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[ashtonderoy]

My back story. Isolation, closed family culture & Ableism

Written by Ashton Deroy Tonight I learned one of my Autistic Peers from Public school thought I hated them. Maybe I was a bit of a bully. For that I made amends. I was sure to tell them that wasn’t true I could never hate them. DON’T BE A BULLY LIKE I WAS! I explained my ADHD and how I grew up to them. This needs to be said. If you have an autistic child? DO NOT isolate them from their peers.…

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"Unable To Swim, His Boat Afire Youth Brought Ashore On Plank," Toronto Star. June 5, 1934. Page 1. ---- Special to The Star Picton, June 5. - Death by drowning or by fire faced Ralph Frederick, well known local athlete, when the cabin cruiser on which he was a passenger caught fire in the Bay of Quinte yesterday when the engine backfired. Frederick was unable to swim but was rescued from the sinking craft, which carried a large tank of gasoline, by the heroic efforts of his companions. Ronald Church. Buff Cooper. Harold Ruttan and Leon Hudgin. All except Frederick leaped into the water and swam to shore and, no boats being available, planks were taken out and Frederick, catcher on Picton intermediate baseball team, was taken to shore on one. Firemen applied water to the craft, which was towed to shore after a rope had been attached to it. but the gasoline-fed flames only mounted higher. Several men board- burned the craft and succeeded in cap- sizing her. Later she was raised and while she was badly damaged, the hull, it was found, was not burned. The craft is owned by Postmaster John Hubbs, ex-M.P., and was being prepared for the season.

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Craftsman Landscape - Landscape An illustration of a medium-sized craftsman courtyard stone waterfall is shown here.

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Landscape - Waterfall An example of a huge rustic hillside waterfall.

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Landscape Waterfall Design ideas for a huge rustic hillside waterfall.

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Waterfall - Rustic Landscape

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@mooseonahunt I finished revelations last week 100% because you said Jill was in it. And she certainly was I love her so much thank you for the recommendation 😘

I'm trying to play through all of the resident evil games. Recently I finished re0, before that re1r, but now I'm not sure where to go. I haven't actually played 2/3 completely through personally, but I know what happens and I'm in the mood to play something blind

I've already been told 5 is a bit of a stinker but other than that I really don't know what happens. Sheva's in that one. And uh. Wesker I'm pretty sure. I truely have no idea what the fuck happens in 6 but people keep saying Leon's kills the president in that one. Idk. I have zero fucking clue what revelations is about or if they are worth playing please help

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Zeta Prime as the 13th Prime is admittedly unusual.

Conceptually, the 13 were initially meant to be an intentionally vague group shrouded in mystery. It wasn’t until the Bay Fallen that the Primes began being fleshed out as a group more, with The Fallen, Alpha Trion, Liege Maximo, Vector Prime, Prima and Maccadam chosen to properly be members of the group. To fill in the gaps and explain other series concepts Onyx, Solus, Nexus, Micronus, Amalgamous and Quintus were created.

That left one unaccounted for.

Aligned tried to be cute about, by dubbing them “The Arisen”, another Prime like The Fallen whose name was stricken from history, but unlike Megatronus, The Arisen was highly regarded.

In actuality, the 13th was Optimus.

Perhaps a decades late overreaction to 80’s kids horrified at Optimus dying, and Rodimus as such not being embraced, Aligned opted to make Optimus so special, so meant to be a Prime, he WAS one of the 13.

This … isn’t exactly a popular idea among fans, as it greatly lessens the appeal that Optimus EARNED his position, rather than he simply already WAS Prime. This probably is meant to tie into the Dynasty of Primes concept from the movies that was fleshed out more in the IDW movie comics. I think it worked better there because it was just a one off thing, and Optimus didn’t even believe he was Prime, and was too humble to accept it.

Aligned would explain it as Optimus sacrificing himself on ancient Cybertron and being reborn into Orion Pax, minus his memories. TFP and RiD15 would mimic this… multiple times, having Optimus live up to being the Arisen, but that this specific cycle keeps happening makes me think the Arisen has a thinly disguised fetish.

Other media like Forged to Fight, Cyberverse and IDW would also use this concept to some extent, the simplified version being the 13th Prime is the one that was destined to truly bare the Matrix. Everyone else was just keeping it warm for him.

This typically means Optimus, except for Prime Wars where Rodimus, Optimus and finally Optimus Primal bore the Matrix, with the Boss Monkey being Optimus Prime’s true successor while Hot Rod was in a coma after being overshadowed by Unicron.

IDW saw Optimus use the religious colonists’ belief in The Arisen as a political tool to ensure Cybertron, Earth and related planets stay United. The Arisen was also one of the ancient tribal Primes, though we never got a proper look at him. Shockwave, having gone back to the past, would say Optimus truly is the Arisen, but the matter was intentionally left vague and never addressed.

Forged to Fight leaned more in the original Aligned concept, where The Fallen immediately recognized Optimus as the 13th, but Optimus has no clue what he was on about.

Cyberverse tries to split the difference. Optimus is marked as the 13th Prime when he dies in the Robo-Robotnik universe, and joins the Matrix. In the main universe, Zeta Prime is implied to be among the 13 Primes, as a power mad Starscream names several Scraplets after them.

Because of TFONE looking to greatly simplify things, the somewhat complex idea of the Arisen was tossed aside in favor of sticking Zeta Prime in the role instead. Not to mention Orion being preordained to be Optimus doesn’t fit at all for the story the movie is trying to tell.

But who is Zeta?

Well…

He’s more a concept than a character. He doesn’t really have a preexisting counterpart from Marvel or Dreamwave to give us an idea of what he’s like.

His origins seem to lie in the WFC game.

While his colors evoke Marvel and Animated Sentinel, it appears there was conflicting ideas on what his name was. The game studio declared he was Zeta Prime, while Hasbro insisted he was Sentinel Prime, with ultimately the character becoming “Sentinel Zeta Prime”. The game still calls him Zeta nonetheless, with ancillary media describing him as a former, fiery military officer who lost touch with the robots he represented. He was responsible for chasing off the Quints and ushering in the Golden Age with the various Colony Worlds until the Rust Plague happened, forcing the Space Bridges to be shut down. That seemed to mark the downfall of Zeta going forward, as he was also the Prime that retained the Quints’ oppressive caste system that Megatron (and Orion Pax) rose up against.

