#Verik

[playing-with-dax]

Hm. Would your characters ever cover up a bite/hickey they got from their lover? Also, how would they react to a lover trying to cover up a hickey or the hickey fading? -hickey anon (I was bored and wanted to see you in my notifs again so hi!)

Everyone is happy to see their partners left with evidence of their fun 😉

Who wouldn't want to show it off?

None of them would try to cover a mark they received themselves, but Dax would be very flustered to realize a stranger could see it 😊 Verik and Shallow would just be like "...Yes? And?" lol

[cheydlerarts]

made my bf into an Owl House oc!! He's silly and very bully-able. Also an honorary cat boy

[silverolivia-upsidedown]

LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE *vibrates in eliksni obsession*

hii im new to destiny but they got really cool bugs. like just some really neat critters

[retyerutya]

Amikor verik a nyálukat a kórházi klímákra

[eeldritchblast]

Baldur's Gate 3 Githyanki Names

Want some inspiration for naming your own githyanki character? Here is a list of githyanki names from BG3.

Add'ath

Ahu'u'rag

Astyl

Ba'akreth

Baretha

Bradi'ith

Brelal'reth

Chy'raagh

Dyrr'kas

Far'aag

Gha'an

Ghik'lir

Ghush'ins

G'imre

G'nuril

G'r'ath

Har'rak

Hr'ack'la

Ith'dul

Jeera

Jhe'rezath

Jheruth

Jy'ir

Kethk

Khunaruth

Ko'kuu

Kur'ashk

Kyr'das

Kyrr'a'ath

Lin'a'an

Lir'i'c

Ma'athal

M'i'hayk

Mir'ic

Mirya'al

Ni'ma

Nimba'as

Nyk

Pyrindath

Qen

Qun'irel

Qu'th

Ra'gur

Ra'jak

Rheg'zel

Sh'ari

Stornugoss

Teth'ka

Therezzyn

Tra'an

Tska'an

Ul'mirel

Umr'a'ac

Varrl

Verik

Vis'kiir

Voss

Vraalsith

Vu'un

W'wargaz

Yr'rk

Zar'a'ath

Zar'an

Zel'i

Zelrin

Zhendila

Zunii

(These are all the names I've found in the game files thus far. There are probably more, and I will add them as I find them.)

[oldmacykerenew]

Sikerult a kerteszeknek ugy felbaszniuk engem, hogy lassan meghajolnak elottem 😂😂😂 kihoztak az ALLATOT belolem😂 Konkretan lassan 2 oraja a faszukat verik, mert nem jott a fuvaros a foldert… es mondtam, hogy bazdmeg hivogassatok vagy en hivom fel… en nulla meloert nem fizetek akkor sem, ha a fuvaros mashoz tartozik. Intezzek el, hogy haladjanak vagy cirkuszt csinalok.

“Jo, jo, Te vagy a fonok, intezzuk, igazad van…”

Helyes. Basszameg.

Cuki vagyok, de harapok ha kell.

Mikozben irtam, megjott a fuvaros :D erdekes :))))

[csoori]

Befordulok a fal felé

Botok verik az éjszakát, a rózsák feje beszakad – hová futsz, szarvaslábú szél, zúzmara-kérgű Hold alatt? Az ősz kutyája rád morog, mindkét fogsorát láthatod: alsó fogsora: tört kövek, a felső: durva csillagok. Ne hívj november éjbe ki, ordítani én nem tudok, bagoly-rontás és reszketés ellen, többé már nem tudok. Rongyos a szőlő levele, kikerics-lábú rét topog, véremben a halál úszkál, sodródó tüske-csónakok – – Befordulok a fal felé, álom-freskók izzanak ott, zöld lomb-tüzek közt meztelen vonulnak nyári asszonyok, katicabogár-koszorú villog hajukon s mellüket ág-legyezők takarják el, mint a zászlók az ünnepet – S kiválik a sorukból egy, elnéz a végtelen fele, ujján holdköves zöld gyűrű sajog: szerelem ékszere. Neki adom az életem, menekülésem örömét, mint júdás-csókot úgy adom neki magányom szégyenét, lopjon őszön, halálon át, csodát velem csak ő tehet, zöldes gyűrűje: nyári Hold szikrázzon a világ felett.

