#Pola reply

[rollo-rolls]

Okay, I lied. This is the final update :P I was out of town for a weekend, I missed her and so today I edited her skin again and made improvements. I'm so happy :…) I can move onto new sims, yay!

[williamkisser]

✰— Pola Negri in her only French made movie „Fanatisme” (1934) + my attempts at tracking it down below

I SWEAR i HAVE to watch this. For the longest time i assumed it is a lost movie, until i found a person who once rented a DVD with it from a language school library. When I discovered this i immediately tracked down and contacted two French archives - including the Museum of Art and one American, all of which apparently are in possession of it, more or less in full. The George Eastman house quickly reached out to me and revealed they in fact own Fanatisme, available for public viewing on top of that! However, of course i am not in the US, therefore I can’t go there in person. Got to look further. The same day, Cinematheque Francaise answered my (poorly translated to French by google) question, explaining they do not have it, or at least they aren’t sure, although they reccomended me to get in touch with the National Audiovisual Institute and ask if it was ever broadcasted somewhere, which i’ll most likely do soon. I am only waiting for the Museum of Modern Art to reply, as apparently Pola Negri herself has donated the movie to them decades ago. I want to track that DVD SO BAD. My last resort will be probably confronting the person who rented that DVD and asking where they got it from and later contact that place. I will get my hands on this TRUST.

[chaplinlegend]

Charlie Chaplin and Pola Negri - 1923.

The day they announced their engagement.

They met on Charlie Chaplin first visit to Berlin September 1921. At that time Charlie Chaplin was an unknown in Germany, his films had not yet been seen. A year later Pola Negri came to Hollywood, her and Charlie Chaplin met again October 1922. Pola signed a contract with Paramount Pictures. January 28th 1923, Charlie Chaplin and Pola Negri hold a press conference and announce they are engaged. For the next 5 months - They break up, get back together again, break up etc - finally June 28th 1923 it is announced they have definitely broken up.

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CHARLIE ABROAD – BY CHARLES CHAPLIN

"(...) I left Paris to go to Germany. I came back to Paris. I made up my mind quite abruptly to go into Germany and spend several days in Berlin. It never entered my head that there might be passport difficulties. There weren’t. The Belgian inspector who looked at my passport as we came into Germany sent it back to me in the train with this message: “I see your face and I know it. You may go.” I was not recognized in Berlin. Not for a day. At the Adlon Hotel they did not know me at all. This was a great relief. I do not mean that I am ungrateful for the splendid receptions that have been given me everywhere. I mean I was glad, for a day or two, to be simply myself, to see Berlin without being seen. They have had only one of my pictures there, The Rink, a very old one. It was playing the week I arrived. The evening of my arrival, I went to the leading restaurant, the “smart” cafe of Berlin. I did not dress. I had been browsing about all day, and did not go back to my hotel. I was motioned unceremoniously to the farthest corner, and the tiniest table, of the big dining-room. It was a beautiful place, and there were many beautiful women and well-dressed men there. I couldn’t see much from my table, but I meekly sat there, and I enjoyed myself hugely. I was passing out as unceremoniously as I came, when a man from one of the good tables, rushed up to me. It was Al Kaufman, Paramount’s European representative. He brought me to his table. There sat Pola Negri and Mrs. Kaufman. She is a delightful person. Young, vivacious, beautiful. She speaks no English—she is Polish. you know, not German, even though she has played in the German pictures, Passion and Gypsy Blood—and we became good friends. I dined with the same party every one of the three nights I spent in Berlin. Negri is coming to America in January to make pictures in California. She will be a revelation. I also met Ernst Lubitsch, the German director of Deception and Passion and Gypsy Blood. He does not speak English; nothing but German— so we did not have many conversations. (...)"

Charles Chaplin, Charlie Abroad (1921) (x)

https://scrapsfromtheloft.com/movies/charlie-abroad/

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POLA NEGRI, "IN HER OWN WORDS"

"I met Charlie Chaplin on his first evening in Berlin. I was introduced to him at a party that I attended that evening with my friends Albert Kaufman and his wife at a fashionable Berlin restaurant called Palais Heinroth. Although I had heard the name Chaplin before, I was not fully aware of the actor’s position in the world of cinematography, nor had I seen any of his films. During the war, American films were not shown in Berlin, so Chaplin was not particularly well-known in Germany, nor were other stars from overseas. But since he summed up my professional achievements with a long list of compliments, I replied, not wanting to be indebted, that I considered him one of the greatest artists in the world, congratulating myself on my cleverness and diplomacy. It was only later that I learned that Charlie had used the same qualities, because when he met me, he had not seen a single one of my films!

Mr. Chaplin is endowed with a charming personality. He has a boyish charm and enthusiasm, and a wonderful gift for conversation. We met at several parties and I had the pleasure of watching him take on the roles of several different people. He never really stops acting, never misses an opportunity to indulge in imitation or parody.

Our acquaintance in Berlin was quite casual and far from romantic. I admired Chaplin as a personality and artist, but I have to admit that at that time every American I met had an irresistible charm for me. The reason for this was, above all, their respectful attitude towards women, so different from that of Europeans. American gentlemen treat every woman as a queen. How could I not like them?" (x)

This is a fragment of the text from the Polish book "Pola Negri - in their own words". The author of the book is Mariusz Kotowski - a researcher of Pola Negri's life and work. In this fragment, the author of the book tells the story of how Pola met Charlie Chaplin.

Unfortunately, I am not able to translate the entire article. This book was published in 2014.

[theladyofshalott1989]

Writing Prompt #3: Poppy Sweeting x F!OC (Apolonia "Pola" Reytan)

Thanks to @caramel-hufflepuff for providing the third prompt and for letting me borrow her Slytherin OC, Apolonia "Pola" Reytan:

Poppy x OC. Pola is a Slytherin with a hopeless “want to be her/wants to be with her” crush on Poppy.

Word Count: 823

Rating: Teen ✨✨✨

“You dropped this.”

Pola stopped in her tracks, her heart skipping a beat. She recognized that voice. 

For the past few hours, she’d been studying furiously in the library, attempting to make up for her lack of interest in Transfiguration, which had been showing lately in her marks. 

Professor Weasley had not been pleased with Pola’s recent essay on the process of transforming an inanimate object into a living creature. “Needs work,” she’d scribbled at the top of the yellowed parchment. Her essay had been covered in Weasley’s slanted script. Notably, most of what Pola had written had been crossed out. 

It was unfair. Uncalled for, in fact! It wasn’t Pola’s fault that Transfiguration wasn’t nearly as interesting as Herbology or Care of Magical Creatures. Her beloved mama and tata couldn’t hear of her getting poor marks, that wouldn’t do. So, she had reluctantly skipped out on a rousing game of Exploding Snap with Violet in order to study her Transfiguration textbook instead. 

