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Capítulo 3: Do Império

Prólogo

"Eis que todas as terras estão prestes a perecer. As águas se levantarão e cobrirão toda a terra, e tudo o que existe sobre ela será completamente destruído e desaparecerá." (Evangelho de Enoque, Capítulo 10, Versículo 2 – Versão Etíope)

Uma multidão de máscaras, que chegavam a mil, seguia em desfile segurando tochas.

A praça à beira-mar, que abrigava a Basílica e o Palácio do Governador, brilhava como se fosse meio-dia, enquanto as duas luas pareciam totalmente sem brilho e opacas devido aos fogos de artifício que subiam de vários lugares.

— ...Malditos Terrans bárbaros!

Astha cuspiu as palavras com frieza. A brisa marinha da laguna trazia até aquele beco sombrio o barulho agitado da praça.

Através de documentos, pensava que tinha entendido o resumo do tal 'Carnaval de Veneza', mas a realidade era uma coisa ainda mais absurda. A ideia de esses Terrans se entregarem a uma farra desenfreada por dez dias e noites seguidas estava além da compreensão de Astha.

— Logo aqui, de todos os lugares, marcar um encontro...! E ainda por cima, até quando pretende me fazer esperar?!

Diferente de seu país natal, Tsala, onde o pôr do sol marca o começo do dia, aqui o dia começa e termina à meia-noite. Acima, o sino da imensa torre do relógio anunciava a chegada de um novo dia.

No entanto, não havia o menor sinal de que a pessoa com quem deveria se encontrar fosse aparecer. Impaciente, Astha ergueu a gola de seu casaco de couro e retirou os óculos escuros de seu rosto, que possuía um equilíbrio bastante alienado, onde os traços do nariz e as maçãs do rosto eram bem definidos.

“Talvez seja melhor simplesmente ir atrás ‘daquele cara’ sozinha?"

A pessoa a quem estava esperando supostamente era a melhor entre ‘eles’ — um tal de ‘Agente Executor Designado’, ou algo assim? — mas, no fim das contas, não passava de um terran tolo e fraco. Astha sozinha era muito mais ágil, e conhecia ‘aquele cara’ melhor do que ninguém. Nesse caso...

— Não, não posso, não posso.

Astha sacudiu a cabeça, afastando a doce tentação.

Finalmente, entre aqueles fanáticos havia aparecido alguém pelo menos um pouco mais sensato. Se fosse embora agora, podia acabar ofendendo-os.

— De qualquer forma, preciso capturar ‘aquele sujeito’ o quanto antes e dar o fora desta louca montanha de primatas... hum?

Astha aguçou os ouvidos ao ouvir uma voz vinda do canal escuro.

Parecia que havia algum problema entre duas jovens ‘fêmeas’ e alguns ‘machos’, aparentemente gondoleiros. Pelo que pôde analisar dos insultos que eles estavam despejando sem parar, parecia que estavam forçando as garotas a compensar a diferença da taxa com favores sexuais.

Não importava onde esses terrans se acasalassem ou se exibissem, mas seria um problema se fizessem isso ali perto. Deveria ordenar que fossem para outro lugar? Astha ponderou seriamente sobre isso.

— Er... desculpe interromper enquanto estão ocupados, mas...

Uma voz descontraída veio do fundo do beco.

— Com licença, posso perguntar uma coisa? Hum, para chegar à Praça de São Marcos, é por este caminho, não é?

Era um jovem alto.

Sob os desalinhados cabelos prateados, óculos redondos grossos como o fundo de uma garrafa de leite refletiam a luz da lua de fevereiro. E, cobrindo seu corpo, estavam uma túnica preta surrada com ar de pobreza e uma capa puída — a vestimenta típica de um padre itinerante.

— Ah, Veneza realmente é uma cidade como um labirinto, não é? Oh, vocês também estão indo para o festival? O Carnaval é incrível, não é? Na verdade, eu também...

— Como pode ver, estamos ocupados, padre.

Um homem enorme e barbudo emergiu silenciosamente de entre os gondoleiros, brincando com um remo grosso.

— Se é o caminho que procura, pergunte em outro lugar.

— Ah, mas...

— Padre, por favor, nos ajude!

As garotas correram para o padre, que recuou como se estivesse sendo intimidado. Elas, escondendo-se em suas costas pouco confiáveis, suplicaram com olhos marejados.

— Por favor, nos ajude! Essas pessoas estão nos forçando...

— Não me venham com essa! A culpa é de vocês por não pagarem!

— Eeeentão...

Pelo jeito assustado das moças, ele finalmente percebeu que havia se metido em um campo de batalha. O padre piscava seus olhos azuis repetidamente.

— Bem, brigar não é algo bom. O Senhor disse: ‘Tu não deves te irar’... Uaaah!?

Diante do remo que soltou um uivo sinistro, o padre se curvou para trás, desviando-se. Cambaleou para trás de maneira desajeitada, como uma criatura estranha que falhou na evolução.

— Que susto...! O-o que foi isso do nada!?

— Cala a boca! Some daqui, seu padre de merda! Quem diabos disse que queríamos ouvir esse sermão fajuto!?

— ‘Fa-fajuto’? Oh, Senhor! Tende piedade da falta de fé dos filhos dos homens... I-Isso mesmo! Senhoritas, fujam enquanto podem... eh?

Antes que se percebesse, as jovens já haviam sumido — ao longe, um último vislumbre de seus vestidos coloridos balançavam enquanto corriam em direção à praça.

— Ha, haha... Não, tá tudo bem. Se apenas o meu sacrifício puder proteger a pureza de uma donzela, é um preço pequeno a se pagar. Nem ligo. É sério, nem um pouco... Uhaha... Hein? O que foi?

Enquanto soltava uma risada seca e triste, o padre sentiu alguém cutucar suas costas. Ao se virar, deparou-se com inúmeros olhares assassinos, fulminando sua cara de idiota.

— Hum... pessoal, vamos, acalmem-se. Ah! O Senhor falou: 'Sejam pacientes uns com os outros. Perdoem-se pelos erros que precisam ser perdoados’...

— Matem-no.

Ao som do vento, os gritos furiosos e os gritos de pavor se entrelaçaram.

— Se... se matarem um padre, serão amaldiçoados! Agora, acalmem-se, vamos respirar fundo juntos... A-alguém, me ajudeee!

“Sem chance, esse cara.”

Astha soltou um suspiro e se levantou.