Csoóri Sándor

[rosethehornyblogger]

Having a few trains of thought about @playing-with-dax ‘s characters.

1. Dragon girl oc meeting Verik cause they work at the same graveyard after she gets fired from a different job

2. Dragon girl fucking Dax senseless and filling him with eggs that she then pulls out of him cause whoops didn’t mean to do that

3. Dragon girl teasing Verik at a house party till he breaks and fucks her in front of the other partygoers.

I’m gonna have to write these when I get home aren’t I

[bellacsao]

mikor a balfaszoknak saját szarukba verik az orrukat.

[kavekkozt]

Beregisztráltam a twitterre mert hirtelen elment a víz az utcában, nincs ház chat vagy nextdoor és kíváncsi voltam, van-e valami infó róla

Egyetlen embert követtem be, az Armin Wolfot

Kizárólag UK szélsőjobbos propagandával volt tele a feedem rögtön, semmit nem kellett hozzá csinálnom

Egy ilyen alternatív valósággal ahol a menekültek verik szét a városokat, és az egy hónapja kormányon lévő Labour a hibás

Ez azért nagyon ijesztő

Sajnos kiregisztrálni már nem tudtam, eltűnt ez az opció

[playing-with-dax]

Could we perhaps get a good look at everyone's mouths?

Tongues and teeth oh my god yes please

YES YES YES YES

Have some lovingly rendered drool and multiple angles 🥰 hope you like it 😈👅

[drakvuf]

köszönöm

Szeretném megköszönni az RTL-nek és különösen a Sztárboxon dolgozó stábnak, hogy megnézhettem ahogy szarrá verik Czutor Zolit

Jövőre egy Hont András verésért le is szopok valakit.

Mészáros Andrásnak meg puszi ❤️

[gyogyitsmegmarika]

Ez

Harka Sára - A büdöcigány

Apu azt mondta, hogy ne barátkozzak a Rómeóval, mert az a gyerek egy büdöscigány, és el fogja lopni a mecsbokszomat, ha nem figyelek. De mikor a Rómeóval nindzsásat játszunk, vagy hosszú alagutakat ásunk a homokozóba, akkor nem az jut eszembe, hogy ő egy büdöscigány, és el fogja lopni a mecsbokszomat, ha nem figyelek, hanem hogy milyen jó vele nindzsásat játszani és alagutakat ásni, mert mindig jó ötletei vannak, és szerinte meg az én ötleteim is nagyon jók.

Megkérdeztem Aput, hogy mi az, hogy büdöscigány, mert a büdöset értem, de a cigányat nem, és Apu elmesélte, hogy a büdöscigány azt jelenti, hogy mindent ellopnak, sose fürdenek, a mi pénzünkből élnek és nem dolgoznak, de mindegyik elmegy iskola helyett szülni, és kalapáccsal verik a hasukat, hogy fogyatékos kisbabájuk szülessen, hogy több segélyt kapjanak – és akkor kértem Aput, hogy inkább ne mondja tovább, és azt már meg se akartam kérdezni, hogy mi az a fogyatékos.

Úgyhogy megszagoltam a Rómeót az oviban, de nem volt büdös, csak normális szagú, és megkérdeztem, hogy őt is kalapáccsal verte-e az anyukája, mikor a hasában volt, és a Rómeó azt válaszolta, hogy arra ő már nem emlékszik, és játsszunk inkább nindzsásat. Láttam, hogy a Rómeó mégsem egy büdöscigány, úgyhogy nindzsásat játszottunk, ami nagyon jó volt.

Aztán Apu értem jött, és ordított, amiért látott a Rómeóval játszani, és elmesélte, hogy az ő biciklijét is egy büdöscigány lopta el gyerekkorában, meg a pénztárcáját később, és a kocsink kerekeit is mindig azok az állatok lyukasszák ki, és hiába tűnik a Rómeó még ártatlannak, de ő látja a gazságot a szemében, és különben is, ezeknek minden a vérükben van.