Hasbro’s insistence he was Sentinel persisted in the Covenant of Primus, where his younger self resembled TFA Sentinel Prime, along with having an association with the Elite Guard.

This connection to Sentinel is semi referenced in TFONE, as Zeta was the first Matrix barer, with a power hungry Sentinel shooting him dead and eagerly tearing into his chest to claim the Matrix. Perhaps this was meant to be a meta gag on the writers’ part, with Sentinel going “I’m the guy before Optimus, not you, ya pompous poser!”

The only other Zeta that we know of is from IDW, a significant Prime that like Nova Prime, influenced a lot of the lore.

Initially he looked like this.

Your typical IDW “OC”, with him eventually donning on armor that became his standard look.

I swear someone on staff at the time clearly liked Digimon, because that is straight up Seraphimon.

It even had the loin cloth sash thing.

Other artists would Roboticize the design, making the Seraphimon influence less obvious though.

What this version of Zeta Transforms into is never specified, but with IDW original villains tending to favor flying machines, I’m going with a jet.

Zeta and Orion Pax were former students of Shockwave (pre-emotionless cyclops), both being seen in having greatness to being a Prime. Zeta became Prime after Sentinel’s “death”, fulfilling Shockwave’s desires. Zeta would become Orion‘s teacher and friend, but like Megatron, Orion would notice Zeta increasingly slip into megalomania, the stress of the early Great War against the Decepticons growing, feeding Zeta’s own lust for power. The mask finally having slipped, Zeta Prime used a “Vamparc Ribbon” in an attempt to wipe out the Decepticons or any form of rabble rousers, nor particularly caring who or what the ribbon sucked the Energon out of in the process. Orion and Megatron saw fit to team up against a mutual enemy and destroyed him, though the Great War waged on regardless.

TFONE Zeta Prime visually draws inspiration from his WFC counterpart, though simplified and a bit more ancient looking. While the character model is clearly blue and gold, the in movie model looks more dark gray-ish to me, somewhat evoking Liege and Prima.

We know very little about him, though as he is worthy of carrying the Matrix, clearly he wasn’t at all like his psychotic IDW counterpart. Perhaps the stand out thing is Zeta is the first Prime to carry the Matrix here, as that usually goes to Prima. Presumably this is a vestigial nod to the old “the 13th is the true Matrix barer”, as Optimus later is the only other Prime to carry it, completing the reference. Despite this, the Primes wax on about Orion’s bravery and self sacrifice to protect his friends and expose Sentinel, dodging the preordained Optimus thing.

A notable fan theory states that Optimus’ axe on the finale might be donated from Zeta thru the Matrix, as he too carries an axe as his signature weapon.

This seems to suggest that on top of needing to simply the Prime concept, perhaps Hasbro is moving away from the concept of “The Arisen” altogether. It also implies, with the use of Zeta, the 13th can be anyone a particular story needs it to be, referencing the original concept of the Arisen being a “mystery” anyway.

I think what bugs me more is The Arisen feels like a reinterpretation of Hot Rod’s chosen one role from the original movie and Marvel comics. Modern material is pretty dead set that the Prime lineage ends with Optimus, another instance of ignoring Rodimus.

But Hot Rod & Rodimus Prime fit this Arisen role so much better, due to the Marvel Comics better emphasizing Rodimus’ connections to Primus.

As Primus in his original form more heavily resembles Rodimus.

I would like to think that if the 13th Prime is free to be anyone, that some writers will take advantage of that and stick Rodimus in the role, where he reincarnates in the modern era as Hot Rod and arises once more as Rodimus Prime. It’d be nice to give Rodimus some respect for once, rather than being the whipping boy of angry nerds ala the IDW Deviations comic or, to some extent, MTMTE/LL. We got a better outcome in ReGen One, hopefully that can be replicated in a future cartoon or the Energon Universe somehow since Hot Rod is a major character in Void Rivals. Incidentally, Hot Rod exists in the One universe also, so if the story continues, maybe we could see TFONE Rodimus at some point.

As for Zeta, we’ll have to wait and see if future material keeps him as the 13th and if so, if they try fleshing him out more. Maaaaybe leave the IDW interpretation in the past tho’, or at least reinterpret the Vamparc Ribbon as both a Solus invention and a weapon of last resort Zeta doesn’t like using if we want to let him as the good guy.

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Unnamed nameless ghouls but with names!

Theres a few ghouls who dont have fandom wide names so heres some ideas!!

Nihil's Air: Gale

Nihil's Fire: Formerly Ignas, currently Phil/Special (personal HC!)

Nihil's Earth: Gaia

Nihil's Water: Bay

Nihil's Quint: Stardust

Era 1 earth: Terra

Era 1 air: Squall

[ashtonderoy]

As a Worker with Autism. Black cloud mood update.

Written by Ashton Deroy As a #Worker with #Autism . That doesn’t mean I am not focused on finding a job, #Working to be #successful, and making something out of the name #AshtonDeroy . 2023-ashton-deroy-resumeDownload I just need to find the right environment. In the meantime I will be also working on myself, improving my #Sales skills and endurance for a new job. I…

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Lest Your Star Fade

Aether tries to not let on how much the rest of the pack being away on tour is affecting him. Omega is having none of it.

Ship: Aether/Omega

Word Count: 3,306

Rating: Explict, NSFW

Tags: smut, light angst, fluff, tail play, blow jobs, anal fingering, rimming, anal sex, knotting

Notes: For @delusionalandferal Omega/Aether smut as promised with a side of angst cause you said you like it. Hope you enjoy!

Read below the cut or on AO3

The rest of the pack is away on tour, leaving Aether and Sunshine alone in the ghoul den. They’re both doing their best to put on brave faces. It’s painful to be separated from their family. They both fear that letting themselves feel the full brunt of it would see them shatter into pieces.

Aether thinks he’s hiding it all pretty well. He shows up to his shifts in the infirmary on time and offers to stay late. Maintains his calming bedside manner. Cracks jokes with the other staff over coffee breaks. Back in the den, he does everything he can to support Sunshine. He’s always up to cuddle, fuck, stay up and watch movies together all night. Anything to make sure she doesn’t feel so alone.

