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THIS is partly what I mean. I need more stillness and rest than most. Or I get burned out fast, I'm consumed by the horrible, rote, meaningless activity and it even drains me of energy for real things, creativity, things that matter. A state of constant tension (which I have anyway but even more). NEVER a life I want to live.
I need a workday of 4-5 hours-- unless it's work I love and am passionate about-- with the rest being rest, immersing in nature, creativity, hands on things, volunteer, interacting with kids and animals, etc.
I dont care about a lot of material things anyway. So I don't need a lot of money for superficial things like fashionable clothes, fancy cars, things thst font matter compared to things that aren't quantifiable. I am the sort of person who is really not made for this society at all, with its relentless consumerism and shallowness, hollowness-- I strive for meaning, the things that are suited to my skills and natural inclinations
#Even writing I only do 3-5 hrs#I can switch to more#I. Feel frazzled tho#Even w this much#INFP#Work for myself#Writing#Blog#Perhaps human rights organization#I wouldn't want to work for a corporation#I dont care about materialism or any products#I crave meaning.#Meaning is in helping the vulnerable#More ppl should do it#Empathy#Creativity#Use innate abilities#for what is needed!!!#Write blog#Ir research#farm#creative business#Work w kids and animals#WHY NOT?#rather than blah thing that means nothing#Why shouldn't I do these things?#Dream s r for a reason
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god i do still think it’s so interesting that most wizards (and even gale itself at times) talk about magic as though it’s an exact science, like, fantasy equivalent of being a STEM major, but during the weave scene gale explicitly compares it more to music and art and poetry, like!!
i know he has a thing for the dramatics but this is fascinating!!!
#makes me think abt that post (forgive me i doubt i could find it) talking about how like#gale’s been manipulating the weave since he was extremely young and has an innate magical ability#and also i’m like ? summoning the illusion/bed during the confession scene??? i didn’t put that in ur spellbook boy#gale’s magic seems much more malleable than most wizards#and sure it could have something to do with his connection to mystra#but so much funnier (and also very compelling) to me if gale was originally meant to be a sorcerer#the concrete spells and incantations aren’t strictly Necessary but they serve as a very useful conduit#which like 😭😭😭 IF YOU TOLD HIS ASS HES A SORCERER HE WOULD BE SO MADDDD#anyway <3 lawl#bg3#baldurs gate 3#gale dekarios#gale of waterdeep#mouse.txt
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i think another one of the little friendship bonding moments for limochi is that young lime would bring a lot of multiplayer games over to mochis house because he had no one else to play them with and this habit continues for the rest of their friendship
#it started with competative multiplayer games and gradually started to introduce collaberative multiplayer too#mochi hates the pvp games because lime always smokes her#post-witch she starts using magic to help her win the games and it turns into one of those things where theyre yelling at each other#because limes like (FUCKING CHEATER DONT USE MAGIC TO HELP YOU SPAM THE BUTTON)#and she goes (ITS NOT CHEATING IF ITS AN INNATE ABILITY!!!!!)#lime trying to smack the controller out of her hand while also trying to win#anyway i was watching ryan and shane play a way out and i think mochi and lime would be into that
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wait, why can’t a decent amount of the members in proto-thunderclan not hunt?
A lot of them have serious physical disabilities! It's enough that it poses a logistical problem, which they are committed to overcoming together.
Thunder Storm's three legs makes him slower than his companions. He's ferociously powerful, but like a male lion, he has to rely on his "lionesses" to slow a large animal.
Bright Storm has asthma from her heroics trying to save SkyClan cats from a fire. She's taking that from Gray Wing, who is famously the first major death now. Like her son, she has a difficult time with chasing prey.
Bumble is dyspraxic. She's a terrible hunter and fighter and struggles with self-worth because OTHERS used it to dehumanize her, and continues to, even after an entire society forms out of love of her.
Sunlit Frost has permanent nerve damage in his arm from the fire, and ends up working so hard that it makes his disability worse. A bite on the good paw from Snake becomes infected after he refuses to sit out from digging graves after the First Battle; I am planning a chunky B-plot about Sunlit coming to terms with the fact he has to retire early.
That's FOUR major members of a small group with physical disabilities that make hunting hard or impossible. They have a lot of logistical problems that I will actually be exploring solutions to.
