#chinchilla divider

[raccoon-paw-dividerz]

Hi! I really want to find content for chinchillas, but it's very difficult because nobody requests that. Could you possibly do dividers or banners for them? Thanks! (I sent this to a few others in search of them, so don't be alarmed if you come across my ask on other blogs lol)

something like that?

[thecutestgrotto]

Hi!

I'm trying to look for open divider/banner/blinkie/graphic requests on blogs like these and I came across this :) I really want to find content for chinchillas, but it's very difficult because nobody requests that

I saw someone do raccoons as a request, could you possibly do chinchilla dividers or banners?

Thanks! It's for one of my sideblogs and for my own use when I adopt a chinchilla in the next few months. I'm head over heels and would enjoy something to use in my posts or for other content with your permission/credit. By the way, awesome work :)

(If you've seen this message on other blogs, it's easy for me to copy/paste my asks if it's on multiple, so don't be alarmed, it isn't spam lol)

Chinchillas are adorable, I’d love to make them for you. 🩵🌸

Chinchillas

[babyblue711]

Temptation

Ettore (High Life) x Reader - Part 1 Summary: Tired of the monotony of everyday life aboard the spaceship, you decide to start a little game to taunt Ettore. But your plan backfires and now you must deal with the consequences of temptation. This fic was heavily inspired by these two songs. I recommend giving them a listen before continuing: "Fill the Void" by Lily-Rose Depp & The Weeknd and "Little Girl Gone" by CHINCHILLA Words: 6.3K

Warnings: PLEASE READ! NSFW, Smut, Mature Themes 18+, Sexual Content 18+, Noncon, Dubcon, Rough Sex, Physical Violence, Mention of Suicide, Mention of Physical Abuse, Language, Degradation A/N: Consider Part 1 to be "just getting warmed up". I hope you all enjoy! Thank you to @arcielee for beta reading and @myfandomprompts for providing most of the pics and gifs! Dividers by @firefly-graphic

Every day was the same.

Trapped on this doomed spaceship that was destined for hell, every day felt like a relentless loop of monotony and misery. Same work, same people, same experiments, same old bullshit every fucking day. 

The utilitarian living quarters of the spacecraft make you feel like you are in a mental hospital, cold and uninviting. Every facet of the interior is minimalistic; a mix of sterile clinical spaces and dimly lit, shadowy corridors. Blue light shines at night that’s supposed to help the inhabitants sleep. The bland functionality and oppressive “sameness” just makes you want to scream.

Some days it all becomes too much to bear and you feel a small part of you snap. You despise feeling helpless and not in control of your life anymore; with each beat of your heart, white hot fire courses through your veins. At times, you yearn to unleash your fury on someone, anyone, to let out the pent-up frustration that has been building within you for far too long. But then the storm inside of you passes and you settle back into your repetitive routine once more. 

Your fellow shipmates are a bunch of criminals and weirdos. You try to make due with what you have, except for Dr. Dibs, whom you hate with your whole heart. Her cold demeanor and cruel experiments are a constant source of dread. She seems to derive pleasure from the suffering she inflicts upon you and the other girls aboard the ship.

Although you aren’t really sure you could call them friends, there are a few people you were “ok” with, mainly the other girls that also had to suffer through Dr. Dib’s sick experiments. A few of the guys are alright too; Monte is a loner that mainly keeps to himself and you’ve never heard him say an unkind word. Tcherny’s favorite place on the ship is the makeshift garden and you couldn’t blame him since it reminds everyone of Earth, of home. 

Ettore is…unusual. He has a certain aura that just feels…off. Your hair stands up on the back of your neck whenever you catch him staring or whenever he passes too close in the corridor, as if an electric current surrounds him, radiating off of his body. He’s a man of few words; you’ve rarely ever heard him speak. 

Amongst the girls, it’s well known that he doesn’t give a fuck if he is caught staring or leering, which he often is. Boyse especially dislikes him because he gives her the creeps. She normally has trouble sleeping at night because she says she can feel her skin crawl when he looks at her. You try your best to just ignore him most of the time. 

Until one day, during lunch in the cafeteria, you are sitting with the girls, mingling and talking quietly, when you feel a tingle go down your spine. You glance up and immediately make eye contact with him. 

His eyes lock onto yours, and you find yourself momentarily captivated by the intensity behind his gaze.

You were already having a bad day and you can feel the beginnings of another storm brewing inside. You’re sick of Ettore’s shit so you stare right back, issuing him a challenge in a silent duel to look away first. The air seems to sizzle with tension as you watch his glare harden when you don’t look away, like most of the girls normally do; he looks positively predatory with his sharp angular face and dark blue eyes. 

You refuse to let him intimidate you. Your eyes are watering but you’re too involved in this stupid little battle of wills to concede to him now by blinking. Thankfully, a welcome interruption arrives in the form of Monte. Having not noticed the little contest between you and Ettore, he walks right in front, breaking the spell between you two. You blink rapidly and take a deep breath, watching as Ettore leans around Monte to look back at you, an unspoken promise in his stare that seems to say, I’m not done with you yet. You roll your eyes and look away.

“What are you looking at, Y/N?” Boyse asks from beside you, snapping you to attention. 

“Uh...nothing,” you mumble back, not really wanting to engage with her.

“That fucking creep. He sits across from us to stare at us on purpose, have you noticed?” Boyse says, noticing the trail of your gaze.

“Yeah, I know but don’t let it bother you, Boyse, just ignore him,” you try to diffuse the situation. You don’t want to be involved in yet another incident where Ettore made a girl feel uncomfortable. Boyse goes back to picking at her food silently and you do the same. 

You ignore him now; he isn’t worth your time or attention. Even though you get a bad vibe from him, you can’t help but notice a certain attractiveness about Ettore. He is tall and lean, with corded muscles on his arms, toned chest, and abs. He has a very angular face, strong jaw and chin with a sharp nose and luscious lips. You have to admit that you had never seen a man with as beautiful lips as his.

Lost for a moment thinking about his body, you bring yourself back to the present. You scold yourself; perhaps the monotony of this ship really was driving you insane, lusting after someone who gave off such ominous vibes. You swore to hate men for all eternity after what you had endured. That’s how you ended up in this hell hole to begin with….

After years of torment and physical violence of both you and your mother, you finally snapped and murdered your abusive stepfather in his sleep after he was passed out from another drunken rage.

But, despite arguing in court that your actions should be considered self defense after years of abuse, the jury found you guilty and sentenced you to life in prison...or join this sick experiment in space. You aren’t remorseful that you had killed your step-father. He got what he deserved and no other woman would have to deal with his violence ever again. However, when your mother learned that you had chosen to accept this mission in space, she couldn’t bear the pain of losing her only daughter. She took a bunch of pills and never woke up. 

Now, you are an unloved, unwanted murderer and no one cared if you lived or died. This mission is perfect for people like you. 

You’re standing in line for the shower that evening, towel in hand, when Ettore walks by; his hair is still wet from his shower and he’s wearing a fresh set of scrubs, towel slung over his shoulder. You see him coming and avert your eyes so as not to attract his attention. He saunters over anyway and you know he’s trying to annoy you on purpose.

He stops right beside your left shoulder and you reluctantly bring your eyes up to meet his gaze. His presence is imposing and you can't help but notice how much taller he is compared to you, making you feel small and vulnerable in his shadow. He leers, invading your personal space and it takes everything in you to not step back from him as he looks down his nose at you. Your eyes lock in a tense standoff, each daring the other to back down. 

