic Academy’s Annual Halloween Costume Party. The hot topic in the girls’ dorm for lead up to the party was what sexy (read, slutty) costume everyone was going to wear; what would make Elias blush; what would grab Caesar’s attention; or what would please the ‘Pinnacle of All Creations, Alive or Dead’. I, the sluttiest slut of the Academy, would not be outdone by a bunch of amateurs, and I felt I did quite well. While other girls did a sexy cat familiar, a sexy ancient wizardess, or sexy carbuncle, I did something that was sure to get all the boys’ attention: a sexy golden phoenix. A golden string bikini, strappy golden heels, some long golden tail feathers and gold body paint was my entire costume for the night.

The party was over now though and Guy the cowboy, Luca the pirate, and I sat madly giggling behind a wall, trying not to laugh too loud at the third group of first year boys who had just run from their dates and Luca’s ‘apparition’.

We all quietened up when we heard the footsteps from around the corner though.

‘Oh no,’ Luca murmured, but while he made a mad scramble to his feet and hissed something about running for it, Professor Schuyler rounded the corner and spotted us all.

Like rabbits in the headlights, we all froze.

‘Are you three aware it is past curfew?’

I glanced at Luca beside me, halfway to his feet, and then Guy on my other side. Neither of them said a word.

‘You can come with me to the Headmaster’s office.’

***

I was honestly surprised Headmaster Rembrandt was up this late, and still working. When we entered his office, he sat at his desk, multiple piles of papers overlapping each other in front of him. The fire crackling in the corner was the only sound in the office.

‘Headmaster, these three have been caught out after curfew, again.’

‘I see.’ Rembrandt looked up from his papers, and I noticed him recoil a little when he looked at us. He wasn’t honestly that surprised that we were out late was he?

No, I realised, and I was suddenly painfully aware of my skimpy outfit in 100% gold, as the Dragonkin’s eyes travelled over me.

Professor Schuyler continued on, explaining the circumstances of how he found us allegedly bullying younger students. I glanced at Luca beside me and he glanced back, but then turned to look at the Headmaster again. Rembrandt’s eyes were still trained on me. I watched his attention flick to the two boys to my right, but I swear I saw it come straight back to me.

What is he looking at? What is he thinking? Oh god, what if he wants to put me in his treasure hoard in the spiral staircase? I frantically wondered. However, my conscience immediately kicked in and told me, that’s stupid, he’s a Dragonkin, not an actual dragon. He wouldn’t lock a student up for his own personal pleasure— oh god what if he wants to fuck me? That look, I know that look, that’s a hungry look. My stupid train of though kept running at full steam, questioning everything that could possibly happen.

I wrapped my arms across my stomach, meekly attempting to cover some of my body, and wondering why the hell the Headmaster was still looking at only me. Surely Dragonkin are not that affected by gold, right?

But then again, he knew my history. Rembrandt had caught me one day, mostly naked, hiding under that very desk while the former Headmaster was brazenly laughing but quietly eager to escort him out of the room. Rembrandt had given me a smile, but since I didn’t even know him then, I had no idea what that cheeky little smile meant. Hell, I still didn’t know what that cheeky smile meant. I could see it on his lips from the edges of my vision, my eyes fixed on the front of the desk.

Professor Schuyler finished his testimony against us with a request that Headmaster Rembrandt apply a suitable punishment for our transgressions. The latter cleared his throat as he stood, taking hold of his ruby-topped sceptre and placing both hands on it before him.

‘Well, I don’t think I need to explain that antagonizing other students is not in line with academy policy,’ Rembrandt said, sternly looking between the three of us. ‘The entire academy was given a delay in curfew tonight, on the condition that proper behaviour would be demonstrated by all. The three of you have jeopardised that privilege ever being granted again.’

‘Of course, sir,’ Guy sputtered, ‘it won’t happen again sir.’

‘No, I don’t expect it will,’ Rembrandt threatened. I chanced a glance up to look at his expression though, to try to get a gauge on him, and he was still smiling. More importantly, he was still smiling at me. ‘As punishment,’ he continued, ‘you’ll assist the Prefect team in their cleaning duties after the party.’

‘Wha—’ Luca started, but promptly cut himself off from a kick in the shin by Guy.

‘Is there a problem, Mr Orlem?’

I watched Luca, willing him to keep his mouth shut so we could all get out of here and Rembrandt would stop watching me. He glanced up at the tall man and muttered, ‘no, sir.’

I let out a small sigh of relief.

‘Excellent,’ Rembrandt commented. ‘You may be on your way, gentlemen.’

My heart stopped. Why is he excusing them and not me?

Luca and Guy both looked across at me, not budging from their spot. They looked at each other, then at me again.

‘You heard the Headmaster, boys!’ Schuyler snapped. He grabbed both boys by their ears and pulled them backwards towards the door.

‘Ow!’

‘We get it!’

‘Let go!’

Schuyler released the boys as he reached for the door, then held it for them as they both scurried from the room, neither of them giving so much as a backwards glance to me. Schuyler left, pulling the door shut behind himself with a heavy clunk and reinforcing the still silence left in the room.

I turned back to face the Headmaster. He still wore that soft cheeky smile, his eyes sparkling dangerously as he looked at me. ‘I’ve been meaning to talk to you, Miss Farrell,’ he said with his sweet soft grin. ‘Randolph advised me before he left that you suffer from a… peculiar curse.’

‘Yes, sir.’ My voice was barely above a whisper, but in the quiet room I knew he could still hear me.

He probed further as he stepped out from behind his desk and came to stand in front of it a few feet from me, ‘Would you care to explain?’

‘Uhh,’ I mumbled. His presence was intimidating to say the least. What was he playing at, watching me, keeping me here, asking me about my curse? I explained in brief, ‘my mother was possessed by a Lilith fairy when I was born. Part of the Lilith’s power was transferred to me.’

I glanced up to meet his pale icy eyes. He was still watching me with his ethereal smile.

‘And how does this effect you?’ He tilted his head as he questioned me, leaning forward with interest.

I took a deep breath, considering how to best word my answer. ‘I need to keep the power in check,’ I explained, ‘otherwise it becomes difficult to control.’ I didn’t know how much the Headmaster had figured out, or how much Randolph had explained to him, and I certainly didn’t want to spit out a blatant answer. Admitting I slept with other students to balance out my curse didn’t seem like a good idea.

‘I take it some of your classmates have volunteered to help you keep it in check?

Shit, he knows.

My mind scrambled, wondering how on earth he knew so much. Had he seen something? Heard something? ‘Yeah…’ I mumbled, not sure what else to say. I could feel the heat rising in my neck, but I hoped the body paint would cover it up.

‘Hmm.’ He kept his eyes trained on me, while I kept looking around trying to find something not so awkward to look at, without being rude. ‘I’m concerned that this curse is somewhat distracting for the other students. Young men do like to talk.’

I shook my head and murmured a ‘mm-nm,’ my lips firmly pursed. ‘I use secret keepers spells to make sure they don’t.’

‘I see.’ He nodded once. ‘And yourself?’

I glanced up to meet his eyes, taking in his mysterious smile once again. I had no idea what he was asking, what did he want me to say? I asked timidly, ‘What about me?’

Rembrandt stepped forward again, leaving his sceptre leaning against the desk and smoothly crossing the three steps to shorten the distance between us to maybe a foot. He asked as he moved, ‘do you find your curse distracting?’