It’s at night though; when he curls up into bed with Sunshine to sleep. Well, she sleeps. He stares at the ceiling. He pets her hair and uses his quintessence to keep her nightmares at bay. What little he does sleep at night is fitful. During infirmary shifts he sneaks into the old exam rooms, no longer in use, for cat naps between emergencies. He eats only because he has to. Otherwise he tries to stay constantly busy.

Omega is having none of it.

The elder quint has tried to confront Aether on it. Asked if there's anything he can do to help. Reminded him to eat and sleep. Even banned him from coming to work for a week. Aether just volunteered to help the clergy with paperwork until a flu outbreak necessitated his presence in the infirmary once more.

Omega is beyond determined to get Aether to rest; resolved to tie him up and knock him out with quintessence if it comes to it. Fortunately a certain multi ghoulette comes to him with a plan. The next day he puts it into motion.

“Hey Aeth?”

“Hmm?” Aether looks up from his coffee he’d been staring blurily into. “What’s up?” He barely suppresses a yawn.

Omega bites his tongue to avoid voicing another blatant plea for Aether to get some sleep. Instead he scratches his chin.

“Do you have a copy of Magnus’ Treaties on Quantum Realities?”

Aether snorts.

“Need some bedtime reading? That book’s a bore. So dry it’ll put you right to sleep.”

Maybe you should read it then, Omega almost mutters.

“Nah, need it for the research the clergy’s having me do.”

It’s a believable response. In their retirement, the quint ghouls are often tasked with research projects for the clergy in their spare time.

“Ah. Yeah I think so. You're welcome to grab it and any other books you need.”

“I tried the other day but I couldn’t find it.” Not even a lie. Omega indeed couldn’t find the book, though he didn’t exactly try very hard. He just needed to know it would be in plain sight.

“Hmm? You know how my shelves are organized. Alphabetically by topic and then author-”

“And then volume, yeah. It wasn’t there.”

“Oh…hmm. Maybe it’s in the overstock boxes in my closet. We can check there but it might take a while.”

They both know going through those boxes is akin to an archeological dig. Unlike Aether’s neatly organized shelves, the boxes are a mishmash of titles and topics due to acquiring the books at an estate sale and never having time to sort through them. Then any books he doesn’t have shelf space for get added and the task just gets worse.

“Doesn’t the library have a copy?”

Omega nods but frowns. “Well, yes but it’s been checked out indefinitely. Cowbell has a reward out for it’s safe return.”

“That bad? Who checked it out?”

“Alpha.”

“Yeah it’s gone forever. Lets find my copy and when you’re done with it you can give it to Cowbell.”

“Sounds good.”

When their shifts end, Omega all but shoves Aether out the door. He shoots a look behind him, mouthing to the night shift staff, no emergencies, before following behind. On the way to the den, a sibling tries to catch their attention to ask for help with something. One stern look from Omega from behind Aether’s back, has them deciding to find someone else. Fortunately after that, they make it to the den without incident.

The den is quiet of course, but Aether’s surprised to not see Sunshine. She’s gone from her usual early evening moping spot on the couch. Aether usually meets her there after his shift. He shrugs it off when Omega continues past him to his room.

In the room, Aether stands before the closet. He sighs, sliding the door open. He looks up though when he hears the bedroom door click shut. Omega stands, arms crossed and giving Aether a stern look.

“Megs?”

“Sorry, Aeth. I didn’t want to lie but you need to rest. Doctor’s orders.”

“Mega…”

“Nuh uh. On the bed. Put your feet up. Get some sleep for Satan's sake.”

They square off giving each other impressive staredowns. Both stubborn as mules, it has the potential to last a while. Aether only breaks first because Omega full on scoops him up and dumps him on the bed. Thus starts an impromptu wrestling match. The room fills with grunts and growls from the both of them. Aether’s strength and bulk is impressive but Omega has him beat. It’s a quick struggle, Omega ultimately pinning Aether on his back, much to the latter's annoyance.

“Fuck off already!” Aether’s rare to curse, only doing so in jest or when genuinely angry. “I’m fine, alright?”

“No you’re not Aeth.” Omega sighs, exasperated. “You're exhausted. Why won’t you give yourself permission to rest.”

“Because I can’t!” Aether seethes. He gets in Omega’s face, baring his fangs.

“Why not!” Omega’s yelling now, his own frustration boiling over.

“I can’t sleep! I can’t fucking sleep!” Aether snarls. “All I can think about is everyone gone on tour thinking I abandoned them and I’m so lonely!” As he says it, his voice catches. “I miss them…” He breaks off and slumps on his back.

They regard each other in silence.

“Oh Aeth.” Omega finally sighs. He rolls off Aether’s chest to lay at his side, spooning him. “They miss you too, you know. They don’t think you abandoned them. Don’t you all video call most nights?”

“Yeah, I know…but then I have these nightmares and-ugh! I’m so tired but I’m scared to sleep. I don’t want Sunshine to feel like this. I’ve been trying to help her…”

“But you haven’t let her help you.”

“...”

Aether can’t deny it. In the same way he’s dodged Omega’s attempts to stop him overworking himself, he’s also brushed off Sunshine’s inquiries into his own wellbeing.

“I should be fine…”

“And why is that? Why should you be fine? It’s okay to be upset.”

“I feel like I have to be strong. I’m not the one out there, tired from jet lag, playing every night. I have it easy compared to them right now.”

“And? That doesn’t mean you don’t have your own challenges back here. There's always some emergency in the infirmary. And the research project the clergy has you doing isn’t easy either.”

“I don’t know. You always seem to handle it all so well.”

Omega huffs. “Not all the time. I get just as tired and burnt out sometimes. That’s when I rely on the people around me to help. I know you don’t have most of your pack right now but you have Sunshine. You have me, Alpha, Zephyr, Mist, and all the rest. Please don’t block us out.”

Aether sighs. “I’m sorry. I’m just stubborn. I feel like I should be able to fix everything, and help everyone, and never have any problems. I know it's unrealistic.”

“Maybe, but you have a good heart and there's nothing wrong with that.”

“Mmm. Omega?”

“Yeah?”

“Thanks.”

“Of course Starlight. Want me to stay here with you tonight?”

“What about Sunshine? I don’t want her to have to spend the night alone.”

“She’s fine I promise. She’s spending the night with Mist.” He sees Aether frown and quickly adds, “And not because she’s mad at you or anything. All of this was her idea.”