But back to the present moment. 

Pola turned slowly, masking the expression on her face, hoping to conceal her shock and delight. If her suspicion was correct - and it must be - that unmistakably sweet voice belonged to none other than Poppy Sweeting. Poppy, the young woman who had secretly captured Pola’s heart since fifth year. ‘Secretly’ being the operative word. 

Poppy’s infectious grin nearly brought her to her knees. Pola somehow managed to find her voice. “Good evening, Poppy.” 

“Good evening!” Poppy chirped in reply, extending a quill towards Pola. “It appears you dropped this.” 

Pola leaned forward to inspect the quill and was immediately enveloped in the comforting aroma of cinnamon and clove. She blinked before saying, “Oh. Yes, that does appear to be mine.” 

Poppy chuckled, her smile warm and inviting. Pola gulped. “So, are you going to take it, or do I get to keep it?” she teased, her deep brown eyes sparkling. 

Pola's heart raced as she struggled to compose herself. "Erm, no, I-I'll take it," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. She snatched her quill from Poppy’s outstretched hand and stuffed it in her robe pocket. 

Merlin, this was embarrassing. Poppy had surely noticed she was nervous. There was no hiding it. Pola had the sudden, extremely uncharacteristic urge to flee from the room. Just as she was about to make her escape, Poppy intervened.

Poppy leaned in closer. Pola inhaled sharply. "Hey, are you alright?" Poppy asked, her voice soft.

“Perfectly fine,” Pola snapped defensively. Regret instantly washed over her as Poppy’s cheerful demeanor faltered.

Poppy's brows furrowed slightly. "Oh," she murmured, taking a small step back.

Pola's heart sank. She hastily tried to backtrack, her nerves only worsening, which meant the distinct lilt of her Polish accent was that much more pronounced. "I-I mean, sorry, I didn't mean it like that," she stammered. She counted herself fortunate that she wasn’t easily prone to blushing.  

“Oh, it’s alright,” Poppy said, waving her hands in the air as if to dismiss Pola’s apology. “No harm done.”

Pola managed a faint smile. “Thanks,” she murmured, absentmindedly tugging at one of her braids resting against her chest.

Poppy's cheerfulness returned in full force as she grinned. “Actually, now that you’re here, it’s a perfect opportunity for me to ask you for a favor.”

Pola arched a brow. “A favor?”

“Yes! I haven’t seen you around much lately… and I was wondering…” She paused before continuing in a rush, “I was wondering if you’d like to join me for a butterbeer sometime? Preferably soon?”

Pola's eyes widened, her mind racing as she processed Poppy's invitation. Was Poppy asking her out on a date? Was this really happening? It felt surreal, almost too good to be true. She fought the impulse to pinch herself, afraid she might wake up. 

“Pola?” Poppy’s voice brought her back to reality.

“Yes!” Pola blurted out. 

Poppy’s face lit up with a radiant smile. “I was hoping you’d say that.” And then, in an unexpectedly bold move, she offered her arm to Pola. “Are you free now?” she asked. 

Pola hesitated for the briefest of moments, her nerves fluttering like a Jobberknoll in her chest. But then, with a determined nod, she reached out and accepted Poppy’s arm. The touch ignited a spark within her, and she couldn't help but smile back at Poppy's infectious enthusiasm.

"Yes," Pola replied, her voice steadier now. "Yes, in fact, I am.” 

“Good,” Poppy replied, pulling Pola in. They were inches apart now, close enough for Pola to feel the warmth of Poppy's breath on her skin. In fact, they were so close that if she drummed up the courage, Pola could easily kiss her. For now, she resisted, but… she wasn’t sure how long that restraint would last. 

As they strolled out of the library arm in arm, Pola couldn’t shake the feeling that this could, finally, be the start of something beautiful. Fancy that.

[nobotderiz]

Cohortisposit

You can read this data stream if you want. From there to you eyes, then in your head. Something will come out; a dream, an idea...

Watching movies gives you ideas for more, yes or no?

The world is past a hump, rate of changes will increase. All is in the measure. Be comforted in knowing that a machine will be able to spew a report to let you know the end date for real. The end one thing at a time. During WW2, a metal was mined to exhaustion, no more...

'Black holes' are not that black eh.

'Like a Virus.. Yeee! Touched for the very first time…'

It's real easy to emit an imprint. Where is my lunch eh?

'... Crumbs...'

Ladies, just hook 'Colossus' on the 'p's

Ladies figured out the depth of the heavens. Then a bloke showed up and took credit.

At the beginning was a feeder mechanism. It had to be or you would not.

Variable one was a decaying, then there was light. What could have caused that? A division.

At sum point, the future is there.

'Figure it out and it will spark.'

'Ouch ayoyedonc'. Looks like the Donald is like a kid too old to be put into a pen but still needs it.

After the darkslide comes a newslide.

It can always be more explicit.

It's a bad habit being snooped at the executive level eh, good thing they don't do much up there.

The issue is that no one can talk to them as equals. Hierarchy dictates, at sum point. I had a boss once who asked me 'Who should I fire in this company', I could not reply honestly.

What is real freedom. It's gonna be from you. One to, to one.

It's going to go fast way sooner than you figure.

Reddit - Dive into anything – @nobotderiz in Deriznobot on Tumblr

[tauremornalome]

Poem Ask meme

Julian Tuwim

Lokomotywa

Stoi na stacji lokomotywa,

Ciężka, ogromna i pot z niej spływa:

Tłusta oliwa.

Stoi i sapie, dyszy i dmucha,

Żar z rozgrzanego jej brzucha bucha:

Uch - jak gorąco!

Puff - jak gorąco!

Uff - jak gorąco!

Już ledwo sapie, już ledwo zipie,

A jeszcze palacz węgiel w nią sypie.

Wagony do niej podoczepiali

Wielkie i ciężkie, z żelaza, stali,

I pełno ludzi w każdym wagonie,

A w jednym krowy, a w drugim konie,

A w trzecim siedzą same grubasy,

Siedzą i jedzą tłuste kiełbasy,

A czwarty wagon pełen bananów,

A w piątym stoi sześć fortepianów,

W szóstym armata - o! jaka wielka!

Pod każdym kołem żelazna belka!

W siódmym dębowe stoły i szafy,

W ósmym słoń, niedźwiedź i dwie żyrafy,

W dziewiątym - same tuczone świnie,

W dziesiątym - kufry, paki i skrzynie,

A tych wagonów jest ze czterdzieści,

Sam nie wiem, co się w nich jeszcze mieści.