Despite your inner resolve, you feel a knot of tension in your stomach, and your hand instinctively tightens around the towel you're holding. It takes all your strength to hold your ground, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of seeing you flinch. 

“I know what you’re doing,” he sneers in a low voice. 

You realize that he is trying to intimidate you with some stupid alpha-male shit, but you are not afraid of him. Fire burns hot in your blood and you are ready for a fight.

“I’m not doin’ shit, Ettore, now fuck off,” you say back aggressively, letting him know you won’t be an easy meal with your tone.

“The fuck you aren’t,” he growls lowly, deep in his chest. He steps closer to you, suddenly trailing a finger from your eyebrow down the side of your face. The gesture is so unexpected that you flinch and freeze, staring up at him with wide eyes mixed with confusion and defiance.

“C’mon, love, I know you’re just playing hard to get,” he whispers as his eyes look you up and down suggestively. Finally, he turns and walks away.

As he exits the bathroom, you let out a breath that you didn’t realize you were holding and think, What the fuck was that? You curse internally; you knew you shouldn’t have started anything back in the cafeteria. Now he thinks you’re interested or some shit. But…maybe you were, in a way? You feel conflicted, knowing that he thinks of you as an easy target. 

Finally, it’s your turn for the shower. You undress quickly and start to relax as the hot water streams over your shoulders. As you’re washing your hair, an idea comes to you and butterflies flutter in your chest at your wicked thoughts, the most excitement you’ve felt in a long time. Because of your abusive past, you refuse to let anyone ever make you feel small and insignificant ever again and decide on the spot that Ettore is going to become your next target of torture. You knew his weakness; you’d exploit his obvious sexual deviousness, which was probably fueled by the rules on the ship that the inmates couldn’t engage in any sexual behavior with each other.

A dark chuckle escapes your lips. You’d show him who’s boss. Given the lack of privacy on the spacecraft, you’d never fear his retribution; you could tease him mercilessly and always be able to evade any potential advances if he thought he would take things further…or so you hoped. 

A tiny alarm bell rings in the back of your mind. You knew that what you were planning was the equivalent to waking a sleeping dragon but you didn’t care. You are so beyond sick of the monotony of everyday life that you convince yourself that you needed this little extra bit of spice as an escape from the mundane reality of your circumstances.  

So, you allow this little game to proceed between you and Ettore, a cocktail of emotions swirling within you: boredom, lust, anger, hatred, desire—all of them fuel this strange dance.

As the days pass by, you continue to provoke him with stolen glances and lingering eye contact that says more than words ever could. He responds eagerly to your meager attention, just as you knew he would. His advances quickly became more pronounced as simple stares turn into physical contact: brushing your shoulder on purpose as he walks by, daring you to react. Anytime you are in the same vicinity as him, you feel a magnetic energy pulling the two of you together. You have created this friction on purpose to drive him mad, but you can’t help but feel like you are getting caught up in it too…  

Something had awoken in you that night when he touched your face in the bathroom. A wild, feral animal rattles at the bars of this proverbial cage that you had locked away deep inside a long time ago. Women aren’t supposed to be sexual creatures in the same way men are. It was a part of yourself that you have spent years hiding because you are afraid you’d just be labeled a whore or a slut. But what did it matter anymore on this dreaded spaceship? You can’t deny that you, too, feel a deep void, an ache in your chest, a need for something more.

Upon arriving back at your bunk one evening, you hear a deep breath from behind you. You whirl and see Ettore across the hallway, standing in another doorway, watching you. It’s the most provocative he’s looked thus far since he’s shirtless, wearing only a pair of black sweatpants. You hesitate, then decide to make a show of looking him up and down, biting your bottom lip, secretly admiring his toned chest and abs. When your eyes flick back up to his face, his gaze locks onto yours as he reaches into his pants and starts pleasuring himself right in front of you, not caring if anyone saw. 

Your eyeballs pop in shock at this brazen display of desire. Your heartbeat picks up and a million thoughts start to race through your mind. Should you tease him in return? What if he decides to come into your bunk? Red flags wave a warning in the back of your mind and you knew you were walking on a razor’s edge. You think he’s about to take a step towards you when, thankfully, a door slams nearby and Ettore vanishes into the shadows. You let out a deep breath, doubting your stupid plan to taunt him that was working way too easily. A ripple of unease flows through you. You could feel that he was like a volcano waiting to explode. What would you do when he did?

You decide to ignore him from now on to try to diffuse the tension you had built between you both. He needs to get a grip and, honestly, so did you. So, as much as you despise it, you release your frustration within “The Box” when it all becomes too much to bear. 

A few nights later, you are walking back to your bunk after visiting The Box. Still unsatisfied, you turn the corner and see Ettore scrubbing the floor in front of you, his back to you. He is shirtless again, dressed only in orange cargo pants. He doesn’t look around and you don’t think he’s heard your approach. You pause behind him, admiring the way his shoulder and back muscles ripple as he scrubs the floor. He has three tattoos, all black triangles; one on his right forearm, another on his left bicep, and finally, one on the right side of his neck. You assume they are symbolism for some type of gang. You’re staring, openly, almost hypnotized by the movement of his muscles. 

“I know you’re there,” he says suddenly and you jump out of your revere, heart leaping into your throat. He continues to mop the floor, not even bothering to turn around.

You feign nonchalance and start to walk by him, glancing down just as he is looking up at you.

“I can do you better than that box, you know,” he purrs at you with a cocky smirk. 

He doesn’t miss the way your eyes widen at his words. Your heart pounds and you know you can’t give him any encouragement, so you give a noncommittal grunt before hurrying back to your bunk. When you lay in bed that night, you know, deep down, that if you stood there and watched him any longer, half naked on the floor, you might just be tempted to find out for yourself. 

The next day starts like any other. You’ve been assigned to organize the storage room; a redundant and mundane task, located in the bottom level of the ship. You’ve been at it for a couple of hours, in the middle of inventorying the stockpile of supplies, when you feel a presence from behind. You don’t know what tipped you off exactly because he hasn’t made a sound, but you turn to see him silently shutting the door behind him and locking it, staring at you with a predatory gaze.

“The fuck do you want?” you ask aggressively, firing up at once. Anger is your first line of defense as your heartbeat picks up, but the smallest thrill of fear laces up your spine. An alarm bell goes off in the back of your mind, a small voice is screaming a warning to get out of that room. You are quite alone down here in this part of the ship and you doubt anyone would hear you if you try to scream. This was it…you had pushed him too far and now the consequence was right in front of you, looking at you mercilessly. 

“I think you know what I want,” he almost growls, voice deep. “You have a choice, we can do this the easy way….or we can do this the hard way,” his gaze hardens as he stares at you.

“Fuck off,” you say defiantly back. Inside, you are cursing fluently. You knew this day would come, knew he wouldn’t be able to resist temptation. He chuckles as he steps closer until he’s right in front of you, looking down.

“You wanna know what I think?��� he says, and you really don’t care what he thinks but you know he’s about to tell you anyway so you don’t even bother responding. “I don’t know what you did to land here on this cursed spaceship, but I think, deep down, you’re just a good little girl, pretending to be bad, aren’t you?” He says this as if hoping to corrupt your innocence; you smirk to yourself, thinking he has no idea who he’s messing with.  

You raise your chin, looking him straight in the eyes and you just can’t help the words that escape from your mouth. “Well…this good little girl is only a bad girl for the right man,” you say with fire in your gaze, taunting him on purpose even though you know it’s a stupid thing to do. “And that sure as hell isn’t you.��� 

You could feel the heat radiate off of him from the proximity of his body so close to yours. He smirks and his eyes darken dangerously as he takes the bait.

