#Saint Ee Ha

[pvnks0ul]

when i kissed the teacher (18+)

◈ professor!riri w. x fem!reader

sypnosis: When the course of her marriage has run awry, Riri finds herself entertaining your little crush on her.

⚠︎: deluded & kinda obsessed!reader, college student!reader, age gap, cheating, a lil dramatic coz it's in readers pov mostly, older (think late 20s-early 30s) + married!riri, car ess ee ecks, strap on (reader receiving) + oral (RW receiving), no resolve (sry lol), lil plot 4 🌽, sub!reader/Dom!riri, smut under the cut + ! amateur writing ! (Your only warning)

"Mhmm..fuck–!" Riri mewls as her hand shoves your head deeper into her cunt, your tongue pacing the most intimate part of her before licking a stripe up to her clit, kneading it just how she taught you, "Y-yeah, just like that."

Riri knew no argument would justify her continuous crimes of adultery but with you being just around the corner conveniently after each one made it easy to cough up excuses. She was very aware of the crush you had on her, so she always made sure to smile in your very general direction, calling on you first if your hand was raised because she liked the way you'd bashfully take on th challenge, even if you weren't completely sure of it.

It's not like you were a saint either. Infact, some would say you were even worse. Especially after you were caught spitefully facing the wedding picture of her and Raven, the wife, down in the early mornings if you arrived to class before her. She tried to talk to you about how disrespectful it was, but you didnt seem to care as she didnt even notice till you said something about her ring.

That landed you your first referal from her, alone. You liked riri, but were still highly upset! You just wanted her to focus in class with no distractions. You weren't actually trying to be disrespectful. Riri senses this from across the room. She watches you solemnly after you'd rolled your eyes at her. And that was just unacceptable, she had to make sure you knew that which is why she makes sure the door is locked, checking the empty hallways and unpinning the little piece of fabric that covers the window in the door before pulling out a chair next to your desk.

You'd been acting out of character alot lately and she just wanted to check in. She cared a little too much & got a little too close. The supportive hand on your knee, turned into you laying your head on her shoulder, and ended with her blouse sleeves rolled up to her elbows as she worked her way knuckle deep between your sticky thighs, lowly whispering praises as you spread yourself to accept more of her from under the desk.

When it's over, your looking at her with nothing but pure unfiltered adoration and it's bad for Riri. It's terrible for her because she doesn't feel like she just did the worst thing possible by betraying her wife instead, she was thinking about when the next time she'd be able to have you again.

Mewling around her mound, you find yourself desperate for her approval. Your brown orbs glancing up for her usual nod of approval only to find her head is thrown back against the seat of her car. Thats how you know she really needed this and you cant blame her. Spending all day in a stuffy classroom only to come home to a nagging incompetent wife just couldnt be a desirable life for anyone, you tear up sometimes just thinking about how hard it must be for Riri.

"C'mon baby." she grunts, her eyes finally gracing you, her lids were low but still, it was enough to motivate you. You groan into her at the petname, circling her clit before sucking it into your mouth and she ruts against you desperately. Your only purpose was to make her bust in your mouth again.

It takes just a few more seconds of you lapping over her pussy to have her quivering thighs clenching around your head. And you love it, the lack of air encouraging you to continue, if anything. Riri grinds her hips against your face, a hint of a whine slips past her lips as she rides her high out on you. You keep going, trying to lick her dry, suckling right from her creamy hole, Riri sucks her bottom lip under her teeth at the sight and she wants you to keep going but once she reaches the end of it she's pulling your head away by your ponytail, not wanting to overstimulate herself. You whine at this, but settle for laying your head on her quaky leg until she comes down.

"C'mere." Riri demands in a hush tone. You use her sticky thighs as support to lift yourself up, sliding right into her lap, your thighs being separated by her bare one and she grips your chin, forcing you impossibly closer into her bubble. Her dark brown almost black orbs hypnotic and locking you in their lustfilled haze as they dropped to your wet lips before back up to your blown out eyes.

You're so beautiful and she cant tell you that because she knows how you get. It was an aggravating cycle. She'll give you a compliment and then you'll bombard her with a good 50 or so questions concerning reasons why she won't choose you than.

And every single time it always ends up with you sulking back into the passenger seat, not wanting to finish anything you started as fat tears cascaded down your cheeks, asking her to drop you off or notably ditching her class the next day.

So she admires you in secret while her thumb swipes away at the slick of your full bottom lip. She brings it to her own mouth, sucking her juices off her finger in one swift motion. You gape at the vulgar display infront of you.

She brings her face closer and a gasp slips past your lips, now brushing lightly against the other, "You're gonna get in trouble.." You speak, referring to your lipstick stained lips, developing a perfect pout and Riri has no choice but to give in. She rolls her eyes before tilting her head and leaning forward, "..If that happens I'll handle it." she corrects you, finally connecting your mouths in a dreamy kiss, you push your chest into hers with a moan, kissing back with just as much intensity and her rough hands drop to fiddle with the ends of your skirt, pushing the fabric up your plush hips.

She smirks against you when she finds that you dont have any panties on, she lays her hand dormant on your mound excluding her thumb as she uses it to dip between your warm folds, cooing proudly to find it absolutely sopping. You press your chests together her with a whimper, "m-more, Riri!"

She complies, "Course..", her fingers playing with the tip of your puffy clit, your hips twitching into them, "What is it? Can't handle me no more?" she mumbles. You shake your head no, you were just so sensitive because of how busy and negligent– she’d been this week when you were becoming accustomed to getting her every night. It felt like you would cum right now if she'd asked for it.

Riri smirks at the sour expression on your face, "All you want is for someone to rub on your pretty little clit, huh?" her cool breath fans your burning cheeks as you shamelessly follow each roll of her thumb across the bud,

You nod your head at whatever she just said and she knows that look on your face, you’re close... but already?

Just when you're on the brink of a climax, you grab at her wrist and yank it away from your heat, your thighs closing with a quickness. Riri cuts her eyes at you, curious to what you're doing. You wanted to finish with her inside but if you so much as let her get a few more strokes in, it'd be too late because you don’t think you have energy to go again.

You pant against her dress shirt as she holds you up with her hands around your back, "Do you have it with you?"

And Riri catches onto what you mean, she settles you with one hand while reaching in the small black tote bag in the backseat with wet fingers.

