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[yuzu-all-the-way]

ELLE X Yuzuru Hanyu

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Happy ten year anniversary to Carmilla: The Series. It feels like I just blinked when I saw the trailer a decade ago, and I decided to celebrate by linking the entirety of season one here!

[polishmodels]

Karolina Gorzala - editorial ELLE Lithuania, June 2024

Photographer: JP DeSmedt

source: unikomodels.com

[byullielle]

NO CAUSE THIS IS SO PRECIOUS TO ME. LiSA has always been an essential part of my playlist even before Stray Kids. Them getting to work together is literally a dream, my inner child is healing.

[ridell-crimea]

am I going insane or did they name the engage dlc dragons after pronouns

[wartoposluchac]

Best Of 2023 - Albumy

50/Vince Clarke – Songs of silence (P.I.A.S.)49/Classix Nouveaux – Battle cry (Cherry Red Rec. / Sonic Records)48/First Aid Kid – Palomino (Sony Music)47/Gorillaz – Cracker Island (Warner Music)46/James Blake – Playing robot sinto heaven (Universal Music)45/Taylor Swift – Speak now (Universal Music)44/Blur – The Ballad of darren (Warner Music)43/Inhaler – Cuts & Bruises (Universal Music)42/P!NK –…

[on-a-lucky-tide]

i can't. i can't hold it in. i need nikprice and price having a voice kink. *goes insane*

This one grabbed me by the throat immediately, Anon. Wow.

Price gets horny on leave, but he's exclusive now.

cw: voice kink, masturbation.

Price stared at the flashing cursor in the search bar and knew he would find nothing online that would sate him. That's what happened when you went exclusive with someone that could make you multi-orgasmic at the age of thirty-seven. Nothing else even compared.

Exclusive meant no Grindr either. Not that the vapid twinks that used to message him regularly, all with the exact same body composition, fashionable haircuts and smouldering looks, ever appealed. Price growled in frustration, slumping back against his pillows as he slammed the laptop's lid closed and threw it onto the bedside table.

His cock strained against his pyjamas, creating a damp spot in the soft cotton, and he reached beneath his waistband to release it. A quick wank wouldn't scratch the itch, he needed something, some stimulus, some connection. He gripped the base and waggled it around, slapping it back against his belly as he puffed his cheeks out, weighing his options.

If he wasn't on leave with nothing but the gym in which expend his energy, this wouldn't be a problem. His libido only seemed to rouse its head when he had time to spare, or when one particular man was nearby.

One thing for it.

He grabbed his phone and pulled up the number at the very top of his messages.

JP (20:38): you free to talk?

Nik (20:39): ...

Nik (20:40): yes

Only once Price was dialling up did he realise he had no idea what to do when Nik actually answered. He didn't have long to think up a plan, because the international dial tone ended and a familiar voice vibrated through the headset.

"Prevyetik, John," came Nik's greeting. He sounded sleepy, his deep voice even lower than usual. Price's cock twitched against his belly, interested.

"Evening, or... where are you? Were you sleepin'?"

"I am in Thailand," Nik said, and Price heard him groan softly as he moved, perhaps sitting up in bed.

Price ran the numbers and winced. "Bloody 'ell, it's half three, Nik. I'm... look, uh, go back to sleep, I... uh..."

"It is fine, I was struggling to sleep anyway. How is leave?"

"Boring," Price said, a smile tugging his lips up. He settled down in the pillows and fiddled with a loose strand in his bedsheets. "Nought to do but throw around weights and watch daytime telly. 'Spose ya can't tell me what yer up t' in Thailand."

"Nyet, John," Nik said fondly, and it made warmth spread through Price's chest, like Nik's hand was there. Price placed his palm over his heart and trailed it down, following the path of that fuzzy feeling right to his belly. Nik was listening to him intently in the silence, but finally prompted for more. "Is there something wrong?"

Price grit his teeth and breathed out a sigh through his nose. It was nice to hear him. His voice. It was like they were in bed together if John closed his eyes. "Nik, I am... harder than granite right now and, uh... I..."

"Ahh, this is a, what to say, a booty call."

"Oh, fu--yeah, 'spose it is."

Nik chuckled and it made Price squirm, his lower lip rolling between his teeth. When Nik spoke again, his voice was somehow even lower, smoother than the expensive whiskey they had drunk together the last time Nik had been in Hereford. "Perhaps we need to purchase you some toys to keep you occupied when I am not there."