It wasn’t until he was right in front of me that I realised how tall he actually was, his powerful presence and intimate line of questioning forcing me to look up at his eyes. ‘I…’ I started, but trailed off, not quite sure how to finish my sentence. His crisp blue eyes were just mesmerizing, like there was a light of their own inside them. The way his horns encircled his head, like a dangerous crown, and his silken dark hair fell in strands around his angled faced. I’d always knows he was beautiful, but I’d never been close enough to appreciate his stunning features.

He’d asked a question though, and I needed to answer. I found the words, stammering, ‘I-I manage it.’ I realised when I tried to speak that my breath had caught in my throat. I swallowed, trying to be subtle and probably failing. Rembrandt must’ve noticed because the corners of his mouth curled up ever so slightly in a sly smile. I could feel my cheeks burning and kept praying that he couldn’t tell while I dropped my eyes to look straight at his chest in front of me.

He spoke quietly but clearly, his voice soothing, ‘a Lilith’s power is an incredibly beautiful marvel.’ He reached up, his long elegant fingers reaching to brush the back of his nails from my bare shoulder down my arm. His touch, cool and light, made me freeze. ‘A mortal girl, essentially perpetually possessed by a Lilith…’ His hand stopped, wrapping around the back of my arm, just above my elbow. His hand was strong and cold. ‘I can see why so many of the students are captivated by you.’

My heart was racing, my head clouded over with so many mixed emotions. Terrified was an understatement but exhilarated also suited the moment well. There was no doubt in my mind now that he was hitting on me, and I hadn’t done anything to stop him. Did I even want him to stop? The idea of seducing such a powerful man was tantalising. Somewhere in the back of my mind my conscience, the good little angel side of me, was screaming at me no, back away, run away, but the devil was winning out. I realised I didn’t want to miss this once in a lifetime opportunity. I swallowed deeply again and with my eyes still fixed on his firm chest, I asked, ‘and you?’

His free hand raised between us to take hold of my chin, his taloned thumb resting just below my lower lip. He put the slightest pressure on to tilt my head up and look at him again. As he leant down to meet me, he whispered, ‘captivated.’

He pressed his lips against mine.

My chest felt like it would explode, my heart was thundering so hard. I’d made the decision and I couldn’t back out, but I still felt like a child, so inexperienced and nervous. Wake up, girl, I told myself. You want this, then do it. He let go of my chin, his hand moving to the side of my face, cupping my cheek in his palm, his long claws grazing through my hair. He kissed me again, barely a second between drawing away and pressing his lips to mine once more. I kissed him back, but I had no idea what else to do.

His thumb on the side of my arm massaged small circles into my skin. I realised I wasn’t even touching him, what if I was giving him the wrong idea? I placed my hands on his waist, feeling the various textures of fabrics under my palms; rounded jewels, cool gold, firm leather. His clothes were intricate to say the least, and I had no idea where to start, or even if I should. What if he didn’t want anything more than a kiss? Dragonkin are barren, allegedly, so would he even want to go all the way? His kiss was so gentle, his hands on me soothing, and giving me absolutely no indication of his further intentions. It was so like Rembrandt to be so difficult to read.

He drew back from our kiss momentarily, only to lean in again with slightly parted lips. I naturally parted my lips to kiss him back, my tongue meeting his to dance between our mouths. He was not forceful or overbearing, not pressuring his way between my lips, but letting me allow him. Still, he was impossible to read. I ran one hand up his waist, over the soft silken fabric and towards his chest. I could feel his dark tresses sweep over my arm as I raised it, sending a flutter through my chest.

His hand on my cheek dropped away and soon found my hip, barely above my bikini line, before inching around my back to rest near the feathery tail hanging from the back of my swim suit. His touch was so cool and smooth, unnaturally so. His fingers were curled, the tips of his sharp claws touching my skin, but as he stretched his fingers out to lay them flat on my skin, they inched their way underneath the waistband of my bikini, his fingertips not really on my lower back anymore.

Was this a sign? Was he trying to hint that he wanted to get in my pants? Was he waiting for permission or just trying to gauge me as much as I was him? Our kiss broke, lips slowly drawing away from each other. I didn’t want to break the moment, so with a happy pleading whimper I leant forward again, raising up off my heels to kiss him once more, deep and open mouthed. His hand on my ass squeezed tighter as he matched the passion in my kiss, his tongue swirling around mine.

Rembrandt stepped forward, but he wasn’t leaning in to me. His hand on my arm pulled me backwards and I realised he was pushing me across the room. I stumbled, trying not to trip as he guided me backwards, still locked in our kiss, until my ass and the back of my head hit the wall. He pressed closer to me and I could feel something not part of his clothing digging into my stomach. It was somewhat evident from his passion and eagerness that he didn’t want just a kiss now.

I squeezed my hands between our bodies, finding my way along the cool smooth gold belt holding his robes in place. I had no idea where the thing began or ended, or how to open it though. At least Rembrandt must’ve gotten the hint as he drew his hand out from behind me and reached between us to unclasp the belt. It and the leather obi around his waist dropped to the floor with a dull knock and sharp clatter of metal and his robes fell loose. Our deep kiss broke momentarily for air, but our lips locked again just as fast.

My hands ran up the patterned silk trim on his robe, while he unclipped the fastener on his chest so I could push it back off his shoulders. He had to let go of me so the heavy fabrics could fall back off his arms, now just a pile on the floor. Still, he worse another thin black kimono underneath, which he quickly stripped off his arms and dropped to the floor behind himself before his smooth hands found me again, one on my shoulder, the other snaking around my neck and drawing me in closer to him. He wore nothing but his hakama now. My lips were wet and tingling from his strong kiss, my body becoming very eager for him.

His hand on my shoulder reached behind my neck for the bow tying my string bikini up, while I fiddled with the knot holding his hakama to his hips. There was no uncertainty left between us anymore. He pulled the bow undone and lifted his chest off me for long enough to let the small triangles of fabric drop down to hang off my ribcage and freeing my breasts, before pressing his cool smooth chest against me again. Everything about his skin was so soft and silken, it felt impossibly good pressing against me.

I finally figured out the knot on his hakama and untangled it, loosening the strip around his hips and the fabric fell down. It was still pinned between us, his hips leaning against my stomach. I tugged at the fabric and he lifted his hips for long enough for me to pull it down from between us. He was now very bare before me, still pushing me against the wall with his chest on mine. I slid my hand between us to take hold of him—

My heart faltered for a moment as I wrapped (or tried to at least) my hand around his stiff cock. I wanted to draw back to check what the hell I was holding, but my head was already firmly pressed back against the wall and my neck so arched I was struggling to move. It made sense at least that this ancient god-like man was proportionately well endowed. I ran my hand up the length of him, feeling his weight and size in my hand, the smoothness of his skin, almost like fine scales. I knew I was in for a rough night.

His hands found my hips again, fingers sliding underneath the bikini waist band. He pushed the bikini down, but I knew I’d need to help to wiggle out of the tight fabric. I let go of him and replaced his hands with my own to slip the small bikini over my ass and to the floor.

As soon as the bikini slid off my legs, Rembrandt had his hands on my thighs, effortlessly lifting me to sit on his waist. I may have accidentally let out a small yelp at the sudden movement, my hands snapping to his shoulders to steady myself. I locked my legs around his back and I could feel grazing against my ankle a line of fine spikes trailing down his spine to the swell at the lower of his back that seemed too sharp to be his ass. The feel so his shaft pressed firmly between my legs, my lips embracing him, his cool, soft skin on my thighs, against my body and under my palms, his strong arms and chest securing me in place and his sweet passionate kiss on my lips, all combined was pressing every button I had. I could feel between my legs was already hot and wet, my heart back to it’s rapid pace. It was so much easier to kiss him from this height but I was powerless to do a thing to encourage him.