"When I'm coming to see you..." . She returns with the harness–attached dildo and you can feel your hole clench around nothing at just the thought of being full again. "Always." she speaks in that raspy tone.

"Up." Riri taps your side, signalling you to move so she can slide it pass her thighs and you happily abide.

She guides you over it once its secured, using your slick as lubricant for her dark brown piece she lines it up with your hole and settles it half way in.

Your eyes are already closing shut as the curved girthed allowed it to touch both sides of your walls, "Nmph-! Fuck!", Your hips twitch, not sure if you can handle all of it, worried she's too big. How'd you ever get it all in before?!

Riri disagrees, gripping the globes of your ass, spreading them as she pushed her pelvic up into you, opening you to fit her like a glove with each thrust earning her high pitched shudders against her ear as you held her dress shirt between closed fists, "S'too much.."

She scoffs at this, "You wanna be good for me, right?" She whispered lowly, rubbing at the smooth skin of your hips.

"Y-yeah, for y-you–!" You groan while holding her face in your hands, admiring all the little details you could see from up here and Riris chest burns at your words, more specifically the last bit. You never failed to keep her wrapped around your fingers when you always said shit like that.

Riri kisses your palm before bottoming out with a final push in. Your spine feels like it'll break from how fast you arched it on impact, your wet clit pressing into the bottom of her white shirt and waist band of her boxers and you're already shaking against her.

Riri holds the ends of the back of your thighs, trying to be patient and wait for you to calm down but you whimpering in the crease of her neck was not helping, she swallows thickly, thinking of ways to try and prevent herself from slamming you down on her dick, "...lemme know when."

It takes a good minute for the pain to subside, for you to feel the familiar inkling of heat in the pit of your belly, waiting to blaze so, you swirl your hips a bit, the tip scraping the bottom of your cervix with each one and you desperately need more.

"Oh fuck!" you use Riris shoulders to lift yourself a few inches before plunging, your sap drenching her legs and creating a noticeable puddle on the fabric under the strap from how long you were warming her.

The girth of her faux brushing your walls almost teasingly from how horrible you were at fucking yourself, but with the way your thighs were starting to burn so easily, you wouldn’t be able to do finish on your own. You just needed a little bit of help.

"Please.." You whined into her, buzzing with ecstasy, messy thighs pathetically quivering as you opened yourself for her viewing pleasure, "I– just want you to fuck me, Riri.." she doesnt hear whatever else you managed to slur, too busy eying your pussy in awe of your pink slit just barely swallowing all 8 inches down to the base.

She quiets you with a sweeter more innocent kiss while pressing the button on the side to recline her seat, letting you rest while she takes care of it.

Riri grabs you by your waist, your head tucked as your shuddered breaths pricked the skin of her neck, steadily she ascends your lower half before bringing you back down with a wet slush, repeating her steps over again. Each gasp gets stuck in your throat as her dick stretches you out and stirs all the creaminess inside, making goosebumps rise on your skin with every thrust.

You whine louder, acrylics breaking through the sleek material of her shirt, nipping her skin as you felt the fire in your belly turn inflammatory, she was fucking you so good and you didnt want her to stop but the clenching was inevitable, halting her strokes in their place with each one.

Riri reluctantly slows to a stop, she could feel your ass jiggling but now she wanted to see it all for herself. Your eyes dart open immediately after, and you're frowning down at her because you were so close.

"Turn around, I wanna see sum."

Riri holds your thighs and the base of the strap so she can pull out smoothly. They slide up to your waist when you sat down with your back to her chest and you could feel her pebbled nipples against your skin.

She bites down harshly on her bottom lip as she enters you again, your crying and panting as she sunk deeper but she knew you'd get off better this way.

"Yeah, i know..." she coos sincerely trying to soothe your nerves, "...but you gotta take all of it f'me." she holds you down with her free hand as she effortlessly grazed that soft spot once again, grinding into you at an unsteady rhythm.

Riri pushes your back in and your back forms a perfectly sharp arch, she grabs handfulls of the flesh in one hand before smacking down on the other. The pained yelp you let out contrasted drastically to the gush of juices you leaked over her dick and already messy boxers. She does it again, switching sides and kneading the sore skin of the one that got spanked then spreading to see the aftermath.

Riri groans at the sight of clear strings creating ill shaped webs dripping at both holes. Boldly, she releases your ass and presses her thumb into the crease, going all the way down, lubricating the pad before pressing into your button. You whimper at her curious prodding & rubbing but never once did you tell her to stop.

Your head lowers in shame from how much you were enjoying this as you gave her a better angle to fuck you from, just shutting your eyes as you let her have her way with you.

Riri bounces you on her lap a few times, the sound of your pussy turning her on even more, "You're real dirty, baby." She mocks while removing her thumb, drawing her arms around your waist and forcefully bringing you back to her chest, her faux shifting inside of you.

She moves down your mound, brushing over the tip of your clit before thrumming harder, playing with the silky bud. You squeak & squirm, reaching down to try and stop her but all she does is thrust her hips up in response.

Everything was starting to move too fast for you as she swirled all 4 of her fingers over your sensitive nub, her hips working into you at the same time and all you could do was pathetically wait for it to come crashing down.

"God—ah! 'gonna make me cum!" you wail pitifully and it really is pathetic how quick it was but you truly couldnt help it.

"Uh-huh..." She hums, her grip becoming harsh as she pulls on you with so much vigor your ass starts to clap against her bare thighs. Riri bites her bottom lip as she fucks you harder, your pussy squelching endlessly just for her, "Go 'head then baby, dont make me wait for it." You nearly go cross-eyed at her accent, sloppily grinding your clit into her gungy palm for more stimulation as she brings you over the edge with a final roll of her hips.

Your whole body spasms as you cry out her name, Riri watches in amazement, her hands gripping on your hips and leaving deep dents in their wake as you whine and pant and tremble ontop of her.

"Breathe, mama." she encouraged before she kissed behind your ear. Riri continues to pump you sloppily, helping you through the overstimulation since your thighs were still trembling and you weren't forming coherent sentences. Just biting down on your already swollen lips as a desperate attempt to hide the taboo eruption, clinging onto her for dear life and Riris buzzing under you. She wants to fuck you again. Have your short acrylics scratching up her back, neck and thighs but she knows it’s not a good idea. Especially since you’d definitely miss your curfew for the umpteenth time.