"Toys? You mean like," Price cleared his throat and lowered his voice as if his neighbours might be listening to his dirty talk through the paper thin walls of his flat, "a dildo."

"Da. But there are other things... Are you blushing, John?" Nik was teasing him now.

"No..." John said, who was very much blushing and very, very fuckin' hard. He encircled the base of his cock again and gave it a cursory tug. "Can ya imagine their faces if I rocked up on base with an Ann Summer's bag? Behave."

"Ann Summers is a little... tame for what I was thinking."

"Oh yeah? Ya gonna fix me some bullets and a vibrator on our next op, Nikolai?"

"Hmm, perhaps one that is the shape of my cock for you. And then when you ring me next, I can talk to you as you use it, and it will be almost like I am there."

John gripped his prick a little firmer, stroking slowly from base to tip, his hips rocking up into his hand. Nik was practically growling down the line; the sound spread from Price's mind to the rest of his body like physical touch, curling around his spine as if Nik's palm was there to caress him, to press him down into the sheets. "Huh..."

"Are you touching yourself, solnyshko?"

"Yeah, Nik. Keep talkin'..." Price rasped, his eyes flickering closed as he sank lower into his pillows.

"What would you like to talk about?"

"I dunno, Nik, read the bloody hotel menu for all I care, just... I... I need to hear you. Your... mm, your voice."

Nik took a deep breath, a rumbling sigh. "Ya postoyanno dimayu o tebye," Nik purred, silky and smooth. Price bit harder into his lip, pushing his heels into the bed to lift his hips in small, tight thrusts. "Ty mne snish'sya kazshduyu noch."

"Oh, fu--" Price's toes curled as he swiped his thumb through his slit, collecting the welling precum as his entire body flushed with heat. His palm made slick, sloppy noises as it worked up and down his shaft, and he tried to imagine it was Nik's big paw as he whispered filth and love in his ear.

Price's Russian was getting better, but his mind couldn't parse the words, just the sound of Nik's deep bass, how his body was conditioned by it, associating it with pleasure and comfort so intensely that Nik could pull his strings from the other side of the planet.

"Ya polyubíla tebya.. s pyervogo vzglyada..."

Price propped the phone between his shoulder and ear and licked his fingers, dropping them to his chest to pinch one of his nipples. If Nik were here, that's where his mouth would be, his hands gliding down the length of Price's body, so broad that even Price's six foot two, well built frame sat comfortably in his grasp. Price would arch into his mouth, Nik's palms against his lower back as he kissed down, down..

"Nik..." Price panted, fisting himself roughly, his knees lifting, tilting out. He pushed his head back, sweat beading at his hairline.

"Oh, John, I think... you must look so beautiful now," Nik said, breathless. "When I see you next, I will... show you all this, I will... make up for all the times I have left you wanting. Ty mne nuzshen."

"Mm-mm, ah." Price's stomach clenched, his thighs shaking, as he tried to stroke himself through his climax, his fist slick with the pulses of cum he milked from his twitching prick. It was intense. More intense than the disinterested wanks that had done nothing to quench his thirst earlier in the week. Nik. It was Nik.

"There's my boy," Nik slurred, his deep, sultry rumble thick with pleasure at the sound of Price's climax, no more than squeaks and pants down the phone, but no doubt as clear in Nik's mind as if he were laying in the bed next to him.

Price stared at the ceiling, holding his softening cock, his mouth hanging open. "Nik?"

"Da..."

"Were you--? Did you--?"

"Da, John. You drive me crazy. I am... was pent up."

"You too, huh?" Price laughed, more gasping huffs in the back of his throat. "Two horny old men half way across the world from each other, wanking like teenagers."

"I will... be home soon, milyy."

"Hm. Home," Price said, rolling onto his side to find the tissues underneath his bed. Treated himself to some triple-ply from Morrie's. It was the little things that made leave tolerable, like high quality tissues to wank into rather than M.o.D. tracing paper. But he stopped as the gravity of what Nik had said sank in, and slumped back into the pillows. "Nik..."

"With you. With you, I am home."

Price smiled at the ceiling. "Go to sleep, stay safe tomorrow," he swallowed, his voice wavering as he gathered those words that still felt so unwieldy in his mouth, even though he felt them with every chamber of his heart, "I... love you."

"Ya tebya lyublyu. See you soon." The line went dead and Price chucked his phone onto the bed.

International call, that was a bloody expensive wank. Price smirked, sitting up on his elbows to begin the clean up. Worth it though.