“Is that so?” he says easily. “You’ve been provoking me for weeks. You think I didn’t know exactly what you were doing all along? I saw you staring at me too. I think you want me as much as I want you.” His eyes seem to burn into you with desire, lust blowing out his pupil.

“It was just a stupid little game, Ettore. It didn’t mean anything, it’s not that serious,” you know you’re babbling as you try to remain calm by playing it off like you don’t know what he’s talking about. His nostrils flare as he sniffs out your lie and you suddenly feel like a mouse that has just wandered into the lion's den. “Besides, you know we can’t,” you say sternly, referring to the rules, trying to get him to see reason. 

“That’s bullshit and you know it. And I don’t give a fuck about Dibs’ rules,” he says menacingly. 

Rage starts to come to your rescue as you realize he’s not going to listen to a word you say.

You level him with a hard glare. “I don’t fucking want you, Ettore,” you growl back at him.

Panic seizes you for a moment when he reaches for you suddenly and cups your face with his hand. His thumb runs over your cheek in an unexpected gentle caress before moving over your lips, pulling your bottom lip down. His eyes flick up to yours as lust surges through your core at his touch.

“Such a smart little mouth you have,” he says quietly as he takes a deep breath. “I won’t have a problem fucking the brat outta you.”   

He moves so fast you don’t even have time to blink as he lunges for you, spinning you around and smashing you against some cardboard boxes stacked against the wall nearby. His fingers have a tight grip on your hair as he pushes your face into the box, using his knees to kick your legs apart, unbalancing you, one hand grabs your left arm and twists it behind your back. He moves at such a lightning pace that it momentarily takes your breath away.

He pulls your head back from the box by your hair and bends your neck to the side so he can run his nose from your ear to your shoulder, groaning like an animal in heat as he savors your smell. Your heart hammers in your chest. Shockwaves roll over you at the speed of his assault and you can’t even form words yet, only whimper slightly from the pain of having your hair pulled. At the same time, wetness pools at your center. 

“I gave you an opportunity, didn’t I?” he whispers darkly in your ear. “It didn’t have to be like this, you stupid little cunt,” he grunts as you try to struggle with all your might to get away from him, but he’s just too big, too heavy, too strong to break free of his grasp.

Rage boils in your blood as you realize just how well and truly trapped you are. Deep down, you knew this would happen. You realize he saw an opportunity to get you alone and he took it.  You know what’s about to happen and you know you can’t stop it, but you aren’t going down without a fight. 

Your breathing is fast as he starts kissing your neck, biting down on your pulsepoint, feeling your heart race.

“Fuck you, Ettore,” you say through gritted teeth. 

Provocatively, he grinds his hard cock against your ass through your clothes. “Oh, you will,” he growls as he lets go of your hair to effectively pin your arms behind your back with one hand. With the other free hand, he starts exploring your body, running his hand over your breasts and squeezing until he trails down lower, dipping his fingers under the band of your pants. 

You truly lose it at this moment as you feel him reach for your core. You struggle and fight for all your worth and he's forced to stop his path to your center and hold onto you tighter to keep you from getting away. His fingers latch around your throat and he squeezes hard, immobilizing you easily as you struggle to take a breath. His body pushes you further into the boxes, leaning his weight on you.  

“Stop fighting me,” he loudly growls into your ear aggressively. “You stupid little bitch, I know I do things to you too, just the same as you do me,” he breathes harshly. “Look how your body responds to me,” your nipples are pebbled against your shirt and he could clearly feel them when he assaulted your front a moment ago. 

“And I bet, if I touched you right now, you’d be wet, wouldn’t you, love?” he licks the outer rim of your ear and releases his grip on your throat. As you gasp and suck in air, as his fingers reach below your panties and his fingers find your slippery core. You whimper and draw shallow breaths as he groans into your ear when he feels how wet your cunt is. 

He dips down to your opening and gathers some slick, bringing it up to circle your bud and you feel the fight slowly leave your body. It has been so long since a man touched you, you feel like a switch has been flipped, lust now running rampant through your veins, like a shot of ecstasy to your system. He feels you relax under his hand and loosens his hold on your wrists that are still pinned behind your back. You moan softly and lean into him.

“That’s what I thought, you little slut,” he whispers in your ear. You allow yourself to enjoy this moment, but you’ve already formulated a secondary plan and intend to make him pay for this too. You’re simply lulling him into a false sense of security right now. By loosening his hold, he’s actually done exactly what you wanted. You let him circle your bud for a few more times, before you tense, spinning around and shoving him away from you as hard as you can. You aren’t the only one who’s going to feel pain today as renewed rage pounds in your chest.

You leap at him and the fight for dominance ensues as you grapple with each other, falling onto the floor. Physically, you know you are no match for him, but taking your anger and frustration out on him just feels so good. You kick and punch and scratch and scream. He’s doing everything he can to block and contain your flurry of blows but he’s not hit back yet either. Even if he does, that’s nothing new to you; you still have plenty of scars from your step-father.

You’re on top at first, but you’re under no illusion that you’re “winning”, just simply letting the frustration out as you claw at his chest. He quickly decides he’s tired of being your punching bag and he flips you over and lays his full weight on top of you, pinning you to the floor. 

You wrap him in a bear hug on the floor, thinking that if he can’t lean away from you to punch you, you’re safe from any strong direct hits from him. You’re both breathing heavily, Ettore trapped between your legs and you try to kick him from your position but he grabs your hip and pinches harshly, causing you to yelp in pain. 

He wiggles free of your arms, pinning your hands above your head with one of his as he looks down at you, fury in his gaze.

“Are you fuckin’ done yet?” he taunts you, knowing you’re pinned now. 

You literally growl back at him like a rabid, wild animal and show him your teeth; maybe he’ll think you’re insane and he won’t want to continue this anymore. It doesn’t work...

He smirks instead. “There she is…you weren’t lying earlier about the bad girl thing were you? I got myself a right little she-devil, haven’t I?” He chuckles darkly, a menacing sound causing fear to tingle at the base of your spine. “Don’t worry, I’ll have you tamed by the end.”

You don’t respond, distracted by his other hand that has traveled up your shirt, roving over your breasts. You try to buck him off but he’s just too heavy and you barely get him to budge. In alarm, you realize you’ve missed your chance to escape. He watches your face as he touches you and you glare back up into his eyes, hating feeling helpless like this. His touch is surprisingly gentle as he squeezes your breasts and then runs his warm hand down your ribs. 

Hatred and fury pound in your chest, but you’re caught off guard that he isn’t beating you to a pulp. It’s what you had come to expect from men, especially after the physical altercation you just had with him. Involuntarily, you feel yourself relax a little at his touch and your breathing becomes a little more steady. After a few more moments, he notices the tension leave you and suddenly his lips find yours in a violent kiss that’s all teeth and tongue. He starts grinding his pelvis into your aching cunt and you moan into his kiss, hating yourself for liking this but you succumb to his attentions, unable to resist more. Animalistic lust and desire blooms from deep within, your head swirls from his kiss, your body aches for his touch.  

You surrender the fight. “Take your shirt off,” you say when you both come up for air from your kiss; he knows he has to let go of your hands in order to remove his clothes.

“Are you going to stop fighting me?” he asks and you nod. He smirks, “so you gonna be a good girl now?” 

“Shut up, Ettore, it's your dick I want, not you,” you growl back at him and his grin widens. 

