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[theophan-o]

Famous Polish semi-historical Knight from H. Sienkiewicz's novel "The Deluge" ("Potop"): Andrzej Kmicic (based on Samuel Kmicic, c. 1625-1692).

Vintage Polish postcard from 1903 by M. Adamczewski (!)

Some authentic private letters from Książę Bogusław Radziwiłł (1620-1669) to Chorąży Orszański Samuel Kmicic (d. 1692) I have posted here:

[koszmarnaadziewczyna]

[lichenes]

Lockjaw

Someone requested Silco x brothel worker!reader (AND I WILL WRITE IT, KEEP YOUR EYES PEELED.) but. I raise you one better. Silco in love with a brothel worker, NOT reciprocated HAHAHAHAAAAAA. I'm going fucking insane. I'm going crazy. The smut is also here... ig... I did a shit ton of research cuz my seasoned writer best friend said it was difficult to get right. Any feedback is appreciated!! CW: reader has a pseudonym (Lulu), porn with plot (AND ANGST HAHAHAHA), SW!reader, eating out (reader receiving), piv briefly mentioned, wear protection kids, fleabag reference - i couldn't help myself. wc: 639 .  * 　　 ✦ . 　⁺ 　 .⁺ 　　 ˚ .  * 　　 ✦ . 　⁺ 　 .⁺ 　　 ˚.  * 　　 ✦ . 　⁺ 　 .⁺ 　　 ˚.  * 　　 ✦ . 　⁺ 　 .⁺ 　　 ˚.  * 　　 ✦ . 　⁺ 　 .⁺ 　　 ˚

Dark drapes. Burgundy carpets. Gold candleholders. You could smell the incense all around you. The cool, night air calmly was circulating and mixing with the warm feeling spreading in your chest. The room was overflowing with prestige and cachet. 

Silco was between your legs as you stared at his beautiful, bicolored eyes. You were toying with his locks as he greedily pleasured you. He couldn’t take his own eyes off of you. He was mesmerised by your squirming body, by your quiet moans and by the way you were just- almost there. 

He detached himself from you, denying you pleasure once more. You whined at the sudden loss but were eager to get even more from him and tonight, he wanted to give you it all. He hurriedly unbuckled his belt and slid his pants down his legs putting the garment neatly on the chair behind him. 

“Hi Lulu!” Said Juliette entering the break room where you were spending your last moments alone for the night. “Hi Julie, how you doin’?” She was in a good mood. “I’m doing okay! I got a massive tip from this one guy, and-” She trailed off saying how glad she was to not have taken a sick day today. You didn’t quite listen. “Lulu? I asked you a question.” You came back to your senses and answered the trivial question she presented you with. 

“So, how long are you staying?” You began answering but she interrupted you. “Oh!” She hit herself lightly on the forehead. “Silco’s coming today right? It’s Wednesday after all.” You nodded. “Looks like you’ve got quite a night in front of you.”

Your thoughts were interrupted by him getting close to your face. He was breathing heavily, yet a certain intimateness was flowing from him today. As he kissed you, you could taste yourself on his tongue. Slight hints of expensive cigars were also there, the taste was intoxicating. 

With his lips still on your own ones, he pushed you back onto the bed and caged you in his arms. He kissed a trail down your neck and chest before he put his hands on your thighs and spread them wider- right to his liking. He pulled back for a second. “You look divine.” 

He entered you with a slight resistance and let you accommodate his size before he started moving. With each encounter he was becoming more gentle. You never mentioned it, you never even noticed it up until now. You were fearing the- worst. 

Your legs were bent at the knees, you were trembling a bit from the intrusion. You were propped up by your elbow watching him enter and exit you. You reminisced about the first time he ever showed up here. Quickly you were pulled away from your thoughts by him burying himself to the hilt. 

“Lulu you were requested.” 

“Lu- oh, Lulu.” Moaned the most powerful man in all of Zaun. 

“I’ve been watching you for quite some time.” 

He emptied himself into the rubber and stayed inside you for a moment more, relishing in the closeness. Closeness he was to lose soon enough.

The break room was empty. “I’ve loved you from the moment I saw you.” The silence was filled with his confession. “Clients aren’t supposed to be here.” You said, dressed only in a warm robe, keeping you from getting goosebumps. He leaned against the doorframe, his eyes becoming dark, darker than any substance ever synthesised, soulless and- subdued.

He hung his head and turned his back to you, his coat in hand as he professed. “What’s keeping you here?” You didn’t answer. “Lulu.” He pleaded. “It’ll pass.” You answered. 

He walked onto the street, rain falling freely from the sky. His messed up hair was becoming wet. “I don't think it will.” He said to no one in particular.

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[reading-is-an-escape]

Doom at Your Service: he need to hold her hand every day before midnight to recharge her so she won't feel pain from her brain tumor.

My Demon: he need to hold her wrist to use his power since his tattoo (the source of his power) is now on her wrist. Ergo, if he doesn't hold her wrist, he cannot access his demon power.

So, these 2 dramas have similar vibes, but different mechanism on how this holding hand/wrist works. And believe me, I ache for BOTH.

[zhoufeis]

myul mang kim sa-ram + trying to be a decent human being (luckily, his longer-human wife is helping him)

DOOM AT YOUR SERVICE (2021) 어느 날 우리 집 현관으로 멸망이 들어왔다

[prplocks]

✧❁ wallpaper 〴 doom at your service ˗ˏˋ ´ˎ˗

reblog if you save ➳

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[fauna-and-floraa]

[damienkarras73]

"Swing away, Merrill. Merrill, swing away."

Mirrors, reflections and screens in Signs (2002).

Dir. M. Night Shyamalan

DoP Tak Fujimoto

[ohrichadohyun]

-Why? Why me? Why? Why must it be me? -Fate -That's cruel -Fate is cruel to everyone

[aceteling]

Bo w naszej Partii Uczciwości nie trzeba wstydzić się miłości....

[ghooostugs]

okay…thanks to tumblr i may finally be truly cringe and free…..

WOE SCRIBBLES FROM DND MONDAYS BE UPON YE!!!!!!

i play as a butch barbarian high wis low int, the rest of the party consists of two furries and a priest with a gun, and i’m having the time of my life

[koszmarnaadziewczyna]

Zaciskam pięść nie pozwolę sobie już nic zabrać! Nie zrozum źle, wychowały nas te grosze stada!

[bisexualshitwholovesshakespeare]

[allerod]

mój stary

[igamer12]

polskie block 13

[slavicbee]

I wanted to do this for a long time

Some footnotes

Český Turista v Tatrách is a satirical comedy song in Czech but I included it because it’s funny and contains a multitude of valuable cultural references.

Proměny and Môj bože aren’t bilingual but sang in a (presumably Moravian? correct me if I’m wrong) dialect and Old Church Slavonic respectively. I included them because they, again, contain valuable cultural elements.

I considered adding Léto Lásky to the graph but… Meky only has, like, six lines in it, so I’m just gonna leave it as an Honorable Mention.

If you know any more songs that include Czech and Slovak you are morally obliged to let me know about them. 🔪