Poderia simplesmente ignorá-lo, mas vê-lo morrer bem na sua frente também não seria algo agradável de se lembrar ao acordar. Além disso, a própria Astha já estava de mau humor por causa desse tal 'especialista' que ainda não havia aparecido.

— ......

Ela começou a correr sem emitir som algum e, com um salto leve, utilizou sua força nas pernas — dezenas de vezes superior à dos Terrans — para impulsionar-se contra as paredes laterais, ganhando altura antes de aterrissar bem diante dos bandidos.

— ...!?

Quando percebeu a sombra projetada acima de sua cabeça, já era tarde — o punho invertido já havia sido golpeado contra o topo de seu crânio, e o homem barbudo caiu de bruços no chão. Embora o golpe tivesse sido consideravelmente moderado, era possível que ao menos uma rachadura tivesse se formado em seu crânio.

— ....Eh?

E então, os homens restantes também ficaram todos imóveis, sem reação.

Diante dos olhos deles, iluminada pela pálida luz da lua, estava uma mulher de beleza inacreditável.

Era uma mulher incrivelmente alta. Seu corpo esguio, envolto em um longo casaco negro que chegava até os tornozelos, devia ultrapassar facilmente os um metro e oitenta de altura. Seus cabelos eram brancos — exceto por uma única mecha na testa, tingida da cor do sangue, descolorida até um tom de marfim. No entanto, sob aqueles fios, seus belos olhos cor de âmbar brilhavam com juventude, e seu rosto parecia ter acabado de ultrapassar a adolescência.

— Er, quem seria você?

— ...Saia da frente.

A bela mulher ── Astha empurrou levemente o padre e se voltou para os criminosos. No instante em que o padre soltou um grito e um jato d’água subiu ao ele cair no canal, ela já havia impulsionado-se dos paralelepípedos e dado um grande salto...

Alguns segundos depois ── na rua, cerca de dez homens estavam desmaiados, com queixos e clavículas quebrados.

— Hunf! Esses malditos Terrans!

Sentindo uma leve sede ao observar o líquido vermelho que se espalhava pelo pavimento de pedras, Astha bufou deliberadamente. Era surpreendente que atacassem em bando um igual mais fraco... que desprezíveis. O fato de possuírem uma aparência semelhante à deles tornava sua natureza vil ainda mais evidente. E pensar que esses Terrans ousavam chamar Astha e os outros Methuselahs de 'vampiros'... eram insolentes que não conheciam o seu devido lugar.

— Ahm, com licença...

Ao ouvir aquela voz lastimável vinda da valeta, Astha subitamente voltou a si.

— Ah, se não for incômodo, poderia me puxar para cima? Para falar a verdade, minhas mãos não alcançam...

— .......

Ah, é mesmo. Ainda tinha esse cara.

Já estava farta de lidar com os terrans, mas deixá-lo ali e acabar tendo que lidar com um ataque cardíaco seria um incômodo. Astha estendeu a mão sem cerimônia.

— Tome, segure.

— Ah, muito obrigado... A propósito, você não é do 'Império'? Não seria a Senhorita Astharoshe Asran, Viscondessa de Odessa e Marquesa de Kiev, Inspetora Direta do Império da Verdadeira Humanidade?

— O quê...!?

O rosto de Astha ficou rígido, como se tivesse sido atingido por um raio.

Deste lado, somente ‘eles’ deveriam saber sobre ela. Como é possível que este homem saiba disso!?

“Espere! Não, não pode ser... Por mais absurdo que seja...”

Num instante, uma premonição sinistra atravessou a parte posterior de seu córtex cerebral, fazendo a jovem nobre imperial tremer.

‘Eles’ — a Duquesa de Milão, Caterina Sforza, e o Departamento de Operações Especiais AX da Secretaria de Estado do Vaticano prometeram enviar seu melhor agente para esta operaç��o conjunta. Por mais estúpidos e insanos que os Terrans sejam, justo isso...

Olhando para o rosto de Astha, que estava congelada pelo terror, o padre — assustadoramente — sorriu de forma despreocupada.

— Ah, então era isso mesmo? Que bom. Por um momento, achei que já tivesse ido embora. Eu sou Abel — Abel Nightroad. Recebi ordens da Duquesa de Milão para apoiar Sua Excelência em sua investigação em Veneza. Prazer em conhecê-la. ♥

......Soltar esta mão e voltar para o seu país não seria uma opção?

Astha refletiu seriamente sobre isso.

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OLDER BF!TOJI ♡ // HEADCANONS 01

⁀➷ CONTENT. you're toji’s problematic younger girlfriend.

♡ PAIRING. afab!reader x older bf!toji

♡ WARNINGS. mdni. oral sex (m and f receiving), penetrative sex, age gap, size kink, spanking, degradation, restraint, public/semi-public sex, possessiveness

♡ NAV. 01 // 02

older bf!toji who first meets you at a shady bar where you’re hustling pool with your sass and short skirts—he’s there for a job, but your beauty catches his eye, and he buys you a drink despite your friend whispering he could be your dad.

older bf!toji who fucks you that first night at the bar’s back room, locking the door, bending you over a sticky table—your stockings tear as he rams in, growling at how tight you are when you take his fat cock like a good girl.

older bf!toji who starts picking you up from your shitty retail job in his truck, leaning against it with a cigarette—your manager squints, assuming he’s your uncle or something until you hop in with a kiss.

older bf!toji who drives to a convenience store to get food with you after work, then parks in an alley—lifts your legs over his shoulders, eating you out ‘til you soak his seat and scream his name.

older bf!toji who crashes your birthday party at a club, when some asshole in a cheap shirt gets bold and grabs your ass and toji' fist cracks the guy’s jaw, sends him sprawling into a table.

older bf!toji who gets possessive when you flirt with someone to rile him up. later, he’s got you face-down on the mattress, spanking your ass red before fucking into you, grunting, “think anyone else can handle you like this?”

older bf!toji who fixes your car in the driveway, sleeves rolled up, muscles flexing, while your nosy neighbor watches, mistaking him for a hired hand or relative—your loud moaning later sets her straight.

older bf!toji who strips you to just your stockings, tossing you on the bed to ride his face, grinding your clit on his tongue while he squeezes your ass, making you cum ‘til you collapse.

older bf!toji who loves fucking you in a headlock while he pounds into you from behind. your squirming and whining only make him tighten his arm, rasping in your ear, “keep actin’ up, see where it gets you.”

older bf!toji who makes you ride him after you’ve pissed him off one too many times that day. he’s sprawled out, smirking, watching you struggle to take all of him—his hands only guide your hips when you start whimpering for help.

older bf!toji who loves how small you are when he’s got you on your knees, his hand in your hair as he forces you to take him deeper, “look at you, choking on me—fuckin’ perfect.”

older bf!toji wakes you up in the middle of the night, already hard, and pulls you on top of him. he locks his arms around your waist, fucking up into you relentlessly, whispering, “you’re mine, doll—don’t ever forget it.”