He lets go of your hands and quickly pulls his shirt over his head. You notice the red marks on his chest from where you clawed him earlier. You watch his abs contract with each panting breath, noticing his defined chest and lean muscles of his arms. You feel more wetness pool in your core as your eyes appreciate his body. 

You reach for the bottom of your shirt and surprise him by removing it yourself, your breasts pebbling in the cool air; you barely bothered wearing a bra anymore. He looks down hungrily at them, running his hands softly over your nipples. You arch your back and he immediately takes one in his mouth, the other rolling your nipples between his fingers. Your hands are in his hair as you grind your hips into his hard length. He bites down on the skin of your left breast, sucking a bruise onto the skin while massaging the other one firmly with his other hand. He moves upwards, kissing along your collarbone until he reaches your neck, biting, licking and sucking at all of your exposed skin. You rake your fingernails down his back, becoming impatient for more. 

He pulls away from your neck and sits up, reaching for your pants. You lift your hips so he can remove them completely. He admires your naked body, laying bare on the floor beneath him, the swell of your breasts, the curve of your hips, your wet cunt open for him. From his position kneeling between your legs, he takes your knees and spreads them apart, opening your pussy more for his view, groaning deep in his chest as his eyes feast upon your body. Deciding to tease him a little, you reach down and start playing with your bud and he stares shamelessly.

“Fuck,” he murmurs and watches you for a few moments. “Such a needy little slut aren’t you?” 

You moan and grind into your own hand, fingers dipping down to your entrance to gather some slick onto your fingers. You bring them up to your mouth to taste yourself, knowing that you’re about to drive him absolutely wild. Since he’s seen your “feral animal” wild-side, now you want to see his too. 

His mouth hangs open, his chest rising and falling rapidly with his breathing as he watches your lips close around your fingers as you taste yourself and moan. His restraint snaps in an instant.

He pulls down his pants, freeing his large, veiny cock and gives it a couple pumps, watching your face. Your eyes widened at the sight; his cock is bigger than you expected, long and thick, a pearl of his spend visible on the tip. Your eyes meet and you’re sure he can see the slight trepidation in yours as he smirks. 

“You can fuckin’ take it,” Ettore says confidently, as if this is supposed to reassure you. He doesn’t waste any more time as he lines himself up with your entrance.

You were wet and willing and ready for him but you cry aloud as he sheathes himself fully in one thrust, not caring to take things slow with you. You pant and arch your back as his large cock fills you so completely full, eyes popping a little at the intensity of the intrusion. The stretch burns more than you anticipated and you focus on breathing through the pain.  

He gives you a few shallow thrusts before mumbling, “Fuckin’ hell, your pussy is so fuckin’ tight - sorry if that hurt a little after all,” he says in a voice that doesn’t sound sorry at all. 

He pauses for a moment as he watches your face wince at the pain. He doesn’t give you long though, knowing that he’s hurting you but can’t seem to control himself as his hips start to snap into yours at a steady pace. 

After a few thrusts, you’ve adjusted to his size and pleasure starts to course through your core. You begin to meet his thrusts with your hips. He seems to take that as a sign to speed up as he suddenly pounds into you, much harder, causing you to cry aloud not from pain, but from pleasure.

His hips snap into yours as he fucks you hard, brutally, wickedly, deliciously, and you groan as lightning races from your cunt into your chest. Pleasure starts to build deep inside as his thick cock continually rubs your g-spot. He grabs one leg and puts it over his shoulder and leans over you, changing the angle, driving you wild and your walls start to clench around him.

“Gonna cum for me already?” he pants, an amused smirk on his luscious lips.

“Fuck, Ettore,” you mewl as the pleasure starts to overwhelm your senses. It had been so long since you felt this good. “Harder,” you challenge him, as if he isn’t already fucking you hard enough.

He glances up at your face before withdrawing completely and you feel momentary emptiness at the void left behind as he pulls out from your aching pussy. Flipping you over on your stomach, bringing your ass back in the air as he kneels behind you. You prop yourself up on your elbows as your knees dig into the cold, hard floor; you know you’ll have bruises on your knees from this position. He thrusts back into your aching core with a guttural groan and you feel a stinging slap to your rear end. You cry aloud and mewl pathetically, then feel him yank on your hair from behind. He pulls you up so that your palms are now resting on the floor, your neck pulled back, held by his grip in your hair; he fucks you ruthlessly as he rides you from behind. His other hand grips your hip so hard you know you’ll have more bruises tomorrow.

You both are panting heavily as he lands another blow to your ass, harder this time, you’re positive a red handprint remains and you may even form yet another bruise with the strength of his slap. He doesn’t even bother to run his hand along the tender skin to soothe it, he just keeps thrusting with single-minded intensity. The slaps sting but in a pleasurable way as you feel your core become impossibly wetter each time he hits you.  

You reach a hand down to play with your pearl, your walls clenching around his thick cock as pleasure coils low in your belly.

The bites, the bruises, the ache around your throat from being choked, the pull of your hair on your scalp, the sore spot on your ass cheek from his repeated slaps, the drag of his thick cock inside your wet, tight pussy causes your mind to go blissfully blank, all of the sensations overwhelming you. Your eyes roll in your head and you idly wonder how much pain and how much pleasure your body could handle until it snaps. 

Ettore can feel your orgasm approach as your walls start to spasm around him. 

“Little slut, gonna cum all over my cock, aren’t you?” he growls, increasing his tempo. 

You have the wherewithal to get out one request before it’s too late. You try to speak in between his brutal thrusts. “Please…Ettore,” you pant. “When you cum, pull out.” All of the women who had gotten pregnant through Dibs’ sick experiment ended up dying. You didn’t want that fate just yet.

He doesn’t respond, continuing his pace and your breathing becomes harsh as you approach the precipice of your orgasm. The coil snaps and your release rips through you, obliterating everything else, your vision goes white. You cry out his name as he continues to fuck you through your high. 

“Fuckin’ shit,” he grunts as he feels your cunt clench down on him. Your orgasm is still rolling through you but he can’t hold back any longer, he pulls out and paints your ass with his spend. 

He finally lets your hair go and you collapse onto the floor and he falls next to you. You both pant and breath harshly for a few minutes, not saying anything. As you come down from your high from your intense orgasm, reality sets in: part of you feels satisfied for the first time in a long while, the other part of you feels like you can’t believe you just let that happen to you. You wanted it but you didn’t want it; you didn’t know how to feel. You feel relief that he at least listened and pulled out. 

Finally, he sits up and starts looking for his clothes. You take one last deep breath and are about to do the same when you unexpectedly feel him clean his spend off of you with his shirt, making you jump a little. He’s a little rough with the wiping but the gesture is almost nice for Ettore. He throws your shirt and pants over to you and you both get dressed in silence. 

He helps you up off the floor and lifts your chin with his finger.

“Don’t tell anyone about this,” he warns, looking deep into your eyes. You nod in acquiescence, there is no way you’d ever tell anyone, but you give him the reassurance that he needs.

A smug smile plays on his lips. “So compliant now, I see. I told you I would fuck the brat outta you.” You scowl and try to pull away from him but he’s trapped your chin between his thumb and forefinger. He leans in closer and you think he’s about to kiss you, but he doesn’t. 

“You’re mine now, mine to use whenever I want, my own little slut, you fuckin’ belong to me. Don’t forget it,” he squeezes your chin and gives you one last dark glare before opening the door and exiting the storage room, leaving you stunned. 

You watch him go and feel a little paralyzed. You feel as though you just opened Pandora’s box. 

What monster have you just unleashed?