“What did I do to deserve you all?”

“Being your amazing, loving, if stubborn self. Now come here.”

Omega pulls Aether close and presses kisses to the side of Aether’s neck. Aether rolls over so they’re face to face. This time when Omega leans in, their lips meet. It’s a chaste kiss, one where they tip their foreheads together and look into each other’s eyes lovingly when they pull back.

“Now let me take care of you dammit.”

Aether huffs but teasingly this time.

“Okay.”

Omega helps Aether pull off his shirt and roll onto his stomach. He kneels next to him and begins kneading at Aether’s shoulders. Aether can’t help but grunt as Omega digs the heel of his hand into a sore spot.

“Sorry. Know it hurts. Promise this’ll help relieve some of that tension.”

Omega lets sparks of quintessence gather in his palms before pressing it into Aether’s shoulder blades. He’s rewarded for his efforts with a breathy sigh. Aether’s tail seeks out Omega’s forearm and gives an appreciative squeeze.

As Omega works his magic, figuratively and literally, Aether melts into the bed. The tension oozing out of him is almost tangible. Between the repetitive motions and the buzz of quintessence, Aether’s a sleepy, purring puddle in no time.

After a while, Omega moves his ministrations downwards. Under the guise of massaging Aether’s glutes and thighs, Omega gets a handful of the base of his tail and strokes it. The effect is immediate. Aether makes a surprised chirp and his hips twitch before he can disguise the movement. Omega grins and does it again. He doesn’t miss how Aether’s eyes go from lazily shut to lids fluttering as he works over his sensitive tail.

He quickly abandons all pretense and fully strokes Aether’s tail from base to spade, running his hands up and down. He suddenly lathes his tongue over the spade and Aether makes a choked noise and cranes his head back to look over his shoulder. Omega just grins before taking the spade fully into his mouth and sucking. Aether’s eyes roll back as he makes a beautiful noise and very unsubtly rocks his hips into the mattress. Omega chuckles.

“Want some help with that?”

Aether raises his hips and begins to shuck his pants in reply. He takes too long trying to unknot the drawstring of his scrub pants that Omega just flips him over to do it himself. He pulls his pants and boxers off in one movement and splays Aether’s legs with a hand on either thigh.

Aether will throw his weight around during sex at his partner’s request but it’s not often that he himself is manhandled. It makes his cock throb and his head spin to be put into position so easily. The hungry look on Omega’s face and the quintessence in his system just makes him feel even more needy for it.

A slight smile creeps onto Aether’s face.

“Was you sucking my dick Sunshine’s idea too?” He teases.

Omega rolls his eyes but matches Aether’s amused grin.

“No, that was my idea. Now shut up and let me suck you off already.”

Omega interrupts whatever cocky reply starts to form on Aether’s lips by ducking his head and taking Aether’s length into his mouth. Aether moans instead, hands flying to lace in Omega’s hair.

Omega puts his all into sucking Aether off, determined to get him brainless and messy. On the receiving end, Aether’s not entirely sure if Omega’s not just trying to fully suck his soul out through his dick. In short, the sensation has him seeing stars.

Omega has no trouble fully taking him down so his nose rests in Aether’s bush. He swallows around him before pulling off to breathe and licking his way from root to tip along the way. Upon latching back on, he suckles at the tip in a way that has Aether having to forcibly hold back from harshly thrusting into Omega’s mouth. Then he takes him deep all over again. It’s tight, and hot and wet. The occasional graze of a fang has him trembling. And the way Omega maintains eye contact through it all makes Aether feel stripped down to the bone.

Unsurprisingly, it's not long before Aether is breathing heavily and his thighs start to shake.

“Ah-hhhh,” He hisses and tugs at Omega’s hair. “Close!”

He feels Omega hum around him which of course only ratchets him closer. He tugs again in warning. Omega flicks his brows mischievously, takes him down a final time, and sucks hard.

Aether comes with a groan, eyes rolling back as he shoots down Omega’s waiting throat. Omega continues sucking, swallowing his release down and milking him for all he’s worth. Only when Aether’s moans become hurt grunts does he pull off, licking his lips.

“H-hahh…” Aether catches his breath. “Ohh…thanks Megs.” He sighs breathily.

Omega crawls up to kiss his blush dusted cheeks before grinning.

“You didn’t think I was done with you yet, huh?”

“Hmm?”

“Flip over.”

Aether snorts amusedly but compiles, rolling onto his front.

“If I knew that this is what taking a break got me, I would have agreed sooner.” He laughs.

“Hmm.” Omega rolls his eyes but doesn’t bother reasoning that he shouldn’t have to bribe Aether into relaxing. Instead he shushes Aether. “No need to talk. Just focus on feeling good.”

Aether lifts his tail up and out of the way as Omega kneads his palms into his ass and spreads his cheeks. He leans in and flicks his tongue over the ring of muscle just to watch it wink. Aether shudders. Omega does it again before pulling back enough to speak.

“Want my fingers or tongue?”

Aether raises his head from where he nestled it into his crossed arms. He smiles shyly back at Omega.

“Both?”

“Ask nicely.”

“Can I have both, please?” He tilts his head cutely, something he definitely picked up from Aurora.

“Of course Starlight.” Omega purrs. He gets up long enough to grab the bottle of lube from the nightstand. Then he’s drizzling the cool liquid over Aether’s hole and teasing a finger in. As thick as Omega’s fingers are, even one alone provides more than a little stretch. When he adds a second and begins fucking them in and out, Aether whines.

“Just relax for me.” Omega coos, curling his fingers down.

Aether properly moans as his fingers brush against his prostate.

“There you go. I’ve got you.”

After a while of just two fingers, Omega pulls them back. Aether fully expects a third but instead they plunge back in, this time with Omega’s tongue pushing in alongside them. Fingers petting his prostate with unholy precision and forked tongue doing filthy things. Normally stoic Aether can’t help but let out high pitched whimpers.

As much as Omega would love to see Aether cum like this, a well placed jolt of quintessence would do it, his own cock has been steadily tenting the zipper of his pants. Next time, he thinks. He withdraws his fingers and tongue in favor of soothingly rubbing Aether’s flank.

“Want my cock, Starlight?”

“Mmm, please?”

Aether wiggles his ass temptingly. Omega laughs and gives him a gentle smack.