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ravindra expelled a huff through his nostrils, then set his weapon aside. his head swam. ram wanted him as lord commander. him. it was a thought that upended much of what made the prince, disillusioning the hatred and the resentment he held towards his brother as merely a need to be something of worth. to be someone of worth.

with a frustrated growl, he pushed the other up against the nearby wall, locking them chest to chest. “you want me to be your commander.” the words came with an air of authority. “to be your sword, your shield, your armor.” he let out another breath, this one thick with heat. “say it, ram. i want to hear you say it.”

"Dear brother, you are the last person I have ever thought to share a laugh with, so you should know that nothing I say to you is to be taken in jest," Ram retorts, eyeing the blade carefully as it waved in his face. "As much as you want to believe our rivalry is two-sided—"

"It is not. You are my brother, and I care deeply for you. I want you to be happy, Ravindra, even if you'd sooner depose me at the change of a breeze."

"Now—" he continues, "put that down, and let us speak to one another as men, not scoundrels."

[jinwoosungs]

11/16/24; 01:06pm

{ 18+ drabbles / headcanons }

[ when they’re in heat ]

featuring: sylus, zayne, xavier, rafayel

[ minors don’t interact; by choosing to interact with this content, you have consented to viewing something n-fw despite the warnings. ]

additional notes: these are very short and very heated drabbles. my bestie pulled sylus’s card for me and i am now extremely f e r a l.

the effects of the “spell” had yet to wear off when sylus traps you in his bed, shedding you of all of your clothes while pressing the mushroom tip of his cock against your entrance.

he had you bent over on the mattress, with his chest pressing so deeply on your back. he continues to tease you in this new position, his deep purrs seeming to reverberate throughout your body. all while the sensation of his tail rubbing so eagerly around your slick heat makes you crumple on the bed.

“mmm…” letting out another purr of your name, sylus grips at your breasts before sliding the entire length of his cock deep inside of you, already setting a rapid pace when he pulls his cock out until only the tip was inside before slamming back in. by now, you were left a sobbing mess, clinging to your sheets as sylus proceeds to ram his hips against yours. the sounds of skin slapping against skin were all that echoes throughout the room, making you nearly roll your eyes back in response to such a sensation.

“only animals mate in such a position.” sylus tells you with a grunt all while biting down against the lobe of your ear. as you gasped and clawed at the sheets, you could feel each pulsating vein against sylus’s cock and the way he shamelessly pushes into you. basking in your needy moans, sylus presses a kiss against your damp cheek while hotly murmuring within your ear,

“and i’m starting to see the appeal of such mating rituals…”

zayne’s low purrs when he sinks into you causes a surge of heat to course through you, making you gasp when you felt your boyfriend initiate such intimate acts with you.

through a series of events, zayne was turned into a cat hybrid of sorts, and detecting your familiar scent was enough to send your lover into heat. his eyes became dilated at the mere sight of you, causing him to lose all sense of coherency.

running on pure instinct, zayne pushes aside your clothes, allowing his slender fingertips to run across and tease at your pussy lips before spreading them briefly. his grunts become needier, forgetting all about his intentions of foreplay when he catches a whiff of your pure, feminine scent.

but you weren’t complaining.

as you allow zayne to grip at your thighs, he slides the entire length of his cock inside of you. while you nearly spilled your juices atop his cock from such a sensation, zayne was not faring any better, tossing his head back while setting a sloppy pace against you.

his eyes were clenched shut, with his hands gripping at your breasts, allowing them to bounce within the palm of his hand each time his hips pistons in and out of you. and while you got drunk off of the pleasure zayne continues to give you, you were dimly aware of how your name were the only words that came from his mouth.

when xavier leads you to someplace a little more private, you weren’t expecting to be pushed to the ground with your skirt and panties tossed to the side. feeling your boyfriend settle himself between your legs, you had to bite against your fists to keep from crying out to him.

his newly developed cat ears were felt tickling at your inner thighs while his tongue lazily lapped at your slick walls. he drinks in every last drop of your honeyed arousal, like a spoiled cat having its fill of cream. unable to stop yourself, you delve your fingers into his hair all while purposely caressing at his cat ears, earning a shudder from him.

mere seconds later, xavier removes himself from between your legs, licking away the evidence of your arousal before pulling down his pants with a free hand. his swollen cock was revealed to you for only a moment before he impales your slick heat with it

“ngh…!” xavier’s grunts echo throughout the area along with your desperate moans. as your hunter boyfriend continues to pound himself into you, you felt the moisture flood from within your walls upon hearing his drunken words-

“not only do you taste so sweet, but you feel so good around me… just like this…”

“it’s going to take more than a few pats to satisfy me, princess.”

you didn’t like how haughty rafayel sounded, especially now that he had some cat like traits. despite the many times you had caressed and poked at his ear-

your stubborn boyfriend had yet to relent.

which was why you resorted to a bit more… extreme measures.

somehow, you had managed to push rafayel on his back, pinning him to the floor while pulling down his pants. he grunts in response to your actions, his tail twitching almost impatiently when you settle yourself between his thighs.

he was still pouting at you, deep crystalline eyes meeting your gaze, as if challenging you-

yet all that attitude from him disappears the moment you free his cock and place the mushroom tip inside of your mouth. basking in the way his entire body shudders in response to your actions, you take him even deeper inside of your mouth, allowing your tongue to trace at the pulsating veins that decorate his shaft.

“f-fuck, princess…!” he stills his hips and releases his seed inside of your awaiting lips, where you eagerly swallowed all that he had to offer with a satisfied hum.

you lick your lips, moving away from him to admire your work and just how beautifully rafayel had come undone for you. his ears were seen twitching atop his soft, wavy locks of hair with his arm thrown across his eyes. the young lemurian continues to breathe as if he had just finished running a marathon-

but you weren’t done with him yet, oh no-

far from it.

giving him a smug expression, you remove your soaked panties, allowing the bottom half of your body to remain bare before taking rafayel’s limp cock in your hand. he gasps, removing his arms while staring at you with wide eyes.