>>> Part 2

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[gremlinmodetweeker]

Happy Tails AU pt 2

Oh yeah this story keeps going. No trigger warnings for this part, just König accidentally being a dick. He's not intentionally doing it, but it's just kinda how he comes across. Don't worry, he won't be awful for too long (I hope).

This is just more establishing. König will meet YN/OC, and he'll enjoy his snacks.

Also, I need a name for pet cafe owner YN. Do you guys have any suggestions? Like, Lamb or Bunny? I was kinda leaning on Bunny.

Story under the cut

The address he pulled up at was a small little cafe. He parked behind the building and walked around, gingerly testing the door only to find it give way with the jingling of a bell.

König walks in like a wraith, his shadow being the only warning of his presence slowly filling up the front end of the cafe. There was a low dinn in the building, humming carefully from deep within the cafe. Said cafe was divided in two with a glass wall, where a frosted door sat squarely in the middle beside a hand sanitizer dispenser. The front counter was strangely empty, much to his disappointment. The only reason he came here was because he wanted snacks. When he next saw Dr. Reed, he'd be sure to have some words with him.

Just as König turned to leave, the door opened and you slipped through the crack before shutting it tight behind you.

"Hey! You're here for the therapy group, right?" you asked and then looked at the man in front of you, your smile dimming ever so slightly as you did so.

König blinked. All the words in all his languages evaporated on his tongue.

You couldn't help but stare back at him. This man was big. You'd never seen someone like this before. Most of the soldiers here were pretty powerful and stocky looking people, but this guy was in a class all on his own. His blank eyes stared back at you through the holes in his executioner's hood.

It was clear as day what he was here for, but it took you a minute to stop staring at him and actually invite him in.

You took a step to the side and gestured towards the hand sanitizer, "Before you go in, we ask that you clean your hands. We don't want you or any of our animals to get sick!"

König nodded and stumbled forward to clumsily slap his hands together as he cleaned his hands. He ducked beneath the door frame and silently slid into the next room, with you following behind and shutting the door quietly.

Every other soldier had been greeted with a wave and a smile, but you noticed that not a single person acknowledged this man. Instead, the couple of people he passed by tensed up slightly until he passed to the centre of the room, where he finally got a chance to look around the warm room.

A row of hamster cages lined the right side of the room. Beneath them, there were three rabbit hutches that led into three separate pens. On his left, there were some pens of guinea pigs wheeking and scurrying about as they chewed on hay and scraps of lettuce. Above the pens, a few wire cages held some small fluffy animals that he would later learn were called chinchillas. In the back corner, in a nearly unoccupied pen, there were some small long animals that looked rather cute. What drew his eyes, however, were not the cute little animals.

There, dressed in a plain white tablecloth, was a folding table brimming with sandwiches and pastries. He ignored the coffee and tea in favour of loading a plate as high as he felt socially acceptable (really, he was about two sandwiches, a croissant, and a doughnut above the limit, and that was just on his first plate). He bit down into a sandwich. It wasn't anything special, but it was heaven compared to the meals on base.

Finally, plates in hand, he turned back to you and stared down at your form.

"You. Where is the group?" he barked sharply.

You were a bit taken aback by his tone, but you managed to recover and pointed around the room. You barely took in the fact that he had a German accent.

"There's a worker in the rabbit pen, and one in the guinea pig pen, and there's a third in the other pen," you said and pointed at each pen accordingly.

König was silent and unmoving. You were really starting to regret renting out your cafe when he finally spat out, "What is the 'other' pen?"

You shrugged, "Other. We don't have any chinchillas out, but we have a bunch of ferrets."

"What is a 'ferret'?" König squinted at you menacingly.

"Um, let me show you," you said, and led him to the pen in the back of the room.

[moonlight-prose]

WADE'S WORLD

LET'S DISCUSS

a/n: *hands the mic to wade* take it away dipshit. divider by the beautiful @saradika-graphics.

The squeak of the leather couch is what makes him smile.

"No don't write that."

Audible backspacing.

"Hello thots and whores (respectfully). It's your old pal Wade W. Wilson here to remind you: always wrap it before you tap it. Seriously the amount of condomless dicks on this website is ridiculous. And that's coming from a man who can only get it on to the sounds of chinchillas-"

*insert information you probably don't need to fucking know here.*

"Right. Off topic."

He shifts with another squeak, his hands clasped in his lap like a nerd on the first day of orientation-

"Now that's just rude."

His suit is leather, the couch is leather, and both don't make for a combination of fun. In all honesty this a waste of time, but he insisted on having a voice.

"I'm the one speaking here thank you. And not a combination of fun? Tell that to Hugh Jackman in Van Helsing. That movie is a leather pandemonium. I'm surprised he didn't get chafing on his penis."

He sighs...dreamily.

"But who can deny a long haired werewolf when he barks for you? I sure can't. And neither could Kate Beckinsale-"

Middle finger. Middle finger. Middle finger. Middle fing-

"RIGHT! Back to our regularly scheduled program of moans and groans. As you all have probably seen on that lovely little masterlist created by..."

He squints at the screen.

"The bitch who just wants to get this over with. I'm here to be your guiding light. Your candle in the window on a cold dark winter's night, as REO Speedwagon put it best. Because I certainly can't fight this feeling anymore."

"And you're probably wondering: but this is supposed to be a Logan fic. Where's all the smut? This writer sure likes to take her sweet ass time in updating. No worries. You have me to fill that empty void between your ribs and legs as Logan works up the nerve to finally stick it in."

In whispered hushed tones, he creeps closer. "He's shy."

"And that little magic button down below is the spot even Wolverine himself can't find. That's right my padawans the cli-"

Goes to shut down computer.

"No wait! Sorry I'll be good."

Another squeak echoes as he lays down as if he's Rose ready to be drawn like a French girl.

"Yeah that's good. That'll reel 'em in."

"So click that button and talk to me about our favorite two hundred year old man and the love life he's currently trying to find. Julia Roberts in Eat Pray Love has nothing on him, I can tell you that. I'll be here...waiting...and watching this shitshow of a fic go down like I do on a Saturday night."

"See you there."

♡THE CLIT♡

[princess-of-the-corner]

Miraculous Sonic

(Listen, I have had a DAY, so I’m going to relate a discussion I had with my 4-year-old Nephew about this, cause honestly, It’s pretty funny)

premise: What animals would the Miraculous Ladybug characters be, if they got dropped into the Sonic World?

First, my nephew had to make me understand that just because a character had a certain miraculous, it didn’t mean they were that animal in Sonic. Because Sonic is a Hedgehog, but he would ABSOLUTELY have either the Monkey or the Black Cat, you see. The reasoning is OBVIOUS, apparently, because he did not feel the need to explain.

(Again, keep in mind - my nephew is 4)

so

Marinette - a mouse. Nephew’s argument was that she reminded him of the mice in Disney’s Cinderella (animated). This is his favourite movie. 

Sabine & Tom - Sabine is also a mouse, but Tom is a rat, apparently. Because they are bigger, you see.

Adrien - this was very divided. He’s either a golden retriever, or a cat. Specifically, nephew’s best friend’s cat, Caramel (basically a blonde tabby, with gray-green eyes, and a few brown spots), only with “an actual tail” (Caramel’s tail had to be half-docked at some point). He also argued that, if he’s a cat, Adrien should be declawed, because Gabriel wouldn’t let him keep his claws (Jesus, kid). If he’s a dog, nephew said Gabriel would put him in a fancy prong-collar, or possibly a shock one (JESUS, KID).

