#Vallmon

[unikumtattoo]

En vallmoblomma. Det är ett jobb jag gjorde tidigare denna veckan men hittills har jag bara hunnit lägga upp en video på processen som jag hoppas ni har sett också. Jag ligger lite efter i att posta bilder men känner Inte att det är någonting jag behöver stressa med men vill själv försöka lägga upp lite mer frekvent. #göteborg #tattoo #vallmo #göteborgdirekt #tatuering #poppy #sweden #ink #gothenburg #tattoos #tatueringar #igersgothenburg @baraodashashtags #tattooartist #vallmoblommor #goteborg #art #sverige #vallmon #beauty #flowers #göteborgare #vallmokapslar #gøteborg #inked #dermalizepro #unikumtattoo #unikum #tattoosnob (på/i unikum tattoo) https://www.instagram.com/p/CPFqMoSDgiO/?utm_medium=tumblr

[thebonesofhoudini]

Here’s the audio from tonight’s show on Twitch...which happens every Tuesday, Wednesday, and Friday from 8pm to 10pm MT (10pm to 12am EST). Already feeling this one...a nice deep and dope vibe with them minimal touches.

Tracklist

Dj Krush - Meiso (Klub Mix By DJ Shadow)

Molemen - Underworld Dominance

Round Four - Found A Way

Underground Resistance - Find Your Friends

Havvoc - Jazzy Haze

Dream_E - Love Mixxed

Brawther & Traumer - Melted (feat. Prince Morella)

Octave & Origins Of Time - Sacrarium

Lander - The Approach

Viktor Udvari - Doing Fine Or Not

Idealist - Midnight Moon

Round Three feat. Paul St. Hilaire - Acting Crazy (Club Vocal)

Sansibar - Mind's Eye

Anrra - Quantum Consciousness

Gabor - Fasoland

Sterac - X-Tracks

Jonas Hassan - Attack Under The Dome

Mihai Pol - Let The Flow Flow

Fred P - Tribal Tone

Sható - Influence

3MB - Jazz Is the Teacher (Magic Juan Atkins Edit)

Miguel Herrnandez - This

Mutually Feeling - Gutted Honeydew

Atmann - Perseverance Valley

N-Gynn - Rokit

Vallmon - Paradise

Before the Fall

[vtheobscurial]

Wild Ride

The Adventures of Er’Gak

Warnings: Very slight smut

Her hair was jet black, tresses long enough to reach her bubble shaped rear, spread out across it as if to shield it from prying eyes. It was no use, the sway to her walk caused the waving of that beautifully tamed mane and exposed the only part of her body that called out to a stranger walking behind her. Er’Gak was no exception to this rule, he was after all, a man behind the horns and the red skin. She had convinced him to follow her back to her place for what she referred to as “play time”. Though from the point of view of a stranger, he devoured her with his eyes, tongue lashing out as he licked his overly sized lips, but to him, all he had were chapped lips. He had no clue what they were walking away from the crowd for, all he wanted was a bag of nacho Doritos he saw back in a corner shop, causing a small drool to slide out from the corner of his bottom lip at the thought of sitting on some cushioned couch while he ate them.

“We’re near,” her voice was seductive as she peeked over her shoulder at him, smiling as an add-on bonus. Any man being stared at the way she stared at the demon would’ve instantly grown an erection knowing what was to come when they reached the door to her apartment. Not Er’Gak though, he was too focused on his surroundings, his eyes never seeing any other color but that of dark and gloom. The mundane world was so interesting, captivating even if he had the time to completely examine it, properly. He’d only recently arrived, let out of his cage for something other than the job he’d been assigned to do; gatekeeper of Hell. Vallmon had given him the permission to walk amongst the rest of his peers, give the world something to really be afraid of. What wasn’t expected, however, was Er’Gak attracting a daring human girl and her need to fulfill her Hentai fantasy of ‘human with demon’.

Innocently following behind her, tail wagging as he took his steps very loudly. There was a song that he hummed, not one the girl had ever heard before, but it was just a random song that he heard on the way over from the radio that was placed on the window that had been playing. He didn’t even know what it was, all he knew was that he liked the way it made his newly solid ears feel. “Mmkay,” he finally answered as they reached the door, watching her take some metal – no gold, looking instrument from her pocket and turning it in a tiny hole on the door. His enormous fingers poking at it as he heard the click, face intently on the door as it cracked open.