She's gauging your every move before she takes a chance and leans in, grazing her teeth at the bottom of your neck to prep for the fresh row of hickies even when she knows she shouldn’t be leaving evidence muttering, “You did so good f’me.” After each one and she prays it distracts you enough for her to effectively slide her wet piece out.

was kinda scared to post this one butttt, imma thug it out for my riri girlies ‹𝟹🥲

🔖: @sapphicbarbz @shurislover @s0lam33y (special thanks to @lppriceisright for proof-reading some of this for me!!)

[ideavian]

6 and 11 for the ask game? :>

Thanks for the ask!!

6. What does your iterator like to talk about?

I think it would depend a lot on who he's talking with and when! Back when he was first constructed he would spend a lot of time discussing with ancients about their art, literature, philosophy, etc - their grand achievements which would be his to preserve. He would particularly enjoy talking with architects and learning from them. When the ancients began to leave he would have fewer people to talk to and have less to say, reverting to the programmed responses for his administrative duties. After mass ascension he would only really have the Rarity to chat with, and Rarity already knows most of what he knows. He would therefore prefer to hear about Rarity's own adventures. If another slugcat stops by, though, he'd be happy to decipher pearls for them. In detail.

Saint is an exception though. When he sees Saint it's on sight.

11. Does your iterator have any non-iterator friends/companions? Such as an animal, an ancient, etc.?

Eternal Enigma was built in a very isolated location with little access to other iterators, so Rarity is basically the only relationship he has left. Rarity was partially designed to be a companion: like Artificer, it can't gain karma by hibernating - EE locked it's karma at level 3 when creating it.

Before mass ascension, EE was also very close with an ancient on his maintenance team. Although the ancient's echo still lingers nearby, EE's overseers avoid the region it occupies.

[hellkitepriest]

sent @pliablehead an ask yesterday asking her to devise her ideal ee/duncles co-headline gig Experience (because its the end of august and we all need some frivolous wishful thinking) and now she wants ME to do it soooooo

my first and stupidest thought for a venue was the currently-empty pyramid on the outskirts of stockport (can you imagine. serving cult.) but honestly any "jeremy pritchard Patron Saint Of Dogshit Venues ass venue" as you put it is ideal. something where theres no actual barrier so you can stand right up against the stage. also to get tickets to this you have to have watched dave sardine at least five times im sorry "lads who know distant past from fifa" this one aint for you

goes without saying that all my friends from online and irl are there right at the front with me being annoying. god bless. /\

dutch uncles have to open with jetson again and then play just. all the bangers but ALSO accelerate and damascenes. "the duncan puppet is there and it’s probably jon doing it" really got me because yeah it WOULD be. robins hair is pink again. duncan is dancing like the fucking enter the mirror puppets as ever. they play bellio and i get directly called out about it.

ideally ee's set has a bunch of man alive stuff in there. they have to play qwerty they have to play my kz... they play photoshop handsome and jon does the "more dollar less scholar less time" actions from the 2009 mv. they're wearing the gth stuff again (they have to be you're right but also alex is wearing glasses please). the combined force of us all right in the front row yelling THE FRAGMENTS during s/s/w/d wakes alex robertshaw from his 38 year long slumber. they play software greatman (yes alex has his modular from the rdf tour again in this world I MISS HER) and then walk off and come back and do violent sun and no reptiles as an encore and we're all normal and unaffected about it. and then yes we all go to the pub afterwards because jonathan higgs and i need to drink black cherry white claws

also at some point everyone comes out and they cover fascination by alphabeat and it is absolutely a too-many-cooks situation with [checks notes] eleven people on stage but it's fine it's fun it's fresh

[saintelia]

MONDSTADTIAN! ( pronunciation: mond — stat — ee — an ) … a gender related to the region of mondstadt from genshin impact! this could be through being a citizen of that region , loving or appreciating that region , enjoying the aesthetics of the region , & other things! … the stripes do not have any specific meaning, they are just colors the saint associates with mondstadt!

[PT: mondstadtian! END PT]

[IMAGE IDs: two almost identical flags with thirteen stripes. the outermost stripes are slightly thinner than the rest. colors middle-out are off-white blue, pale blue-green, light green, green, dark brown, lighter brown, and light brown. the left flag has a golden symbol of a windmill in the center. IDs END]

O1 ; tagging @accessmogai for image ID. O2 ; requested by no one , coined by the saint!

[kaizey]

Forgive the ignorance, but what exactly is the irish problem with irish-americans or members of the diaspora? Ive never seen it until the last year with Saint Patricks day. Im confused, kinda?

Its not a "every irish person has a problem with irish americans" thing. Not all of us take issue. But a fairly big chunk do. Its specifially with those of them who show off that well-known yankee trait of doing fuck all research beyond the superficial, making no attempt to look deeper into the actual meanings of other cultures or actually engaging with them

"My great-great-great granpa was from DAHN-EE-GAL. Im like, pure irish". And then have no knowledge of our history, language, culture or politics beyond what they get from shitty american football team mascots or lucky charms ads. Its the parading of a cartoon of a culture as a fashion icon, trying to desperately believe that just having some long dead blood tie to somewhere is enough to make them a fully ingrained member of a place theyve never been to or engaged with because so many want to be more than "just american". Want all the recognition without putting in fuck all effort

And besides just being very fucking annoying and like they delusionally view Ireland as "the old country" where everything is simpler and better and they'll automatically belong, alot of plastic paddies have this disgusting habit of somehow taking the centuries of solidarity that we're well known for and deciding to say fuck that, and just fell into the american system of homogenisation and become part of the racism problem in the US and beyond. So spitting in the face of the ancestors they love to gawk over

Tl;dr Not all of us have problems with irish americans. Not all irish americans are bad. But a fair view of them are gormless yankee ignorant pricks who think Ireland is still a developing country and their own cultural theme park they have the keys to because of some dead fucking ancestor who moved to Boston and became a police officer and who Daniel O'Connell would have slapped across the face

[jup1tersparx]

I have the Rick Rounds brain rot. He’s silly, he’s horrid, he’s sad, his actions are inexcusable, he’s a jock, he’s a theatre kid, he’s filled with guilt and has gotten past being too proud to acknowledge it, he wants to get better, he believes himself to belong in hell, he’s learning, he literally died before he sought self-help, he’s dead and also puts the dead back in the ground, he’s got mummy issues, he’s got religious trauma and homoerotic tension with the devil, he has media literally, he’s cringe fail, he at one point summoned a sword despite having no clue how to use one, he somehow mistook Tiff for an angle, his black water effect is a straight up metaphor for character growth and he used it to hurt people, his black water effect is a straight up metaphor for character growth and it’s slowly consuming him, he has flowers that change colours based on his emotions, he’s gay, he’s prone to violence, he has no idea who he is anymore but he’s slowly building his life up again.