Emilie & Gabriel - Emilie is a dog, a very fancy, sleek golden retriever/poodle mix. Gabe is apparently a Sphinx cat. I pointed out they wouldn’t be able to have a kid together. He argued that since Adrien is a Senti, this did not matter.

Amelie & Felix - Amelie is the same as Emilie, because they are twins, but Felix is apparently a grey cat.

Nathalie - a German Shepard. He refused to elaborate.

Alya - Alya is apparently an African Grey Parrot. Because she wants to be a reporter, so she “parrots” things she sees and hears (he didn’t know the exact pun, but that was the gist).

Nino - Gecko. Species unspecified, but he showed me a picture of a brown-striped gecko with tiny headphones, so I assume that’s where that came from.

Alix - “you know the snakes with legs? The speedy one! She’s that!” He refers to several lizards as “snakes with legs”, but based on context, I assume he means the basilisk lizard, which is very fast and can run on water. He occasionally calls it “Scaly Jesus”, cause that’s what his uncle calls them, to the disapproval of the grandparents, and the laughter of the rest of us.

Kim - Kim is a tiger, because they like swimming. But a smaller tiger.

Rose - He kept saying she was the “real bouncy hamster” I think he meant Chinchilla? This one was less clear, but I THINK Chinchilla was what he was talking about? It might also have been gerbil, but he doesn’t like gerbils, so I think Chinchilla is a safe bet.

Max - Raven, because ravens and crows are smart.

Juleka & Luka - wolves, or wolf-dogs. Cause they howl, “and that’s BASICALLY singing.”

Mylene - This one was a bird. Not sure, again, but I THINK he meant a bird of paradise? Love bird? “One of the small, rainbow ones. With ‘tenna.”

Ivan - a bear. He also felt no reason to explain this one.

Nathaniel - monkey. One with a “Looooooooooooong tail” apparently. He once saw a small monkey with orange fur, and he loves that one in particular.

Marc - a raccoon. Because they have thumbs (???).

Chloé - a hummingbird. Specifically, the bumblebee hummingbird, because they are his favourite. (“It would fit in my mouth! But I don’t one in my mouth! But it could fit!”)

Sabrina - otter, because that’s his Auntie Sabrina’s favourite animal, so that means ML!Sabrina is an otter.

Lila - ferret/weasel, they are interchangeable to him. 

Anarka - also a wolf. He spent a while drawing what I’m fairly certain was a wolf with a pirate’s hat.

Jagged Stone - is a crocodile, because he has Fang. I asked what that would make Fang, in this universe. Fang is apparently, to quote, “the safety guy. And they have kisses”, so Sonic version of Fang is apparently Jagged’s bodyguard/boyfriend?

André - a very big toad. Nephew said all his political rivals would be flies (o…k?).

Audrey - praying mantis, cause they scare him.

Fu - a tortoise, cause he’s been alive FOREVER.

-

These are absolutely perfect and I love them.

[melabea]

Chinchilla Kin

[pt: Chinchilla Kin /end pt]

[id: a rectangular flag with 7 horizontal lines. sizes in this order from top to bottom: thick, medium, thick, medium, thick, medium, thick. colors in this order from top to bottom: grey, yellow-grey, light grey, white, light grey, yellow-grey, grey. in the center of the flag is a white circle outlined with grey. in the circle is a grey symbol. the symbol is the kin symbol, a 7-pointed star made of lines. /end id]

[id: a rectangular flag with 7 horizontal lines. sizes in this order from top to bottom: thick, medium, thick, medium, thick, medium, thick. colors in this order from top to bottom: grey, yellow-grey, light grey, white, light grey, yellow-grey, grey. in the center of the flag is a white circle outlined with grey. in the circle is a grey symbol. the symbol is the transspecies symbol, a ring, a four-pointed star styled akin to a paper star, and a smaller four-pointed star inside of it. /end id]

Chinchilla Kin & Transspecies Flags

etymology; chinchilla, kin/transspecies

for anon!

tagging; @radiomogai, @thecoffeecrew404

[id: a green ivy plant wavy line divider. end id]

[y00h00]

Happy Hippy Mixtape 2024

Holy shit, y'all. It's been a full 20 years since I started making these year-end mixtapes. Two whole decades of building strings of musical gems: the songs that made me happiest, that moved me to dance, that made each day a little better than the one before.

I'm not gonna lie; this has been a really difficult year, but there was also so much good music in it. There's a metaphor in there somewhere. Something something creativity in the face of despair. Isn't that how we fight the darkness, ultimately? By creating, sharing, listening, curating, sending?

Download/Stream

Listen to Happy Hippy 2024 on Spotify (29/30 tracks)

Listen to Happy Hippy 2024 on YouTube (30/30 tracks)

Download the entire Happy Hippy 2024 MP3 mix in ZIP or MP3 format

Track List:

Death & Romance / Magdalena Bay

Good Luck, Babe! / Chappell Roan

Down Bad / TATYANA

Perfume / The Dare

Crazy / Doechii

Give in to you / REZZ x Virtual Riot feat. One True God

Paralyzed (feat. Attack Attack!) / Conquer Divide

new way out / Poppy

God / Jake Daniels

Smoke / Caroline Polachek

The Seed (feat. Anna Lapwood) [Live from the Royal Albert Hall] / AURORA

MOTHER ATE / Jane Bell

Don't Forget To Breathe / Associanu

Lioness / Swedish House Mafia

Guess / Charli XCX featuring billie eilish

it boy / bbno$

FLATLINE / Frost Children

Cowboys Are Frequently Secretly Fond Of Each Other / Orville Peck & Willie Nelson

I Guess Time Just Makes Fools of Us All / Father John Misty

Chalk Outlines / Ren & CHINCHILLA

Frog and the Volcano / Frog Pocket

Forever Held / Jon Hopkins & Ólafur Arnalds

Helvegen / Kalandra

The End of Suffering / Gary Remal Malkin

Your Song / NCT & Genetics

Riviera (ft. Makoto) / Keeno

Tales Of Summer / Crash Comet

Intro / M83

CHANNEL FLIPPING / Zeds Dead

Bunch Of Draclias (And They're All Playing Flute) (feat. Mike Betz) / Tom Cardy

As always, special thanks goes to Fluxblog and CPI for continuing their dedication to the art of the MP3 blog. I found most of these tracks through them.

This year's companion dance music mixtape, Dancey Hippy 2024, is available here: https://y00h00.tumblr.com/post/770316381330735104/dancey-hippy-mixtape-2024

You can browse all my mixes on Tumblr here: http://y00h00.tumblr.com/tagged/mixtape

The complete Happy/Dancey Hippy mixtape archive going back to 2004 is available for download here: https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1E2ZbJOv28bw1AYYjuu_FzcpIk8dPVgWj?usp=sharing

[cajon-desastre]

Chinchilla de Monte-Aragón

Yesterday we went on an excursion and we went to Chinchilla de Monte-Aragón, which contains a medieval layout and has been declared a Historic-Artistic Site. It belongs to the province of Albacete within the community of Castilla - La Mancha.

The highlight is the castle-fortress that dominates the landscape from the hill of San Blas. Due to its strategic position, the castle had Iberian, Roman and also Arab bases. The current building dates from the 15th century and remains, after numerous reforms, as it is currently seen, although access to its interior is prohibited.

Of special interest are the caves at the foot of the wall framed by white chimneys that divide the outer space while the interior is carved out of the rock. Cool houses to combat the extreme temperatures of the La Mancha plain and which, currently, are still mostly inhabited and are second homes for their owners.