The girl, found it amusing as she let out an airy laughter that traveled around, bouncing against the walls and back again. “Come on in, big boy,” signaling inside, she stepped in and he did the same. Yellow glowing eyes and head moving at every direction as he took in details from the new environment. It lacked interest, he thought. Too plain for his likes.

“So what is this ‘play time’ you had in mind?” He asked as he plopped down on the couch as if it were his own. As he did so, there was a crack that erupted, it seemed the demon boy had broken the couch without meaning to. “Whoops.” Was all that he said before the girl threw on the floor her purse, kicked off her heels with a hunger painted on her expressions that made him slightly afraid. He could practically smell the lust seeping out her pores and smacking him dead in the face. In a flash, she had jumped on him and straddled on his lap. Er’Gak had no idea what it was that was happening, but her mouth was trying to eat his and he wanted out. “Wait…” his palms setting on either side of her shoulders and forcefully pushing her away from him, a weird expression given on his part, puzzled even.

“Listen big guy, just relax,” her lips went back on his and he gave no protest after. He was a gatekeeper, faced problems head on and welcomed new challenges. Though he had no idea what the fuck was happening, there was a sudden growth between his legs, and she took notice of it, brushing herself against his with a moan slipping past her lips. “That’s it,” she whispered in his ear in a breathy tone, nibbling on his earlobe as she continued to work him over. She reached down inside his pants, too large for any human man she had ever been with and worked her hand on his erection from Hell, slipping it out and exposing it to the cold air that surrounded them and guiding it between her legs while pushing to the side her lacy, skimpy underwear. Both hands were placed on his horns as her hips settled unto him and pulling him down every time she bounced on him.

Moments later, things got hot and heavy. He was on her, exploring what this woman was introducing him to. A new world of possibilities. His world, as he knew it, was exploding out of him in ways he never knew had even existed. He had never taken someone such as he took her, and even in doing so, he was at a complete loss. One thing kept him motivated, she was making sounds with each pump he gave her, encouraging him to go further and further inside of her. Losing himself in the warmth that only her slickness could offer him.

…

"Yoooohooo, you okay?" asked the giant red monkey as he pokes the woman laying beneath him, he noticed no movement or muffled noises coming from her infant lungs. Realization beginning to settle in his hot belly as his fingers began to trace down her porcelain, silky face. His eyes widening at the thought that crossed his mind. She was dead and he was the cause of it. "Oh shit."

* Er’Gak is a character of mine, created solely for shits and giggles while he accidentally fucks shit up. Very inspired by the Hellboy character, but definitely not him as personality and abilities vary greatly. On a very hilarious note, I’m a huge fan of the horn grabbing >.> *

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01. Lebedev & Vallmon – Auvrie 02. Paul Sparkes – The Bear 03. Tony Lionni – Harlem Hustle 04. Col Lawton – Going Down 05. David Museen & Erik Christiansen – Tamta 06. Eric Kupper & Kenny Proper – Over Here (Deeper Mix) 07. Lauhaus & Mario Franca – Never Give Up 08. Jose Fajardo – Vidaloca 09. ID – ID 10. Brown Vox – Alisha 11. Andre Salmon & Eurostep – En La Madrugada 12. Roog – Move On Up (Original Mix)

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Listen or download D.O.N.S. - D.O.N.S. In The Mix 655 (Clint Maximus) for free now!

Artist: D.O.N.S. Show: D.O.N.S. – D.O.N.S. In The Mix 655 (Clint Maximus) Quality: 320 Kbps 48000 Khz Genre: Electro Source: RSS

Discover more D.O.N.S. live sets & radioshows HERE | Listen or download more D.O.N.S. In The Mix episodes HERE

D.O.N.S. – D.O.N.S. In The Mix 655 (Clint Maximus) Tracklist

Check out the latest episodes of my weekly 1hr radio show D.O.N.S. In The Mix broadcasted on around 100 stations in over 40 countries. Eclectic, fresh and brand new sounds from the best DJs, producers and labels around the globe

01. Lebedev & Vallmon – Auvrie 02. Paul Sparkes – The Bear 03. Tony Lionni – Harlem Hustle 04. Col Lawton – Going Down 05. David Museen & Erik Christiansen – Tamta 06. Eric Kupper & Kenny Proper – Over Here (Deeper Mix) 07. Lauhaus & Mario Franca – Never Give Up 08. Jose Fajardo – Vidaloca 09. ID – ID 10. Brown Vox – Alisha 11. Andre Salmon & Eurostep – En La Madrugada 12. Roog – Move On Up (Original Mix)

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[nicklasandthecity]