“princess- hng…!” he tosses his head back the moment you began to stroke him back to full hardness, making sure he was fully erect before sinking your aching cunt down on rafayel as you eagerly bounced yourself up and down his cock.

perhaps you were the one in heat instead of him after all.

end notes: brain go brrrr after seeing my fave lads boys as cats…. mrooooowing purring ripping my hair out——- 🫠

all stories are written by rei; please do not repost, plagiarize, or translate my works!!

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OMG, finally someone who thinks that Caitlyn is not rough all the time. I mean, look at her when she was with Vi – SHE WAS SO GENTLE THERE, ITS CANON (I'm not saying she wouldn't get rough and aggresive at times) (By the way, I love the headcanons!)

caitlyn kiramman NSFW headcanon

content : afab/fem reader, nsfw, soft sex, fluff??

writers note : thank you so much!! making a part two fairly soon of the caitlyn hcs.

men dni!

based off of my last post— where the majority of the nsfw headcanons were rough/dom!cait.— check it out if you haven’t, yall!! :))

—

she would NOT be rough all the time. there are still nights she wants to make love to you and remind you how much she really does set you as one of her top priorities.

I really headcanon her to be somewhat starved to actual romance and love before she met you, and not just rough n kinky sex, ykwim?

yes, she’s a dominant person but I’m not saying there aren’t times where she wouldn’t “bottom” or let you take the lead. sometimes she just gets tired and doesn’t feel like doing all the crazy stuff, she just wants to make you cum.

which I mean you oblige because caitlyn kiramman making you cum?? who’s to deny that?? and also the instance you get to top her?? bet.

she’s just soft and slow at times, really taking her time, kissing you down your body, whispering the corniest shit to you like “we are gonna spend the rest of our life together, yeah?”— but it’s in her cute lil british accent so it doesn’t even matter, plus, you literally dig it.

I really cannot stress this enough— she is desperate to make you happy, she loves you so much she can feel that shit in her heart PHYSICALLY. nothing you do goes unnoticed— you are comfortable enough to let her access your body? she’s melting. you share your insecurities and secrets with her? she’s never telling anyone else ever.

fucks you with a sliiightly smaller strap than when she rams the shit out of you— but the way she talks you through it is so sweet and pure.

“fuck.. ur doing good, okay, love?”

“tell me if it gets too much, wont you, darling?”

“ur so sweet for me”

“you are so pretty, you know that?”

“I’m so proud of you.”

and when she’s about to cum—

“fuckfuck— iloveyouiloveyouiloveyou” as if there is some urgency to remind you

“hah— I’m close— I’m close.. cum with me?”

“mmh, I’m gonna cum, okay?”

“are you getting close?— mngghh..— want you to cum with me okay?”

“you— mmh— look so good when you are about to cum, darling.”

the aftercare is— im sorry to say— but it’s immaculate.

if you don’t feel like showering or bathing, she just brings you a warm, wet towel and wipes your privates as she leaves little kisses down your stomach

brings you a glass of water with a lemon in it n shit, gets all fancy and sometimes pops out the wine.

prepares a little snack like cheese n crackers or some kind of fruit

holds you and tells you how much she loves you, kissing your forehead and always making sure you fall asleep before her.

—

01/11/25

[yumeboshi]

𝜗𝜚。．．❛ #01. YANDERE SUNDAY!

𐙚 topic。．thinking bout yan sunday treating his imprisoned darling

．。𝜗𝜚 cw。yandere themes, degrading, filthy, MINORS DNI．．

．。𝜗𝜚 a/n。sunday brainrotting rn i need this man if it means i have to skip boothill bb ill get u on ur rerun (´•︵•`)

SUNDAY likes to feel superior to you.

Can’t reach a high shelf? Sunday will tower over you and reach what you wanted to get, smiling at you endearingly, subtly reminding you that he’s much more taller than you are. Can’t cook? He’ll cook up a 5-star course while letting you know he can do it better for you. Especially in bed while he forcefully makes you say you love him, he’d relish in the amount of control he has while tinkering with your little moans and whimpers as he pleases.

Be it in even the smallest trivial matters, or when he’s in bed- he’ll find a way to tell you that you hold nothing over him, that you are pathetic under him, he is your angel and you will be his follower. You only have to do what he asks you, no, commands you to do.

His favorite way of showing his authority is when he feeds you— he’d force you to look up at him while sitting under him between his legs, one hand holding a leash connected to your collar, and the other hand reaching from the table to smear a ton of dessert cake on his fingers. When you beg him to stop, that you want to eat properly, you won’t be able to stand up straight until he allows you to— calling you a pathetic whore for sucking on his cock the whole day when he’s forcing you to.

“My, what a pathetic little slut you are, sweetheart- you just keep on sucking my cock like it’s your meal. I suppose it makes sense as you haven’t eaten.”

But he loves it when you obey, when you suck off the whipped cream from his pretty fingers— calling you a good girl, lovingly patting your head. Your reward? Being fucked dumb while he coos that you’ve been such a sweet girl for obeying him, all the while ramming in his thick cock to pump in his seed into you.

He just loves seeing you obey him- it makes him go crazy more than he’d like to admit.

[einwish]

For a species with purportedly no emotions, Kyubey is skilled in picking up fluctuations in the feelings of others. Call it an ability honed through millenia of work experience in the field. Despite (or perhaps because of) the stoic nature of his current target, a single sliver of sentimentality stands out as clear as day.

§ You are wise and kind, § Kyubey kyuus, tail still waving.

§ I promise you I'll always make wishes come true. In the land of magic, all things are possible as long as you want it hard enough! §

He blinks at her final request—a slow, languid movement similar to a cat's—but only once. It happens so inexplicably that he might not have moved at all. And then, as if in welcome, Kyubey rolled fully on his back and laid down, paws up and waiting.

§ You can if you want to! §

“Understood. So then, if these Witches were to appear here, in order to both see and properly defend oneself against them, one would need the magic given through your contract.” Although it doesn’t look like it, blank as her face is, she is thinking. There are many desires that are very difficult for her to verbalize. “An endless supply of burgers sounds desirable, but, if I can wish for anything: There are other things. Like for instance, going home. And if that cannot be done, then,” How to translate this? “I do not want those who might be looking for me to worry.”

A funny thing though. Saying all this, while it comes out cool and collected, is somewhat of a struggle.

“As for what threats comes to this world-I would assist in defending it however I can. The lives here are not without value.”