The next stop was in Alcaraz, also with a main square that stands out for the two adjoining Renaissance towers, the church tower and the Tardón tower, and the number of slopes and stairs to go up and down (in case I didn't have enough when I went to Cinque Terre lol).

[ratsandfashion]

Ok just had a long nap and an absolutely epic saga of a dream. My family and I were ostensibly on vacation (living in?) India. I say “ostensibly” because I doubt my dream setting bore any actual resemblance to anywhere in India. It wasn’t like, stereotypical or anything, just. . .nothing recognizable as India either? I’d say if anything, my brain pulled more from American/English countrysides and forests. But anyway, we were Not Home, though we’d brought the chinchillas with us. First sign this was a dream, the chinchillas DO NOT travel.

Some mundane drama happened first, like my mother selling some of my favorite clothes to a consignment shop without my knowledge or permission, for no good reason, and our resultant conflict about that which lead to me going on a Jurassic Park ride when I was supposed to be home. Jurassic Park theme park rides feature a lot in my dreams.

Nothing bad happened there. No dinosaurs. No, what ended up happening was a ZOMBIE OUTBREAK. This lead to my entire family (mom, dad, sister, me) piling into a large vehicle with all the supplies we could take, all slights forgiven, and my dad driving us out of there on the long journey to get out of the country. The chinchillas were left behind in the chaos and I was very sad.

Second sign this was a dream, neither I or my dad would leave a pet behind.

Because we were in a more rural area, the zombies we dealt with tended to be animals. On the plus side, since the zombies in my dream retained the intelligence they had in life, this meant that we only had to deal with the intellects of mostly cattle and the like. On the negative side, cattle can do a lot more damage to a vehicle when they’re hellbent on busting it open to eat you. A couple of windows closed on tongues resulted in severing of said tongues, and it turned out that the best repellent for these creatures was their own saliva and flesh, so we used the tongues to smear around any vulnerable places/openings in the vehicle, so if they got a mouth in there they’d be immediately repelled. We also drove off a couple that got their faces in by shoving said tongues into their mouths, immediately repelling them so much they drew back, and we were able to drive away.

The one time we were accosted by the living, it was completely innocent, it was another car that caught up with ours and just wanted to ask for supplies. My dad wouldn’t let me give them our cookies but I was allowed to give them a container of this protein-rich food.

Sign three this was a dream: It would be the other way around. I certainly value cookies more, but my dad would definitely give them those before the logically more nutritionally valuable stuff.

There was a lot of adventures along the way, but the three I most primarily remember are this:

Zombie Catwoman trying to get through our windshield, and my negotiating with a zombie squirrel, which had belonged to Squirrel Girl and thus could talk, about taking her out if I let him out of the special container we had him in in our car for just such an emergency. He was true to his word.

We passed a sort of. . . .huge statue/house shaped like a gnome or troll or something, and it was on wheels. Living inside it were children. They were all apparently human and of various ages. They had an exceptional amount of food supplies, like HUGE bricks of cheese and butter and stuff, and one of the older girls was explaining how rationing was going to work, how they were going to divide sleep shifts among the older kids so there was always someone able to look after the little ones, how to store the food, etc. During her speech, one of the little ones started biting her arm. The girl continued to calmly explain everything, and once she was done, she threw herself off the “house” taking the little zombie one with her. A crunch was heard under the back wheels.

We had seen a HUGE DINOSAUR in the distance, a massive sauropod the likes of which never existed in real life, with multiple homes built on its back, taking them to safety in the same direction we were going. It descended into a valley. Next time we saw it, it was a zombie. It tried to bit our car and honestly I don’t remember what we did.

As we were making it out of India and into….South Africa, inexplicably, which is definitely another sign this was a dream. . .we passed a car driven by a co-worker of mine, and one of her passengers was my chinchilla Pashmina, alive and well! We couldn’t stop to get her, but I knew she was fine at least, and even though I didn’t see Cashmere, I knew she was as well.

To finally cross the border, we had to go over a moveable bridge, basically one of those roads that is also a bridge that can be lowered up and down? And we somehow ended up driving over an airplane wing on the way. Badass!

[jackredfieldwasmyjacob]

so. you know that i study the ancient world. at some point i thought the question 'what if spain was divided into city-states', and thus this map was born lol

i'll now proceed to talk about every ancient greece-like area (cause not all of them are city states), but first, some preambles

the base map is supposed to show the comarcas, but it was divided into very weird areas, and i wasn't able to see what it corresponded to. that's why you might see some weird divisions here and there.

i tried to divide them into areas of 1 million inhabitants. sometimes this wasn't possible, either because there were cities / metro areas of more than that, or because i had isolated that territory creating others and i had no choice but to make it its own.

this map didn't show the canary islands :(

i know some groupings are a bit weird, i didn't plan this out and just did it on the go so yeah

i know it doesn't make sense to compare modern populations and settings with an ancient greek administrative model but this is just for fun <3

i also added different government systems. i did them randomly for fun, so don't think much about them ksdks, i just wanted to showcase the variety of different government systems in ancient greece

okay, let's go (under the cut)

madrid: the most populated city-state, it is an autochratic monarchy

toledo: it is a democratic city-state

alcarria: it is a kingdom formed by three main tribes, the guadalajarians, the henarians, and the cuencians. the capital is in cuenca.

la mancha: it is a league formed by the city-states of albacete, hellín, villarrobledo, almansa, la roda, chinchilla, ciudad real, puertollano, tomelloso, alcázar de san juan, valdepeñas, and manzanares. the capital is ciudad real.

morena-cazorla: it is a kingdom formed by two main tribes, the morenians and cazorla-segurians, each one with one king and one capital; respectively jaén and córdoba.

guadalhorcia: it is a federation under the leadership of the city-state of antequera. the other city-states are vélez, alhaurín, ronda, cártama, nerja, tórrox, and álora. they are all oligarchies.

málaga: it is an aristocratic oligarchic city-state.

sevilla: it is a democratic city-state.

tartessia: it is an ethnic kingdom (ethnos). the capital is almonte.

cádiz: it is a tyranic autochratic city-state (ruled by a tyrant).

[i just realised i have two 11s... oops. let's pretend the northern 11 is number 12 okay?]

11. huelva: it is a democratic city-state.

12. caceressia: it is an ethnic kingdom. the capital is mérida.

13. nasridia: it is a kingdom divided into the tribes of the granadians, alpujarrians, bazians, huescarians, guadixians, and alhamians. the capital is granada.

14. indalia: it is a federation under the leadership of the city-state of almería. the other city-states are roquetas, el ejido, nerja, vera, huércal-overa, purchena, vélez, lorca, caravaca, and totana.

15. cartagena: it is a democratic city-state.

16. murcia: it is an ethnic kingdom. the capital is murcia.

17. alacant: it is a tyranic autochratic city-state.

18. jucaria: it is a kingdom divided into the tribes of the utielians, bunyolians, albaidans, and jucarians. the capital is gandia.

19. valencia: it is a tyranic autochratic city-state.

20. west iberia: it is a league formed by the city-states of alcora, albocasser, cirat, segorbe, vinaros, castelló, borriana, morella, andorra, alcañiz, híjar, teruel, utrillas, mora de rubielos, calamocha, cantavieja, valderrobres, albarracín, illueca, calatayud, daroca, la almunia, cariñena, belchite, quinto, and caspe. its capital is teruel.

21. aragón: it is a league formed by the city-states of zaragoza, borja, ejea, utebo, tarazona, alagón, samianigo, fraga, monzón, uesca, xaca, tamarit, sariñena, graus, boltanya, and barbastro. its capital is zaragoza.