#One of the solutions will probably be a hog hunt which I'm excited for#As there's a bunch of things each person can do to help with that#It's really such a shame that canon is so hyperfixated on disabled cats feeling like they 'need to be useful' in a very well established--#Society where they CAN just be comfortably cared for#It frustrates me that the series keeps portraying that as a Good Thing and not either a tragedy of self-worth OR an exploration of--#SOCIAL ableism.#So for BB!DOTC I'm going to try and take aim at both#Ok then; let's TALK about a small underdog group who needs its members to contribute#And let's talk about how even THIS little group INNATELY values its members. How that is good and natural#And how there's NO excuse for the bigger group to be so cruel. It's not neccesity. It never was. It was spite.#Thunder Storm says 'The point of having a group at all is to care for each other. NOT to have it serve you.'#Man really comes out here like FROM EACH ACCORDING TO HIS ABILITY. TO EACH ACCORDING TO HIS NEED#And I am trying to think of how to stress how MUCH food SkyClan has. Like how I'll show that...#I'll definitely need to make sure to set up a lot during the time Thunder Storm is Clear Sky's acolyte.#Btw does that sound like a good word? Trying to figure out what Tribe cats call their apprentices#Because fuuuuck no I'm not calling them To-bes
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Ok yes America hating the cold is funny (eh) BUT. have you considered that I like the imagery of an America sitting alone in the forest in the bleak mid-winter landscape of an east coast woods, all alone in both body and mind, agonizing over her seeming doom to be stuck in the throes of loneliness for all eternity?
#aph nyo america#aph america#i want engagement <3#secret confession i actually hate that canonically america doesnt do well in the cold#it gives too much ammo to the west coasters (villains) who can’t let my poor baby alfred be the east coast girl he truly is#also in a broader sense i feel like it creates a weird divide in both the portrayal of america and the connection he has with his country#as its representation#america is one of the most climate diverse countries in the entire world and i feel like making the REPRESENTATION OF AMERICA not be able t#handle a large majority of his country’s climate is an Odd choice and creates an unfortunate barrier between american culture#and the way it’s portrayed in hetalia#imo one of the most amazing parts of the geography of the us is its ability to be a metaphor for the american people#so insanely diverse and fundamentally different and completely irreconcilable—but it works anyways.#the land works together anyways //we// work together anyways we become one anyways despite what any and all logic dictates#what any and all logic DEMANDS#so for america to not be able to represent that cohesion + community—and in fact represent an intense and almost INNATE complete inability#to even try being accepting of and embracing our differences—is just.. not something I like + insinuates a very odd view of American cultur#my eyes are shutting as i type this im so tired#sorry if this is horribly written rip#i see this a lot in the hetalia fandom (IK I JUST DID IT IN THIS POST LMAO BUT I SWEAR I DO IT AS A JOKE; I REALLY DO APPRECIATE THE WEST#COAST AND AM FULLY AWARE OF ITS ROLE IN THE US CULTURE AND FUNCTION) where people write alfred as being almost hostilely exclusionary???#towards certain areas of america—city al who doesn’t like the country; country al who doesn’t like the newfangled cities; northerner al#who hates the southerners (because theyre poor + dont fit the author’s view of respectable people BUT THATS FOR A DIFFERENT POST);southerne#al who hates the northerners—and it’s all very gross to me. america is not—at its core—a country/culture founded on separation!! our ideals#are based on being—at our most basic—separate multi-faceted individuals who COME TOGETHER!! as one because of common ideals and love#E PLURIBUS UNUM!!!!!!#ok im done gn
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My son and I are at futsal training. Music randomly starts playing from the basketball court next to us. I start swinging my arms to the beat. My son starts dancing... the Mic Mac dance 🤣
#käärijä#jere pöyhönen#mic mac#the coach was in stitches#and so was i ngl#both of us have this innate ability to bounce to the beat kf whatever we listen to#the brainrot is intense#follow me for more parenting hacks
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hey man, did you ever get that cash for your new laptop or whatever it was? if not, maybe it would be a good idea to word it differently, make it grab peoples attention, maybe mention what you could offer with this new laptop? (friendly tone btw) i know it shouldnt be necessary but sadly things do work like this here. and it broke my heart a lil to see you boost it over and over
I can't grab attention like that, because I will attract some weird vile people that are just here using the internet to the moment you let your guard down, they'll try to hell your entire life or worse that's why I word to my niche, coming with the tittle to "toin coss"