There is a tickling feeling in her chest. The same sensation she gets when her Magehound wimpers, tilts his head and paws at her to be picked up. Kyubey has rolled over, his warm fuzzy head pressing against her arm.

So. Cute. I cannot take it.

“Abandoning self-control efforts. Requesting permission: Do you allow tummy rubs?”

Please say yes.

[alizalayne]

critical thinking comic transcript below the cut

I saw a post recently that posited that there's "no way to know" if an ewe exhibits homosexual mating behavior because they "just stand still"

many people responded

"This too is yuri"

"A total of 173 ewes in 24 one-sire breeding pens were observed continuously for one estrous period. The female frequently initiated sexual contact by seeking out the ram. In general, ewes followed the rams about while in heat. When two or more were in heat simultaneously, certain ewes bunted or crowded other estrous ewes in an attempt to gain the attention of the rams." Mating behavior of the Ewe C. V. Hulet, R. L. Blackwell, S. K. Ercanbrack, D. A. Price, L. O. Wilson Journal of Animal Science, Published 01 November 1962

What do we gain by the extrapolation of this behavior onto human lesbians? What do we lose?

When were "single women" first free to do as they liked? Women gained the right to own property in the United States in 1900. For Pre-civil-rights-era black women this expansion of womens' rights hardly helped.

Marital rape became a crime in 1993.

No-fault divorce was not fully legalized until 2010. Women who could have been raped by their husbands at age 20 are now 52 years old. Women older than that lived in this reality.

"no-fault divorce correlates with a reduction in female suicides and a reduction in intimate partner violence. A 2004 paper by economists Betsey Stevenson and Justin Wolvers found an 8 to 16% decrease in female suicides after states enacted no-fault divorce laws. They also noted a roughly 30% decrease in intimate partner violence among both women and men, and a 10% drop in women murdered by their partners." What is no-fault divorce, and why do some conservatives want to get rid of it? AJ Willingham, CNN

It's still legal to institutionalize minors for gender deviance and the practice of non-consensual institutionalization of women for gender deviance has existed as long as the institutions themselves.

What about this story of two ewes appeals?

"Other sexually active females in the group will allow you to observe if the individual is in standing heat when other sexually active females are present to mount her." "Characteristic behavior for the ewe is rapid tail movement or raised tail in the presence of the ram. She will demonstrate secondary estrus behaviors such as nervousness, walking the fence or increased vocalizations for the ram" Estrus Detection in Farm Animals Yeager, Neary, Singleton Purdue University Department of Animal Sciences

YOU MUST LOOK

OR YOU WILL NOT SEE.

Is there a fence here?

[trinitybloodbr]

PRÓLOGO

Trinity Blood - Rage Against the Moons Volume I - From the Empire ----------------- ⚠️ ESSA OBRA EM HIPÓTESE ALGUMA É DE MINHA AUTORIA. TRADUÇÃO REALIZADA DE FÃ PARA FÃS. NÃO REPUBLIQUE OU POSTE EM OUTRAS PLATAFORMAS SEM AUTORIZAÇÃO. SE CASO POSSÍVEL, DÊ SUPORTE AOS AUTORES E ARTISTAS COMPRANDO AS OBRAS ORIGINAIS. ⚠️ -----------------

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Capítulo 2: Caça às Bruxas

Prólogo

— Não deixarás viver a feiticeira. (Êxodo 22:18)

— Isso é terrível...

Abel Nightroad suspirou, ajustando os óculos redondos.

De fato, era uma bela noite.

Do lado de fora da janela, no denso arbusto de genista, um casal de rouxinóis noturnos entoava uma agradável canção à noite. No céu levemente encoberto, duas luas de tamanhos diferentes, envoltas por nuvens de algodão, flutuavam suavemente.

No entanto, ao desviar o olhar para dentro do recinto, o que se afundava sob o brilho prateado era uma amontoada pilha de cadáveres. Os corpos, dilacerados a ponto de não manterem sua forma original, ainda exalavam vapores avermelhados.

— Realmente cruel... Quem, diabos, faria algo assim?

Abel soltou mais um suspiro. Se ao menos tivesse descoberto a localização deste bar um pouco mais cedo...

—Hum? Quem está aí?

Abel chamou na direção atrás do balcão. Daquele lugar, uma figura se ergueu. Um homem alto e robusto apareceu com passos vacilantes. Em suas mãos, ele segurava algo parecido com uma bola, mas...

Quando a luz da lua iluminou aquele sujeito, um grito sufocado escapou da garganta de Abel. Era um homem completamente tingido de vermelho, como se tivesse nadado em um mar de sangue. Da cabeça decepada de uma mulher, que ele segurava com força, ainda gotejava sangue fresco. E as presas que reluziam em sua boca eram ──

— U-Uaaah!

Abel, ao tentar girar o corpo, suas pernas tropeçaram desajeitadamente — mas já era tarde demais. Com um único rugido, o vampiro lançou-se sobre o padre alto. Seus braços, grossos como troncos, agarraram os ombros de sua presa. Suas presas, pingando saliva vermelha, aproximaram-se do pescoço dele...

Num instante, com um estrondo que parecia despedaçar a própria noite, o corpo gigantesco foi lançado violentamente contra o chão.

Sua mandíbula se abriu amplamente — provavelmente para soltar um grito. No entanto, o que escapou dali foi uma torrente de sangue fresco e fragmentos de órgãos dilacerados por disparos. Em seguida, uma nova rajada de balas implacáveis atravessou seus membros, selando completamente qualquer possibilidade de movimento daquele corpo enorme.

— ... O quê?

Os lábios de Abel, que havia caído sentado pelo susto, mal conseguiram se mover. Exceto pelo zumbido em seus tímpanos, ele não havia sofrido nenhum ferimento. Nenhuma das balas sequer o arranhou.

Do teto perfurado pelas marcas de bala, um som seco ecoou. Passos pesados desciam as escadas mantendo um ritmo preciso, quase mecânico.

— Pa... Padre Tres! Era você...

— Positive.

Era uma voz assustadoramente monótona e sem qualquer entonação.

Na entrada, havia um jovem padre. Seu rosto, sob os cabelos curtos, era bem proporcionado, mas inexpressivo como uma máscara. E em suas mãos, ele segurava uma enorme pistola — a Jericho M13 "Dies Irae". O cano de treze milímetros ainda expelia uma tênue fumaça azulada de pólvora (Gun Smoke).