[letzternachtzug]

ANYA TAYLOR-JOY ph. by Zoey Grossman for ELLE, JP January 1, 2024

[yuzu-all-the-way]

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[cirimanga]

Elven festival Imbaelk

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✨Imbaelk of the Aen Elle - one of the most significant festivals of the year, a time of purification and renewal. Preparation for this sacred day begins long before the celebration itself. The day before the festival, elves begin the thorough cleansing of their dwellings - not only physical but magical. Incense and sacred herbs are burned to dispel stagnant energy and darkness. On sacred meadows and in groves, the first fires are lit, symbolizing the coming dawn, while white and silver fabrics flutter in the wind, absorbing the blessed magic of morning. Mages create special crystal lanterns that will accumulate power throughout the night, and young elves weave ritual wreaths from the first spring flowers and evergreen plants.

✨As the sun sets, the main ritual begins - the veneration of "Maeth Bréa" (Lady Bréa), "She Who Brings Light." In the city center or on highlands, the High Priestess and mages light the Great Fire, which must burn until dawn, lighting the Lady's path. Aen Treoir, the Navigators, direct magical flows while ritual dances are performed around the fire. The highest caste of mages and seers, Aen Saevherne, read omens from the flames, stars, and thaw waters.

✨In the night of purifying fire, young elves undergo an important ritual - a procession through fire gates formed by two torch arches. This passage symbolizes transformation, the transition from darkness to light, from old to new. Mages perform purification rituals, sprinkling each other with dew and thaw water, speaking ancient words: "Lagi nigh tearth shed amhras vort, tedd nua caemm te a'seo." (Let water wash away fear and doubt, let the new day accept you.)

✨Those seeking deep spiritual rebirth retreat to the Sacred Grove for meditation and communion with ancestral spirits. On this sacred night, special amulets are exchanged between loved ones, sealing bonds of friendship and kinship with the festival's magic.

✨With the first rays of sun begins the most solemn part of the festival - the ritual of meeting the Lady. Elves gather on hills and by waters to greet the sunrise. At this moment, the High Priestess raises a chalice with magical fire and speaks sacred words: "Solas va vort. Roth yaro caemm a eigean." (Light has returned. The Wheel of the Year moves forward.)

✨The festival concludes with a great feast, which may be held in luxurious halls or under the open sky. The tables are laden with fruits, fresh bread, milk, and honey wines - everything that symbolizes warmth, light, and rebirth. Priests perform the final ritual - leaving portions of the feast at the foot of ancient trees in gratitude to nature spirits. Elves exchange magical scrolls with blessings, and the festival ends with an impressive spectacle - ceremonial duels and demonstrative magical contests, where warriors and mages display their strength and mastery, paying tribute to ancient traditions.

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✨Имбаэлк у народа Aen Elle - один из самых значимых праздников в году, время очищения и обновления. Подготовка к этому священному дню начинается задолго до самого торжества. За день до праздника эльфы приступают к тщательному очищению своих жилищ - не только физическому, но и магическому. Благовония и священные травы сжигаются, чтобы изгнать застоявшуюся энергию и тьму. На священных лугах и в рощах зажигаются первые огни, символизирующие грядущий рассвет, а белые и серебристые ткани развеваются на ветру, впитывая благословенную магию утра. Маги создают особые кристаллы-светильники, которые будут накапливать силу на протяжении всей ночи, а молодые эльфы плетут ритуальные венки из первых весенних цветов и вечнозеленых растений.

✨С заходом солнца начинается главный ритуал - почитание "Maeth Bréa" (Госпожи Брэа), "Той, что несёт свет". В центре города или на возвышенностях Верховная Жрица и маги зажигают Большой Огонь, который должен гореть до самого рассвета, освещая путь Госпоже. Aen Treoir, Навигаторы, направляют магические потоки, пока вокруг огня исполняются ритуальные танцы. Высшая каста магов и провидцев, Aen Saevherne, читают предзнаменования по пламени, звёздам и талым водам.

✨В ночь очистительного огня молодые эльфы проходят важный ритуал - шествие через огненные врата, образованные двумя факельными арками. Этот проход символизирует трансформацию, переход от тьмы к свету, от старого к новому. Маги проводят ритуалы очищения, окропляя друг друга росой и талой водой, произнося древние слова: "Lagi nigh tearth shed amhras vort, tedd nua caemm te a'seo." (Да смоет вода страх и сомнения, да примет тебя новый день.)