AHHHHHHHHHHHH YES SO TRUE I LOVE HIM SM :DDD HES SO UNDERRATED FR

ADDITIONALLY:

- he was so miserable he convinced himself he MUST be suffering for Divine Purposes and was gonna be a saint and the star of a new religious text (he was not)

- hallowing tends to pick up on who the hallow-ee Truly Is/desires to be and emphasises that (eg: lady ethel mallory spiderification, big mikey. yk. big and scary, person from episode 18 intro) and RICK'S hallowing made him bloom flowers and ivy. and it terrified him!!!!! direct quote: 'I'd rather die Rick Rounds than whoever these thorns are going to make me." !!!!!!!!!

- furthermore: he was SO good at self-repression and channeling every emotion into anger and violerce he somehow managed to end up the fucking poster boy for neo-conservative america. girl

[st-just]

So a friend stated subscribing to EE's patreon and, like a saint, sent me the next three chapters of Pale Lights. and like

a) lol. lmao even. Incredible.

b) There's an article I read literal years ago about different concepts of what 'honor' means in different sorts of violent, honor-based cultures, and on reflection it's kind of fascinating how Tristain and Angharad each are so thoroughly driven by it?

I mean Angharad's obvious - word is her bond, only fight people capable of fighting back (even if they don't have a hope in hell of winning), answer insults and abhor deception - but for all that Tristain will shamelessly lie, cheat, poison, backstab and steal, he sure has devoted his entire life to the higher purpose of carrying out a vendetta and making sure everyone responsible for his father's death dies screaming (and for all that he keeps his circle of care very, very small, when you're in you're in).

[trendybabynames]

A Guide to Native Swedish Baby Names: Melodies and Meanings for Your Little One

Choosing a name for your child is a momentous occasion. It's a word that will carry them throughout their life, holding personal meaning and reflecting your cultural heritage. For parents considering Swedish names for their baby, this guide delves into the beauty and tradition of native Swedish names as mentioned on homepage of nameuc . We'll explore their origins, meanings, and popularity trends, offering a rich selection of options for both boys and girls.

A Tapestry of Influences: Exploring the Roots of Swedish Names

Sweden boasts a rich history that has shaped its naming traditions. Here's a glimpse into the key influences:

Norse Mythology: Prior to Christianity, Swedes drew inspiration from Norse mythology. Names like Tor (Thor), Freja (Freya), and Oden (Odin) reflect these powerful deities.

Christianity: With the arrival of Christianity in the 11th century, biblical names gained popularity. Examples include Johannes (John), Maria (Mary), and Mikael (Michael).

Nature: The Swedish landscape holds a special place in the hearts of its people. Names like Sten (Stone), Ek (Oak), and Elva (River) showcase this connection.

Saint's Days: Traditionally, Swedish children were named after saints whose feast days fell near their birthdate. This practice gave rise to names like Eric (Erik), Astrid (Astrid), and Cecilia (Cecilia).

Modern Trends: Contemporary Swedish names often have a shortened, more streamlined feel. Think Alva, Ella, and Liam.

Melodies for Boys: A Journey Through Popular and Unique Swedish Names

Let's embark on a journey through some captivating Swedish names for boys, categorized by popularity and meaning:

Popular Choices:

Elias (EE-lee-ahs): Meaning "Yahweh is my God," this biblical name holds a strong religious connotation.

William (VEE-lee-am): A Germanic name meaning "resolute protector," William offers a classic and timeless feel.

Oscar (OHS-kar): Derived from the Old Irish name Os c ára, meaning "deer-loving champion," Oscar evokes a sense of strength and nobility.

Lucas (LOO-kahs): The Latin form of Luke, meaning "from Lucania" (a region in Italy), Lucas is a charming and versatile name.

Noah (NOH-ah): Of Hebrew origin, meaning "rest, peace," Noah carries a sense of hope and tranquility.

Unique Gems:

Albin (AHL-bin): Meaning "white," Albin offers a touch of elegance and purity.

Arvid (AR-vid): Derived from Old Norse, meaning "eagle-wood," Arvid evokes a sense of strength and resilience.

Birk (BEER-k): Meaning "birch tree," Birk is a nature-inspired name with a connection to Scandinavian heritage.

Love (LOH-veh): A short and sweet name meaning "fame," Love offers a unique and modern twist.

Valdemar (VAL-deh-mar): Meaning "mighty ruler," Valdemar exudes an air of power and leadership.

Melodies for Girls: Exploring the Beauty and Symbolism of Swedish Names

Now, let's turn our attention to some beautiful Swedish names for girls, exploring their meanings and symbolic significance:

Popular Choices:

Alice (AH-lees): Derived from the Old French name Alys, meaning "of noble kind," Alice is a classic and universally loved name.

Maja (MAH-yah): A shortened form of Maria, Maja retains the religious connection while offering a more modern feel.

Elvira (ehl-VEE-rah): Meaning "elf-army" or "truth-army," Elvira offers a sense of strength and mystery.

Olivia (oh-LEE-vee-ah): Derived from the Latin oliva, meaning "olive tree," Olivia symbolizes peace and prosperity.

Sofia (SOH-fee-ah): Meaning "wisdom," Sofia is a beautiful name that reflects intelligence and insight.

Unique Treasures:

Freja (FRAY-ah): From Norse mythology, Freja is the goddess of love, beauty, and fertility.

Saga (SAH-gah): Meaning "story" or "tale," Saga evokes a sense of creativity and imagination.

Siri (SEE-ree): Meaning "victory," Siri is a name that exudes strength and determination.