I didn’t have to though. With one hand still supporting me under my thigh, the left slowly let go. He drew his hips away from me and even though his chest was still holding me in place I felt like I was going to fall. He slid his hand between our bodies and down to take hold of himself, while I moved my leg up as high as I could, managing to hook it over his shoulder, and moving my hand to his neck. He pushed his cock down, rubbing his head between my spread lips and against my wet opening. I swear I heard him moan, felt a shudder in his chest, as he came into contact with the slick heat.

He pushed his hips forward, forcing his thick cock into my opening. Barely two inches and I could already feel his girth stretching me out. ‘Oh god,’ I panted against his lips. He slowed but didn’t stop, pushing deeper inside me. ‘Oh fuck!’ I broke the kiss, glancing down but I couldn’t see past his abdomen pressed against mine. He must’ve only had his head inside me but it was already tight and painful.

He nudged my head with his forehead, tilting my head backwards to look at him again. I took a glimpse into his eyes, but quickly lost my nerve, my eyes falling down again. I could feel his eyes still on mine though and I felt maddeningly disrespectful, so I met him strong gaze. I wanted him. I wanted to please him. I trusted him not to hurt me. I glanced at his lips, eager to kiss him again. I murmured while leaning in to him, ‘please.’

I kissed him again, a furious heat in my lips. Rembrandt matched me, his tongue meeting my lapping tongue. He pressed his hips further against mine, sliding another inch or so insider of me. My body tightened around him, my leg on his shoulder pressing against him. He stopped, his kiss softening, then slid out of me that same inch he just took. I knew he was far to big for me to handle all of him, especially against a wall in such an unforgiving position. But still as he kissed me deeper again I felt him push his hips in, even further this time. I panted into his kiss, and just tried to relax as he drew back and pushed his way in ever deeper again.

The deeper he went the harder it became to relax, my leg straining against his shoulder, but I didn’t mean to push him away. It was just a reflex. I clung tighter to his neck and other shoulder, pulling myself closer to him, trying to angle myself better to ease the pressure between my legs, and on a small scale it helped. My tongue flicked against his, firm and wet. The thought of his tongue tracing over the more sensitive parts of my body helped me to relax. He pressed deeper inside of me again, pushing against the end of my cervix and sending a jolt of electricity through my body. Each stroke pulled a high whimper from me. I had no idea if this felt incredible or terrible.

Perhaps Rembrandt noticed the pained whimpers in my kiss, or perhaps he didn’t like the feel of his long cock pushing into the end of my opening. Whatever the case, he pulled out a little longer and only pressed in to me a shorter, much more pleasurable distance. He drew back again and pushed inside me, quicker this time, and then faster again, his pace quickening.

This I knew felt incredible. The feel of him inside me, filling me up and stretching me out. He was easily the biggest I had ever seen or felt. It was probably something that could rival a horse, or come close at least, and it made me wonder if this was the reason why it was so difficult for Dragonkins to reproduce. He seemed to be well aware of his size though, and knew how to use it so as to not kill me. He smoothly drew back and sunk into me over and over, a sensation I could happily revel in for hours.

I raked my nails over the back of his shoulder and felt a tiny clicking under my touch. I realised the reason why he felt so smooth and soft: he was covered in tiny scales. The scales on his chest and abdomen, pressed against the back of my thigh hooked on his shoulder, were impossibly smooth and so very fine it could easily be mistaken for flesh, but on his back, particularly closer to the ridges on his spine, the scales grew a little larger, and harder.

The ridges didn’t bother me, they even helped to anchor my leg wrapped around his waist. I could feel movement beneath my heel, and I hoped I wasn’t hurting him. I adjusted my leg a little lower down, and I noticed it was just his long tail, sweeping side to side every few seconds.

The skin, or scales, on his back was much cooler after adjusting my leg. I realised though, it wasn’t a cold spot but rather everywhere I was pressed against him was becoming much warmer. His lips felt as warm as mine now, and his body was definitely not as cool under my leg as it first had been. I ran my hand on the back of his neck up into his hair to test my theory and as I had guessed, underneath his fine silken hair was just as cool as the rest of him.

Oh god, he really is a reptile, he’s not human at all.

Even so, that thought didn’t stop me from enjoying every second of his deep kiss and strong pounding. My fingers entwining in the back of his hair found the base of his horns, near the top of his spine. I wanted to grab on to one, to support myself, but I wasn’t sure if that was okay for him, so I settled for taking a fistful on his long hair to help steady myself and pull me closer to him.

The strain on my leg was getting worse. I didn’t dare move, for fear of falling if he didn’t have a strong enough hold on me, so I tried my best to relax and just trust myself to his hands. It helped to make the pain more pleasurable, even if my pleading whimpers we’re still growing higher from the strain.

It was all pushed from my mind though when he pressed his hips further in to mine, his long cock sinking deeper into me than before. That jolt of sharp electricity cut through my abdomen again as he slammed into the end of my opening, but now it wasn’t so painful. My body must’ve been more prepared for it, since this time it only made me feel fuller. He didn’t stop though, drawing back and thrusting in to me again, over and over contacting with the end of my cervix, and every sensitive nerve inside of me. I was begging now between brief kisses, pleases and yes, god yeses. I could hear his laboured breathing in the frequent breaks from our kisses. Did that mean he was close? I wanted him to be close.

I gripped his shoulder tighter, my nails digging in to him. My hand in his hair clenched tighter and I know I heard a guttural moan slip out of his lips. It was mere seconds until he slammed his hips deep against mine one final time. He tore away from my lips, bowing his head as his body trembled, his horns pressing hard against my forehead. Another strained moan slipped out of his lips. I could feel him pulsating inside me, throbbing almost as fast as my heart, making me shudder and sigh in ecstasy.

I opened my eyes, trying to watch his reaction. His eyes were tight shut and his teeth gritted. I don’t think he was even breathing, but I knew I was panting heavily. Oops. I realised I was breathing on him and tried to slow my breathing down as best I could. Everything was starting to hurt now.

He opened his eyes, looking straight into mine. His eyes were like starlight, his gaze mesmerising, even awkward as it was. He was stunningly beautiful, and addictively powerful.

‘Are you alright, my dear?’

His voice caught me off guard, reminding me that this was still the Headmaster pinning me to the wall, his dragon cock still deep inside me. The tingling heat rushed to my cheeks, and I knew the gold paint wouldn’t be hiding it this time. ‘I’m okay,’ I whispered with heavy breath. ‘I just can’t move my leg.’ As much as I wanted to get down on my own two feet, my leg hooked over his shoulder wasn’t going to move easily, if at all.

He leant away from me ever so slightly, my weight sinking into his hands under my ass, and his cock still firmly trapped inside me. I could feel it even more, thick and heavy as he slowly pulled away from me. My leg was in incredible pain now, stiff and aching from being tensed up in a difficult position for too long, but I was still enjoying the sensation of him slowly drawing out of me. He was not soft yet and I could feel every inch sliding across my tender flesh until he was free from inside me.

‘Mmnm!’ I whimpered high and loud as my ankle came to slide on to his shoulder. My leg was in too much pain. He stopped, still as a statue, holding me tight. I lowered my leg from around his waist down to reach for the floor, while taking a few steady long breaths. Once the pain in my leg had subsided, or I was just accustomed to it, I dropped my ankle off the side of his shoulder.

My leg hit the floor like a dead weight, and my body lurched forward from the tension, throwing me into his now golden-patterned chest. He laughed, a dark murmur of a laugh under his breath as he placed his hands on my arms.