— Po... por que você está aqui? Se bem me lembro, você estava no meio da investigação sobre o casos de sequestros em massa de alguma instituição de assistência social...

— ......

O Padre Tres ── Tres Iqus, padre itinerante da Divisão de Operações Especiais do Estado — Ax, não respondeu à pergunta. Em silêncio, ele apenas puxou o gatilho duas vezes em direção ao chão

— !

Com um grito abafado, o corpo do vampiro, que estava prestes a se regenerar, afundou novamente.

— Tr-Tres-kun!

— Não o matei. Tenho perguntas a fazer a ele... Mas antes disso, Padre Nightroad, por que está aqui? Isso tem relação com o incidente do navio Tristan?

— Eh, sim. Ouvi dizer que o grupo chamado Fleurs du Mal ao qual aquele vampiro Alfred pertencia usava este lugar como base.Mas cheguei tarde demais. Tantas vítimas...

— ‘Vítimas’? Negative. Isso é um equívoco da sua parte.

Tres declarou sem qualquer emoção, enquanto trocava o carregador,

— Os que estão jogados aqui não são as ‘vítimas de vampiros’... e sim os ‘próprios vampiros’.

— ...! Então, então quer dizer que eles se mataram entre si!? Mas por quê!?

— Não é possível responder. Dados insuficientes.

Seu olhar frio indicava o segundo andar.

— As vítimas do caso de sequestro já foram todas consumidas ...  o Interrogatório é impossível.

— Que coisa. Ouvi dizer que apenas crianças órfãs foram sequestradas, mas... Mmgh!?

O olhar de Tres, que tampou a boca do colega, movia-se rapidamente pela escuridão. Porém, nesta noite silenciosa como a morte, não havia sinal de nada vivo...

— ...O que foi esse som?

— Ali.

O cano da arma apontou para o fundo da cozinha. Da porta da adega, um som sutil de roupas roçando escapava.

— ...Se bem me lembro, havia mais de vinte membros no 'Fleurs du Mal'.

—Positive. Número estimado restante: doze... Vamos invadir.

Do silêncio à ação — Com uma voz impassível, um estrondo tão alto que poderia até os mortos despertarem ecoou em sucessão.

No instante em que a porta de ferro foi arrancada junto com suas dobradiças, o corpo de Tres se transformou em um redemoinho furioso. Quando a lanterna acoplada ao cano da M13 Dies Irae rasgou a escuridão, sua enorme potência de fogo foi descarregada contra as sombras que se agitavam no centro do halo de luz.

—Tre-Tres-kun, pare! Espere!

Abel saltou para frente e agarrou o braço de seu colega, que estava prestes a apertar o gatilho.

— N-não atire, por favor! É uma criança...

Na luz, algo estava encolhido — uma garota de cabelos dourados, com olhos castanhos avermelhados completamente arregalados.

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Tres! Tres! Tres!, viu? Tres três vezes

[gojosconsort]

need more olderbf toji good lord what u wrote just blessed my eyes and I need more GRAHHHHHH

OLDER BF!TOJI ♡ // HEADCANONS 02

⁀➷ CONTENT. you're toji’s problematic younger girlfriend.

♡ PAIRING. afab!reader x older bf!toji

♡ WARNINGS. mdni. oral sex (m and f receiving), age gap, size kink, spanking, degradation, restraint, public/semi-public sex, choking, hair pulling, deepthroating, degradation, possessiveness

♡ NAV. 01 // 02

OLDER BF!TOJI who’s broke as shit but spots a patch of wildflowers by some random roadside—picks a messy handful—dirt, roots, and all—and shoves them at you, “ain’t much, but they’re yours, doll.”

OLDER BF!TOJI who’s waiting outside your shitty apartment when your ex shows up, banging on the door—toji’s on him in seconds, pinning him to the wall, ��she’s done with your sorry ass, punk,” and that fucker never shows his face again.

OLDER BF!TOJI who takes you on a late-night ride in his truck, pulling off to some empty lookout spot next thing you know, you’re straddling him in the driver’s seat, skirt shoved up, bouncing on his fat cock while the windows steam up.

OLDER BF!TOJI who’s half-asleep in bed when you crawl under the sheets, teasing him awake with your mouth. he groans, “fuckin’ brat,” grabs your hair, and rams himself deeper down your throat ‘til you’re choking on it, “can’t even sleep ‘round you.”

OLDER BF!TOJI who catches you shivering on the walk home from some shitty bar, grumbling, “told you to bring a damn jacket.” but shrugs off his worn leather one, draping it over your shoulders and pulling you close to his side, “c’mere, i’ll warm you up.”

OLDER BF!TOJI who crashes on your couch after a job, too tired to drive home—you find him sprawled out in the morning, abs peeking from under his shirt, and he wakes up to you staring, “what, never seen a guy sleep before? make me coffee, lazy ass.”

OLDER BF!TOJI who ties your wrists to the headboard with his belt when you won’t stop mouthing off. then he’s pounding you into the mattress, rough and hard, loving how you squirm under his bulk, “too big? cry about it, doll.”

OLDER BF!TOJI who sees you struggling with a heavy bag of groceries outside your apartment building. he grabs it from your hands without asking, smirking, “you’re too damn small for this,” and carries it up three flights of stairs with you trailing behind.

OLDER BF!TOJI who loves when you ride his face, sprawling back on the bed or couch, pulling you down by the hips ‘til you’re smothering him. “grind on me, doll,” he mumbles into you, licking sloppy and greedy, holding you there ‘til you’re shaking.

OLDER BF!TOJI who’s sloppy with prep but doesn’t need it—his cock’s so big it barely fits anyway. “relax, you’ll take it,” he mutters, sliding in slow, then slamming deep, and he loves when you yelp and scratch the shit outta his back.

OLDER BF!TOJI who shows up at your place unannounced with takeout because “you didn’t eat, did you.” eats half of it himself, sprawled on your couch, then pulls you into his chest, mumbling, “don’t squirm, i’m comfy.”

OLDER BF!TOJI who loves finishing inside you after a rough fuck, pinning you down and pumping you full, “gonna fill you up, doll—fuck, you feel that? make me cum so fuckin’ much,” and he’s loves watching it drip out.

OLDER BF!TOJI who gets off on skirts ‘cause he’s loves fucking you in public—drags you somewhere half-hidden, hikes it up, claps a hand over your mouth, and mutters, “shut it, don’t need ‘em hearing,” while he fucks you fast and dirty and loud like he hopes you get caught.