Fröjdefull dag i trädgården denna soliga och varma höstdag! 💚🙏🏼😍 Höstsilveraxets smultrondoftande små blommor slår ut en efter en. Praktvädden och vallmon fyller på med nya knoppar och blommor än. Det sutrrar i rabatterna av alla möjliga pollinerare och silverarvet som började blomma i juni blommar än. Jag har också inväntat drakmyntans blomning och nu reser hon sig stolt i en utav rabatterna och vecklar ut sina små lila blommor. Livet är underbart! Mer vissa dagar än andra! 🙏🏼 https://www.instagram.com/p/CFUZSFXDMs-/?igshid=ub5xnus7q87f

[maxrollspel]

Den inre cirkeln

Den inre cirkeln är ett mysterium till rollspelet Ur varselklotet och andra delen i kampanjen Atomvinter.

Den blomstertid nu kommer i duggregn på skolgården. Två månader utan mobbare och sadistiska lärare men frågan är om det är bättre hemma hela dagarna. Sommaren börjar sval med regn och västliga vindar. Bra, säger de vuxna, för de annars så heta östliga vindarna är nu dödliga. Varje dag förmanas barn av vuxna om att inte äta radioaktiva bär i skogen. Rådjurskiden gömmer sig i det höga frodiga gräset och vallmon på ängen. På fälten böljar gyllenbrun vete och solgul raps till sädesärlans kvittrande. Men hotet från splittrat uran och kolliderande plutonium kommer inte bara från andra länder långt bort utan mycket, mycket närmre än alla tror.

Ladda ned Den inre cirkeln gratis HÄR.

[bubbie12]

(Vallmon)

[frenchshuffle]

Vallmon - Blue Skies

Vallmon - Blue Skies #FrenchHouse

French producers certainly know how to do it right! This time, the skillful, Parisian artist, Vallmon, brings back funky vibes in his latest work, Blue Skies. What starts out lightly quickly shifts into an upbeat, french house jam – seriously, we’re digging it! Grab your dancing shoes and tune in for this one:

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[vtheobscurial]

Don’t You Worry

“He doesn’t love you, my young fire witch,” whispered the very Devil by her ear with the saddest of expressions, yet, the most sinister of eyes as he watched her from behind. Vallmon was not one to keep truths to himself, not when it came down to those that he had gained an inch of care for and as unfortunate as that may have been for Esme, she was in his inner circle. “But don’t you worry about a damn thing,” he spoke again in a low whisper that was only meant for Esme to hear in a room filled with life. The music was loud, the cheering was overwhelming as it stung her eardrums. Every which way she settled were only met with the happiness around, a feeling she had long forgotten and as much as she tried to gain it back, the further it dissipated and turned only to wishful thinking. She’d always known that happiness was not something to grow attached to, she had been cursed from the moment she took her first breath. She knew now that it wasn’t her former Supreme title, it was her and no one was to blame but life itself as it played Russian Roulette and it just happened to have been her getting shot.