God, girl, pull yourself together!

I willed myself to overcome the pain running down the back of my leg and straightened up to look at him again. ‘Sorry,’ I murmured. I wanted to look in his eyes, but my gaze could only make it up to his lips, now a faint glittering gold colour transferred from mine. He was so tall, but if I was being honest, it wasn’t his height that was stopping me from looking in his eyes.

Thankfully, those smooth graceful lips curled up in a gentle smile. ‘No need to apologise,’ he said with a mild chuckle. He let go of one of my arms to take hold of my chin again, nudging my head up to look in his eyes again, before he leant down to capture my lips once more.

His kiss was back to his original, soft and gentle, but this time it helped to steady my racing heart, not make it worse. I could happily stand there, kissing him for hours, but he drew back after just a swift press of his lips.

He stood up straight again, letting go of my chin to place his hand on my shoulder again. ‘You’d best get back to your dormitory, before another Professor catches you out.’

A cringe ran straight up my neck and into my cheeks. This man was still the headmaster, Dragonkin or not. But I’d just witnessed him in a man’s most vulnerable moment, and he still hadn’t let go of me. Perhaps him being fascinated by my gold outfit was not such a terrible thing after all? Not that much of it was left on me. I ran a finger across his chest, wiping off a line of the gold paint that had rubbed off the back of my leg and whispered a sly, ‘yes, sir.’

He smiled at me, a very cheeky mysterious smile, but then stepped back, his supportive grip on my shoulders loosening. My leg buckled as I tried to even out the weight on my legs, and Rembrandt’s hands tightened on my arms again. ‘I’m fine,’ I rushed, ‘I’m okay.’

‘Hmm,’ he murmured. He watched me for a few more moments, then eventually said, ‘if you’re certain…’ He trailed off as he loosened his grip on me again. This time, I knew to just leave my weight on good leg.

Get back to your dorm, I reminded myself. I pulled the two halves of my bikini top up to tie it around my breasts as I watched Rembrandt lean forward to pick up his hakama from around his ankles. His face was perilously close to my body, leaning around me. He kept his head straight though, his eyes on my body as he moved. As he bent forward I caught a glimpse of his back, through his thick dark hair sliding off his body. The ridged scales on his spin were the same colour as his hair, leading all the way down to his tail extending from the base of his spine. I’d never even seen pictures this detailed of a Dragonkin, let alone one up close. It was so fascinating.

He stood up straight again, pulling up his hakama to tie it around his hips. I had completely forgotten that I was supposed to be putting my clothes back on as well and rushed to tie my bikini string behind my neck. I leant back against the wall and bent over to collect up my bikini bottom, slipping my feet in one at a time, then gingerly straightening up to pull the small panties up again. Rembrandt had finished the intricate knot on his hips, the one I had struggled so long to figure out. His kimono, his robes, and all the decorative pieces he wore stayed on the floor. Instead he stepped forward to trap me against the wall again, one hand on the wall, the other on the back of my neck, and leant down to lock his lips over mine in a deep and unexpected kiss.

No matter how unprepared I was for it though, I still kissed him back. I smiled against his lips, enjoying every second of his mild obsession with me. He keeps kissing me, I wondered, does he not want me to go? The thought crossed my mind if this would ever happen again. It didn’t take me long to figure out I wanted it to, but perhaps in an easier position next time.

He drew my lower lip out gently as he pulled back, letting go off our kiss painfully slow. He didn’t lean in again though. I whispered to him, ‘if you keep doing that, I’m not going to leave.’

He let out a small amused hmph, a smirk curling one corner of his lips. He murmured back to me, ‘if you’re caught out, I won’t be able to help you.’

The tiniest sharp stab struck my heart, but it was nothing I wasn’t accustom to. I was a naughty little secret, and no one could ever find out the truth. I laughed it off with a sly snicker and said in a teasing whisper, ‘fine then, I’ll go.’ I gave him one last swift kiss on the lips, before slipping out from between him and the wall.

I tried my best not to limp, and instead put a little swagger in my step as I sauntered to the door, at least to give him something to look at. I couldn’t deny that my leg hurt like a bitch though. The tail feathers in the back of my bikini flicked against the back of my legs as I walked, so something in my step was moving right. I opened the door, glancing back over my shoulder to see Rembrandt still standing by the wall, gold paint smeared across his glorious tall strong body, and the front of his hakama. He was watching me with his usual peaceful smile and calm eyes, back to the impossible-to-read Headmaster. I shouldn’t have looked back, I realised, but it was too late for that, so before he could see the blush in my cheeks again, I slipped from the room, pulling the door shut behind me.

I stopped for a moment, leaning back against the closed door. Alone again, I could let myself smile like the giddy school girl I had been trying to hide. In the end, I was happy I didn’t back out of it. Incredible didn’t really quantify how good, and how naughty, I felt. I didn’t even mind the pain.

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Ducati World Première 2019

The Ducati World Première 2019 was the final act of the Global Dealer Conference, an event uniting key Ducati dealers - about a thousand people - representing 734 dealers in 91 countries. Streamed worldwide on the internet, the event was held on the evening of Sunday 4 November at Milan's Linear Ciak theatre. Claudio Domenicali, CEO of Ducati Motor Holding, unveiled the new 2019 range personally, illustrating company goals and celebrating a thrilling 2018 race season.

"Ducati has achieved a striking degree of maturity”, stated Claudio Domenicali on opening the Ducati World Premiere 2019.

"It is a global flag bearer of some of the best aspects of Made in Italy excellence. Based on core values of Style, Sophistication and Performance, our company now offers a range as broad as it is state-of-the-art. This year sees the first major overhaul of the entire Scrambler range since its inception, plus a complete renewal of the Diavel and Hypermotard, two bikes that are firm favourites with Ducatisti. Today, safety and rider-friendliness have hit new heights, yet the brand's sporting soul is as evident as it has ever been. The Panigale V4 R, in fact, is the most powerful factory motorcycle ever built by Ducati. We're also delighted with our on-line presence, an area that has enjoyed excellent growth, thus confirming the extraordinary appeal of the entire Ducati product range.”

To get the show under way, the bikes already presented ahead of the Milan fair were illustrated: the new Ducati Scrambler range, with 4 new motorcycles spanning from the Icon version to the more distinctive Cafè Racer, Full Throttle and Desert Sled, and the Multistrada 1260 Enduro.

The new Ducati e-mountainbike, the MIG-RR, also played a major role in the presentation and will have its own special area on the Ducati stand at EICMA 2018.

Ahead of the unveiling of the all-new motorcycles, the Première also saw presentations of the new versions that will join the 2019 range. These include the Monster 25th Anniversary, first seen at WDW2018, and the new Monster 821 stealth that features matt black livery and red graphics, quick shift system, adjustable fork and nose fairing.

Another exciting 2019 bike is the new Multistrada 950 S. A major upgrade of the smallest Ducati 'multibike', this latest Multistrada features cutting-edge technology to boost safety and riding enjoyment: electronic Ducati Skyhook Suspension (DSS), Ducati Quick Shift up & down (DQS), full-LED headlight, 5" colour TFT display, Hands Free system, Cruise Control and backlit switchgear controls. From a styling viewpoint, the new Multistrada 950 inherits the side 'wings' from its bigger 1260 counterpart, making the front even cleaner and more streamlined. It also features hydraulic control and, above all, Bosch ABS Cornering, which increases active safety.

The first of the all-new motorcycles in the Ducati 2019 range is the Hypermotard 950, now racier, more adrenalin-packed and rider-friendly. The Ducati 'fun bike' par excellence has been given a full-blown makeover: the new look takes its cue from the supermotard race world, the completely overhauled ergonomics ramps up the fun and riders can now count on an ultra-advanced chassis set-up and electronics package.