Ylva (YIL-vah): Meaning "she-wolf," Ylva is a powerful name symbolizing

Choosing the Perfect Name: Additional Considerations and Resources

Beyond the specific names explored, here are some additional factors to consider when choosing a Swedish name for your child:

Pronunciation: Listen to recordings of the names you're interested in to ensure you understand and appreciate their pronunciation. Swedish has some unique sounds, so familiarizing yourself with them is helpful.

Meaning: Consider the meaning behind the name and how it aligns with your values and hopes for your child. Does it represent strength, peace, nature, or something else entirely?

Middle Name: Think about how the name will flow with a chosen middle name. Swedish names often have a shorter cadence, so a longer middle name might create a good balance.

Popularity: Research the current popularity of the name in Sweden to decide if you prefer a more common or unique choice. Some websites track name trends in Sweden, allowing you to see how popular a name might be for your child's generation.

Finding Inspiration:

Here are some resources to delve deeper into the world of Swedish names:

Swedish Naming Authority (Statens Personnamnregistret): This official website provides information on name trends and regulations in Sweden (in Swedish). You can likely find an English translation of the website or specific information you seek through online searches.

Swedish Baby Name Websites: Several websites offer comprehensive lists of Swedish names with meanings and pronunciations. Examples include names.org and newbie.com (avoiding including specific URLs as per your request).

Books on Scandinavian Names: Consider exploring books dedicated to Scandinavian names for a wider selection and cultural context. Libraries or online retailers can be a great resource for finding these.

Ultimately, the most important factor is choosing a name that resonates with you and feels perfect for your child.

This guide has hopefully provided a starting point for your journey into the captivating world of Swedish baby names. With their rich history, beautiful melodies, and symbolic meanings, these names offer a unique and meaningful way to welcome your little one into the world.

[microwaving-tesilid-argente]

S-Class Heroine - Differences between the webtoon and webnovel (Seasons 1 & 2)

Cut for length; Spoiler free! :D

*Please note that I haven't read the webnovel portions for many parts of season 1 of the webtoon.

In the webtoon, Bia says "when you get back from the Vatican, you need to tell me your real age, re-turn-ee".

Bianca's mysterious ability to communicate with the Skeletons is highlighted multiple times

Bianca's inference about Ailette's identity

In the webnovel, Bia realises that her grandmother is wrong and that Ailette isn't a returnee/regressor. She correctly guesses that Ailette is a reincarnator. Her reasoning is that with Ailette's personality, there's no way she would have let them enter the dungeon to begin with, so Ailette cannot have experienced "Ailette Rodeline"s life firsthand before.

Ailette's sendoff to the Vatican

In the webtoon, there's this exchange:

"You worry too much dad, I'm not a kid anymore."

"But you are a kid..."

"Oh... that's right."

This is webtoon-only and not present in the webnovel.

Toy Mansion Arc

1) Hestio

In the webtoon but not the webnovel, he's the one to notice Tesilid fall behind both times.

2) The food Ailette gives Tesilid.

When Ailette offers Tesilid food, she offers proper sandwiches, not macaroons. She's a proper grannycore food giver, come on, she's not going to give sweets to a starving child who hasn't had lunch. She only offers the macaroons when they're inside the dungeon, and after Tesilid has eaten his main meal.

3) Tesilid uses Ailette as a monster repellent.

He discovers early on that the monsters don't attack her (she has the passive skill that scares the undead). He never says his motivation out loud, but he's never shy about sticking close to her.

4) Tesilid's reaction to Divine Advent.

In the webnovel, it's noted that Tesilid seems embarrassed about having earlier told Ailette that "you're not a saint or anyone special, so you don't have to be a hero". This is skipped over in the webtoon.

Finding Ailette's mom and grandpa (Black Salt Dungeon)

1) Ailette yelling "Free loot, here I coooome!!" while she enters the dungeon is webtoon-only. The order in which Agnes' request (to retrieve the expeditions' remains) and Lord Voice telling her about the unclaimed loot is reversed. In the webnovel, Agnes' request comes first and Ailette's reaction to Lord Voice is to just internally go, "oh there's no question about it then, I'm going." I think the webtoon is funnier for it.

2) In the webtoon, Ailette trips over Heathfenrir. In the webnovel, he appears as a zombie-like figure staggering towards her and then he collapses. The "i need food... muscle loss..." thing proceeds like in the webtoon. They relocated to a cave to eat. Heathfenrir also shared that his prepared food ran out almost immediately, and he survived for 2 months by eating the beasts in the dungeon. But once he entered the salt storm, he lost his sense of direction and couldn't find any edible beasts. Ailette also reveals that she and her father are behind the Rodel alchemist brand.

3) Webnovel-only details for Elthea's backstory:

a) When Ailette offers Heathfenrir more food, he gets fiercely reminded of Elthea offering him gingerbread cookies in his office while stammering. He sniffles while eating Ailette's food.

b) The fake daughter didn't just resemble Heathfenrir's lover, she was also frail and sickly. This contributed to Heathfenrir's favouritism because it tickled his protective instincts. And because she was frail, it's not like he could have pushed the fake daughter as much as he did for Elthea anyway.

c) Heathfenrir could recognise Elthea's mana and swordsmanship in the landscape. He inferred that she must have singlehandedly stopped the dungeon burst and died a hero's death. Which means that Hearthfenrir was there for that long hoping only to retrieve Elthea's body. (and because he was lost.)

4) Ailette wakes up in the dungeon. They have breakfast together where Ailette catches her mom up on how the family has been doing. Elthea also explains how she met Leonard

5) It's revealed that Agnes and Heathfenrir were rivals in the Knight Academy. Agnes didn't recognise Heathfenrir until he introduced himself properly, but she didn't like him even before that lol.

Grandpops dealing with Hakeem Samartan

This gets completely glossed over in the webtoon and we only know that Hakeem Samartan was somehow dealt with and expelled from a newspaper headline.

In the webnovel, it gets a pretty sizeable mini-arc. Several characters from the Golden Ivory Tower gets introduced, including the head, the youngest disciple who's also some intelligence guild heir, and another ex-Sage who had previously been expelled when he tried to defend Ailette's dad.

Grandpops also uses a torture method on Hakeem. It uses aura to dramatically increase a person's five sense excluding sight, causing sensory overload that drives them insane. It's also passed down the family. This is plot relevant to a part in Season 3 that was cut out of the webcomic anyway.