Lecz choćby przyszło tysiąc atletów

I każdy zjadłby tysiąc kotletów,

I każdy nie wiem jak się wytężał,

To nie udźwigną, taki to ciężar.

Nagle - gwizd!

Nagle - świst!

Para - buch!

Koła - w ruch!

Najpierw -- powoli -- jak żółw -- ociężale,

Ruszyła -- maszyna -- po szynach -- ospale,

Szarpnęła wagony i ciągnie z mozołem,

I kręci się, kręci się koło za kołem,

I biegu przyspiesza, i gna coraz prędzej,

I dudni, i stuka, łomoce i pędzi,

A dokąd? A dokąd? A dokąd? Na wprost!

Po torze, po torze, po torze, przez most,

Przez góry, przez tunel, przez pola, przez las,

I spieszy się, spieszy, by zdążyć na czas,

Do taktu turkoce i puka, i stuka to:

Tak to to, tak to to , tak to to, tak to to.

Gładko tak, lekko tak toczy się w dal,

Jak gdyby to była piłeczka, nie stal,

Nie ciężka maszyna, zziajana, zdyszana,

Lecz fraszka, igraszka, zabawka blaszana.

A skądże to, jakże to, czemu tak gna?

A co to to, co to to, kto to tak pcha,

Że pędzi, że wali, że bucha buch, buch?

To para gorąca wprawiła to w ruch,

To para, co z kotła rurami do tłoków,

A tłoki kołami ruszają z dwóch boków

I gnają, i pchają, i pociąg się toczy,

Bo para te tłoki wciąż tłoczy i tłoczy,

I koła turkocą, i puka, i stuka to:

Tak to to, tak to to, tak to to, tak to to!...

jkbdshfjxbc love you 🚂

gotta give out awards here in categories. the most personally quotable award goes to RU SZY ŁA MA SZY NA PO SZY NACH OS PA LE ... I KRĘCISIĘ KRĘCISIĘ KOŁO ZAKOŁEM

favourite rhyme goes to "lecz choćby przyszło tysiąc atletów, i każdy zjadłby tysiąc kotletów"

aaand favourite line pronunciation-wise has to be żArrrr z rrrrozgRZAnego jej BRZUcha BUcha

[send me a poem and i will reply with my favourite lines from it]

[sciuritoxin]

A Wish to Hold Onto

Short story, 2.482 words This is a Pokemon-based story, about two children who make a great discovery and have greater dreams! This story was written as part of a writing contest for the Pokemon Workshop community under the following rules: must follow a specific prompt ("A mysterious object fell from the sky and landed near town. What could it be?"), has to be below 2.500 words. While I'm really happy with how the story turned out, I want to add a disclaimer: One of the protagonists is hard of hearing and the characters communicate a lot via sign language - I am neither hard of hearing or know any sign language. While I did a good amount of research to get it as well as I can, I would still appreciate any feedback I can get! And now, onto the story after the Read More! ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Jodie waited at the edge of the forest. The gentle morning breeze brushed through the leaves and made her hair flutter. The young girl crouched next to the path and picked at the grass, snapping blade after blade and throwing them to the side. She kept it up until she heard a voice call her from behind. “Hey, Jodie!” Flavio called. When Jodie noticed him, she jumped up and turned around in excitement. She hadn’t waited for long, but any duration was an eternity when you were raring to go. Flavio ran up to her. He was followed by an Electrike that kept up with his step. As soon as they were close enough, Jodie immediately jumped forward and picked up the poor puppy. “Riiiiiiin! Nice to see you!” She held her face close to Rin and touched noses. At the same time, a Swablu landed on the young boy’s curly-haired head and perched comfortably. Flavio was slightly startled as always, but he quickly got used to it again. He reached up to the bird on his head and brushed through his cloud like plumage. Jodie still held tight onto the Electrike - who clearly wanted to be let go already, but wasn’t going to hurt the girl for it. The girl looked at her friend. As soon Flavio had her attention again, he pulled his other hand out of his pocket.

“Why are we going exploring? Did you find something?” He signed with his hands and furrowed his brow for the question. Jodie took a moment to process the words, but it made her gently put Rin back onto the ground. “Last night I saw a…” She signed back, but she was missing the right words. She paused for a moment. Instead of struggling to find a sign she didn’t know, she just said the words out loud. “Falling star.” Flavio nodded in agreement. He was hard of hearing, but the morning at the edge of the forest was quiet enough for him to understand what his friend said. Seeing Jodie try so hard always made him smile - she was the only one close to him who wanted to learn sign language with him. Jodie sighed, disappointed in her lacking vocabulary. Then she continued signing, “I saw it fall into the forest!” She vaguely pointed out the path she saw the star fall. “I’m sure we can find it!” Flavio was starting to feel the weight of the Swablu on his head more, so he picked it up with both hands and gently put it down on the ground. Levi was pretending to sleep, but as Rin approached him, he opened his eyes and they greeted each other. “Sounds like a fun adventure!” He signed back - while he was generally more cautious, there was still clear excitement written in his face. “Then let’s go!” Jodie replied.

She turned around and pumped a fist into the sky. At first the two traveled down the regular forest path, until Jodie was sure that they were close to the spot where she saw the star hit the earth. The ground was uneven - roots, sticks, leaves and mosses all around. Jodie wore her regular sneakers, while Flavio came prepared with some heavier hiking boots. He was always a bit concerned at how aloof Jodie was in each situation - but it also made him feel weirdly comfortable. It contrasted his more calculated nature. Their Pokemon were also polar opposites. Jodie’s Swablu, Levi, was constantly flying ahead, landing on one branch then another. It was as if the bird could never sit still - unless it sat on Flavio’s head. Meanwhile Rin, his Electrike, followed loyally always by his side. After all, she was trained to help him out, but she was also his Pokemon.

They waded through a hilly and uneven forest. They slid down a slope of loose dirt, climbed up a steep incline holding onto roots and branches. The day was warm and their journey uneventful. Flavio didn’t bother asking Jodie if she had any idea where they were heading - he just tried his best to keep up. Once she had her head set on something, she wouldn’t let go. The pair traveled like that for a few hours before Jodie stopped. She closed her eyes and listened for a moment. It took only a quick whistle for Levi to come swooping down in front of her from one of the surrounding branches.