✨Те, кто ищет глубокого духовного перерождения, удаляются в Священную Рощу для медитации и общения с духами предков. В эту священную ночь происходит и обмен особыми амулетами между близкими, скрепляя узы дружбы и родства магией праздника.

✨С первыми лучами солнца начинается самая торжественная часть праздника - ритуал встречи Госпожи. Эльфы собираются на холмах и у водоемов, чтобы встретить восход. В этот момент Верховная Жрица поднимает чашу с магическим огнем, и произносит священные слова: "Solas va vort. Roth yaro caemm a eigean."(Свет вернулся. Колесо года движется дальше.)

✨Завершается праздник великим пиром, который может проходить как в роскошных залах, так и под открытым небом. На столах появляются фрукты, свежий хлеб, молоко и медовые вина - всё, что символизирует тепло, свет и возрождение. Жрецы совершают последний ритуал - оставляют часть угощений у подножия древних деревьев в благодарность духам природы. Эльфы обмениваются магическими свитками с благословениями, а праздник завершается впечатляющим зрелищем - церемониальными дуэлями и показательными магическими поединками, где воины и маги демонстрируют свою силу и мастерство, отдавая дань древним традициям.

[chromatic-lamina]

I prefer the nuance and poetry of the scans more, but true, some information is different, but overall basically the same. Also, sheesh, get with the 21st century official translators. "Humanity" is far more inclusive than "man" (grinds teeth) (Edit in: But read below). (The use of 'with' for the sun god and serpent can be read a few ways. I wonder if it means in the way that the scans implied (alongside)). Okay, I need to add to this. I haven't read any comments or tags I might've got on it. Artur says: 彼らはきっと会えるだろう

And once that conflict ends, “The Sun will return. A new morning will arrive”, indicating that the Dawn of the World will come. And at last, “Those men will surely be able to meet again.”. It is unclear who these “men” is referring to, as it just uses the male third person pronoun in the plural (while English doesn’t have male third person plural, Japanese does), so it’s just referring to a group of men, though keep in mind it could also be generalizing to men as a large group if it also includes women.

Probably not explained later. Nefertari D. Lili seems to be in the group of people joining in on the battle at least. Edited: Feb 6: Also, Sandman (on Twitter) and Artur differ somewhat First of all, this:

The texts are written in a poetic style. In particular, the words 隷人 (slave), 片われ月 (half-moon), and 残影 (afterimage) are difficult vocabulary that an average JP person has probably never even heard in their lifetime. Oda has successfully elevated the tone of the text.💪

Sandman's Twitter Link is here:

Artur used standard Japanese for half moon, at least on Library of Ohara (unless it's mentioned twice). Read below for moon update! Then Sandman says this of Artur's comment on the use of 彼ら, although Artur responds too.

Also, Feb 12, Artur’s latest visual!

Sandman:

💡I politely disagree with Arthur’s translation. He translated the sentence as “He and they could not meet again.” His point that the Japanese word 彼ら(karera) includes at least one male is correct. However, translating it as “He and they” might give the impression that He is a special or distinct entity, which I do not perceive from the original Japanese text. Even considering the existence of Joy Boy, the safest translation would be “They” rather than “He and they.”

Twitter link 2.

Artur's words (which Sandman is referencing) on Twitter. These are more in depth than on his Chapter Secrets, unless he's changed them. I'm hoping it's a wider 'they', btw.

[LOST IN TRANSLATION:] The subject of "won't meet again" is 彼ら, which in Japanese is male third person plural. English gender neutralizes "they" so this nuance gets a bit lost (whereas other languages, like French ils/elles or Spanish ellos/ellas retains gender). If I were translating for publication I'd just keep it as "they" but just wanted to highlight the nuance here in case it were relevant. But in the same way as something like "those guys" in English, it can mean a man + an undefined number of other people of any gender. So it could be a man and a woman, a man and a large group of people, or a large group of people in general. But I would argue that if it really were just two people, a word like "the two of them" would be used (especially in Japanese) rather than a broader plural term, so I think this is most likely referring to a larger group of people than just two individuals. This is a very important distinction I feel. So because of that, I'm not so sure if it's referring to the meeting of two Kings the Sea Kings mentioned (which might just be Joyboy and Poseidon in that case) or two people as a whole, but rather a big group of people. Hard to say, but I wonder if it's just referring in a broader way to all people, the union of all people and races as "one piece". That makes the most sense to me at least, as it would make sense by context that the subject is all those previously mentioned. Like "at last, all people will be united as one instead of being separate" 🤔

Artur's Link here

And his reply to Sandman with a shout out the official translation (tough job!).