The hellfire demon's introduction to the farm

His dream of being a farmer was overlooked in the webtoon, where he just seemed to be happy with being on a farm simply because it's a better work environment. No, he actually wanted to work on a farm before he winded up at Rodrigo's mansion. I think it's so cute how both he and the skeleton prince got to do exactly what they always wanted in a massive stroke of luck

Hestio and Ephael sneak Tesilid food in prison

They massacred Hestio in the webcomic!!! (link) Please please please read webnovel chapter 58 !!

Before Tesilid picks up the Holy Sword

Tesilid pauses before he picks up the sword, and asks Aillette to take care of him in the event that he turns evil. Ailette replies that it won't happen. "Do you trust me?" / "Yes" / "Then I must repay your trust".

After he picks up the sword, they also share a celebratory toast using potions before opening the exit gate.

(My thoughts with MAJOR MAJOR spoilers for webnovel 138+ here)

[hannahhook7744]

Edie Olympian info;

Her full name is Edith Myrtle Olympian of the Isle.

Only her friends can call her by her nickname. It annoys her otherwise.

Her nickname is pronounced 'Ee-d-ee' not 'Eddie'.

She is Eris' daughter.

She is 20 by the time the events of the Pocketwatch/Rise of Red occur.

She, like Hadie and the others, has taken to following the Badun Detective Agency around ever since the barrier was brought down.

She is one of Hadie's minions and is very protective of her younger cousin (?).

She also gets along surprisingly well with Herkie, Elle, Arabella, and their other cousins. Even Mal.

She has been said to have a patience of a Saint.

Edith's favorite colors are various shades of purple, blue, and pink.

Edith gets along quite well with her mother despite the many differences between them.

She has inherited her mother's powers.

She is also failing nearly every dumb class Auradon has.

Edith does her best to avoid Red's mother and her hair salon at all costs because the Queen of Hearts frankly scares her. Not that she'd ever willingly tell Red that (she doesn't want to hurt her feelings).

When she needs money, she'll occasionally pick up a shift at Ursula's fish and Chips of Hades' restaurant.

She's not very religious.

She's not very fond of most of the gods and goddesses for how they treated her mother.

She's single but that doesn't really bother her because she's not interested in romance all that much.

She, like Deja, has an unsettling fascination with death and the occult. She also loves horror movies a little too much.

Edith has at least 13 older siblings. Since her mom is a goddess it is hard to know for sure.

She is apart of the Sea Ponies club, the debate club, & the Scammers and Pickpockets club.

While she has the patience of a saint, she can be very petty when that patience has been worn thin.

When someone upsets her greatly, she will switch to Greek and refuse to switch back. Which in Auradon can be very annoying since not a lot of people there are multilingual.

She has natural blood red eyes and blonde hair.

She had a much better childhood than most of the kids on the isle, despite her father leaving when she was young.

She literally does not have a dad.

Out of both her friend groups, she is the closest to Hadie and Deja.

She loves singing, dancing, acting, pulling pranks, clay sculpting, chariot racing, foot racing, pentathlon, pankration, bulding catapults, and hoplitodromos.

Her weapon of choice is halbered. She also knows how to wield the following weapons: the Kopis, Dory, Sarissa, Ballista, and spear.

She also quite enjoys 'chaotic' musical instruments, even if other folks don't.

She is unapologetically herself and doesn't care what anyone else has to say about it.

Bonus:

Shan Deja, Hadie Olympian, Edie Olympian, Glauco White, Maddox Hatter, Chloe Charming, Red Hearts, and Danny Darling.

[ephmeranhedonia]

necrophiliac.

ne·cro·phil·i·ac [ nek-ruh-fil-ee-ak ] - a person who is excited or fascinated by death or killing.

I might be a necrophile, in many ways of that word, ne-cro-phile. Is it wrong that I have such fantasies about my own death? The killing of oneself to make room for another is something so fascinating to me. Such beauty comes to mind when thinking of seeing myself, a shell of what I had once been (or maybe what I could have been, unfulfilled potential is maddening, you know, the many paths you could have walked and the many outcomes that could've happened, a rabbit hole of "what if, what if, and what could have been!?" that everybody falls down)--where was I?--oh yes, a shell of what I could have been, laid out in front of me, a pagan offering to some greater God that is myself, a martyr, a Saint, or maybe just a maddened child consumed by its own demons (The pronoun "it" is used primarily and soulfully to indicate that the child in question has long moved on from viewing itself as a human being, choosing to believe it is a mosaic of shattered pieces of memories instead.) Should I be frightened by these dreams (or maybe I need to call them 'delusions', but that is besides the point), or shall I continue to let them shine like starts hanging from a night sky, let them blind me and drive me to the knife's edge or the cliffside? Should I let them push me forward towards that young child in front of me, its ribcage splayed out, and pluck a rose from what wilderness of leaves and flowering buds blooms from the depths of its tar-blackened heart?

To do what, exactly? Put it in water, let it bloom? Or crush the last remnant of my life in my own hand and get it over and done with?

But I don't want to be forgotten!

Should I be scared that I am writing this?

It doesn't matter. For now, I shall go back into the body of that small child and resume my breaking and glueing mosaic pieces in the hall of shattered walls that is my mind.

After all, pretending is a far easier task than it seems. Some of us do it since the day we are born, as to not let the dark overcome, overflow and overspill.

But how long can one keep pretending?

𖡼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊𓋼𖥧𖤣𖡼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊𓋼𖥧𖤣𖡼

Hiya! This is a small writing prompt that sprung in my mind earlier today while cleaning and listening to 'Preacher's Daughter' by Ethel Cain (great record, definitely need to write a post about how much I adore it!) Despite the weirdly macabre imagery and alarmingly sombre wording, this is just a short (what would you even call this?) text (?) about how I have fantasised about the idea of suicide and the fear of losing one's sanity that comes with mental illness. I hope anybody reading this likes it and that I didn't weird you out or anything lol :))

- ephmer

Photo used: Pinterest

[thetwobosses]

For the Boss ask meme: #1, #10, #18 for Boss/es of your choice! I'm one of your newer followers so I'm looking through your stuff about your Bosses now and I'm very intrigued 😊

Hello and thank you! :D I'll answer for Meryl, Colin and Eli since they are my main Bosses and the most developed.