“Hold still.”

Omega quickly ditches his own scrubs and boxers and lines himself up. He gently holds Aether’s hips and pulls them up, cooing appreciatively at the arch of his back. He gives himself a few lube aided strokes and lets the head of his cock catch on Aether’s stretched rim.

“Just breathe, love.”

Omega pushes in. They both groan with it.

“Oaugh, so tight.” Omega grunts as he gives Aether a chance to adjust to his girth. “Mountain never fuck you properly? Or that multi ghoul of your’s?”

“I-uhh-usually do the f-fucking…hhh.” Aether wheezes as Omega pulls nearly all the way out just to shove right back in. “It’s been a bit.”

“No wonder you’re so stressed.” Omega teases. “Haven’t been made to take a knot for a while.”

“Ohh please!” Aether rocks his hips back in a dirty grind.

“Yeah? You want my knot? Want me to fill you up so nicely? Get you stuffed full?” Omega starts up a steady rhythm of deep thrusts.

Aether mumbles something that sounds like an affirmative into the sheets. Omega gets a hand in his hair to tug his head up.

“Words Aeth.”

“Yes! Lord below please, Megs!” Aether pleads.

“There you go. Let me handle it.”

Omega speeds up his thrusts until the bed springs are creaking obnoxiously and all Aether can do is make little hisses and grunts. Omega wishes he could have recorded the sound Aether makes when he pulls his hips up just a bit more to perfectly nail his prostate with every thrust. That and his gorgeous moan when he gives Aether permission to get a hand on himself.

“Go on. Touch yourself for me. I know you want to.”

Aether’s hand flies to his cock jacking himself in time to Omega’s hips crashing into his own. The wet sound of his pre-slicked tugs adds to the obscene symphony of wrecked noises from the both of them.

Omega slots his chin in the crook of Aether’s shoulder to murmur filth.

“Feels good, huh? Taking it so well. So petulant before but all you needed was a good dicking down. I’m gonna fill you up so well.”

Omega punctuates it all by sinking his teeth into Aether’s shoulder. The sweet pain has Aether seeing white as he cums hard, shooting over his hand and the sheets below him. He goes limp in Omega’s grip as he does, riding a wave of bliss.

Omega isn’t far behind, the fluttering and clenching of Aether’s channel rocketing him towards his own orgasm. He can feel his knot growing, and Aether can too if the way he shoves his hips back needily is any indication. Omega gets three more good humps in before his knot is slipping inside Aether’s abused hole and he’s painting Aether with his own release.

Omega’s careful to avoid squashing Aether; strategically rolling the both of them to their sides before his sex sore limbs fail at holding him up. Then he’s pressing kisses over every inch of skin he can reach; tenderly licking at the teeth marks in Aether’s shoulder. Aether purrs through all of it, the force of it rumbling through his chest.

“You’re taking a day off from the infirmary to rest. I’ll cover for you.” Omega murmurs in his ear.

Too tired to protest, Aether nods.

“Alright.”

Omega pulls a blanket over them.

“Right now just sleep, love.”

A while later, Sunshine and Mist poke their heads in.

“How is he?” Sunny asks, lowering her voice to a whisper when Aether snores.

Omega chuffs, then whispers back, “Good. He needed some convincing but he promised to rest for a bit.”

“Yeah that sounds about right. I love Aeth but he’s stubborn as a mule sometimes. Thanks for bossing him around for me.” She chuckles and Omega grins.

“Anytime.”

Mist knocks her head into Sunshine’s shoulder. “Bedtime for you too missy.”

“But-”

“Uh uh. Not gonna work on me. And anyway, I’m not as nice as Omega. Be sassy with me and I’ll dump you in the lake.”

“Oh fineeeeee.” She whines exaggeratedly but smiles. “But only if you cuddle with me.”

“That was the plan. Now go brush your teeth.” She swats Sunny’s ass with her tail and the multi ghoulette runs off giggling. Mist smiles and heads for the door.

“Night Mist.”

“Night Megs. Sweet dreams Aeth.” She flicks off the light and quietly shuts the door behind her.

[freesia-writes]

OMG congratulations on hitting 500!!!!

i love these prompts and its so hard to choose lol.

definitely Kix and i'm thinking i like #16.

"I've seen the way you look at me, when you think I'm not looking. You don't think I've noticed…"

thank you darling, and here's to 100 more! 💜🧡

Thank youuuu! I appreciated your suggestions on this one! :D Hope it's a fun read. <3

Kix x GN!Jedi!Reader Word Count: 3k Content Warnings: PG-13 battle stuff, medical treatment, and kissin. Dividers courtesy of @djarrex

GORGEOUS KIX FACE by @rosemarynightmares-art (though this story takes place when he still had his short buzz cut, I had to share it cause his eyes and lips are just... *MWAH*)

Your lightsaber was a blur in front of you, deflecting blaster bolts and sending them flying back toward the rows of droids. The sound was deafening, lights flashing everywhere, shuddering blasts rocking the ground, but you were honed into the Force, silencing all but your own path through it all. The Separatists were retreating, scattering and falling back to the canyon beyond, and you and the 501st were pressing forward. 

A pained yell to your left caught your attention, as you heard and felt the trooper get shot in the thigh. He collapsed, still trying to level his DC-17 at the droids ahead, and you leapt in front of him, providing cover as the rest of the squad continued to force the retreat. As the air slowly cleared, the battle dying down for the time being, you turned to place your hand on the fallen trooper, heart aching at the pain you felt radiating from him. You channeled all the energy you could into a peaceful, soothing presence that you directed toward him, feeling his breathing slow just a little bit. It wasn’t much, but it was all you could do. 

You saw Clone Medic Kix running from body to body, working at the speed of light. You marveled at his nimble fingers and singular focus, triaging the injured clones, treating some on the spot, and organizing the transports back to a medical bay. You heard Captain Rex giving orders for the squad to reorganize and report to the staging area, and you gingerly lifted the injured trooper to your shoulder, draping his arm across to support his one-legged hobble back toward safety. 

You’d been with the 501st for a number of months; shifting needs of the war had stolen you from your previous post. But you’d been grateful for the camaraderie and truly unique brotherhood that existed within the boys in blue. You’d grown incredibly fond of them, feeling each one’s unique presence in the Force and enjoying the way they all meshed together while being so incredibly different individually. One in particular was nestled close to your heart… 

Lowering the injured trooper onto a gurney, you met Kix’s eyes as he arrived to scan the clone, making notes on his datapad and instructing the transport. 