“We must be close, can you take a look around?” She asked the Swablu. While talking, she tried to match the contents of what she was saying with her hands, but that confused her and her hands didn’t really do what she wanted. Flavio raised an eyebrow at what he saw. Levi replied in a dutiful chirp and immediately flew off. Jodie turned around to view Flavio. “The birds in the area are very active, something must be close,” she signed. Flavio nodded. Now he knew better what his friend asked of Levi, even though it wasn’t hard to guess. The two of them stood up on a hill and looked around. Rin waited around them, but she tried her best to find some scent that could lead them to an answer. Before she could find anything, Levi returned. He landed on Jodie’s head, and turned to face a certain direction. Jodie wasn’t entire sure where to look, as the bird on top of her head wasn’t in her own field of vision and just the pulling of her hair wasn’t an ideal indicator. Thankfully it made it quite easy for Flavio to find the direction. He walked up next to Jodie and stopped her flailing, then pointed at some trees in the distance. While it wasn’t easy to tell, some of them had fallen over, potentially cracked by a falling star. Jodie yelped in excitement and immediately darted off without saying a word. Flavio sighed. He found Rin trying to dig something up, but after a whistle she was right back at his side.

It didn’t take them long to find the site of the impact. A cracked rock lay in the middle of a crater of burned grass and a tree that was snapped in half. The two children approached the rock. Flavio with care, Jodie without. She immediately dashed up to the rock, but instead of inspecting it further, she got up and waited for Flavio to arrive. The boy knelt down to get a good look at the space stone. It looked like a boring brown rock, but it was cracked right in the middle. Inside of the rock however were some smaller, transparent stones growing like crystals underground - rounded and gem like, but no specific color, just see through. Flavio managed to crack one out of the rock, it really felt a bit too perfectly rounded. He managed to get a second, similar one out. Upon further inspection, the other transparent rocks that he could see were shattered and broken. He handed one of the two rocks to Jodie. In her excitement she held it up into the sunlight. It sparkled nicely, but there was nothing particularly interesting about it other than the shape.

“What are these?” Jodie signed, with the rock still in her hands. Flavio put his into his pocket. “I have no idea, but they are very pretty,” he replied with an uncertain look on his face. Jodie suddenly had a mischievous smile on her face. “Come on, become a trainer with me! Be my rival! These rocks are our proof!” She signed excitedly. Flavio sighed and shook his head. This wasn’t the first time Jodie wanted this from him, and it wasn’t the first time he would decline it. “I don’t want to battle, I just want to study Pokemon,” he replied. Jodie wasn’t ever satisfied with that answer, but she didn’t get much time to retort. Rin jumped to the edge of the crater and growled at the trees. A loud rumble sounded and the earth shook. Jodie heard the sound of falling trees not far from them - and it came closer. Then the trees around their clearing started to fall and a gigantic Steelix appeared, looking directly at them. Neither of them had ever heard about such monsters being in the forest this close to their village. Rin turned in a panic and barked. She ran towards her trainer and urged for him follow. While Jodie and Flavio stood still in shock for a moment, the urgency of the situation quickly reached them and they ran as fast as they could.

Levi was a bit slow to realize what was going on. He still snoozed on top of a branch as the others were fleeing. His eyes however shot open when the Steelix crashed into the clearing. The falling star was swallowed whole as the monster rushed after the others, evidently wanting more. The forest they had casually trekked through earlier now proved treacherous as they fled from a gigantic metal snake. Climbing up an incline wasn’t so enjoyable under threat anymore, and slopes proved to be even more dangerous- Jodie ran ahead, she was slightly faster than Flavio. While her shoes didn’t provide the best protection against nature, they made running easy. Levi flew past her, but just a little bit ahead the bird stopped in the air and panicked. Jodie didn’t realize what her partner was trying to tell her until the ground beneath her feet disappeared. Another steep slope, but this time she was running too fast and instead of sliding down, she jumped.

“Cliiiiiiiff!” She screamed. Luckily for her, Levi caught her. While the bird wasn’t nearly strong enough to lift the child, he at least managed to slow her fall enough for her to not seriously injure herself. It still wasn’t a pleasant landing. Up above, Flavio couldn’t hear what Jodie yelled, but Rin did. The Electrike immediately sprinted ahead of her trainer as fast as she could and stopped right in front of the slope. She looked back at Flavio in a warning, and he understood it. Just before he reached the slope, he slowed down and was able to slide down with ease. The Steelix however was still on their toes. They saw its silhouette block out the sun from above and ran as fast as they could. The monster crashed into the ground behind them. The ground gave in to the heavy beast. An underground cavern swallowed up the beast, but also the forest around it. The ground bent and rocks and trees fell into the growing hole. With her sprained ankle, Jodie didn’t get away in time. The ground gave away beneath her feet. The shock made her let go of the stone she was holding onto. Flavio had noticed that something about Jodie’s movement was off, so he kept an eye on her. As she fell into the hole, he reached out for her and just barely managed to catch her while still holding onto a tree that managed to keep itself firmly rooted. In the process, his own stone slid out of his pocket.

Rin and Levi took notice. In the split second they needed to reassure themselves that Flavio and Jodie were fine, they took action. Levi flew head first into the hole and darted towards the faintly sparkling rock. Rin jumped down onto a tree that stood horizontally on the wall of the hole, and like a lightning zipped to the other side, catching the second falling stone. In the mean time Flavio pulled Jodie into safety. The two breathed heavily as they distanced themselves from the hole, in case it would grow even further. The threat of the Steelix seemed gone for now, but they didn’t want to linger for too long. Both of them waited for their partners to return. They saw them recklessly jump into the hole, but they weren’t in a position to call them off. It didn’t take long for Levi and Rin to follow them. Both proudly carried the stones and dropped them into the palms of their trainers. Flavio and Jodie were surprised when they beheld their stones again. No longer were they empty. The clear stones suddenly had a swirly pattern go right through their center and they felt slightly warm to touch - though that may have been a side effect of being carried by snout and beak. After a moment of silence and wonder, Flavio clutched his fist with the stone in it. He turned around to face Jodie. This time with the rock in his palm, and with a determined look on his face, he signed to Jodie, “I will become a trainer, there’s so much I can learn through battle. But as your rival, I won’t make it easy for you.” Not being able to contain her excitement, the girl gave a loud cheer that echoed through the forest.

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“And with such a mighty thunder, the Crawdaunt is defeated!” The announcer’s voice echoed through the stadium. “Things are heating up! Both contestants are down to their last Pokemon, and we all know by now who contestant Jodie’s last Pokemon is!” Jodie didn’t let the audience wait, but more importantly she wasn’t going to let Flavio and Rin wait. She threw her Pokeball and Levi the Altaria appeared on the battlefield. “It is none other than her trusty partner! Now the true final battle of our Greatest Up-comer Tournament starts! But wait, what’s going on?”

Instead of kicking the battle off immediately as they did with their other Pokemon, the Altaria and the Manectric approached each other until they peacefully met in the middle of the arena. Rin was already a little exhausted from her fight against Jodie’s Crawdaunt, but she was still more than excited to take on Levi. The two of them greeted each other cheerfully, then turned around and walked back to their partners. “It seems like our last two Pokemon have some history with each other!” The announcer voiced in surprise.