OLDER BF!TOJI who gets quite jealous when some young guy flirts with you—goes dead quiet, then later he’s got you face-down, ass-up, snarling, “that little shit think he’s got a shot? too old my ass—tell me who’s fuckin’ you.” but don't worry, your screams fix his mood.

OLDER BF!TOJI who’s always working out—push-ups in the living room, dripping sweat, and he’s like, “sit on me, doll, gimme a challenge.” and you perch there, while he grunts, “fuckin’ lightweight,” and powers through.

————— ୨୧ —————

⁀➷ masterlist

[hcrpyiia]

Yumine would try again. Try to fly, but after what Ramlethal had explained about a barrier, it probably wasn't worth it. If anyone could escape, wouldn't they have done it already?

"Mm..." This imprisonment did make her feel all sorts of wrong. She could only fly and for some reason, she was only able to manipulate a small fraction of the wind. Strange.

"They take from us, why is that?"

Even after she is made aware that the action will not fix anything, this feathered stranger still chooses to continue brushing her hand against those indentations left behind on her skin. But it feels…nice. Soothing is a more accurate word. Ramlethal decides: Fine. I will not stop her then, even if I fail to understand it. Maybe this is helping her too?

After the stranger stands, she goes through the procedure of introducing herself. Yumine, she is called. Storing it into memory. “Greetings Yumine, my name is Ramlethal Valentine.” She responds mechanically while taking her extended hand and pulling herself up.

Ramlethal herself off mildly and straightens her hat back into position, as though she wasn't just crushed under a person who fell from the stratosphere. Her eyes make a quick assessment of the area. The bystanders have returned to their usual tasks and recreations. No injuries sustained. No longer is anyone staring at them. All is well.

When Ramlethal’s stoic gaze falls back on Yumine, the next statement that comes out of her mouth may seem out of left field given the absolute flatness with which she speaks it with: “This imprisonment makes you feel wrong."

[srbachchan]

DAY 6101

Jalsa, Mumbai Nov , 1, 2024/Nov 2 , Fri/Sat 12:08 am

🪔 ,

And the wishes to the Ef ..

November 02 .. birthday wishes to Ef Erlika from Indonesia 🇮🇩 .. Ef Abhijit Jagtab from Pune .. and .. Ef Dipagala Gala .. 🙏🏻❤️🚩

November 01 .. birthday wishes to Ef Vishan Lal 🪈 from Gurugram .. Ef Honey Aishu from Bangkok - Thailand 🇹🇭 .. Ef Nouranne Achraf from Egypt / France 🇪🇬🇫🇷 .. Ef Pankaj Shukla from Indore .. Ef Shubhra Rattan .. and Ef Somraj Mane from Kolhapur .. 🙏🏻❤️🚩

..

may this new year in your lives bring greater joy and prosperity ❤️🌹

Govardhan Pooja ... नमस्कार 🙏

and the festivities continue .. as do all the rituals .. and among all this Australia declares the month of October as a heritage month of Hindu festivities .. grace and divine blessings ..

But the intimacy of soft celebrations and the adherence to the control of many environmental obligations is revered .. as another year of the year of Lights ends , to another day of light ..

The intrigue of religious festivities .. their time and date and occasion still brings a wonder to many .. indeed to a great many .. and the readings of our Ef Sudhir and his dedicated research on the subject does evoke curiosity .. and awareness ...

The Calendar

There are two lunar calendars in the Jyotish Shastra… One is Purnaant and the other is Amaant…

There's a gap of 15 days between the two, although the order of the months are the same…

For instance, Deepavali's Lakshmi puja is on Purnaant Kartik Amavasya… while the same day is Amaant Ashwin Amavasya in some states…

So, the festival has a different reason in each region, and one common reason at the national level…

Like, the South, where the Lakshmi puja night of diwali is to recall the victory of Krishna over Narakaasur… In the North, it's for the return of Shri Ram to Ayodhya…

The concept of a civilisation made of many cultures dates back to the Treta Yug…

Diwali is celebrated for different days in different places… One day, three days, five days and eleven days… depending on the local history…

Yes… the different calendars, different cultures, but the same festivals, and the same civilisation…

You know, what… I think it's always an advantage when we do something that has no precedence… when there is nothing to refer…

This organisation of a nation is first envisaged in the chronicles of the satyug… each kingdom was called a country… group of countries was a region… the collective of regions was called a nation…

In Hindi - देश, प्रदेश तथा राष्ट्र…

What calendar do I follow?

I follow Rishi Varāhamihira's Brihat Samhita… In that, there is no need of dividing time into months and years…

The movements of cosmic objects don't need a calendar to have months and years… Only days are enough… Just count the days from a no-moon or a new-moon… the patterns are measurable and predictable…

Like,

The diwali always happens on the same no-moon night… regardless of which month in which state…

Thus, all the differences are dissolved in the universal medium… 🙂

About the light…

Darkness is not displaced by light… darkness is eliminated by light…

तमसो मा ज्योतिर्गमय।

Easiest way to do it is: Use one lamp to light the next… A series of lamps… Hence, Deepavali… Deep + Aavali - strings of light…

एक ब्रह्म है… एक सत्य है… एक ही है परमात्मा… प्राणों से प्राण मिलाते चलो.

my obsessed gratitude ..

my love and regard ...

Amitabh Bachchan

[userpeggycarter]

i was requested by anon to make a tutorial for this gifset and here it is!

DIFFICULTY intermediate/difficult. basic giffing knowledge is definitely required.

while my gifset has a fair amount of animation, the only handmade animations can be found in the second and fifth gif. the rest are assets (the checkmarks, the sharpie circles) (either gifs or videos) i found on the internet and pasted over my gif.