“Thanks for your help,” he said, too focused to smile but emanating gratitude and affection nonetheless. You could feel his spirit -- kind and fearless, determined and intentional -- and your heart fluttered, sending some alarm bells ringing through your head. 

“No problem,” you answered, jerking your eyes away at the sensations that his soulful gaze was causing within you. You gave him a formal nod, then left to attend to your own matters. 

“Come on,” Jesse poked, both literally and figuratively as he jabbed his elbow into your side. “We hardly ever get to come to Alderaan’s surface. It’s not only fun, but easy on the eyes too, and you’re way too uptight.” 

“I appreciate the beauty, but the Quint sector isn’t really my scene, Jesse,” you deflected, feeling Kix’s eyes on you from across the transport, along with a prickling sense of anticipation from him. You were all strapped in, shooting toward the planet’s surface as you watched the star cruiser fade into the distance behind you. There had been a special exception made (most likely due to the Organas' extreme kindness and generosity) for the clone squads to enjoy a couple days of rest and relaxation while their cruiser picked up some supplies and waited for the next destination. The gently curving buildings flying past the window were clean and light, sparkling in the sun, and it felt as though the war didn’t even exist here. 

“Have you ever been?” Jesse prodded, leaning forward with a knowingly arched eyebrow. You knew he had you there, and pressed your lips together firmly, sending him a look. “Ha! I knew it. Well, it’s just irresponsible to not explore a new place. Maybe it’s extra strong in the Force or something. It’ll make your magic even more powerful. Or supercharge your lightsaber…” 

A wave of mirth rippled throughout the troopers in their seats, and you grinned, unable to be mad at Jesse’s indomitable spirit. You were warmed to the core at the energy among the 501st -- they had accepted you easily upon your arrival, they trusted you fully, and they had warmly welcomed you into not only their battles but their free time. You’d learned some details about heavy artillery from Hardcase, enjoyed a lecture about the discrepancies between certain manuals from Echo, and had even been taught by Fives how to never leave the bar alone at night. Not that you’d asked for any of these, but you couldn’t resist the earnest delight of each clone as they shared their various interests and insights. 

You’d worked alongside Kix only briefly, feeling deeply unsettled by the inexplicably different vibe you got from being in the same room as him. He’d started off with a few cheesy pick-up lines, which immediately fell flat, and then stuck to strictly business. There was something about his soul that called out to you, though, and you tried to walk the thin line between enjoying his company, working shoulder to shoulder, and keeping things professional. You were grateful he wasn’t Force-sensitive, able to pick up on your feelings and thoughts, and were constantly torn between removing yourself from his presence altogether or refusing to miss out on an opportunity for connection. 

You shook your head, bringing yourself back to the present, where the clones had moved on to other topics of conversation. Apparently, it was decided that you’d be joining them to the Quint district on Alderaan, which was nothing like 79s but was as close as you could get in this sector. 

Hours later, after some time to clean up, you met the clones at the address they’d sent you, surprised to see them in their civvies. You couldn’t help but rake your eyes over Kix, who was engrossed in conversation with Echo and looked more diminutive without his armor, more inviting somehow. You pushed the thought from your mind, waving to the group and taking a seat next to Dogma, who sat silently at the end of a large table. 

“Ha! I knew the Jedi would come!” Jesse announced triumphantly, smacking Fives on the chest. “You owe me!”

“Well you basically bullied your way into that one,” Fives grumbled, elbowing Jesse right back. “You clean up nice,” he commented, giving you his infamous eyebrow waggle, which broke a bit of the tension you were feeling at not knowing quite what to do with yourself. You grinned, giving a playful shrug, and allowed yourself to soak up a bit of the joviality of the room. It was so different from 79s, even though the general purpose was the same, but it was absolutely beautiful. All of the furniture and walls were gently curved and boasted cool, tranquil colors of white, gray, blue, and green. The volume wasn’t too loud, but the place was filled with comfortable tables and chairs at different levels, each organized into little conversation areas that were cozy and welcoming. 

“I’m going to grab a snack. Anyone want anything?” you offered, met with a cacophony of eager responses. You made your way to the counter to place an order, barely opening the menu before feeling a warmth beside you. 

“Figured you’d need a hand carrying it all back,” Kix explained, a small smile curving his sharp features. You felt a rush in your chest, smiling and nodding in return. The feelings were growing, and you’d managed to keep them strictly under wraps, but every interaction with him was fanning the flame. It felt precarious… and enticing. You made a mental note to spend more time in meditation, to release any attachments and stay true to your singular commitment to the Jedi code. 

Once the order was placed, there was nothing to do but wait, and you found yourself lost in conversation with Kix within minutes. You had an unquenchable thirst for knowledge, and he was more than happy to share some of the most baffling, unique, and tragically disgusting cases he’d come across in his medical career so far. You laughed and questioned, fascinated by his adventures so far, and found yourself thoroughly elated as he finished a story that you were fairly certain was heavily embellished. 

The discussion took a turn after a little while, moving to more serious and heavy things. How he managed to keep cynicism and disillusionment at bay, you didn’t know, as he recounted brother after brother who had been lost in the war efforts. Your heart ached for him, feeling the complex emotions washing over him in wave after wave. He fell silent for a moment, running a hand over his intricately shaved and tattooed head, and you found yourself wanting to do the same. Tenderly, intimately… 

A sharp inhale brought you back to your senses, and you turned promptly to return to the table, “Just come get me when the food is ready?” you called over your shoulder, desperately needing to flee his presence. You plopped into your seat next to Dogma, who cast an inquisitive glance your way.

“Empty-handed?” he asked, expression softening the intimidatingly sharp tattoo across his face. 

“Kix is waiting for the food,” you explained dismissively. “So… I have yet to hear your tattoo story…” Anything to take your mind off of the slightly confused medic, still standing by the counter, watching you with a furrowed brow. 

This battle was not going well. Plasma cannons echoed all around as blast after blast rained down where you and the 501st were hunkered in some of the flimsiest cover you’d ever seen. Rex and Jesse were quickly discussing an alternate plan, as shot after shot whistled through the trees around you. You made a few suggestions, revised the final strategy, then Rex announced it to the squad. On his signal, you charged in two groups, left and right, sprinting for the identified landmarks that might allow you to curb the frontal assault that was far more than intelligence had suggested it would be. 