Jodie and Flavio looked at each other from a distance. They didn’t need to exchange any words to know what the other was thinking or feeling. Flavio was still surprised that Jodie’s enthusiasm managed to carry him this far in battles. Jodie was thrilled that her wish became reality.

Both of them held their arms up, showing wristbands set with the very stones they found as children. They made eye contact with their partners. Each of them was ready to give it their all, to really show where their journey as trainers has led them. The stones glowed brightly and a powerful energy engulfed Levi and Rin. It was the bonds they shared with their Pokemon that gave them the power of Mega Evolution.

There was no audience and no announcer anymore. It was only Flavio, Jodie, Rin, and Levi. A fight between friends.

[light-daybook]

Memang kita engga usah cari tau apa yang seharusnya kita engga tau:)

Dengan posisi istirahat habis ngurus adek, keinginan kepoku menang.

Aku membuka chat instagram mantan pacar suami. Ku scroll sampai atas ternyata sejak 2016 intens berkomunikasi, dengan pola (saat itu) pacar saya yang selalu membalas story si mbak ini. Sempat terlihat mbak ini tidak nyaman karena menjawab seadanya (dengan dry text) dan tidak pada hari itu juga. Tapi selalu saja ditanggapi oleh pacar aku (saat itu).

Obrolan terus berlanjut. Semakin panjang, semakin personal.

"Semangat ya"

"Gapapa ini aku chat?"

"Sehat to?"

"Istirahat istirahat"

Dan masih banyak lainnya. Jarang kirim emot ke pacarnya ternyata kirim emot ke mantan. Basa basinya banyak. Selalu cari topik obrolan apa aja boleh. Dilihat dari waktunya yang paling intens adalah tahun 2018 dan Juli 2019. Ternyata saat aku sibuk ngurus UKM dan pergi KKN. KKN di tempat entah berantah, tanpa sinyal telfon dan internet. Ternyata intens chat sama mantan.

Berlanjut ke 2020, 2021, 2022 masih juga selalu reply story si mbak. 2023 kosong. Dan dimulai lagi tahun 2024 karena ada konser Maroon 5. Tapi notifikasinya pesan terbatas yang ternyata mereka sudah tidak berteman lagi di instagram. Aku yakin, ini pasti si mbak yang cut the ties.

Setelah proses semuanya rasanya hampa..

Aku kecewa.

Kecewa.

Marah.

Aku selalu menjaga diri untuk jauh jauh dari hal "romantisasi hubungan dengan teman", sampai mantanku pun aku kasih batasan jelas hubungan pertemanan "mantan" ini gimana. Tapi ternyata engga dilakukan oleh orang yang kupercayai bisa menjaga hubungan itu.

"Tapi kan itu udah beberapa tahun yang lalu"

Iya, tapi baru tau sekarang. Apa gaboleh kalo aku marah? Apa gaboleh aku kecewa?

.

.

In the end, we are alone

.

.

Aku sendirian

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[ihearttseliot]

"When I was a boy, my father, a baker, introduced me to the wonders of song. He urged me to work very hard to develop my voice. Arrigo Pola, a professional tenor in my hometown of Modena, Italy, took me as a pupil. I also enrolled in a teachers' college. On graduating, I asked my father, "Shall I be a teacher or a singer?"

'Luciano', my father replied, 'if you try to sit on two chairs, you will fall between them. For Life, you must choose one chair.'"

-LUCIANO PAVAROTTI

[siluney]

Lagi megangin kepala supaya otak enggak lepas.

Pernah ngerasa rasa-rasanya pengen jadi orang polos aja yang kalau dikritik dan dikasih masukan nggak ngerasa sedih, nggak ngerasa shitty, nggak ngerasa perlu dikasihani. Pernah ngerasa rasa-rasanya pengen jadi orang yang nggak pernah dicap pinter, jadi nggak perlu ngerasa punya beban aku harus jadi yang pertama, aku harus bisa a, aku harus tau b, aku harus semua-muanya yang otak orang pada umumnya nggak nyampe.

Sampai akhirnya waktu udah masuk bangku kuliah nggak mau lagi jadi yang begitu, mau jadi yang biasa-biasa aja, ditambah cowok yang pernah aku taksir pernah bilang kalau ngerjain tugas nggak usah terlalu sempurna. Aku yang buta ini iya-iya aja (dan aku iyain beneran dalam aksi). Terus waktu masanya ngerjain skripsi lagi nangis-nangisnya bikin latar belakang, aku tanya dia karna butuh validasi.

Skripsi nggak perlu terlalu sempurna juga 'kah?

Aku tanya sambil reply bubble chat yang udah berapa tahun lalu bicarain tugas kuliah yang nggak perlu sempurna itu. Akhirnya dia jawab tanpa babibu nyeletuk nggak ada angin nggak ada hujan nanya gituan, atau kasih reaksi yang senada dengan anjir chat udah seabad lalu. Dia jawab

Asal udah diacc dospem aja.

Asal pas sidang bisa pertahanin argumenmu.

Aku nangis lagi. Dulu dia cari definisi sesuatu buat makalah aja bingung. Sekarang enggak, udah punya pola pikir yang lebih terpola daripada insan yang lagi ngetik ini.

Aku kayaknya kelamaan istirahat, dibawa mikir nangis. Emang benar otak kayak mesin, kalo enggak dipake fungsinya menurun. Dipake aja menurun, apalagi enggak. Bedanya kalo dipake ada output, kalo enggak dipake kayak nggak ada gunanya eksistensinya di dunia.

Terima kasih otak sudah mau bertahan di kepalaku. Aku janji bakal rawat dan nggak sampai ngebul. Kita istirahat kalau capek, kita makan eskrim kalau panas, kita dengarin duka supaya tetap waras.

[kwiecista]

Please come talk to me about how/when/why/under what circumstances your muse realized that Pola came back to life after the partitions and their reaction to the news.

[hyunjins]

how it started: you calling me a furry on nctzen tumblr

how it's going: us both having a form of furry icon and thinking it's the funniest thing they ever did 😎👍✨

(thanks for joining the team you furry legend mwah love u)

STFUSKDMJDS I LOVE U i literally yelled last night and couldn’t stop laughing throughout the whole thing like 😭😭😭😭 i did NOT think they’d take it to this level SKSMDHSKDNS

[a-night-on-polaris]

Are you mad that the one girl posted those audios? Cause now I think she started shit and I'm very annoyed with her. She REALLY IS everywhere. That anon has every right to be mad at her because she's jeopardizing our game. She's not even a long time fan. I went through her blog and I think she used to be an aesthetics blog or something. I don't know who the first anon was, but I kind of agree with him or her. She should at least apologize, but she hasn't...