THE BASICS OF TIMELINE GIFFING

if you gif with frames, you will need to use a timeline for the animation to work (keyframes). i’m a timeline giffer anyway so this was another Tuesday for me. if you never used that method of giffing, however, it can be confusing, especially if you never used a video editing software before (the timeline works like video editing). 

so, here’s a breakdown of what is the timeline:

the player icons work like any video/music player in existence. ignore the volume icon.

the gear icon indicates the quality of the reproduction while editing it, not the quality of the end product. think like it’s Youtube reproduction settings on a video in order to save your 4G data, but with RAM power instead. this is very useful if your computer isn’t very powerful to begin with and gifs with VFX are very heavy to handle. 

i always click the loop option inside the gear panel because i like to see how the gif will be viewed by the public, i find watching to play only once isn’t very productive. you can stop and restart the reproduction by pressing the space bar on your keyboard.

every layer of your PSD file will have its own bar. the length of the bar means the duration of the gif, so a longer bar means a longer gif and a shorter one, a shorter gif. for everything that isn’t your gif/screencap-based (ie, coloring, typography, lightning, shapes, etc) can be dragged by the extremities as much as you want, making the asset last as long as you want. the only layer that is limited by its maximum duration is naturally your gif, but you can also drag it to make it shorter.

you can also drag a whole layer bar by clicking it and dragging it, making the start and finishing point different from the rest. be careful while doing that otherwise you will end up with blank frames, messing up the looping of your gif completely.

there’s a needle you can drag across the timeline and it works just like on a vinyl disc, the moment the needle drops, it’s the moment/frame Photoshop will show you.

you can also trim your stuff by cutting and deleting snippets of the bar. for that, you will drag your needle to the desired moment, use the scissor tool and then press delete to erase the unwanted bit.

it’s important to point out that the timeline only allows 0.03x or 0.07px speed, no matter what the speed the gif was before converting to that method. if the original speed is closer to 0.03x, then PS will define the new speed as 0.03x. if it’s closer to 0.07x, then it’s 0.07x. i always change the speed to 0.03x before converting to timeline for the sake of not screwing stuff up, which means i see my gif looping while editing in a faster way than Tumblr users will see when the gifset is posted. this takes a while to adjust to if you’re new to timeline giffing, but eventually you don’t think it’s jarring anymore.

that also means you will need to correct the speed after your gif is completely finished. to do that, i use this action.

you can zoom in and zoom out using the little mountain sliding bar. this will be useful later in the tutorial.

if you zoom to the max, you will see all the numbers above your layer bar. these are time marks. the thing is, they seem a bit weird at first. the bigger numbers indicate SECONDS (01:00f, 02:00f, 03:00f, etc), while the smaller and repetitive numbers indicate frames (5f, 10f, 15f, 25f). that means that the smallest drag of your needle possible (from point A to point B) refers to an interval of 1 frame. you will need to take this into consideration while animating stuff.

you can color code your layers, if you think that makes it easier for you to see what you are doing. this is something i do, not only in Photoshop but every Adobe product with a timeline. to change the color of a layer bar (the default is purple), you can right-click on your layer in the layer panel and click the color you want. the colors are the very last thing in the list when you right-click it.

another organization tip is the use of folders. if you create a folder in the layers panel, a folder is created inside the timeline and any layer inside of that folder will disappear from the panel until you click the little arrow next to the name of the folder in the timeline panel. you can color code your folder as well, making every layer inside of it the same color or even different colors.

THE BASICS OF KEYFRAMES

every change related to any property selected (transformation, opacity, style, text warp, position of the layer mask, activation of the layer mask) will be computed in the exact moment in the gif you change it. if that doesn’t happen, you can force Photoshop to do it by clicking the small diamond next to the property name.

let’s say you want an animation to start 0.5 seconds after the gif starts, so you will drag your “needle” to 0.5 seconds and then make the change (making a text bigger, moving a shape, etc). 

Photoshop will automatically bridge the gap between the state of the gif at 0 seconds and 0.5 seconds, thus animating your gif. 

to start animating, you will need to click the little clock next to the property you want to animate. make sure you click the clock while your needle is at the exact beginning of the gif.

every change (keyframe) will be marked with a small diamond under the layer bar, at the exact moment you changed it. that means if you make jarring changes in a short amount of time/frames, the animation will be quick and abrupt. if the interval is very long, the animation will be slow and smooth.

the selected(s) keyframe(s) will have their diamond painted yellow, while the unselected ones will be grayed out. 

you can right-click the diamonds to delete or copy them. if you have many diamonds and want to delete them all, you can click and drag to form a square and select all of them just like when you do to select many files at once on a PC folder. there’s also the option “select all” under the right-click panel.

you can also drag them and change their timing that way. if you have more than one diamond selected, if you drag them, their interval will remain the same, but the starting and finishing point of those two diamonds will change.

THE SQUARES BAR

the easiest of the two animations. this one doesn’t require keyframe animation, but i put this in the last bit of the tutorial for the sake of its flow.

first, i added the empty squares. they last as long as the gif lasts. after 6 frames, i added the first colored square and made that square last until the end of the gif. i repeated this in a staggered manner (+2 frames delay each colored square) so the colored squares appear at equal intervals. 

THE STATS BAR

the most difficult of the two, but don’t worry, you got this. 

first, you will need to structure your stats, ie, add the text, the dividing line and the pointed lines. that is, if you want to follow the exact design i used in my gif, but you don’t have to if you don’t want to.

next, you will create rectangles that fill the entire stat bars. you will add a layer mask to each one of them and with a layer mask selected, select a rectangle about the size of your original rectangle, then paint it black. you will notice the original rectangle will disappear. if you delete the layer mask, the original rectangle will appear again. that is because you didn’t delete the original rectangle, you just hid it by using a layer mask.

there’s a chain icon between the layer and the layer mask in the layers panel, click it to unlink them.

click the clock next to “layer mask position” with your needle at 0 seconds/frames. drag your needle to the moment you want the stats to end and use the arrow keys to move the layer mask. you will notice the original rectangle will slowly be revealed by you moving the layer mask. you will also notice that a small diamond will appear in the “layer mask position” line in the timeline. you created a keyframe!

if you press play, you will see the animation from the bar going from null to full!

FURTHER READING/VIEWING

this tutorial uses layer mask animation to reveal text too!

a video tutorial for better visualization!

another keyframe tutorial, this time focusing on coloring!

if you still have any questions, feel free to contact me!

and if you (or anyone) else want, i can go in depth in animating each property, i just did a quick overview + explained the stats animation.

[saywhat-politics]

The network featured future Trump officials who emphasized border security, even when they noted the suspect was American

Written by Gideon Taaffe & Jack Winstanley

Published 01/02/25 6:51 PM EST

After a truck-ramming attack killed at least 14 people at a New Year's celebration in New Orleans, Fox News misreported that the vehicle used came across the southern border two days earlier, implying that the suspected perpetrator — later identified as an Army veteran born in the U.S. — had also crossed the border. 

Although the network has seemingly attempted to quietly walk back the false information, Fox personalities and guests — including some former and incoming Trump administration picks — have continued to baselessly connect an act of terror reportedly committed by a U.S. citizen to the southern border in order to fearmonger about terrorists entering the country.