A full 4 kg lighter than the previous model, the new Hypermotard 950 mounts a renewed 937 cm³ Testastretta 11° engine with a more muscular 114 hp, combining greater pulling power with new electronics to ensure smoother control.

The Hypermotard 950 electronics package includes Bosch Cornering ABS with the Slide by Brake function, Ducati Traction Control EVO (DTC EVO), Ducati Wheelie Control (DWC) EVO and Ducati Quick Shift (DQS) Up and Down EVO (as standard on the 950 SP version and available as an accessory on the 950).

Now even higher-performing and with racing overtones, the Hypermotard 950 SP features a flat seat, increased-travel Öhlins suspension to ensure an acuter lean angle (+3°), Marchesini forged wheels and Ducati Quick Shift (DQS) Up and Down EVO.

Another major development, unveiled during the Ducati World Première 2019, is the new Diavel 1260. Unconventional, unique and absolutely unmistakeable: as soon as it was launched at EICMA 2010 the Diavel stunned with its personality, design, sport naked handling and thoroughbred engine.

The second-generation Diavel 1260 remains faithful to the original spirit of that incredibly special bike, drawing on its key styling elements and putting a decidedly more contemporary slant on them: it now offers more assertive outlines and higher performance, is more fun on mixed-road routes and offers greater comfort for rider and passenger alike. Its sport naked soul is evident in the Testastretta DVT 1262 engine, capable of delivering 159 hp (117 kW) at 9,500 rpm and 129 Nm (13.1 kgm) at 7,500 rpm. An immensely satisfying torque curve ensures both breath-taking acceleration and a low-rev smoothness that's ideal for everyday riding or touring. An upgraded chassis set-up makes the Diavel 1260 more responsive on mixed-road routes while top-drawer technology and electronics provide braking performance on a par with that of a sport bike (and does so safely, thanks to Bosch Cornering ABS) and user-friendly engine performance control. The excellent riding position and 'power cruiser' ergonomics that helped make this motorcycle so successful remain unaltered: what has changed is the chassis set-up, characterised by a new tubular steel Trellis frame that goes perfectly with another Diavel hallmark, the 17" inch rear wheel with its 240 mm wide tyre. The outcome? Superb handling, surprising lean angles and outstanding comfort.

A sportier S version of the Diavel 1260 is also available: features include fully adjustable Öhlins suspension at both front and rear, dedicated wheels and an even higher-performance braking system. Moreover, the S version mounts Ducati Quick Shift up & down Evo (DQS) as standard to allow clutchless shifting.

The new livery on the Panigale V4 S Corse aroused enthusiastic interest. Created using official Ducati MotoGP team colours, it mirrors the special version with the exact same colour scheme that Michele Pirro rode to victory in the Race of Champions at WDW2018. That bike and the other 11 variants that competed in the race were won by twelve lucky enthusiasts in a global auction that attracted record-breaking bids.

Nevertheless, the undisputed star of the Ducati World Première 2019 - and aspiring candidate for the title of 'best-looking bike of EICMA2018' - was the Panigale V4 R.

Compared to previous R versions, the Panigale V4 R is now even more specialised and bristles with technology taken directly from MotoGP. The modifications extend far beyond the engine and suspension set-up: they also include the fairing, designed and developed by Ducati Corse in close collaboration with the Ducati Style Centre to improve aerodynamic efficiency. The new fairing also incorporates the aerofoil appendages developed for the MotoGP prototypes. Made of carbon fibre, they increase stability throughout the ride, to allow for reduced reliance on electronic controls, boosting confidence for the pinnacle of rider performance

The Panigale V4 R is, to all intents and purposes, a road-legal WSBK category competition bike and constitutes the technical foundation for the official Ducati Superbikes that will compete in the World Championship as from the 2019 season.

The Desmosedici Stradale 1103 cm3 engine has been replaced with the 998 cm3 Desmosedici Stradale R to comply with displacement limits set by WSBK rules. Unlike the larger V4 - designed to provide fluid power delivery and excellent low-rev pulling power for optimal road use - the 998 cm3 Desmosedici Stradale R offers more extreme performance as power delivery has been designed with the track in mind. Moreover, it's characterised by lighter internal components (which reduce overall bike weight by 2 kg compared to the Panigale V4S, bringing kerb weight down to just 193 kg). Greater air intake efficiency allows faster engine 'rev-up' and shifts the rpm red zone higher to ensure improved acceleration. The result is 221 hp (162 kW) of power at 15,250 rpm (EU homologation values), 2,250 rpm higher than the point of peak power on the 1103 cm3 V4. These impressive figures can be taken even higher by fitting the full-racing Ducati Performance exhaust by Akrapovič, which boosts maximum power to 234 hp (172 kW) at 15,500 rpm. In short: the most powerful Ducati factory motorcycle ever!

Solid and successful - with dream bikes of unparalleled design and eye-catching accessories and apparel that faithfully reflect their style and originality - Ducati looks forward to welcoming the public to the 76th edition of EICMA (Hall 15 Stand N06) and continuing the pivotal role this iconic brand plays in the international motorcycle industry.

Ducati Model Year 2019

New Models

Panigale V4 R *

Diavel 1260 / S *

Hypermotard 950 / SP *

Multistrada 1260 Enduro

Multistrada 950 / S

Scrambler Icon

Scrambler Full Throttle

Scrambler Desert Sled

Scrambler Café Racer

* Completely new bikes

New Versions

Monster 821 stealth

Monster 25th Anniversary

Panigale V4 S Corse

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I keep thinking about that post where scorpions fuckin.. flew out of a Texas person's vents and landed in their meal. And it makes me think about how local culture is influenced by the Weird Shit they have to deal with in nature. Like when I lived in Florida, I couldn't fucking BELIEVE how sickeningly hot and humid it was. And the BUGS and the SNAKES and the fucking. Alligators lol. Even if you're in an urban area, you're going to encounter at least two of those categories and I guarantee it's going to be the biggest, most poisonous version you can fathom. So there's this air of 'yah we deal with that' toughness lol. I know ppl joke about Floridians being crazy but I stfg.. why don't YOU try living down in that shit and see how you fare. (This is NOT an excuse for the right wing bigotry btw!!! Just the 'Florida man found naked ripping the siding off a building with his teeth' kind of shit you see)

And then there's New Mexico and their goddamn Windy Season (it's called spring everywhere else) where it's just.. winds high enough to make walking and biking genuinely dangerous. And those winds are full of dirt and sand which stings and makes it hard to see. And violent crime goes up because everyone's fucking pissed off lol. Also having no rain most of the year (Las Cruces gets about 5 days a year if I remember right?) does something to you. It's probably just cuz I wasn't used to it but I would CRAVE moisture and green things. Everything is so... sand colored. And while 'barren' isn't the right word, being able to see for miles and miles in any direction can make you feel very small. Hmm I'm rambling now. I actually don't have much to say about a 'culture' in NM - there are lots of Hispanic people who obviously have their own thing going on and aside from a smattering of jackass cowboy types, most of the white people I met seemed. Idk. fine🤷

Hmm okay I'm out of shit to say. I'm avoiding doing chores and errands rn in case you were wondering:)

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Japan Travel Log (6/13-6/23/2018)

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Tokyo Drift

We landed in Narita and met up with our guide Norio. I almost had to act as second-in-command since one of our kids was sent to a doctor. and our tour sponsor went with the ill student She had had a seizure in flight and the airlines arranged for a doctor to meet us at the airport. The kid was OK...the doctor said the seizure more than likely stemmed from the fact that she was menstruating, dehydrated, a lack of sleep, and staring at her phone and TV screen for a long time. 