Suddenly, a huge cannon explosion landed nearby, causing one of the massive trees to crackle and waver. You looked up in horror as it teetered, roots ripping up from the earth, and began to crash through the forest canopy above as it fell… right toward a group of clones who were running toward their designated target. They were almost clear of its path… but one fell, shot in the stomach, and Kix was right beside him in an instant, scrambling to drag him clear. Horror clenched your chest, and without thinking, you ran toward them, using every tattered bit of energy you had to Force-throw them out of the way. As they landed on a nearby bush, the injured clone yelling in pain, you leapt over the tree as it smashed onto the ground where they had just been.

As you jumped down, focused entirely on the clones below, you missed the sizzling blaster bolt that was headed straight for you, tearing through your upper arm. A yelp escaped your lips as you landed, grimacing at both the searing pain and your own lack of awareness that could have prevented it. 

The steady beeps of the equipment in the room were soothing as you dozed, comfortably bandaged and bacta-d up. You’d made it through the rest of the battle, reaching the drop zone and being lifted back to the ship with the squad. Fortunately, you’d been shot on an external limb, so the outlook wasn’t so dire as it would be from a direct torso hit. As you slowly woke up, feeling rummy and warm, you suddenly became aware of a presence beside you. 

Kix was laying out a few items on a tray, not even looking at what he was doing in favor of watching you regain consciousness. His amber eyes were deep with concern and care, and you were flushed with sheepishness all of a sudden. Why did it have to be him… 

“Sorry to wake you,” he said softly, his smooth voice a caress to your ears. “It’s time to change the bandage and place another injection before the last one wears off.” He was strictly business, but you could feel the internal conflict within him, realizing how much it matched your own. None of it was allowed. It couldn’t end well. There was no possibility… 

“It’s ok,” you answered, trying to sit up as best you could with only one arm. He was beside you quickly, lifting you up, and the faint whiff of his unique scent reached your nose. Sterile, musky, clean, and… manly. You were quickly spiraling down a path that you knew was not a wise one. “I’m just going to… uh… meditate… while you do that…” you muttered, needing an escape from his intoxicating closeness. He smirked, nodding without a word, and slowly began to unwrap the gauze around your bicep. You closed your eyes, reaching for that place within, trying to sink deeply into it and release all the thoughts and feelings that were buzzing around your head. But you couldn’t. No matter how hard you tried, your senses were holding you firmly to the present. Kix’s gentle hands. The quiet sound of his breathing. The smell of him as he leaned over to unwrap the last bit.

You suddenly felt a weight on the side of the bed, next to your legs, and opened your eyes in surprise to see that he had taken a seat next to you. So incredibly close. And was leaning forward with a furrowed brow and intense squint as he examined the wound. Your heart flipped in your chest. This wasn’t supposed to happen. It all felt so intimate, even without any overt affection… 

“I’d warn you that this will hurt, but I know you’re a tough one,” he said playfully as he readied the bacta injection to ensure there was no long-term bone, muscle, or ligament damage. You flinched as he placed it, but he was right -- you’d been through much worse. And the internal torment was completely distracting. As he moved to apply a light layer of gel across the stitched-up shot, he leaned closer and spoke quietly, feather-light fingers tracing over the gnarled flesh. “Tough… and kind… and brave… and intriguing… and beautiful…” he murmured, keeping his eyes fixed on your arm as though he’d explode if he looked anywhere else. 

“Kix,” you breathed, studying his intensely focused face, “What are you doing?” His words reverberated within your very soul, shocking you with their unveiled honesty and affection. He fell silent for a moment, placing a patch over the wound and smoothing the adhesive around its edges, then finally lifted his eyes to yours. It sent a jolt of electricity through your body that continued to be amplified as he scooted slightly closer, picking up your hand in both of his. 

“I've seen the way you look at me, when you think I'm not looking. You don't think I've noticed…" he said, voice barely above a whisper. Your mouth fell open slightly, completely stunned. You’d thought you’d kept it under wraps, keeping everything on a formal, friendly, professional level, and had also assumed that you were the only one privy to the thoughts and feelings of others. Clearly you hadn’t been as subtle as you thought. You searched for words but had none, eyes darting back and forth between his, tingles radiating up the arm from the hand he was gently holding. 

“I can’t… I don’t…” you began, and he smiled faintly, looking down at your hand, nodding silently to himself. 

“I know,” he whispered, taking a deep inhale before lifting his head to yours again. “But…” his voice grew stronger as his eyes took on a roguish gleam, “We may all be dead tomorrow, so…”

His sudden levity burst through the tension, and you surrendered to the ecstatic flurry within as he leaned in, careful to avoid your injured arm, reaching one hand up to gently cup the side of your face. He drew closer, confident yet unsure, eyes intently searching yours for a response. He leaned his forehead against yours for a moment, and your ragged breathing seemed disproportionately loud. You could feel yourself opening up to him in a way, releasing the strict control of mind over body, leaning into the warmth and connection that was radiating between the two of you. Your eyes fluttered shut, lips parting slightly, and you tipped your chin upward to bring your lips together. 

A sharp inhale through his nose signaled his surprise, but within a split second, he was melting into your kiss, hand roving down your neck to cup the back of your head. Your good hand pressed into his back, tilting your head to bury yourself as deeply in his face as you could. He pulled away, keeping his eyes closed for an extra second, smiling serenely, before meeting your gaze again. You lifted your good hand to his face, brushing the backs of your fingers along his pronounced cheekbone before tracing careful fingers along the side of his head. He basked in your touch, eyebrows arching up in the center, simultaneously blissful and pained at the reality of the situation, but that could be dealt with later. 

“I’ve wanted to do that for a long time,” you whispered, gently raking your fingernails down the back of his neck, earning a shudder from him that made your heart sing. 

“I know,” he answered, with a smug grin in your direction. “You don’t need the Force when you’re that obvious.” 

“I thought I was being subtle,” you laughed, drowning in bliss as he leaned in again. 

“You thought wrong,” he murmured against your lips, and you lost yourselves in each other once again.