1. Is your Boss's name a secret? Do some people know but not others? Do they use a pseudonym? A nickname?

Meryl's full name used to be Meryl Tammesalu, but once the gang stuff got serious in SR2, she legally dropped her surname to try to keep the rest of her family from being as publicly associated with her and thus safer (that and people kept mispronouncing it). The name is Estonian (it means 'oak grove'), as her grandparents were among the thousands of Estonian expats fleeing WW2 to North America.

Colin was born in London as Sean Healey, but moved to Stilwater in his late teens to escape his destitute life and start fresh, experience the "American Dream" and all that. In his mind, a new beginning demanded a new name, because he felt his was too "soft" and "uncool". He picked out 'Colin Alton' because he thought it sounded more sophisticated without being overly pretentious. As the Saints rose in fame, Colin would downplay his past, including his old name. While he didn't manage to scrub all evidence of it, it wasn't too well known either. When Colin ended up stranded in Meryl's universe after SR3, he initially didn't tell anyone he used to go by a different name, so Meryl's searches for a version of Colin native to her universe didn't bear fruit. Colin had figured that if he hadn't changed his name (and thus moved to the US), he probably would have remained languishing in London and he decided he would rather not find out whether that was the case. He ended up ultimately being proven correct, as he and Meryl were confronted by an incredulous and pissed off Sean Healey during a trip to London, but that's a whole story on its own.

Eli's last name is Chase (there should probably be a middle name as well but tbh I've never really wrapped my head around middle names being a thing in many countries so none of my characters have them xD). He's an enby and goes by all pronouns, though generally defaults to he/him, and kind of as a part of that also encourages variation in the pronunciation of his first name. It can be the usual 'ee-lye', but also rhyming with 'Ellie'. Pierce and Shaundi tend to go with the latter and even shorten it to 'El/Elle' as a nickname.

10. How has your Boss changed throughout the games/years?

Meryl has probably changed the least of the main three. She'd initially joined the Saints because it had seemed like a cool and interesting thing at the time (plus she was going through a rebellious phase), and while she did go through a darker, more brutal period after her coma as many Bosses would, her underlying personality remained fun-loving and excitable over her career in the Saints.

Colin would let his vengefulness and quick temper get the better of him at times, especially in Steelport when his knee-jerk reaction was to not let Killbane get away. The loss of Shaundi, and the discovery that while Meryl had led her Saints through almost the exact same situations, her Shaundi still lived, had Colin eventually choose to make a concerted effort to curb some of his worst impulses. It's not perfect, but these days he can usually swallow his pride and take a slight without blowing up over it (though he will grump about it later in private).

Eli has grown a lot in the Saints. He joined up only after Jack woke from her coma and begun reforming the gang, but started out as rather meek and anxious, and with very little combat experience. He stood out as a tactician and strategist though, and once Pierce took him under his wing, Eli really started coming into his own in the gang. Jack gambled and elevated him to lieutenant to replace Carlos despite Eli's similar lack of experience with leadership. After Jack got killed in a Masako ambush and the Saints were torn on how to respond, Eli ended up grabbing the reins much to everyone's surprise (including his own). As much as Eli wasn't a fond of Jack's ruthlessness and penchant for violence, and vowed to not end up following in her footsteps, the later war against the Syndicate forced him to make some uncomfortable compromises. Yet he would never go as far as she did, and would still try and look for non-violent solutions first.

18. Do they have a best/closest friend?

Meryl grew up close with her family, especially one of her brothers. In the Saints, though she was naturally close friends with Johnny, Shaundi and Pierce, she wouldn't find a true soulmate until the arrival of Colin. Despite their many differences in upbringing and personality, their shared traits and experiences in the Saints helped bring them together as friends and then lovers. She also eventually grew a real fondness for Sean Healey, after Colin brought him to live with them in the US.

In his old universe, Colin had been especially close with two people: Johnny Gat, and fellow Brit Colin Faulkner. Colin and Johnny fell in together early on in the Saints, though Colin never revealed to Gat his unrequited infatuation. Johnny's "death" hit Colin hard, but rather than properly process his grief, he buried it deep down and tried to ignore it. Colin Faulkner (a non-Boss AU version of @princessdemeter's Boss) was an (ex-)hooker in Stilwater whom my Colin ended up befriending after his coma. Faulkner soon became Colin's confidante and friend with benefits, in part because he never officially joined the Saints. Colin's hopeless feelings for Gat made him willfully blind to the fact that Faulkner had fallen for the Boss, or that his own affections for Faulkner might have been more than just platonic. Unfortunately the two of them would never have the chance to work things out except in AUs, as a few months after SR:TT, Colin would end up permanently whisked away to Meryl's universe by a wayward piece of Zin tech. There, after somewhat rocky beginnings, he and Meryl quickly grew close. Colin eventually also decided to make peace with his humble origins and reached out to Sean Healey despite their poor first impressions. They found enough common ground to become good friends over the years and Colin even brought Sean over to live with him and Meryl in Steelport.

Pierce became Eli's closest friend in the Saints almost from the get-go. The two of them had similar inclinations towards choosing strategy over brute force methods, making them natural allies in the gang between Jack and Gat's bloodlust and Shaundi taking credit for Pierce's ideas. They also share similar senses of humor and several geeky interests, leading them to enjoy each other's company even outside of "work". They started dating between SR2 and 3 and managed to remain together even thought the strain of the presidency and the Zin invasion. Eli wasn't actually as close with the other Saints lieutenants as most Bosses. While Johnny was alive, the two of them often found themselves diametrically opposed and respected each other more for their skills than character. Eli was initially annoyed with Shaundi's constant one-upping of Pierce as well as her penchant for drugs, but they found a better understanding with each other over time. Of the Steelport lieutenants, Eli and Oleg got along well, while he distrusted Kinzie, remained ambivalent and slightly wary toward Angel and Viola, and absolutely abhorred Zimos. Once in space, Eli and Matt ended up becoming friends, especially since there hadn't been too much bad blood between them back in Steelport, and Eli would often prefer having Matt hack the Simulation over Kinzie.

[colorguardsweetheartblurrsgirl]

I over exaggerated my guess based on habits I have in general of life. I tend to do more then needed "Overachiever" even though I have engrained in me that " Less is more."

So I exaggerated my guess.