We were taken to Akihabara for shopping time before dinner. It’s a nerd’s paradise with shops selling anime merchandise, cosplay items, etc. This tour was more fast-paced than the 2015 excursion. I saw a lot of those little vending machines with plastic bubbles, but never got a chance to get one of the prizes. Last time it was a goose with yellow diarrhea. This year the theme was animals with Quagmire jaws. 

We went to the Asakusa Kannon Temple and Meiji Shinto Shrine. Then there was a lecture from an ex-sumo wrestler that was quite interesting. I learned that some of those guys have 20% body fat despite their size. 

Norio took us to a major shopping mall/arcade. I ended up by myself and was a bit anxious about getting lost. I found a Disney Store, bought some BH6 and Zootopia things before going into a noodle house and ordering bukkake noodles. I was more relaxed after lunch and found a Snoopy store but it was too late to really see much. 

Later on, after touring the city some more (Tokyo City Hall) we ate a sumo supper: 

The next day we went to a fisherman’s market and met up with some college students as part of an exchange program. Our sponsor presented the boys with Mexican candies. Only one of the students seemed to like the marzipan. Our student guide took us to Don Quijote for a brief shopping stint (I stocked up on plum kit-kat bars and Hachiko-themed fruit drops. My GoRuck pack was heavy toting ten cans of those candies. I was a little bummed about bypassing Hachiko’s statue, but it was packed with people who seemed amused that a cat was sleeping between the dog’s paws. 

That Saturday was a bit brutal on our feet. With the heavy traffic, the guide had us travel by metro and foot. We ventured into Harajuku. I kept to the stationary stores and a t-shirt shop where the clerk was more than happy to assist me in buying a few shirts for gifts (and take my yen). I would have liked to have gone into Burberry but I’d have spent an arm and a leg in there. It was crowded, balls packed with tourists. Even getting drinks at a Seven-Eleven was crazy. All aisles were full of people. I’m also thankful for my teacher bladder because there was only stop at the public restroom from Harajuku to the history museum. By the evening, I stopped at a McDonald’s just to sit for a while and get off of my feet. 

On Top of the World

We spent the night in Hakone. 

This was from the Kamakura Shrine. A Japanese wedding procession even went by, reminding me of the Samurai Jack series finale. 

Norio was full of surprises, one of them being a surprise mini-hike to Mt. Fuji. 

That was fun. Granted I’m out of shape and couldn’t keep up with the group. I lingered near some sheds trying to get a selfie with the mountain behind me, urging the other students who stayed behind to start descending to the bus stop when it was time to leave. Stick to the edge of the trails. One, the center is for the gods and spirits only and two, there’s tiny fish aquarium-like granules in the center and more firm ground on the edge of the trail. 

Then there was the hotel. I think this was my favorite day in the entire trip. Our guide was very considerate about letting participate in Japanese customs and culture. You read a lot of books, watch TV shows about Japan, etc., but the real reason to go on these tours...live it. 

Norio gave us the rundown on the onsen. Our hotel overlooking the Pacific Ocean had a rooftop hot pool and he told us how to soak Japanese style (wear a yukata, and get in the water naked). I grabbed a yukata from the front desk and went to soak with Mel, an art teacher from Oregon. They arranged timetables so there would be an adults only time and a students only time. We got first soak before dinner. I’ve been to hot spring pools in Truth or Consequences, NM so the nudity thing didn’t weird me out much. Some of the NM pools have private pools where you either soak naked or with a swimsuit, and depending on my company, it can go wither way. But the public pools don’t allow nudity. So Mel and I soaked. Then I found a door leading outside and ventured out of the pool area finding a secret pool outside on the rooftop overlooking the Pacific Ocean. At that point, I felt like that guy from Titanic. It was invigorating standing up naked on the roof of a Japanese hotel, letting a light breeze graze over me as I watched the ocean. 

That was dinner. The guide even procured sake for the adults. 

Kyoto Stray

The next day we concluded our Hakone tour before boarding a Shinkansen to Kyoto. We didn’t know about the Kyoto earthquake until Norio received a call from the tour company asking if things were all right. I was a bit worried when Norio said our train was delayed due to the quake. I was already envisioning the group camping out in the station overnight waiting for a train. But our guide came through and got us on a late train, though most if us sat in the smoking car. Our guide was stressed out. He might not have shown it in his facial features or gestures, but I saw him sit with a guide from another group, both men drinking beers and lighting up as we rode out of Hakone. You do what you have to do, right? 

On the second day, things weren’t going too well. I had dropped an ice cream cone seconds after buying it (and I wanted something cold and sweet). I couldn’t really meditate on the Path of Contemplation because I was wondering if I was going the right way. 

The real kicker was getting separated from the group near dinnertime. We had stopped in a shopping arcade and I was not sure how to ask for a custom seal (stamp) in a shop so I dawdled a bit. The stamp would take twenty minutes to carve...plus I bought a weird stamp with a guy poking his head from underneath his ass for a co worker of mine, and a case for my own seal. 

I met up with some students from our group and one girl was having trouble buying a shiba inu doll from an inu cafe storefront. I loaned her some money, but in that time, our group was leaving for dinner. I told our sponsor to wait so i could pick up my stamps, but when I left the shop, the group was gone. And I didn't have cell phone service so I couldn’t get texts on where to go. 

I went to Starbucks for help, and the clerk pulled out a map suggesting that I go to the metro to get back to the hotel by Kyoto Tower. But I couldn't make heads or tails on which train to board or even how to buy a ticket for that matter. I walked along the underground for a couple of hours, studying the metro maps on the wall, but none had directions on getting to Kyoto Tower. I decided to return to the streets and get a cab. I felt like that guy from Shanghai Calling. (The part where Daniel Henney’s character hails a cab to his office and the cabbie tries to tell him it’s nearby, but at Henney’s persistence, ends up driving five feet away before showing him the office). With my luck, the hotel would be two minutes away. 

It was a fifteen minute drive. I paid the cabbie thanking him profusely. I’ve never been stranded like that without cell service to use Apple or Google maps, and I was afraid of missing my ride to Hiroshima in the morning. I was already envisioning myself walking all over Kyoto until daybreak. The stress killed my appetite; I went into a Lawson’s store but ended up replacing my food on the shelves and returned to the hotel to soak for half an hour in the tub before crawling under the comforter. I didn’t want to leave the room. I was also dreading getting a tongue lashing from Norio about time management and keeping up with the tour. If he was upset, he didn't show it. I never got chewed out. 

It’s late. I’ll continue with Hiroshima later. 

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Painting Baseboard, Trim, And All Kinds Of Mouldings

Trim & Baseboard Painting Service near Albuquerque, NM :Baseboards take many a beating. We crash into them with our vacuum cleaners, we whack them with our brooms, and we charge at them with a full frontal attack whenever we’re trying to prevent that spider from escaping into the wall. On top of that, these important yet often overlooked pieces of masonry seldom get cleaned. I mean, when was the last time you were on your hands and knees with a toothbrush cleaning your baseboards? We rest our case. It’s no wonder that baseboards can often look raggedy long before our walls are in need of painting. Fortunately, if you live in the great state of Albuquerque, NM, Best Albuquerque Handyman & Remodeling offers a number of residential painting services and can get your baseboards, trim, and mouldings of all kinds looking their best in no time.

What is a Baseboard?