As much I NEED help and I'm asking for help cos I never asked for help my entire life besides when all started when someone tried to kill me after I got robbed. I'm doing all I can, that takes too much resilience and I'm trying my best
I can't ask for other people for help, the world has too many problems to deal, what is me asking for a notebook so I can work properly? If it brokes your heart, imagine me, I never depend on anyone my entire life besides my father, I even blush when I talk about this because I feel like I'm doing something wrong, but I know I am not, and y'all are too kind to me and that comforts me a lot
Don't worry, I will persevere and you don't need to feel that way when I boost my post either because I know I will have my notebook and everything will work out at the end
God I feel like squall in his most depressive moment from his life writing this bye
#the money is super hyper mega safe tho I don't use for nothing#the money to have the notebook is like a gf to me and I'm grinding ap for its innate abilities
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#ok so this essay assignment is about whether generative AI will help or harm humanity and all the readings relate specifically to artificial#intelligence being used in an education setting OR in an art setting (film industry etc)#so i'm saying why i think this is a Bad Idea#(not against all AI per se but why art? like literally leave art alone humans are already really really good at making good art)#ANYWAY#as i was writing this one paragraph it occurred to me#the thing being attacked when AI threatens to take over art/creativity is humans' ability and innate urge to Make#which is where I most often see the Image of God in us!!!#THAT IS WHY I DO NOT LIKE AI IMAGE GENERATORS AND WRITING PROGRAMS#the sub-creator in me rebels against it I think. how dare you try to mock something sacred with your pale substitutions.#college chronicles
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world's most normal and least macabre bones oracle.
(byron, my bones oracle changeling PC for a pathfinder game! he disguises himself as a human with white hair for Spy Reasons)
#pathfinder oracle#pathfinder changeling#pathfinder character#bones oracle#changeling#ttrpg character#ttrpg art#my art#character art#digital painting#SORRY ABOUT THE TAGS.... look at my boy#he's trying to use his innate abilities and human appearance to spy on a human kingdom.#however despite being 6'0 and intimidating. he is a slightly awkward goofball who loves fancy grilled cheese#and card games. he cares a lot abt people!#and it goes without saying he's transgender come on#byron otranto#eris
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hes rotting my brain
#bg3 spoilers#el was actually like absurdly good in combat pre amnesia but he forgor#i mean hes always preferred assassination over outright combat but he pretty rarely relied on his sorcerer abilities#he uses melee (preferably knives/daggers) when killing for fun and fun was almost his only reason for murder pre amnesia#he could use them!! he just. never did#until amnesia struck and all the things hed learned by training were lost to him but his innate magic remained :)#id multiclass him into rogue but hnggn#his fragile little sorcerer bones (he forgot all the techniques he used to use to avoid getting hit)#el forgot what sex is in his amnesia confirmed btw#too autistic to read the room too much amnesia to draw from past experiences hes a walking disaster
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[ID: A screenshot of a TikTok showing someone jumping or perhaps running (they're blurry from being in motion), and the text at the top reading "pov: les bisexuals quand le docteur leur a prescrit des antibiotiques". End ID.]
[ID: A man at a table with other men nearby has his hand raised, about to violently slam something down onto the table. The man is labeled "yo," the table labeled "una conversación casual," and the thing the man is about to slam down is "el problema es el monolinguismo". End ID.]
i hate when i send someone a meme in another language and they're like "uhm... translate? 😒" fucker i sent you a meme where 90% of the words have an english cognate and/or you don't need to know what they're saying to find it funny. can you at least TRY
#not even just monolinguialism tbh... monolingualism AND a complete lack of ??? language parsing ability??#which like. in my opinion is something humans innately have so its not even a skill issue. you have the skill. youre just not using it#source: ive cognated my way through NUMEROUS paragraphs of latin with NO clue what the fuck i was doing and GOTTEN THE TRANSLATION#and that one really funny quebec french tiktok.....
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What is with these Valentines and their ability to defy the laws of physics?
Like...
Seph and Vincent are both seen, on multiple occasions, just hovering in midair like its nothing...
And don't even get me started on AVALANCHE vs Bahamut SIN or the Forgotten Forest fight scene from Advent Children...
Sir Isaac Newton is rolling in his grave...