Ok, sorry for taking time to answer you. Fridays are always busy days for me.

This probably become a little long so I'll put it under the cut.

Sorry in advance, as everyone knows (or can see) english isnt my native language.

First I'll reply directly to your question. And my answer is "no". 

Why I should be mad with her? I cant find a reason, really. The thing is you shouldn't either, but it's okay because you're in your right to do it if you want (just like the rude anon). We are free people. All of us. But the way you express yourself makes the difference. First anon was rude and violent but, even if I think that you're wrong with this, you arent disrespecting anyone and that's why Im here, answering you.Not everyone can agree all the time, nor we can love the same things (thanks to Odin!)

Our freedom of opinion and expression allows us to be against something without any inconvenience... as long as your freedom doesn’t interfere with another person's freedom. Then, each of us have the right to post whatever we want: You, the rude anon, me, and also Fureiaa, of course.Social networks give us a wonderful tool that allow us to block things and people that annoy us. Unfortunately, we dont have that harmless option in real life, and if, for ex., we have a stupid co-worker most likely we have to endure it (or change our job). Use that option, just use it in whatever its bothers you and live happily. We have too many problems in our daily lives to bear hate and bad vibes in the fandom. Really.

If Fureiaa 'is everywhere' just block her, but even if you dont like it, she can post whatever she wants.Were too many Fureiaa's posts? maybe, who knows, the fact is that Im not the one to say anything about it because is something subjetive... just like what is 'quality content' and what isnt. What is definitely WRONG, is practically forcing someone to stop posting what they want on their blog just because we dont like it.

But is good to debate, and I like to do it, even if its about an issue that should already disappear...

You use the words 'our game' in your message. Yes, 'ours', that includes Fureiaa!'She's not even a long time fan' > Neither I!... I hope you've been kidding me! I play Slbp since november and I discovered the fandom in Tumblr in january or something like that. Does that make me better or worse than someone else here? Im sure not. We are equals. I really dont think it's relevant that Fureiaa did on her blog before playing slbp or tenka. Not at all.

I dont even understand why she should apologize... She didn't do anything more than post those audios and was violently treated as if she enjoyed kicking puppies or something like that...> Note: I dont know Fureiaa, I never talk to her, I dont follow her and I dont think she's follow me either. Its doesn matter because basically I thinks the same thing about everyone.Think about all this again, really

Anyway, if you want to say something else, here I am.

[sporadicthingcollection]

I love Irno's relationship with Vincenzo and I like to think that even though Vincenzo and Cad have a mutual respect, sometimes Cad will mess with Irno. He'll be biting her, but he's not really hurting her, Irno will be laughing and they are having a good time. But at some point she's going to say “Cad, stop!” because he is tickling her, but Vincenzo is going to be like “MISTRESS IS IN DANGER!!!!” and he's going to jump on Cad and defend his Mistress.

I go hard in this house.

99 Problems: Entry #82 (Cad Bane x F!Reader)

Summary: You are Irno Favara. Sometimes you like to play hard to get.

Pairing: Cad Bane x F!Reader

Rating: 🌶 Explicit 🌶

Word Count: ~3.4k

Warnings: Dildos, chasing, rough sex, anal sex, mild animal misuse, pegging, cuddles

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THINGS I KNOW ABOUT CAD BANE

#82: he likes vince??? i think??? sometimes he does and sometimes i worry he’s going to test out whether or not there really is more than one way to skin a cat.

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You are Irno Favara. And right now, you are standing over a pot of boiling water. Not for soup, not for tea, but for the sterilization of a dildo. You really should have done this a few days ago, but you’ve never been too good at scheduling.

You lower the silicone member into the pot. Time to get some long-overdue cleaning done... Or you could read the latest Pink Pirates installment. The author dropped a surprise release and you've been chomping at the bit to read it.

You try to bribe yourself. Get the galley clean and then read. And, to your credit, you get a counter washed down. But you sit for a moment to download the book and... accept that you are a weak-willed woman and get comfy.

You've just begun chapter three -- Artemisia and Cachi's escape pod is adrift in the Pincer Nebula -- when the familiar clunking of rocket-propelled boots walking across tile reaches your ears. Somewhere in your mind, you're aware of it, but you're too engrossed in your reading to pay it any attention.

"No, I ain't gonna play wit' ya. I let ya chase Todo around already." Cad is, presumably, talking to Vince. He'll never admit it, but he's grown awfully fond of the little fella. "An' quit weavin'. I'm jus' gonna step on ya."

He tramps down the steps into the galley. Vince seems to give up on his wanting attention and returns the way he came. Poor little fella. You’ll give him some fish tonight as a treat.

As soon as Cad realizes there's a pot boiling, he goes right to it. For as dour a man as he is, he is still a man, and men think with their stomachs. 

"What's fer--" He lifts the lid and stops dead. "...girlie."

"Yes?" you reply without looking up. Artemesia is trying to fix the heating system, but it looks like it's busted. They're going to have to strip down and cuddle up...

"Ya got a dick in here," Cad says flatly.

"I know," you reply. Aw, even despite the fact they've already slept together, Cachi's getting blushy about seeing her naked...

Long, bulb-tipped fingers push the edge of the holopad down, bringing you face to face with Cad's crotch. Based on the tent, he appears to be half-hard. You look up to see him frowning. "Ya gonna tell me why or are ya gonna keep me in suspense?"

You blink at him for a moment. Then you remember where you are and what's going on. "To sterilize it," you say. "Get anything unsavory off."

His brow scrunches up. "But ya cook with dat pot."

"And?"

Face still scrunched, he looks at the stove, then back at you. "...Dat thing was inside me."

You can't help but laugh. "It's boiling water! It'll kill anything on the dildo and in the pot. And besides..." You stand. He's not wearing his duster, so you're able to easily give his rear end a firm pinch. "You were pretty clean to begin with."

For such a dour man, he gets awfully blushy whenever you go for his ass. He sucks in a breath and goes straight as a rod, a big green splotch spreading across his cheeks. It contrasts nicely with his eyes.

You switch the heat off and remove the pot from the stove. You pluck the implement from the water with tongs and dump the water down the sink. Steam rises to warm your face as you set the pot down. "I always wash everything afterwards, if it makes you feel any better--"

A pair of hands on your hips and lips on your ear make you jump. Cad pins you against the counter, his now two-thirds-hard cock pressing against the curve of your ass.

He drags his tongue up the shell of your ear, giving it a gentle nip. "I was thinkin' ya let me use dat next time," he murmurs. "Fill ya up twice as much."

"Two in one or one in each?" you reply.

You took two in your pussy once. It hurt a lot and it only lasted about fifteen seconds before your pussy ejected both, but you did it for the sole purpose of bragging rights -- not that you go around telling everyone about that sort of thing. Just the horny men.