Look at your wall. You see that piece of wood at the bottom of your wall that’s touching the floor? That’s the baseboard. Without the baseboard, you’d have a pretty funky looking gap between your walls and your floor. However, baseboards are not purely aesthetic; they are also functional. Baseboards protect the bottom of the drywall from being damaged, they create a stopping point for dirt, and they keep the painted drywall from becoming damaged by feet and shoes.

Painting Your Baseboards

The baseboards in your house are white, aren’t they? Most of them are. White baseboards highlight the color of your walls and ceilings, but while this is standard, it’s not the only way to go. Painting your baseboards a lighter hue of the wall color can actually make the room look larger. For example, if your walls are painted gray, a significantly lighter shade of gray will give the room a more expansive look. You can also paint the baseboards the same color as the walls. This is not standard and may take some getting used to, but it will create the illusion that the room is larger than it really is.

Trim

Trim & Baseboard Painting Service near Albuquerque, NM :Trim is those decorative pieces of wood that you see around your doors and windows. However, much like baseboards, trim serves a purpose that is not purely aesthetic. Without trim, you’d see messy cuts of drywall and unappealing seams. You’d also damage your drywall (and structural integrity) each time you ran into the door frame with a couch, desk, or some other hefty object you’re moving around the house. Our professional painters can not only paint your window and door trim, but we can repair it. If the trim in your home has chipped, cracked, or otherwise become damaged, we can restore these problem areas and then paint them to make them look new. As with baseboards, while white is the norm, it is not your only option.

Are Baseboards Necessary?

Are Baseboards Necessary? Although baseboards add a visual benefit to the room, their purpose is more than aesthetic, and most would argue they are necessary. In some cases, the baseboard is used to protect drywall. For homes that use different types of materials for walls, the benefits of baseboards may be different. Consider the following:

● Baseboards Protect Against Physical Damage: Vacuums, mops, golf balls - you name it. The bottom of the wall is more susceptible to damage from miscellaneous objects, and drywall is not designed to defend against all of it. ● Baseboards Protect Against Water Damage: Because of their material, drywall is susceptible to moisture damage. Without baseboards, moisture spilled on the floor could easily penetrate the drywall, expanding upward and creating unsightly damage. ● Baseboards Protect Against Dirt and Debris: Baseboards can provide a solid 90-degree gap for dirt and debris to stop at. Instead of the possibility of falling between difficult to access cracks. This way, they can be swept up and hauled away. ● Baseboards Hide Crooked Walls: It may be hard to believe or even see, but most walls are not straight. A quality baseboard installation can help disguise that to the naked eye. ● Baseboards Conceal Hardwood Floors that Expand and Contract: Due to moisture content, it is natural for certain types of hardwood floor to expand and contract throughout the year. This is accommodated by leaving small gaps (e.g., ¼) along the wall. Baseboard is necessary to cover the gaps.

How To Paint Trim

Trim & Baseboard Painting Service near Albuquerque, NM :There are a few different ways to paint trim. You can brush it after installation, you can spray it after installation or you can pre-finish the trim before installation (which I only recommend in very few certain circumstances). In theory, spraying your trim is always going to leave you with a better finish. It will be smoother and leave a fantastic looking finish. In new construction, I always spray the trim, no questions asked. In the reality of an existing home, spraying your trim will cause you a ton of extra work while delivering results that while better than brushing, are not significant enough to justify the extra work for 95% of the people out there, the possibility of overspray getting on areas you don’t want it or the extra smell that will be in your home.

Also, let’s be honest, nobody is going to get down on their hands and knees and look so close at your baseboard that they will be able to tell that it has brush strokes in it. And even if you can see them in the trim around your doors and windows, personally, I like the look of brush strokes, it adds character. Even in my own home, I chose to brush all of our trim when I painted it. It looks great and I am completely happy with it. To me, the difference between spraying and brushing was not worth the extra work. Because of all this, I am not going to be going into detail on spraying in this article. Though most of the info is interchangeable for spraying and brushing, I’ll just be dropping a few random spraying tips here and there.

Painting Your Trim Index

Paints and Tools I Recommend Time Needed To Paint Your Trim Painting Trim Or Walls First Step 1: Prepping The Room Step 2: Cleaning The Trim Step 3: Filling Nail Holes Step 4: Sanding The Trim Step 5: Priming The Trim Step 6: Caulking The Gaps Step 7: Painting The Trim’s First Top Coat Step 8: Painting The Final Coat Step 9: Cleanup

Paints and Tools I Recommend Painting trim requires only a few basic tools and materials.

● Painter’s Tape – For taping off floors and windows. ● 5-in-1 Painter’s Tool – Perfect for pressing tape, cutting tape, filling holes and other random tasks. ● Drop Cloths ● 2.5″ Paint Brush – Want to learn everything there is about paint brushes? Check out my posts All About Paint Brushes and How To Clean Your Paintbrush. ● Medium, Fine, and Extra Fine Grit Sanding Sponges – Each for different stages of the trim painting process. ● Shop-Vac ● Caulk and Caulk Gun – For caulking gaps and cracks. ● Spackling Paste – For filling nail holes in your trim.

Time Needed To Paint Your Trim

Trim & Baseboard Painting Service near Albuquerque, NM :Painting trim can actually be quite a time-consuming project, especially if you are doing window and door trim. Floor trim (baseboards) tends to be significantly faster than window and door trim due to the fact the window casing and door casing involve many surfaces, lots of caulking and more nail holes to fill. A typical 15×15 bedroom with 1 main door trim, closet door trim, base trim and two sets of window trim should take roughly 1 hour to prep, 1 hour to prime and 2-4 hours to top coat. A typical 15×15 bedroom should then take you anywhere between 4-6 hours. Once you are experienced, 2-3 bedrooms worth of trim can easily be painted in a day.

Estimating the Time For Your Entire Trim Painting Project To estimate your entire trim painting project, I typically plan on 1.5 hours per set of window trim, though different size windows and different casings require more or less time with some of the more complicated larger windows requiring 2+ hours. For door casing and trim, assuming you are painting both sides, I recommend budgeting 1.5 hours per door trim set. Finally, for base trim, I recommend budgeting 1 hour per 25 feet of trim.

If you live in Albuquerque, NM and need your baseboards, trim, or moulding repaired and/or repainted, give us a call. We will be happy to drive out to your home and give you a free estimate. And because we back all of our work with a written guarantee, Best Albuquerque Handyman & Remodeling is a company you can trust for all of your residential painting needs.

TIPS

Tips for Painting Trim Trim & Baseboard Painting Service near Albuquerque, NM :If you decide to do the exterior trim of your home, always begin at the corner and brush smoothly away from it. Use a brush made for small panels. Do not try to add another coat before the first layer has dried completely. Remove the windows and doors if possible; otherwise, apply painter's tape to avoid blotches.

Here are some other tips to ensure a professional and smooth exterior trim job:

● Prepare the surface with a shaver or hand scraper. ● Sand afterward and apply epoxy or caulk as needed, depending on the material of the trim. ● Make sure any caulking or epoxy applied has thoroughly dried. ● Clean the trim with a mixture of water and bleach and use stiff, bristled brush to get rid of dirt, mold and grime. Rinse thoroughly before applying coating. ● If you have wood trim, you will need to apply a layer of primer before the first coat. You should use a primer that repels water and preserves the wood. ● Approach gables, eaves, dormers, windows, porches, stairs and gutters from the top down. Use a paint shield if needed and scrape away the splatters. ● Windowsills worn down by the elements might need additional coats.