#{ 🍒 out of character post }#{ 🔫 vincent valentine }#[I just...]#[THEY BOTH FUCKIN' DO IT BRO...]#[Seph is seen doing it a fuckin' lot and Vincent has done it quite a few times in combat]#[Is that just some kind of ability they both have or something?]#[Fuckin' 'ell]#[For all we know they both have innate gravity magic or some shit that they use to float]
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thinking about how id piece together how magic works in hyrule. into the tags it goes
#like im not gonna go in deptj and build a massivr magic system i am simply not interested enough and its not important enough#but its like. most people have access to some level of magic and each race has a specific kind they specialize in#not as in theyre naturally attuned to it more that they have the right circumstances and items and shit#and dark magic doesn not equal evil and light magic does not equal good#also the hylian royal family dont have goddess blood or w/e they are just natural light magic users#and the female members of the family are the only ones able to use it really well with little practice/in a pinch#yadda yadda hylia died when reincarnating or w/e as sksw zelda so she technically didnt have goddess blood#just like. some fragmenta of hylias being that persisted to get to her to do her plan#im trying to get rid of the hylian royals having literal goddess blood while semi sticking to canon dw abt it#i think its interesting if they just lie about it. strong enough light magic users can just use a bow of light its not unique to royalty#anyways most people can only harness up to two different magic types or one type really powerfully#some people dont haven enough innate ability to harness a specific type but have enough to interact with magically-infused items (link)#light powers and healing powers are connects but count as two different types if that makes sense#and dark powers have a subset where… its fire emblem nosferatu. but its rare and hard to harness and can be dangerous to the user#magic types can be passed through family lines if powerful enough but its not guaranteed and ppl can still choose what they commit to#everyone has one or two they are naturally inclined towards but w/ enough practice can excel at whatever they want#its just easier to tap into those innate magics and it tends to be based on the persons personality and ideals#in general high tension situations or situations up against an opposite/strong vs magic type can unconsciously power up someones magic#people with very low innate magic ability can practice to be attuned to one or two types and use it well but it requires a lot of practice#people also have different thresholds of how much magic they can use and how strong that magic is (mana pool kinda)#you can use a LOT of spells but not be able to handle strong ones or can only use a handful but can use very strong ones#that can also be changed with training#its basically like. people start with some predestined abilities and stuff but can choose to do whatever#ofc different ruling systems and stuff have different opinions and rules on what magic can be used and by who#the hylian kingdom is most restrictive while the gerudo embrace magic- the sheikah embrace it the zora embrace it the rito are meh on it#this is the ganonbeck au. btw. magic system isnt uniform across my aus#salty talks
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A dance— Capitano
Synopsis : your relationship with him grows, and he seems sweeter than ever.
Wc : 3.2k
Warnings : contains NSFW content, fem!reader, reader is mostly called 'wife', he's super sweet, soft sex, unprotected sex, breeding kink kinda, reader wears a dress and heels.
Notes : part 2 is heree! I highly recommend reading part 1 here. And part 3 is out here!
You've tried creating art, you've tried cooking (with the help of your personal maid, Marina), you've even tried planting.
Yeah, you're a plant mom now. Not only that, you're a cat mom too. Saving the poor kitty from the harsh rain one day, you couldn't leave the poor little one outside. It's mother seeming to abandon it.
All because you have become extremely bored on the days where Capitano wouldn't be here, and he forbade you to even clean your shared bedroom because he thinks it's useless when there are servants present to do the job. (He doesn't want to tire you out.)
Come to think of it, the last time you saw him, he kept avoiding you. Whenever you tried striking a conversation during dinner, he would only hum and nod. Or when you suggested to have another picnic, he flatly refused, and it felt like the hardest rejection to your face.
It's like he had his own mood swings that you had to deal with. One day he would indulge you in the activities you wanted to do, then the next he would refuse.
Like last week.
“I used to do this when i was young.” You tell him with the softest smile to yourself, your fingers working carefully with the flower petals and strings. You were determined to make this flower crown, and you were taking your sweet time just to have him by your side.
Capitano silently listened to your words, his gaze fixed on your gentle movements as you delicately fashioned a flower crown. The air between you was calm, "You have a talent for making flower crowns," he eventually responded, his deep voice breaking the tranquil silence.
"Did you learn it from someone?”
“No… just by myself.” He couldn't help but be impressed by your innate ability to create such an intricate accessory without any formal instruction. "Self-taught." He mused, "You have an unusual aptitude for discovering things on your own.”
You hum back while adding the finishing touches, and he watched your proud display of the finished flower crown.