Másnap mégis a Rómeóval játszottam, de délután ellopta a mecsbokszomat, úgyhogy megmondtam neki, hogy ő egy büdöscigány, és többé nem játszok vele, ő pedig sírt, és én is sírtam. Aztán jött Apu, és megkérdezte, hogy miért bömbölök úgy, mint egy kislány, és én bevallottam neki, ő pedig elhíresztelte az összes szülőnek, és beírta az internetbe is, hogy senki gyereke se barátkozzon a Rómeóval, mert az egy lopós büdöscigány.

Mondta Apu, hogy barátkozzak inkább a Nándival, mert annak könyvelő az apja, és amúgy is kéne nekünk egy könyvelő baráti áron, de mikor a Nándival játszom, akkor nem az jut eszembe, hogy vele kéne barátkoznom, és hogy könyvelő az apja, hanem az, hogy már megint betaposta a homokalagutamat, hogy az övé legyen a hosszabb, ezért nem akarok vele játszani.

Másnap megtaláltam a mecsbokszomat a tornazsákomban, amit én felejtettem ott, és elmondtam a Rómeónak, ő pedig nem haragudott rám, csak egy kicsit. Úgyhogy megint a Rómeóval játszottam, de csak délutánig, mert akkor szóltam neki, hogy mindjárt jön Apu, úgyhogy játsszunk külön. Ezért ő egyedül játszott, mert a mecsbokszom miatt már senki se akart vele barátkozni, és a többiek lopós büdöscigánynak csúfolták, én pedig a többiekkel játszottam, ami rossz volt, de szerencsére nem tartott túl sokáig, mert jött az Apu, aki most nem ordított velem.

[nyuszimotor]

Grúzia kiejtette Magyarországot

még pár perc van a meccsből, de simán verik Portugáliát (bomba meglepetés), itt az ideje bekéretni a grúz nagykövetetet és megfenyegetni őket vétóval!

[go-river-flows]

He’s lost his damn mind (Sister of a skxawng miniseries)

Summary: Aonung is a skxawng. That is a fact. He is a bully and picks on his older sister's friends for little things they can't control, and now the Sully teens. The thing is, he doesn't learn from his mistakes.

Edit to add: I changed the name from Rox’To to Rox’Ti, because I’m the film it’s not (sweet) Roxto who’s in the bully circle, in fact, I don’t know the kid’s name so I changed it.

There were visitors. The ikrans were the telltale signs that they were from beyond the reef. A crowd was forming on the sand bank as we approached on our ilu’s, still gripping onto the basket. The sight of darker blue na’vi, their thin forms were a huge distinction from our thick appendages. I could already hear Aonung talking smack about them to Roxto. A family. There were four children, and one of them looked our way – looking at Tsireya. Oh…interesting. 

“Do not. Roxto, Aonung,” Tsireya scolded the two of them. I kept my eye on the two troublemakers.

Our father yelled out as he flew over the crowd on his skimwing, landing not too far away, making his way through the crowd. The family greeted our father, bowing whilst plucking their hands from their foreheads, the formal na’vi greeting. Our father greeted them back. Our people moved aside for our mother. The visitors greeted her by name.

“Why do you come to us, JakeSulli?” our father asked the tall male in front of him.

“We seek uturu,” the man said.

“Uturu?”

My mother walked toward the group, grabbing the woman’s tail, then the child’s thin arm, then the other girl’s hands.

“They are not even full Na’vi. They have demon blood!” her mother loudly exclaimed to the clan, who gasped at the sight. 

“Look. Look!” the older male waved his hand in front of my mother’s face, “Look, I was born of the sky people, and now I am Na’vi. All right? You can adapt. We will adapt. Okay?”

“My husband was Toruk Makto,” the male’s mate hissed, “They led the clans to victory against the sky people.”

“This you call victory? Hiding among strangers? It seems Eywa has turned her back on you…chosen one.” To which the darker woman snarled at my mother, I cringed at the sight of their face-off. 

My father finally announced, “Toruk Makto, his family will stay with us. Treat them as our brothers and sisters. Now, they do not know the sea. So they will be like babies…taking their first breath. Teach them our ways, so they do not suffer the shame of being… useless.” My friends joined my side, watching for a distance before our father called for us siblings.