COST

How Much Does It Cost To Paint Interior Or Exterior Trim? Typical Range: $500 - $1,500

Cost to Paint Trim

Painting trim on a 1,500-square-foot home with 500 linear feet of trim will cost $500 to $1,500 with an average cost of $700. Painting a porch to match adds $500 to $2,000. Shutters and soffits average $50 per piece. Most professionals charge $20 to $75 per hour. Detailed work, such as scroll work around eaves, molding and trim around sidelights and transom windows can double the total price.

The average cost to paint trim is $20 to $75 per hour. Repainting your molding, baseboards, wainscoting, windows and doors can renew the beauty of those areas without costing you a fortune on replacement. Working on trim is time-consuming and requires patience. Use a small brush, as rollers are too large for most trim.

Average Cost to Paint Trim*

● Average Cost $700 ● High Cost $1,500 ● Low Cost $500

Cost to Paint Exterior Trim on a House

Painting exterior trim costs the same as interior, or about $1 to $3 per linear foot including both materials and labor. Adding difficult to reach areas, like dormers and second floor trim or soffits can add $1+ per linear foot. Make sure to purchase exterior paint. It has additives to resist fading from sunlight (UV rays) and molds and mildew. Interior paint additives give it better resistance to cleaners and scrubbing. Despite these differences, the price remains the same with many brands. However, a few brands charge up to 25% more for their exterior varieties

Cost to Paint Eaves, Fascia and Soffit Painting eaves, fascia and soffits all cost $2.50 to $6.00 per linear foot. This project is often combined with trim or overall exterior painting.

Cost to Paint Interior Trim Interior trim painting, much like exterior, averages most between $500 and $1,500 for a standard 1,500-square-foot home. Although interior trim is often narrower than its exterior counterpart, it requires just as much time. The professional uses a smaller brush and must attend to more detailed work.

Expect your professional to quote you a price that includes all labor, paint and supplies. It might get tempting to search for a deal on materials yourself, but it’s best to leave this to your contractor for a couple reasons:

Professionals get paint for 30% to 50% cheaper than you can find it. They’ll know the best type and brand to use for each home and material type. If you decide to get your own paint, make sure it’s designed for interiors. Although there’s no cost difference between exterior and interior, it’s formulated to stand up to cleaning and daily use.

Cost to Paint a Baseboard

Baseboard, a specific type of trim, costs $1 to $5 per linear foot to paint. Because they are often much wider than casement or other types of trim, the job requires slightly more time to complete, and more materials.

FREQUENTLY ASKED QUESTIONS

What paint do I use on baseboards and trim?

You can use almost any type that matches the materials of your baseboards and trim. While trim paint exists, it’s not much different from the standard stuff.

What does it cost to add baseboard heaters?

The average cost to install a baseboard heater is $780. Homeowners might pay anywhere from $400 to $1,190 to add this type of heat source.

How much does it cost to paint ceilings, walls and trim together?

Depending on the size of your home, it’ll cost anywhere from $1,500 to $7,000 or more to paint everything together. Painting ceilings costs $200-$600 per room. Painting interior walls costs $100-$300 per room.

Do I need to caulk baseboards after painting? How much does that cost?

You should caulk baseboards before painting, not after. It’s not required but helps remove unsightly gaps between the baseboard and the floor and walls. Contractors include any caulking in their price at $1 to $3 per linear foot.

How much does it cost to remove paint from trim molding?

It’ll cost $1.50 to $4 per foot to remove existing trim paint depending on the size of the molding and the methods required to remove it.

How do I prep trim for paint?

To prep trim, follow these steps ● Remove old paint. ● Sanding as needed. ● Caulk and make any repairs as necessary. ● Tape off the trim.

Should I paint my wood trim white?

White is a common color for wood trim since it stands in contrast to most other colors. Because it’s common, it’s good to use when trying to sell your home.

How long does it take to paint trim?

It’ll take anywhere from 5 to 25 hours depending on how much trim you have, how ornate it is and the experience level of the professional.

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TVS Apache RR 310 The Eags Of Race Track

October 11, 2020

CRAFTED TO IMPOSE:            

Multi Information Race Computer

The TVS Apache Rr310 stays ahead in the race to the finish line not just on the track but in the race to the future as well. the race machine is equipped with a smartxonnect enabled multi information race computer.

  DEVELOPMENT

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oned by rigorous testing and unlimited laps on the race track with key inputs and feedback by the TVS racing team to ensure ultimate control on the track and street. racing heritage based expertise established since 1982, come standard with every TVS apache RR310.

CONCEPT  

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nspired by the deadliest predator the shark. the apache RR 310 is conceptualized to have an aggressive and ready to attack silhouette which is aided by a raked high tail and mass forward and minimalist tail design. the apache RR 310 most powerful apache till now is based on the akula concept which won the best concept bike of auto expo 2018 at New Delhi.

BI - LED TWIN PROJECTOR HEADLAMPS  

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ith aggressive brow line the first in its class Bi-LED twin projector headlamps offer higher intensity at day or night enabling you to ride with confidence at higher speeds.

TAIL LIGHT  

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nake facing inspired LED tail lights complete the high sporty rake tal by giving the Apache RR310 a unique visual signature in its class.

THROTTLE-BY - WIRE

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flick of the wrist now delivers precise performance on the track than ever before. the 2020 Apache Rr 310 is equipped with state of the art electronic throttle control ETC consisting of electronic throttle grip electronic throttle body ETB and electronic control unit ECU.

DUAL CHANNEL ABS

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he dual channel ABS is the perfect synthesis of performance and functionality. the ABS prevents wheel lock, and rear wheel liftoff protection keeps the racers wheels on the ground, even when braking late into corners.

RACE TUNED SLIPPER CLUTCH

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he all new RT slipper clutch allows for rapid downshifts that prevent rear wheel happing, allowing for later breaking and more precise cornering. the assist function tightly binds the clutch plates during acceleration, to provide enhanced torque charring capacity with reduced clutch operating force.

UNIQUE REVERSE INCLINED DOHC ENGINE

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he race derived 310CC  power plant makes upstream air being used effectively to pass through the air filter with ram effect. this innovation and unique design provides a compact engine layout resulting in mass centralization delivering best in class power to weight ratio.

LIQUED COOLED OIL COOLANT TECHNOLOGY

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n high performance Apache RR 310 engine, the engine oil heats up and loses its lubrication properties. Apache RR 310 has 23 rows of tubes for optimized cooling efficiency keeping the high revving engine at optimum temperature delivering maximum performance.

HYDRAULIC CAM CHAIN TENSIONER

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he hydraulic cam chain tensioner along with the drive is taken from a gear and has a bleed valve and check valve offering lesser maintenance and durable engine quality.

6 SPEED GEARBOX  

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he bottom mounted shift lever and gears with negative back rack angle machined in all the gears lug to lug allowed ease of engagement of gear and no slippage at higher speed for precision  shift quick launches and avoids false neutrals.

ENGINE & PERFORMANCE

Type : SI 4 stroke , 4 valve, single cylinder, liquid cooled reverse inclined

Engine capacity :  312.2CC

Maximum power : sport and track mode- 25 kw@ 9700 engine rpm, (34ps @ 9700 engine rpm), urban and rain mode - 19 kw @ 7600 engine rpm, (25.8ps @ 7600 engine rpm)

Maximum torque : Sport and track mode - 27.3Nm : 7700 engine rpm, Urban and rain mode - 25Nm @6700 engine rpm

Bore :  80 mm

Stroke : 62.1 mm

THINK BETTER CHANGE WELL BETTER

 VIJAY KRISHNAN   Moto advisor

 E-mail: techtamilinform@gmail.com

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