That's what I mentioned in the tweet as well! If this were in terms of a professional translation for publication, I'd definitely translate it as "they". I just wanted to highlight that nuance by writing it this way here since most English readers might miss the gendering Btw, given what you said in the tweet, which is basically what I mentioned as well, would you agree that the use of 彼ら over something like 二人 indicates this is more logically (though not strictly necessarily) referring to a larger group of people than just two indidivudals [sic]? That's kind of the feeling I got and was what I was trying to illustrate 🤔

Artur's reply to Sandman link here.

Some very interesting discussion on the choice of "not meet again" or "never meet at all?" The official translation using "they would never meet" in the comments on the last post too. The official translation kind of covering all bases.

Feb 12: Extra, extra info.

Okay, Artur didn’t simplify any of the Japanese. There is the standard Japanese for half moon, and the kanji that Sandman has used above is closer to a crescent or fragmented moon, even though Viz used half moon for both moons.

Here’s a link to Artur’s amazing, very thorough translation (step by step).

More in depth than what was originally posted by me (and him).

[kresnikcest]

homegirl knows literally everything going on with victor and ludger and green-eyed elle and decides to go up to prime ludger like

Ludger: I'm sorry. It just feels like I've seen you somewhere before. Elle: Huh... Are you flirting with me? Ludger: N-No! That's not what I... Elle: Haha! I'm only joking! After all, I'm the one who started talking to you first.

Ludger: I-It's nothing. It's just that I know a little girl with the same name. (I knew it, she feels really similar to Elle. That's why it felt like I'd met her before.) Elle: ...Are you sure that's not some sort of pickup line? Like a story where you're destined to meet someone? Ludger: No, it's really not. I know someone else called Elle Mel Marta and-- Elle: Huh?! How do you know my full name? Ludger: What do you mean? Could you be this world's--? But that can't be... Elle: This world? Ludger: No, I... Never mind-- Elle: Oh, I get it! You must be from another world too!

i wish she had more meaningful screentime ;-;

Fractured Asteria Elle is so cute 🥺 manipulating Ludger and freaking him out ❤️ gatekeep gaslight girlboss

[tedwardremus]

My Dog Said I Can't Go Out With You (James' Version)

Written for Jily Week 2024 hosted by @kay-elle-cee and @sunshinemarauder

Prompt: Continuation Station This is a bit of James' perspective from April 2024 @jilychallenge fic, My Dog Said I Can't Go Out With You

James walked down the moving staircases, still dripping wet from his shower. He could’ve easily used a drying charm, but at the moment, the trail of water he left behind was the least of his concerns. The drops splattered against the stone floor, making the already treacherous moving staircases even more slippery, but James was far too preoccupied to care.

In his hand, he clutched the enchanted parchment, his eyes scanning the messages from Lily that he had read and reread since this morning.

Do you want to get together tonight? - JP

Let me ask my dog. - LE

Ask your dog….? - JP

He said no. - LE

I’ve changed out of my kit. Are you still in the Great Hall? - JP

Did you leave for the village already? - JP

The unanswered messages piled up, one after the other. Normally, James prided himself on being cool and collected, but today, that confidence had abandoned him. He felt a knot of anxiety tightening in his chest, a feeling so unfamiliar that it left him almost frantic.

He had never bombarded anyone with so many messages, especially without a single response. And it wasn’t just Lily he had messaged; Sirius had received his fair share of frantic notes as well.

James was usually good at reading people, but now he was second-guessing everything. He was almost certain Lily had been flirting with him—hadn’t she? Over the past year, they had gone from tense acquaintances to best friends. And for the first time, James thought that maybe, just maybe, she was interested in him the way he had always been interested in her.

Or had he completely misread the situation? Was he about to ruin everything?

“Get a grip, Potter,” he muttered to himself. “You’re better than this.”

“That’s the spirit!” a nearby portrait of Aldred the Elder shouted enthusiastically as James passed by.

James squared his shoulders, determination hardening his resolve. The best course of action was always straight into the fire. Head on, no hesitation. He needed to go to Hogsmeade, find Lily, and talk to her in person.

He ran a hand through his wet hair, and then, with a rueful smile, realized that perhaps he should use that drying charm after all.