“this is for kitty!” You smile at the thought of the little one purring with a pretty crown on it's head.
Kitty? Capitano is confused once you start talking about the cat, you seem even more excited when you described how you cuddled with it.
"You just happened to come across this crying feline in the rain, and you brought it home with you?”
“yes! Ah, well… i hope you don't mind.”
“i don't.”
And that was the last of your conversation, and it's been a week since you last saw him.
“my lady,” You recognise the voice of Marina as she knocks on the door, and you grant her the permission of her entry.
You set the sleeping kitten on the fluffed up pillow to reach for the letter she hands you.
An invitation to the grand ball… you read the contents of it, scanning every word as you pull the paper down.
“like a party?” you ask, glancing up at her, "Yes, that is correct. A grand ball is taking place tonight. It's a gathering of the higher-ranking Fatui members and a few... select guests.” she trails off, unsure of what else to add on.
“I can see that this invitation is for Capitano, not to me.”
“lord Capitano doesn't normally attend these grand balls. So my lady, you will have to go instead.” Marina explains this and you feel like you're going to have a headache.
All you wanted to do today was sleep in with the kitten. Not to trouble yourself in some party.
But… if it's for the sake of your husband's reputation, then you are willing to do it.
You hope you don't pass away too quick from your social anxiety.
“Marina, does this really suit me?” You stare at your reflection, and Marina looks at you approvingly, her eyes taking in your stunning appearance. "Sì, my lady, it suits you perfectly," she assures you, "The dress brings out your features beautifully and fits your figure perfectly.”
“and the colour?”
"Oh, yes, the color is exquisite. It complements your skin tone perfectly. You look like a princess attending a royal ball.” and you smile shyly as you take your seat, “You flatter me too much, you know?”
Marina chuckles softly, moving behind you to work on your hair with practiced ease. "It's not flattery if it's the truth. You look truly radiant today." She begins to style your hair, weaving intricate braids and pinning them in place with delicate silver pins.
Though you can't even lie to yourself, you looked absolutely gorgeous, even when you felt a little down since you would be going alone, and you barely knew anyone.
Marina pauses in her work for a moment, her expression becoming sympathetic as she sensed your nervousness. “It's natural to feel that way. But I believe you will be fine. You are strong and independent." She resumes styling your hair, her fingers moving nimbly to create elegant curls.
You smile at her, looking at her from the mirror, “thank you.”
"It is my honor to serve you.” As she finishes your hair, she steps back to admire her work, a satisfied expression on her face. "You are ready, my lady.”
You are ready.
You are not ready.
Because why was everyone's eyes piercing bullets through you as you entered the main hall?
The whispers and murmurs start almost immediately, the guests clearly intrigued by your presence. However, you manage to keep your composure, straightening your back and walking forward with confidence, just like how Marina taught you.
Stay calm they won't eat you, you tell yourself, trying to maintain your composure under the weight of their gazes.
You were here to make friends, hopefully.
You scan the room, hoping that someone would approach you to engage in conversation. Yet nobody, not a single soul, seems to have the courage to do so. The guests continue their conversations and dances, seemingly ignoring your presence.
And so, you find yourself standing alone, sipping on a glass of champagne, feeling lost and slightly out of place.
Well this is boring. You could've stayed in with Kitty and Marina, but at least you get free food. They always taste better, right?
Everyone went silent all of a sudden, but you ignored it at first and continue taking sips of your drink.
But the silence becomes uncomfortable, just what happened to the party?
You turn around, your eyes widening immediately in surprise as you see Capitano walking towards you. Your heart seems to skip a beat as you watch him approach, his presence commanding attention and authority in the room. Capitano stops in front of you, you can't make up what his face must be like right now, but you think he has a stoic expression on his face as he takes in your appearance. His eyes roaming up and down your figure, seemingly appreciating the elegance of your dress.
“husband?” You blurt out, setting your glass aside to greet him.
"Wife," he says simply, acknowledging the fact that you have finally addressed him by that term.
The tension breaks when soft, elegant music begins to play, signaling the start of partner dances in the middle of the ballroom.
Capitano seems to realize this as he glances around at the couples already making their way to the dance floor. He then turns back to you, his expression unreadable as he silently contemplates the situation.
He can see the slight tension in your shoulders, the way your hand clutched at your dress.
"I suppose we should dance, wife.”
“you want to dance?”