[razzerturtle]

some more tlkoe, I’ll keep doing this, whatever you like it or not >:), also my and & @crystalstarpaws3011 are in this

Amy isn’t actually AroAce, she’s actually Omisexual, she just says she AroAce is because she had a lot of bad relationships and was used a lot from them :(

Let the protective war began

Jack hates having to stay in the med bay because he feels even more useless than he usually does when he’s there

Naomi lost her limbs and got that scar on her face due to a failed explosion

Jack had a deal with a servant of Thrull and now…this

Quint doesn’t know about the crush that Dirk has for him

Naomi gives the crew weekly check ups

[lifblogs]

Summer Reading/Writing/Arting Tag

Tagged by: @evilwriter37

Tagging: @ashleybenlove, @knowerofuselessfacts, @eddieelliotmunson, @poisonedyouth, @stand-up-and-screamo, @jayalaw, @strawbearri-frog, @thetrapperstrap, @envydean, @uh-ohspaghettio, @cascigarette, @fictionalnormalcy, @flurbejurbvondurp, @iidigestive-readerii, and @thepagemasternerd

1) Describe one creative WIP project you’re planning to work on over the summer.

I just finished my first ever novelette “The Dragon Mark,” and I actually really loved being in that world. I am planning on writing a companion piece, “Zhang Jue’s Demon,” and I just want to know more too! Maybe I’ll start writing something from the character Yuxuan’s POV before he’s assassinated. He seems fun to work with. Am I planning a book? I don’t know, but I would love to stay with these characters for the summer.

2) Rec a book!

She Who Became the Sun by Shelley Parker-Chan! It’s great political and war fantasy and with only 411 pages it still somehow seems so jam packed! It’s also queer in its own way. Basically the main character was told her fate was nothing, to truly be nothing. So what does she do? Try to steal her brother’s fate after he dies, and she takes on his name, Zhu Chongba. So publicly, one of the main characters is a man and has roles that a man would have. Another central character is a eunuch general named Ouyang, and I love him. This takes place near the end of the Great Yuan Dynasty (the rule of the Mongols) and the rise of the Ming Dynasty.

But okay if you need a summery book read Son of a Sailor by Marshall J. Moore. Pirate Captain Quint Thatch goes back to his island home of Ember Bay after the death of his father, and is trying to hide his pirate identity from everyone. This doesn’t go very well because his crew eventually shows up, and two parts of his life collide. It’s summery, it’s fun! I didn’t even think it’d be my kind of book and I adored it. The author suggests reading it near a body of water and with a cold drink nearby, and I heartily agree!

3) Rec a fic!

Holy crap, A Thousand Lives is so good. It actually understands the Force and the Jedi! It’s a Star Wars: Rebels AU where Kanan is an Inquisitor hunting down Ezra while he slowly falls in love with Hera. The implication of a thousand versions of them existing that’s put in the epigraphs is truly fantastic. I don’t usually like Star Wars fics because of how many people misunderstand the Jedi but this one was truly amazing. I can’t wait to read it again.

4) Rec music!

Fam, I’m forever listening to the album If I Can’t Have Love, I Want Power by Halsey. I do want to update my music at some point though, see what my favorite artists have been putting out.

5) Share one piece of advice!

Find something you like and own it, without any shame. If others want to join then good! If people want to be negative about what you enjoy then they’re not worth your time. Your own enjoyment is precious, and when you work towards it you will find moments you like—or even, love—existing in.

[chez-mimich]

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“Pleasure Garden: A listening Garden” Nu Arts and Community, 22.09.23

“Il Bosco che non c’è/ Nerverwood” con Antonella Cirigliano, Nu Arts and Community, 22.09.23

“Niccolò Baraggioli” vernissage, Nu Arts and Community, 22.09.23

“Umberto Orsini racconta Novara” Nu Arts and Community 23.09.23

“SaxFor Tone”, Nu Arts and Community, 23.09.23

“DNA” di Dennis Kelly, Collettivo Hangar, regia di Andrea Gattinoni, 23.09.23

“State Petals” con Ljuba Bergamelli e Zeno Baldi, 23.09.23

“Puppets Jazz” con Enrico Intra, Compagnia Colla e Civici Corsi di Jazz di Milano, 23.09.23

"Isole" di Gavin Francis, 30.09.23

"Il barone rampante" da Italo Calvino, con Stefano Massini, Teatro Grassi, 01.10.23

"Asteroid City"di Wes Anderson, 07.10.23

"Grand Hotel" di Roman Polanski, 8.10.23

"Over the Rainbow" (catalogo mostra), 10.10.23

"The Killers of the Flower Moon" di Martin Scorsese, 22.10.23

“Thao Nguyen Phan: Reincarnation of Shadows”. Pirelli Hangar Bicocca, 28.10.23

“James Lee Byars” Pirelli Hangar Bicocca, 28.10.23

“E in Deutsches Requiem” Basilica di San Gaudenzio, 29.10.23

“C’è ancora domani” di Paola Cortellesi, 1.11.23

“Händel, Bononcini” Novarien Trumpetes Ensemble, San Gaudenzio, 5.11.23

“Memorie di un baro” di Sacha Guitry, 7.11.23

“Sinfonia n. 4 di Schubert e Quattro Pezzi Sacri di Giuseppe Verdi” Teatro alla Scala, 11.11.23

“Max Vaduku, Through her Eyes” Gallerie d’Italia Milano, 25.11.23

“Maria Callas: ritratto” Gallerie d’Italia, 26.11.23

“She's Analog", e Adele Altro, NJ Weekender, 12.11.23

Daniela Pes, Nj Weekender, 12.11.22

“The Old Oak” di Ken Loach, 18.11.23

“Lou Reed, Re di New York” di Will Hermès, 18.11.23

“Argentina. Quel che la notte racconta al giorno”, Pac Milano, 26.11.23

“La pulce nell’orecchio” di Georges Feydeau, 26.11.23

“100 domeniche” di Antonio Albanese,02.12.23

“Coup de chance” di Woody Allen, 08.12.23

“Boldini, De Nittis et les italiens de Paris”, 09.12.23

“Trilogia della città di K.” di Àgota Kristof. Teatro Studio Melato Milano, 17.12.33

“One life” di James Hawes, 23.12.23

“Foglie al vento” di Aki Kaurismäki”, 30.12.23

Buon 2024