“Tell me, my dear Dark Lord, do you get your jollies off by being the literal Devil on the shoulder?” Esme asked as her piercing hazels Vallmon’s constant ever swirling hues – a lively brown to golden yellow with the only times that it stopped was when he grew angry and they turned pitch black with fury like no other. He didn’t keep Esme around just because of her pretty looks, no, he kept her alive and well kept for because she challenged him at every turn, and it made him feel…alive but it also angered him as he filled with such misery. Slowly, he rounded her figure, with each breath he took, his eyes never leaving her lithe figure with a mild of arousal at everything she had to offer the man. It was no surprise that he desired the young witch, she was a sight and a well-won trophy. “Maybe,” he replied with a teasing tone as he practically purred the very words out, finally meeting her gaze as he now stood tall in front of her. “But there’s truth in all in which I dare speak.” He made a damn good point and even Esme couldn’t deny it even if his words were used as salt to an already opened wound. She both hated and loved this, the taunting realism that only the Dark Lord could provide her emanated a silent need in her. It wasn’t because Esme enjoyed it, but it was the only way she knew that she was still very much alive – the pain his words caused in her was a reminder that she was still standing and there was time to pick up any of her shattered pieces and glue them together, but only sometimes. This evening, however, was not one of those moments. Everyone knew that she was broken, the damage caused by her first death was irreparable despite how hard she had tried when she first came back. Dying, going to Hell, coming back, it was one Hell of a story for those she told but every time she had forgotten to mention the emptiness she felt inside to avoid the pity party they were sure to throw her way. The physical Hell was nothing compared to the new Hell she had been subjected to. She would happily take the old Hell over this one any day because at least there, she knew exactly what she was dealing with when she was truly alone and not surrounded but feeling lonely. But here? Back on earth with the people, she thought she loved and loved her back? No. That was hard. Even harder watching as each of them began to turn their back on her which only made that hauntingly void grow with every day she awoke. Nothing felt right anymore, nothing felt real. It was as if she were looking through a hazy glass more than half of the time and the more she tried to break that damn glass, nothing happened. While everyone looked at her, they couldn’t really see her, not anymore anyway. They all promised that things would change, that everything would be okay if she just kept going but it was just a lie the others told her to make themselves feel as if they were helping, but they weren’t. They were making everything worse. Nobody knew how she truly felt. They didn’t know everything she had gone through. They couldn’t feel the emptiness. It had been her story for so long that now it was just a script, something others would nod through and tell her how brave she had been and how much they admired her. It was funny to her, it was, and it wasn’t. Just a mixture of confusion that seeped through her every essence because she didn’t know how to handle it and move on. “You want to know what I think about your truth?” Though she spoke in calm, something she’d only recently acquired though not completely calm but as there was a hint of dread to her tone that would take the joy out of everything she ever spoke. The witch had grown bored, with everything and everyone around her and nobody was trying to do anything about it but simply watch her and deal. “I am a firm believer that you can shove it up ass and go torment some other sad bitch,” cold and bitter as it was, it hadn’t been the first time she had said this to him. Anyone else that ever spoke to the Dark Lord as Esme did would be facing serious consequences, but it only seemed to excite the man, an exhilarating wave went through him as his lips parted in a crooked smile. “Unnnnnf,” his pitch low with a growl of approval as it rolled through his throat. “If my heartbeat and my emotions allowed me, I think I would be experiencing not only a broken heart but rejection,” there was no doubt about it, Vallmon was not like any other Demon she’d ever met. He was sarcastic and bulletproof to the max which caused a roll of her eyes as she watched him sway back-and-forth in his overly expensive white suit. Most would believe that the Devil would be wearing some dark and gloomy colors, but this bastard liked to wear white just to shit on big Daddy up in the sky. “Rejection would take effort, I just don’t care,” Esme flashed a half-dead smile his way in a mocking form as she shifted in her standing position. “Out of a room filled with so many dying fans, you come to the one that just doesn’t care. Why?” A room filled with people she easily tuned out, she was tired of attending these party’s and she thought she was done with them when she stopped being Supreme. From the corner of her eyes however, she could see Eira dancing away with her werewolf boy and at least one of the twins were having fun. “Because I want to dance,” Vallmon offered his hand with a smile, though the genuineness of it could be questioned. “No.” “Now you’re not going to be leaving poor ol’ me with my hand hanging, are you?” If she had felt the need to look at him at this very moment, she may have caught the fleeting frown across his face. “Because I don’t want to,” she replied as her eyes caught the eyes of his wife, Lilith who was now staring at Esme with a look of disapproval. It wasn’t because she was the jealous type but more so for Esme disrespecting her husband at such an event. As much as Esme wanted to ignore that and walk out of this dance, she knew it wouldn’t go over too well. “Fine,” she spoke again with a defeated sigh as she reached to take his hand, giving him a quick bow. Dancing hadn’t always been something Esme enjoyed doing, least not sober though she had been told that she was good at it. Dancing to her, was the same as exposing vulnerability while lowering her guard down and she pretended that she was as normal as they came. She remembered being the little girl that would step on her father’s feet and staring up at him as if he were the greatest man alive as he moved both to the sway of the music playing. So many years looking up and admiring the man and yet, she couldn’t help him when he needed it