"Yes," he responds. "It appears it's customary for couples at these events to dance together." He extends his hand in your direction, gesturing for you to take it. You take his hand, wrapping it gently around his gloved one. His fingers close around your hand, his grip gentle yet firm as he leads you towards the dance floor.
You notice the whispers and murmurs among the guests growing louder. But you chose to ignore them.
Capitano guides you to the center of the dance floor and positions himself opposite you, his hand settling onto your waist, and your hands on his shoulders.
"Do you know how to dance?" You whisper to him, making sure no one listens, and your eyes are on him.
"I may not engage in these social events often, but even I understand the basics of dance." His hand on your waist pulls you closer to him, you follow his lead.
Interesting.
He leads the dance with of assurance and grace, his movements fluid and confident. As you follow his lead and swirl together across the dance floor, your eyes meet his, and you find yourself unable to look away. The closeness between you makes it feel as if the rest of the world has faded away, leaving only the two of you dancing together.
You notice how he seems to turn his head slightly to look at others, mimicking their movements swiftly, it makes you smile to yourself.
His hand on your waist feels warm, almost burning even through the fabric of your dress. It's a strange sensation you've never felt when touching him, despite having already kissed (once) before.
”my dress,” you whisper amidst the graceful dance, “what do you think of it?”
You figured you always needed to give him a little push when initiating things.
His attention drift down to take in the sight of your dress once again. His gaze roams over the fabric, lingering on the way it clings to your figure, and how the color contrasts against your skin.
"It's... " he pauses, you're just wearing a dres, but he finds it difficult to describe what he feels, "Very pleasing to the eye.” he manages to continue.
"You look rather well tonight, as well.”
“Thank you, wife.”
The music suddenly shifts to a slower tempo, and Capitano instinctively adjusts his hold on you, pulling you slightly closer as he continues to dance with you.
You totally ignore how your face is almost pressed up against his chest.
As interesting as the party was, the worst part of was walking back to the estate. Why? Because the carriage decided to break down, or maybe the horses were sleepy, you don't know.
You're glad your husband is with you, or else you might've been sacrificed to the dogs at night, now even ants will fear this big guy.
But what's worse? Your damn heels are killing you. The sides of your pinky toes are already aching that you are sure it will cause nasty blisters by tomorrow.
"Perhaps next time you should wear more comfortable shoes." He stated bluntly, his deep voice betraying no pity for your situation. “but they look pretty, plus i feel elegant in them.” you stop at your tracks, looking up at him with a defeated expression.
"I'm well aware." he says dryly, "But at what cost? You're practically torturing yourself with those heels.”
He's half right, your point still stands. Beauty is pain. And now you'll have to sacrifice your beauty.
Bye bye heels. You slide them off your feet, bow having your poor feet to walk on these rocky grounds. You do feel a little better after, though.
“stay still.” He utters, and you're confused, until he takes your heels in one hand before you feel a shift of your weight off your feet, finding yourself being carried into his arms.
you wrapped your arms around his neck silently, your eyes glancing up at him as he continues walking like he you weigh nothing.
The air around you is peaceful. You feel safe with him, he's not like the scary man you hear from the others. Maybe to others he was, but to you? He was soft for you.
Your head leans on his chest where his heart rested, the beats of his heart makes you sleepy, but you refuse to sleep just like this, you want to spend every single second savouring this feeling.
Capitano carried you all the way to the estate, and through the dark corridors, making his way to your shared chambers.
The soft moonlight filtering through the windows was the only source of illumination, the atmosphere around you quiet.
He gently deposited you back on your feet, you're back home safely.
“thank you.” You whisper, your hands reaching to take the pins out of your hair to let it breath from the scruffy yet beautiful hairstyle, and Capitano starts taking off the heavy layers off him as well, with the helmet out.
You don't notice how one of your dress straps seem to fall off your shoulders, but he notices, and oh did that make something in him stir.
His steps closer from behind you, his hand reaching to put the strap back in place, but instead, he glances at the other strap.
It looked rather lonely being on your shoulder, his fingers delicately sliding the strap down which makes you ultimately still in your place.
Your entire body trembled slightly as Capitano's hands caressed your skin, tracing gentle paths across your shoulders and back down to the zipper on your side. “May i.. help you out of your dress?” His low, gruff voice, asking for permission to help you out of your dress, made your heart beat faster.