“My son, Aonung. My daughter, Tsireya, will show your children what to do,” our father introduced. Tsireya and I greeted them formally whilst Aonung was resistant. I rolled my eyes at that.

“Come. I will show you our village,” Tsireya approached them, the clanspeople scattering. I walked with my mother to the healing mauri.

“Come, let me see what you’ve picked,” my mother’s agitated tone didn't bother me that much. 

“I've got some Verik weeds, Ashangi shells and more Rasheng coral,” I dumped them out of my basket. Grabbing a wide flat sieve, I spread the Verik weeds for drying. My mother was quiet. “You should stop scowling, you’ll leave lines on your forehead and I'll have to go get more Vera,” I didn't have to look up as she clicked her tongue, slowly relaxing her face.

“Uturu, my foot. Your father has lost it,” my mother grumbled under her breath.

“Mother…please.” She let out an annoyed snarl, “They are not that different from us. What was it you used to say? ‘We are all Na’vi, so treat everyone like your brother and sisters’,” she mouthed the words, shaking her head. 

“Oh daughter, you’ve grown so much,” she gently sighed, “I don't get to see you much now. Either with your friends or too busy with chores. What about your mother, huh? You rarely come to see me unless it's to drop off more Verik weeds, or Ashangi shells or Rasheng coral.” She sighed again, moving closer to me, “Your father even forgot to mention your name.”

I chuckled, “It's fine mother, I'm not around too often. It must have slipped his mind.” She wrapped her arms around my shoulders, hugging me from the side.

“Have you at least found a mate yet? That To’Roi seems rather touchy…” I gagged a little.

“Mother! He’s my friend!”

“I'm just saying. I'm not getting any younger you know, I want grandkids,” my mother smothered my face with kisses.

“Argh mom!” I wiggled out of her grasp, “I have to go,” she began tickling my side causing me to yelp out in laughter. She huffed like a child as she let me go. I quickly jumped up, turning to give one final look, she pouted while scowling again, her tail thumping against the mauri floor.

“Mom! Vera leaves,” I taunted as she relaxed her forehead, maintaining her pout. I chuckled before leaving the mauri, “I love you! See you tonight!”

The next day, Tsireya and Aonung were beginning their lessons. My father asked me to keep an eye on Aonung, just in case. But I still did my chores, helping Sansu detangle his fishing net on the rocks nearby the kid’s lessons. 

“I'm surprised your brother is actually helping the Sully’s,” Sansu said.

“Oh last night he was trying to pick a fight about it. I don't wanna help the freaks,” I mocked, scoffing again at his words. Sansu just laughed at my horrible impersonation attempt. Tsireya looked like she was having fun, enjoying it even, but Aonung. Oh Aonung. He looked like he was going to punch a hole in a basket. I decided to check up on the kids.

“Hello,” I announced myself approaching the group, the children all looked up.

“This is my older sister, (Y/N),” I greeted them, plucking my hand from my forehead.

“Our father forgot to mention me yesterday,” I grinned cheekily at the memory, “If you ever need help with anything, just ask me.”

“My sister is a bit of a wanderer, she's great at a lot of things and a wonderful teacher,” Tsireya piped up.

“Oh no, it's nothing,” I brushed it away.

“No, seriously. She’s one of the best weavers, fishermen, warriors and singers in our clan. Maybe you can help us with breathing techniques,” Tsireya pulled my hand to sit down. I gave an awkward smile as I shuffled between the two dark blue boys. Tsireya guided the group through a breathing technique as I chipped in with some tips here and there. After the lesson, the boys who told me their names, Neteyam and Lo’ak, thanked me. The girl, Kiri, also thanked me before they moved on. 

I returned to my mauri to try on the new chest covering I made the day before. Removing my current chest covering I didn't hear To’Roi entering. A sudden pair of hands helped me tie the strap in a neat bow, which startled me a little. His fingers occasionally brushed against my skin. When he finished I turned around and he retrieved something from his pouch. 

“I…uh, wanted to give this to you yesterday…but Sansu and Tavë were around.” He presented a beautiful necklace and my eyes widened at the revelation. It was a courting gift. 