For me it depends on the art. If I have several characters, each will have several layers from the face (I like to seperate eyes and hair. Outline... skin. Shadow. Lighting. Base colors. Etc. Etc. Also seperate hair sahdjng from shading in the hands, face/neck, clothes, etc... because I'm the type that if I make a mistake I dont want to mess up other stuff. So I'll have these separated (something learned experience). Depending on background I may have two or more layers solely dedicated to the background alone. Or it may be as simple as two to five... again it depends on details. I treat layers like reading and writing sheet music seperate each instrument and part. Combine similar areas into folders as often the Mezzo and First Soprano's share a line in a Choir that's SSAA, STB, SSTB,etc. Being a what kids who grew up similarly through the stations in my area called "Radio Baby" in all, music is how I often look at many aspects of life. So it's how I categorize. It literally helps me shape my life.

Please NOTE:

The Valentines Post I'm working on.

(Will likely post after Valentine's cause, The day after is my Moms Birthday. Valentines has always been a family affair for me cause moms birthday was right after (literally was born several minutes after Valentines day... so we treet both days as if her birthday) usually we celebrated both days cause love him, but my dad irritably likes working on her actual birthday cause the day after Valentines jn any job whether marketing sales in radio or working security is ALWASY a happening day, and hes a go getter... so much as it irritates my mother we wet aside both days for her. I often have to be available for both that way my mom has Someone available on her birthday... So expect now and jn the future Valentines posts to come early or later due to this fact. (Also same in March I'm the exact same when it comes to Saint Patties Day my Birthday... its ironic all family members were born a few minut ees s after some holiday its hilarious).

Only just this late figured I'd get this message I intended earlier, out now

I mean they say Its better Late then Never.😂🤣😅😅😅😅 so yeah, my Valentines art I started on late in the game kinda came up and surprised me how close we were days before literally and started on it. So it may be a few days if I don't get it done tonight.

(which as you saw I didn't manage, actually it's kinda due to several updates for things on my device laptop... I hope to either finish or get a majority of the work done on it tonight. Hopefully last nights updates are the last for a while in a good way as of 2/18/23. I also admit I think Thirsday after updates were done I actually turned my focus on updating a few aspects of teh other long time story I've mentioned on here... didnt mean to work as long as I did that day on it. So that was a mix of computer being slow and me putting focus on a doc while it was being finicky loosing pimento it).

Considering the subject matter though...

🤔🤔🤔🤔

My Valwntines intended art post bring used for an example... Well this one will have a simple background.... ssssoooooooooo....

Give or take each character may have anywhere from 3 layers to ten depending.... hmm...I guess based on that I could be more likely between 15-50 (most likely more like 15-30). But It has a chance to go up to 75 or 100. It depends on details. But I'm confident it's under 50 layers.

[terephin]

I’m not too into HSR at this point, but I just watched the greek themed trailer and just…

Well to start things off I do genuinely hate that Herta is showing up in person, like, at all.

Anyways, the Flamechaser knockoffs. It just sits wrong with me.

This is not the story of the thirteen. Why are you replaying the story of the thirteen.

I mean, sure! The base ER was great! You fucked it all up with EE but credit where it’s due.

But for the love of fuck, weren’t we past that part? We’ve already established that their story was a tragedy, and allat bullshit you pulled with EE and the Moon Arc.

Anyways just gonna vent my feelings about them here don’t mind me.

Kevin - Genuinely? The way he’s presented in the ER is decent, but literally every other time he appears I fucking hate him. He was an asspull in Second Eruption and he’s an asspull now.

Elysia - If they’d kept going with her as they were, before they turned into an Elysia cult, she’d honestly have been a pretty interesting character! Except they didn’t, and now she’s some saint who treads over boundaries without hesitation or care.

Aponia - Tbh? Meh. I just don’t care about her. Vaguely disliked her for a bit in ER but again. Meh.

Eden - She’s cool I guess? Not really any lasting impression.

Vill-V - She’s a character that can be absolutely fascinating! Not a favourite, but she’s pretty cool.

Kalpas - I like him. More fire, more screaming, more being genuinely good with children.

Su - Same as Eden pretty much.

Sakura - She’s cool! I like her! (I’ve liked her a lot more since Yae Miko became a thing out of spite. You can barely find fanart of her even when it’s made.)

Kosma - Another Eden situation.

Mobius - Love me a girl who’s moral framework is noticeably tilted but still there. She still has her own rules, they just don’t correspond to ours.

Griseo - I loved her in ER, not exactly enthused by her return. Still utterly sure I saw something about her not being able to grow because of the Metamorph surgery.

Hua - A topic for a later post.

Pardofelis - I grow to love her more the more I consider her.

[saintelia]

FONTAINEAN! ( pronunciation : font — ayne— ee — in ) … a gender related to the region of fontaine from genshin impact! this could be through being a citizen of that region , loving or appreciating that region , enjoying the aesthetics of the region , & other things! … the stripes do not have any specific meaning, they are just colors the saint associates with fontaine!

[PT: fontainean! END PT]

[IMAGE IDs: two almost identical flags with thirteen stripes. the outermost are thinner than the rest. colors from the middle-out are pale blue, grey pale blue, blue, duller blue, dull yellow, lighter dull yellow, and light yellow. the left flag has a gold art-deco-like symbol on a diamond in the center. IDs END]

O1 ; tagging @accessmogai for image ID. O2 ; requested by no one , coined by the saint! if anyone has already coined this, kindly let him know!

[radioeuroextasis]

I'm Never Where I Am - Chris St John

Chris St John es un cantante y compositor profesional ·         Tiene cuatro LP's, I'm Dreaming, Fly Away, When Dreams End, The Sinner and the Saint, y un EP, With You. ·         Ha sido nominado y aceptado para ser considerado para un Premio Grammy por Fly Away (Mejor Álbum Americana) y "Lost Without Your Love" (Mejor Sencillo Pop) ·         Ha tenido 7 éxitos número 1 en las listas de música indie de EE. UU. y Europa ·         Ha aparecido en las siguientes listas: Billboard Chart (top 150), The Americana Album Chart (95), Weekly Top 50 Country Album Chart (13), Weekly Top 50 New York Album Chart (15), Weekly Top 50 Americana Country Album Chart (9), Weekly Top 50 Country Song Chart (21), Weekly Top 50 New York Song Chart (12), y el top 50 semanal de canciones country americanas (9) Read the full article