You could only nod in response, your voice silenced by a mixture of anticipation and desire. Capitano's touch was meticulous, his thumb and index delicately moving down the zipper with deliberate slowness, prolonging the tension.
Capitano lets out another low hum as he watches the dress slide down to your ankles, now leaving you only in your undergarments. His hands traced the contour of your body, his touch delicate yet possessive. His own breathing became ragged, the sight of you partially undressed igniting a fire in his eyes.
“Will you allow me to touch you?”
The question makes you turn your head, of course he can.
When you don't stop him from wrapping his arms around you, his chest pressed against your back, he takes it as a green light to continue.
His hand first brushed your hair out of the way, to allow his lips to come in contact with the nape of your neck, “you're so beautiful..." he whispered, his hot breath sending jolts of electricity through your core.
“I don't…” he hesitates, wanting to move his hands away, “i don't want to do anything you don't like.”
And your expression softens at his concern, you turn around to take his face into your hands, your thumbs caressing the apples of his cheeks and he nuzzles into your touch, wrapping a hand around your wrist before pressing a kiss to your palm. You further reassure him by littering his face with your lips, giving every empty space of his skin with at least one kiss.
“Allow me to experience this with you, and i shall take care of you till i take my very last breath.” he hoists you up easily into his arms, rough hand under your thighs as you wrap your legs around his waist, he laid you down on the soft sheets, his body covering yours as he looked down at you.
“You occupy my every thought,” he starts, “that it feels sinful to even look at your way.” He leaned down, his lips capturing yours in a searing kiss as his hand continued its exploration, ripping your bra off to cup your breast, feeling your nipple harden under his touch. He rolled it between his fingers, pinching it gently as he deepened the kiss when you gasp, his tongue delving into your mouth, savouring your taste and angelic sounds.
He leaned down afterwards, his mouth latching onto your nipple, sucking it into his mouth and your hands find his ling strands instantly, tugging on them while being careful not to hurt him.
His fingers traced down to your hip, giving them a firm squeeze before ripping your panties off next, his thumb rubbing circles on your clit, feeling you writhe and tense up under him.
It felt like an unknown territory you've yet to explore.
Upon sensing your discomfort, he presses his lips to your eyelids, then to your neck, taking his time until you relaxed, until you started feeling good based off how you were bucking your hips now.
Oh how he wanted to take his time with you, but he was aching so bad that if he continues touching you he might just burst embarrassingly fast in his pants.
“Let me in, my wife.” He gently starts massaging your thighs as he parts them, making you feel more exposed than ever, but he distracts you by softly kissing you again and again while he's unbuckling his pants and pushing them down, revealing his throbbing thick, hard cock.
“Capitano—!” you try to squirm away when you feel his tip push into your tight hole, your lips parting from the way he stretched you open, but at the same time you felt relaxed with his soft whispers of ‘take your time’ and ‘you’re doing well, my wife.’
Your cunt soon takes in every inch, swallowing him whole until you were a panting mess, and you didn't even start.
Capitano then began to move, his thrusts slow and deep at first, letting you get used to his size, to how you feel, to how he feels as he makes love to you for the first time together.
You feel your heart up to your throat and ears, it felt incredible, something you've never felt before, your soft moans echoing in the air along with a few groans coming from him.
He shivered when he felt your fingertips trace the few scars littering his shoulders and back, his dick twitching almost instantly before his thrusts grew faster, more urgent.
His hand reached down, returning back to draw circles around the bundle of nerves, and he could feel your body tense, your walls clenching around his cock as he continued to rub your clit.
“come for your husband,” he breaths heavily next to your ear, and you come undone, your moans filling the room as he felt you milk his cock. He could feel his own release following after, his balls tightening before he slammed into you one last time, spilling thick ropes into your womb, until you were filled to the brim.
Your legs were shaking slightly around him, yet his warm embrace afterwards made you melt, eyelids heavy with him still being buried inside you.
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You groggily woke up, still half in a dream-like state, the room bathed in shadows due to the closed curtains blocking out the morning sun.
As your senses slowly returned to reality, you heard a soft meow next to you, and sure enough, your little kitten had made itself comfortable in the middle of the bed. To your surprise, Capitano, who was still asleep beside you, didn't seem bothered in the slightest by the creature's presence.
“pst,” you whisper to your husband who only hummed in acknowledgment of your attention. “Can we go have a picnic this early morning? With our baby kitten of course.”
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sindyrdra really is my special little girlfailure i love her so much
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