the most. Her mother would be in the kitchen cooking one of her inventions as she peeked around the corner and smiled to herself. Eira would be somewhere in the home and then come running out of nowhere and jump on Esme, causing their tumble and as much as Esme wanted to cry for ruining her father-daughter dance, she would wrap her arms around her younger twin and laugh it off. It only reminded her of a time when things were perfect and she hadn’t yet been touched by the cruelty of the world around her when her parents shielded her from it all because it was their duty. But they were long dead and couldn’t shield her away from life anymore. Vallmon took Esme in his arms, one around her small waist and the other lacing fingers through hers as he led with each step. It had seemed as if the entire room had gone silent for a moment, a new audience that Esme was not fond of, but it wasn’t often that the Dark Lord took someone in his arms for a dance. It was evident in her shifting eyes with each turn and whirl they took. “Keep your eyes on me, focus on me, not them,” suggested the male Devil but it did hold a demand behind it. Esme obliged, eyes settled back on him to avoid the rest of the crowd to witness their banter. Though after some time, they all went back to their positions and the party continued. It felt as if they had been on the dance floor for hours, songs would change, and they would be doing the same dance over and over without so much as a breather. The air had grown softer, lighter in density and just as it had settled, she took her first real breath only to have noticed that Vallmon had some due in the matter. Everyone had vanished, the music felt distant and she could feel the warmth of his body entering hers. “Why are you doing this?” Esme finally broke the silence when she found her voice once more. She was a bit taken back from this gesture, she was only another of his slaves tricked into believing that she had her free will. She had learned a long time ago that it wasn’t the case but there wasn’t much to do about it, she had already contracted her soul away. “Because I like you,” he said simply and for once, he meant the weight behind his words. It wasn’t often the Dark Lord did anything without something for him at the end. In the end, he would get something out of this, but it wasn’t just for him, it was for the Dark Conclave as a whole. He knew Esme was a ticking bomb, a volcano waiting to erupt and take out everything and everyone in her path, it was only a matter of time and he needed to stop that before she ruined his plan for Soteria. Esme raised a brow to his answer, skeptical as always from all the things she had been told before, nothing was ever what it seemed. People just didn’t do kind things for others, people were full of hate, anger, and envy. “I’m serious. The Great Dark Lord doesn’t help someone else just because he likes you. What is in it for you?” “Company.” He said after a few seconds of thought as he twirled her around. “You’re hung up on a guy that took off on you and you could use some company.” Esme broke out in laughter, an involuntary action on her part. “Forgive me if I don’t believe you but I don’t.” There was a hint of annoyance in his eyes, in the way his lips wavered, and his eyes roamed her face. It was no secret in the sadness in them, he could see the dying spark in them and as selfish as he was, he couldn’t allow for that burn to disappear. “You got your heartbroken, and as much as that sucks, it happens but time to suck it up,” there was no point in sugarcoating the fact, better he said it than someone else. “Oh, because the Dark Lord knows a thing or two about heartbreak?” She didn’t want to hear it, she knew, after all, it was her going through it for the hundredth time. She tried to break their touch, to end this dance and their conversation but he held on tighter. “You’re going to listen to me now,” his eyes narrowing down on her like a dart seeking its bullseye, let it not go unheard that he tried a nice way. “It wasn’t the first time and it sure as Hell won’t be the last time. People are fickle and don’t realize when they have something good in front of them until it’s too late.” Despite what others may think, Vallmon knew of the pains of heartbreak, of believing he had it all and then watching it slip through his hands. Being subjected to absolutely nothing, to feel worthless and mocked for it. Of being called the bad guy for wanting to be different, free. His Father breaking his heart when he banished him to earth and that was the most pain he’d ever been in. Knowing that he would never feel that amount of love no matter how hard he sought it from everyone else. Esme fell silent, choking back a creeping sorrow from the back of her throat. For the first time, someone had finally said it and didn’t pity her. Her eyes stung from unshed warm tears which she refused to allow loose, crying was one thing but crying in front of your master was an absolute no. You just don’t show weakness in that variety when it came down to this man or he would give you something to really cry about. Vallmon could tell that his words struck her, and this was a good thing, for him anyway. “You still have a mission to complete and if your emotions ruin this for me,” their dancing took pause, still holding her close and he reached the hand that had been entwined with hers, softly caressing her cheek. “I will personally check you and everyone you love back into Hell and rip you apart myself, for eternity.” The threat was real, and Esme knew this as her head held high, her own eyes narrowing on Vallmon with the weight of the threat on her, but she knew better than to test him. He wouldn’t just take her, those she still loved would fall prey to this predator and it wouldn’t have been the smartest move on her part, at least not yet. “So my dear fire witch, don’t ever let me catch you moping about because the next time, it won’t be a talk you’ll get from me,” a wide smile took hold of his lips, showing the malicious in his features and for once, Esme felt his coldness directed towards her as she nodded her head in acknowledgement all while her breathing had taken a pause. “Good girl.” With that, reality struck once more. They were back in the same room as the crowd, the music playing loudly in the background as Vallmon kissed her forehead and walked back in the swarm of followers, a much chipper Devil.

Story between 2 of my characters. Obviously, Vallmon being my portrayal of the Devil and Esme, my favorite bean ever.

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