And the way he goes stiff and cranes his neck to look at you, face completely blank, sends a thrill right through you.

"Look me in de eyes an' ask dat again," he says.

You don’t need to be told twice. You like looking into his eyes. They remind you of ruby cabochons, polished so perfectly round that they catch the light with a glossy luster. They'd be worth millions.

Hell, you like looking at his face in general. You haven't decided if he's handsome yet, but he's just so... interesting. If his eyes are gems, his face is the relic they're set in. Lined and tarnished and filled with so much character. Utterly priceless. Ought to be in a museum so you could steal him for yourself.

Ugh. This man makes you think such ridiculous things.

"Well?" he asks, snapping you out of your larcenous musings.

And he has teeth like worn, weathered ivory. You really shouldn't find that attractive and yet.

It takes you a second to remember what he was originally asking about. Double penetration. Right.

"I can fit two dicks in there," you say proudly.

His eyes widen, then his brows rise. His cock follows. “Don’t believe ya.”

You’re... actually a little offended. “I’ve told you wilder things,” you say, “and that’s the one you don’t believe?”

He spins you around to face him, placing his hands on the edge of the counter to trap you. He’s trying to look intimidated, but the flush makes it unconvincing. “You been lyin’ to me, li’l lady?”

You actually pause for a moment. You don’t think you’ve lied to him... Exaggerated a little bit, perhaps. But never lied. You think.

He doesn’t like your hesitation. He lunges for your lips, but you slip under his arms and jump away. He takes a step towards you, fangs glinting.

You feel like playing hard to get. So, hard to get you will be.

Cad narrowly misses the hem of your dress as you dodge past him and up the stairs, but he’s got longer legs and is right behind you.

You're halfway up the ladder to the Justifier when he snatches you by the ankles. You squeal as he yanks you downwards.

You land in a sprawling heap atop him. You try to scramble away, but he grips your waist and rolls you over, trapping you between his wiry arms.

His chest heaves as he stares down at you, those cabochons practically glowing. "Gotcha."

You give him a coy smile and bat your lashes. "What are you gonna do to me, bounty hunter?" you say.

He's quiet for a moment, scanning your features as he catches his breath.

He wastes no time in rolling you over and pinning your wrists above your head. Brushing your hair aside, he attacks the nape of your neck. Short and sweet, long and lingering. He scrapes his fangs across it, drags his tongue across it, covers it with kisses.

You, of course, can do nothing but squeal. You’ve always been ticklish there. "Caaaaad!" you howl through laughter. "Stop it!"

"Nah." He places his whole mouth on it, practically tongue kissing the vertebrae. "Gotcha right where I want ya an' I ain't lettin' ya go."

You let out a groan that turns to involuntary giggles. You kick and thrash halfheartedly.

Finally, he releases your wrists and rolls you over. Lust sparks in his eyes, and he hitches your dress up. "Always liked fuckin' on de floor," he says as he fumbles with his zipper. "More room."

You open your mouth to agree, only to pause. Behind him, peering down the top of the hatch, is a tooka-shaped void. Vincenzo watches you with his one yellow eye. If you didn't know better, you'd say he looked concerned.

...You suddenly feel weird screwing in front of the cat. It seems... wrong.

Cad senses your apprehension, as he stops in his fumbling and looks over his shoulder. "Vince's lookin' at us."

"I know."

He looks back to you. "Don't feel right."

"I was just thinking the same." He lets you stand, and you help him to his feet. "Bunk?"

He huffs. "I s'pose."

You break into a grin. "You'll have to catch me first."

You scramble up the ladder and into the Justifier, blowing past Vincenzo. Cad is right behind you and you fall to the floor as soon as the door is closed.

You plows you like a field. Arms hooked under your knees, moaning and purring. It’s excellent. He pops like a champagne cork and falls beside you, panting. You’re about to complain when he presses his fingers to your core. You grind against them until you climax as well.

Quick and dirty. Just like you.

He mops you up with a stray towel. But when he tries to place a kiss on you, you hop to your feet and zip out the door.

It’s good to have no refractory period.

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You gave him a good run for his money. He’s about to give up when you sweeten the deal -- if he catches you, he can take you from behind.

That lights a fire in him.

He doesn't even bother toying with you when he catches you, just tosses you over his shoulder like a sack of flour and hauls you to the nearest waist-high surface. Namely, the countertop in your galley.

He places you face-down. Snatching a bottle of minalive oil from the counter, he pries the cap off with his teeth and dumps some into his hands. He groans as he slicks his cock up.

You squeak as he slips his fingers into your rear. You're not worried -- you keep yourself meticulously clean -- but it's been awhile and his fingers are cold.

He doesn't react. "Safe word's meiloorun," he rasps. He doesn't wait for you to acknowledge before sliding in.

You have mixed feelings about anal. It's not wildly pleasurable for you, but the mere mention of it seems to drive all the boys feral and that enthusiasm is contagious.

He's growling and groaning and whining as he pounds into you. He's like a man possessed, rutting into you the same way he does when he's fertile.

You can't help but match his volume. You're not sure what comes out of your mouth, but it's loud and obscene and thank the Maker you're in hyperspace right now because if there was anyone else around, you'd definitely be getting arrested for disturbing the peace.

And then a number of things happen at once. You hear a scraggly growl, and something heavy lands on your back. Bane's rhythm stutters, and he hits something that makes you cry out.

And then that weight springboards off your back into Cad. He squeaks in a decidedly unmanly way as he hits the floor. You hear a loud hiss.

You turn around. Vince is standing on Cad's chest, hackles raised high and his ears back. He lets out another hiss.

"Vincenzo!" you say. "Get off him!"

He doesn't react. Which, in hindsight, you should have expected. He's a tooka-cat. They don't respond unless it's convenient for them.

Cad, however, has completely lost his mind. He bares his fangs at Vincenzo and hisses back. Vince, predictably, does not like this. His hisses again, flattening his ears completely. Cad matches the hiss, adding in a rattle for good measure.

You can really only stare. This is the weirdest dick measuring contest you've ever seen.

And then Vince whacks Cad's rostum with his paw and scampers away to leap into your arms. Cad yelps in pain and clambers to his feet.

"I'm gonna make a boot outta ya!" he barks.

In all honesty, you get where he's coming from. You're pretty annoyed as well. But you can't stay mad at your favorite kitty. Especially when he was just trying to protect you.

"He was just trying to protect his momma," you say. "Look, he didn't even use his claws."

Cad pulls his hand away from his face. No blood, just as you suspected, but now there’s a bit of oil.