“To’Roi…it's beautiful,” he turned me around before putting it around my neck for me.

Our moment was interrupted by Roxto who lightly clapped at the entrance of my mauri before running off. The unexpected movement was jarring. He’s probably run off to tell Aonung and Tsireya the news.

For the next few days as To’Roi courted me officially, and Tsireya ‘s infatuation and crush for Lo’ak grew. It was cute. But Aonung was pissed. By the time we knew it the Sully kids had adapted well to the Metkayina ways. It was nearing the end of the month when To’Roi and I were walking around the island when we came across Aonung picking on Kiri. She was staring at the sand with her head in the water, watching the light rippling off the pale sand when Aonung and Co started laughing at her. 

“Are you some kind of…freak?” Aonung asked. The nerve of that boy.

“He asked if you are a freak,” Rox’Ti, Aonung’s friend added.

Kiri scoffed lightly, walking away from the conversation, when we were near the group. I gestured for her to come over to my side.

“Are you sure?” Aonung egged on, “I mean, you're not even real Na’vi.Look at these hands,” the boys surrounded her.

“Aonung! That's enough,” I gripped onto his shoulder, to which he shrugged me off.

“I mean, look at them,” he grabbed Kiri’s hand forcefully as she struggled to pull away.

“Hey!” Lo’ak intruded. I yanked Aonung’s hand from Kiri’s.

“Oh, another four-fingered freak,” Aonung antagonised. Rox’Ti circled around and pulled on Lo’ak’s tail.

“Rox’Ti! Aonung! That’s enough! Stop now before I hurt you,” I threatened them, stepping between the growing group. Neteyam showed up, from not too far away. Rox’Ti grabbed Lo’ak’s tail again, pulling it as Lo’ak slapped his hand away.

“Boys! I'm being serious! Keep doing this and you’re being grounded…for life,” I took Lo’ak and Kiri’s hands, taking them away from Aonung and his bully friends.

“You're not dad, you can't tell me what to do!” Aonung yelled at me.

“Exactly, I'm your older sister!” letting go of the teen’s hands, I turned to him, “You think I don't care about you? I'm not like father? Like mother? I care more than you think,” I got up into his face, poking his shoulder To’Roi followed behind me pulling my shoulder’s back trying to hold me back, “You haven't learnt a thing. Father already reprimanded you when you bullied MY friends! And now you’re going after the Sully’s? Because what? They’re different?! I'm disappointed in you brother. You stop this now. The lot of you!” I looked at his friends, emphasising my point. Gesturing for the Sully’s to walk with myself and To’Roi.

Under his breath Aonung said something he would soon regret, soon a fight was breaking out, Neteyam hopping in after his brother in the scuffle, as Kiri, To’Roi and I just stood there asking them to stop.

“This is so stupid,” Kiri rolled her eyes. I kind of just gave up and let it happen, Aonung deserved the beating.

We walked in a nervous silence, putting some distance between Aonung and his friends. 

“I'm very sorry for my brother, he’s always been this way. You should not have to deal with that,” I apologised. 

“Thank you, you didn't hav–” Kiri thanked.

“No, please…he’s a skxawng, He’s always picking on people for things they can't control. You are not freaks, you are not weak, you are not strange. You are Na’vi, just like me, just like Tsireya, just like ma To’Roi,” I turned to my lover as he proudly smiled at me ,”If they ever harass you again, come get me. I’ll beat his ass.” The teens chuckled at that. They gave one final thanks before running off to do their own things.

“That’s ma (Y/N). Ma yawne,” To’Roi kissed the top of my head. We spent the rest of the day together and joined my family much later.

That night after I recalled the day's events including Aonung’s bully moment, I actually did beat Aonung. I slapped him upside his head and when he tried slapping back, I knocked him onto his butt with my tail. Surprisingly our father didn't stop me, nor did our mother, or Tsireya. They kind of just…watched, even To’Roi who joined me in our family dinner. After that, Aonung confessed that he took Lo’ak out of the reef.

He’s lost his damn mind.

These are who I imagine are Sansu, Tavë and To’Roi (in that order).

Read part 1: Aonung is a skxawng

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