22. east iberia: it is an ethnic kingdom. the capital is lleida.

23. barcelona: it is a tyranic autochratic city-state.

24. llobregat: it is a democratic city-state (technically it is sant feliù de llobregat, but i wanted it to encompass other cities like cornellá or sant boi).

25. mataró: it is a democratic city-state.

26. girona: it is a monarchic autocratic city-state.

27. balearia: it is a league formed by the city-states of palma, sóller, inca, petra, llucmajor, manacor, ciutadella, maó, eivissa, and formentera. the capital is palma.

28. coruña: it is an oligarchic autocratic city-state.

29. galicia: it is an ethnic kingdom. the capital is vigo.

30. west leonia: it is an ethnic kingdom. the capital is astorga.

31. oviedo: it is a democratic city-state.

32. east leonia: it is an ethnic kingdom. the capital is león.

33. castilla: it is a league formed by the city-states of santander, torrelavega, castro-urdiales, miranda, aranda, burgos, briviesca, medina de pomar, valle de mena, lerma, roa, haro, logroño, calahorra, and arnedo. the capital is burgos.

34. bizkaia: it is a federation under the leadership of the city-state of bilbo. the other city-states are durango, ondarroa, gernika, sopela, balmaseda, and igorre. they're all democracies.

35. gasteiz: it is a democratic city-state.

36. nafarroa: it is a league formed by the city-states of iruña, tudela, lizarra, erriberri, and zangoza. the capital is iruña.

37. transdueria: it is a federation under the leadership of the city-state of salamanca. the other city-states are almazán, soria, burgo de osma, ólvega, ágreda, segovia, el espinar, cuéllar, palazuelos, san ildefonso, ávila, arévalo, arenas de san pedro, las navas del marqués, candeleda, santa marta, béjar, ciudad rodrigo, and villamayor. they're all monarchies.

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Andes

Mountain range in South America

The Andes, running along South America's western side, is among the world's longest mountain ranges. Its varied terrain encompasses glaciers, volcanoes, grassland, desert, lakes and forest. The mountains shelter pre-Columbian archaeological sites and wildlife including chinchillas and condors. From Venezuela in the north, the range passes through Colombia, Ecuador, Peru, Bolivia, Argentina and Chile. 

Highest point: Aconcagua

Elevation: 6,961 m

Countries: Peru, Chile, Argentina, Colombia, Ecuador, Bolivia, Venezuela

What Makes The Peruvian Andes So Special?

Chinchero, Peru (Mr Gregson ©)

Peru is synonymous with the Andes mountains. Dividing the country from north to south, this vast chain of snow-capped peaks and diverse landscapes moulds the country’s geography, culture, history and people. It is the highest mountain range outside Asia and the longest continental mountain range in the world. Keep reading to find out what makes the Andes such a special place to visit on a holiday to Peru.

The Scenery

This stunning South American mountain range extends through seven countries, from Venezuela to the southern tip of the continent. Rising from the arid deserts of the coast to over 20,000 feet in the sierra, the highlands separate a narrow coastal area from the rest of the continent. Peru makes up the Central Andes, a region which can be explored on hikes to Machu Picchu, excursions to the Sacred Valley and boat trips on Lake Titicaca. Spreading from Pisac to Ollantaytambo, the Sacred Valley was very important to the Incas, as many of their most sacred sites were located near the river. This area is recognised for its traditional agriculture, indigenous markets and ancient Inca ruins. The classic four-day Inca Trail to Machu Picchu starts just beyond this region, and winds its way through spectacular mountain passes to the famous Inca citadel. Forming the border with Bolivia to the south, Lake Titicaca is famous for being the world's highest navigable lake, at over 3,800m above sea level. Taking a boat ride on this enormous body of water rewards you with splendid views of the snow-capped Cordillera Real.

The People

Peru is as diverse as it is beautiful and like many destinations, the people you meet are as much a part of the experience as the sights. The highlands comprise about a quarter of Peru's territory, but are home to about half of the country’s population. Across the Peruvian Andes, the Quechua people are one of the most dominant indigenous groups, although there is a group of Aymara-speaking Indians who live in the south around Lake Titicaca and in Bolivia. A significant proportion of shepherds and farmers live above 10,000 feet, and the high-altitude has led them to develop agriculture, technology and social systems to adapt to the unique conditions in which they live. As well as scarce oxygen, the people of the Andes also have cold temperatures and intense UV radiation to contend with. An interesting article about how they have adapted can be found here.

The Food

The people of the Andes practice subsistence farming, often cultivating corn, quinoa and the myriad varieties of potato that Peru is known for. Thanks to their viability to grow in the harsh highland conditions, there are over 4000 native varieties of potato, and they form an integral part of local tradition, often being traded between communities rather than sold in local markets. Some highlanders have genetic adaptations that help them digest starch, which is thought to be linked to thousands of years of potato farming. Maize is also a very popular staple, and the corn is often dried and stored until it is needed. During Inca times, water was mixed with corn and fermented to create maize beer, known as chicha, which is a popular drink throughout the country.  Coca leaves are chewed or added to boiling water to create mate de coca, a traditional drink which allegedly helps with stomach upsets and altitude sickness.

The Culture

Like in much of the Andean regions of South America, Peru has a strong traditional culture that continues to pervade in cities, towns and mountain communities. The diversity of people and ethnicities has led to a unique and vibrant culture which reflects their beliefs and social structures, shown through textiles, ceramics, architecture, music and dance. Inti Raymi (the Festival of the Sun) is held each June in Cusco and is entirely based upon Inca ceremonies, although today’s celebrations are far less gruesome than during Inca times, when llamas were sacrificed and mummies were brought from nearby temples. Peruvians are increasingly proud of their cultural wealth, and fully recognise the value of the Andes in terms of resources and ancient traditions.

The Wildlife

The Peruvian Andes are home to an exceptional variety of flora and fauna that can’t be found anywhere else. With a wingspan of up to 10.5 feet, the Andean condor is one of the largest flying birds in the world, and seeing them gliding on air currents in windy areas is a sight to behold. Llamas and alpacas are of course synonymous with Peru and have formed an important part of local culture and folklore for thousands of years, serving their communities as pack animals to transport goods across the mountains, unlike their less domesticated relatives, vicuñas, valued highly for their wool. The Inca Trail to Machu Picchu abounds with natural beauty, with hundreds of species of orchid, multicoloured hummingbirds and indigenous plants. Roaming areas above 4,000 metres, the Andean spectacled bear is the only one of its kind in South America, and a rare sighting.

A trip to Peru is undoubtedly one of the best ways to understand the intricacies of life in this part of the world.

You can explore the Peruvian Andes on all of our holidays to Peru.

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What Makes The Peruvian Andes So Special? (llamatravel.com)

“ Peruvian Andes “ // Chance Allred

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Panthera Tigris

With all the apex predators, only one is a sniper, the hardest to track, is known as the tiger. While others work in a group, he’s a divider, solo on its hunts, a real nightrider. Bigger than a lion, more cunning than a gorilla, orange and black are its colors, or it comes in vanilla. The real king of the jungle, not that chinchilla, lions rule the plains, not the tree’s umbrella. Society always…

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Kids in bus decided its more stable and comfortable to ride squatting than standing and are currently sleeping in that position, perched on the floor beside me. They look like some creatures. Squirrels maybe. Mice. They keep their balance by holding onto the metal dividers like some kind of chinchilla. I don't know them but have very soft feelings for them right now