He glares at his fingers, then at Vince. He spits something in Durese. You've been reading up a little bit on the language -- lots of technology-based metaphors -- and you recognize it as a curse. Literally sit on a faulty piston. Figuratively fuck you.

Vince doesn't react. Just twitches his ears and wiggles his little nose. He looks up at you and blinks. Mrrrow, he says.

Cad hisses again. It would be funny if it wasn’t the third time. "Cool it," you say. "He's just a cat. He'd do the same for you if you were in trouble."

He crosses his arms and scrunches his face up like a petulant child. “We gonna fuck or not?”

“Sure, sure... if you can catch me.”

You fling the cat at him and run.

---

You resume the chase. Maybe it’s the post-sex endorphin rush, maybe it’s the minalive oil making his hands too slippery, maybe something deep in your subconscious just isn’t in the mood for anal.

But you, Irno Marie Favara, manage to keep away from Cad Bane, greatest bounty hunter in the galaxy.

Looking upon his panting, flushed form, collapsed like a rag doll against the stairs that lead up to your bedroom, you can’t help but feel proud of yourself.

“Throwing it in?” you ask. He glowers at you, then nods. “Say ‘uncle.’”

He spits at you in Durese again. You don’t catch a word of it this time, but you choose to believe he said ‘uncle’ in his mother tongue.

You ease him to his feet and help him up the stairs. He flops onto the bed, limbs sprawling every which way like a bunch of wet noodles.

“So what’cha gonna do?” he murmurs into the mattress. “Have yer wicked way with me?”

“Is that what you’d like?” you ask. You place your hand on his rear, and he jumps slightly.

Silence for a moment. He wrenches his head to the side to peer at you, eyes narrowed. “You wanna fuck me so bad it makes ya look stupid,” he says.

You grin at him.

---

Part of you is annoyed that you just cleaned the damn thing. But the part that enjoys seeing the baddest man in the galaxy so pleasure drunk that his voice jumps an octave is so, so much bigger.

Cad is huffing and moaning as you thrust into him, bucking up against you. He's completely forgotten how to speak Basic again, but you catch a bit of what he's saying. Lots of cursing, lots of begging. Fuck, Maker on high, faster, et cetera.

"Feel good?" you coo. He whines, and you take that as a yes. "Feel good to be full?"

His moan is muffled by the pillow this time. You definitely hear fullua in there, though.

It makes you blush a little bit. You've realized in your research that it's one of the stronger terms of affection one can use.

You pause just long enough for him to get agitated. He peers over his shoulder at you, looking haggard but with no intention of asking you to stop. He's green-faced and panting, his brows knit together.

"Y'ain't done, are ya?" he asks.

You give his ass a hard slap on the fleshiest part, making him yelp. "Beg."

He sneers. "Bitch."

You slap again, this time punctuating with a thrust that makes him yowl. "That's right," you say, emboldened. "Now beg."

He doesn't like that one bit. With a snarl, he pulls himself off of you and pushes you down to the bed. To your surprise, he penetrates himself atop you. His cock throbs as he lifts himself up and down, and you reach out to grab it.

He lets out a choking sound as you pump your hand and thrust your hips. He's close.

Movement out of the corner of your eye makes you turn. Vincenzo slinks out from underneath the bed, blinking sleepily. Cad moans again and the tooka's ears twitch.

You curse yourself inwardly. He's going to pounce on you, isn't he?

He doesn't. He just wiggles his nose, stretches his forelegs, arches his back, and sits back down.

Huh. Guess he definitely has a favorite person. What a chivalrous little guy.

You're so lost in thought that you don't even notice Cad's sudden rhythmless bucking. With a gasp and a drawn-out whine, he pops all over your belly. It's a big one, too -- a few drops hit your chest.

He flops backwards immediately, hitting the pillows with a plump. Shudders rack him every few seconds as he pants and gasps for breath.

"You alright?" you ask. He bobs his head in a rough nod, only to whimper as another shudder hits him.

You pull a towel from the bedside table and, after mopping yourself up, give him a quick clean. You unstrap the harness and wrap the dildo in the towel, setting it on the floor. You'll take care of it later.

Quiet rumbling catches your attention, and you turn. Vince has hopped onto the bed and curled up in the crook of Cad's shoulder, purring loudly.

You can't help but smile. Sitting on the bed next to them, you give Vince's head a little scratch.

"Good kitty," you say.

Vince lets out a scraggly mrrr. You swear that he smiles at you.

Cad mumbles something you don’t quite catch. You ask him to repeat himself. He cracks open an eye to glare at you. “If yer gonna fuck me in de ass,” he grunts, “at least gimme a kiss after.”

...you know what? That’s entirely fair. You lay down next to him and scoot a little closer. “Only if you kiss me too,” you breathe.

Both eyes pop open. He blinks, then reaches his hand to your hair. You flinch a bit -- they’re still covered in minalive oil -- but let him pull you closer. You pucker your lips, but you don’t feel his cool, rough skin.

Instead, he presses his brow to yours. His eyes drifting closed, he rubs his rostrum back and forth across your nose. It reminds you of what Vince does -- a gentle bonk with the head to show affection. But coming from him and not a cat, it makes your heart flutter.

“Pretty l’il lady,” he murmurs. He sounds dazed. Maybe he actually is drunk on pleasure.

Regardless, your heart flutters even more. You let yourself feel it, let it fill your whole chest. A thousand tiny butterflies, all flitting around... Or, with how soft it feels, maybe they’re moths, with their little antennae fronds and fuzzy clothes.

You decide they’re moths. The pretty pink and white ones that show up during the summer, resting on the lemon trees, disguising themselves amongst the blossoms--

Cad clears his throat, knocking you out of your musings. He’s pulled away and is glaring half-heartedly at you. He puckers his lips.

Oh. Right. Your end of the bargain.

You will all of the moths up out of your ribs and into the softest, sweetest kiss you can manage. Your nose squishes slightly against his rostrum as you press your lips to his. You hope that he gets even a little bit of it.

He lets out a soft breath as you part, eyes drifting open. Then they close again, and he lets out a massive yawn and rolls over.

You’re a little disappointed, but this means you get to be the big spoon. You scoot close to him and drape your arm around him, pressing your forehead against the back of his head.

A soft, rumbling weight settles across you, and you open your eyes a little to see a tooka-shaped black hole perching across both of your hips.

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#82: if i have to make a quick break, pegging him will put him out like a light.

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Pride and Prejudice

Hi everyone! First, I wanted to thank you so much for the patience! I’m done this semester and working on some things to post. I’m also working on getting commissions set up soon, so look out for that! Secondly, I wanted to express how grateful I am to everyone who reblogs and replies to my stuff. I’m sorry I can’t reply sometimes but I just wanted y’all to know that I see and love the support! Love y’all

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