#onata

[micamicster]

"Hey, Yoon-jae. Do you still like me? Answer me right now. Are you in love with me?"

The passing of objects from character to character worked so well in this pair of episodes. The homework: Joon-hee does it for Yoon-jae, Yoon-jae would have done it twice for Shi-won, Dad does it for Shi-won in the end. The tickets: Yoo-jung to Hak-chan, revealing her crush on Yoon-jae, then giving them to Yoon-jae who can only think selfishly of Shi-won, and Hak-chan reusing the Next tickets to ask Yoo-jung out. The scarf: Yoon-jae giving it Shi-won, Shi-won thoughtlessly giving it to Joon-hee… all of it just tells us so much about the relationships, without needing to spell it out. We know exactly who loves whom, and whose heart is getting ripped out in the process.

Dramabeans review of Answer Me 1997

[trueblood825]

ALLT GOTT 📍Kichijoji, Tokyo

FIKAFABRIKEN📍Setagaya, Tokyo

Melting Pot 📍Kamakura, Kanagawa

torpet 📍Takanodai, Tokyo

LYCKAN COFFEE 📍Shinjuku, Tokyo

Lilla Dalarna 📍Roppongi, Tokyo

My favorite places 💛🍽️☕️🍰💙 Swedish restaurants/cafes/bakery in Japan (my photos and gifs)

[chrisnaustin]

If only I were she!

[chaikajpeg]

drew my blorbos and immediately felt alive

reference photo: Alexander Skarsgard and Onata Aprile (What Maisie Knew BTS) (haven't watched the movie, pinterest algorithm just blessed me with a good ref)

[soft-serve-soymilk]

My dad is watching a new anime (Pluto) and as always I can hear it clear-as-day from my room. and like. There’s this one voice and it haunts me bc I’m like?? I’ve heard this exact intonation before?? The same relaxing and deep sound??? Could it be the same V.A of Frederic Chopin from E/ternal S/onata, a game that I have only seen in clips a while back and yet somehow know the ending anyway????????

I was correct in my deduction.

[bellytrauma]

Training alone at home, Dr. Anise Onata was always prepared for the unexpected. Her heightened senses detected a ripple in the atmosphere, a change in pressure. She turned around in an instant, finding herself face-to-face with an unknown woman, a would-be assassin.

The redheaded intruder lunged at her with a knife, intent clear in her cold eyes. Anise, however, was quicker. She blocked the attempt, swiftly disarmed the assailant and, with a well-aimed punch, knocked her unconscious.

When the assassin came to, she found herself chained to a cold, stone wall. Her eyes widened in fear as she took in her surroundings, only to land on Anise, her would-be victim, now her captor.

There was a cold determination in Anise's eyes as she approached the chained woman. Her hands were balled into fists at her sides, knuckles turning white with the intensity of her grip. The look in her eyes made it clear that the assassin's attempt on her life would not go unpunished.

And so, Anise began her vengeance. She targeted the woman's abdomen, the smooth expanse of her pale and slender belly. Her fists slammed against the soft flesh. The assassin grunted, her body recoiling with each hit, the chains rattling against the stone wall. But Anise continued, her anger and adrenaline fueling her strength, each punch more powerful than the last.

"Please! Mercy!" the woman begged. Anise just smiled and continued. "You're my toy, and I'll use you how I see fit".

The abdomen, previously firm and toned, now bore the brunt of Anise's vengeance, each punch landing with a sickening thud.

The first few punches met resistance. The assassin's abs, conditioned for combat, tightened defensively, a physical barrier against the onslaught. Each hit was met with a solid sound, the echo reverberating through the room, a testament to the strength housed within the woman's slender frame.

But as Anise continued, the sounds changed. The solid thuds became muffled, the sound of fist meeting flesh becoming softer, yet no less devastating. It was an audible sign that the firm abdominal muscles were wearing down, unable to maintain their tensed state under the continued punishment.

Visually, the transition was equally impactful. Each punch landed caused ripples to travel across the pale expanse of her belly, distorting the smooth skin. As the blows continued, Anise's fists started sinking deeper into the softening abdomen, the impression of her knuckles visible for a moment before the flesh bounced back.

The woman's groans grew louder as the pain increased, a grim symphony to Anise's actions. Each gasp for breath became more laborious as the relentless assault on her midsection continued, her body instinctively trying to protect its vital organs.

Anise was encouraged by the changes beneath her fists. The initial resistance gave way to a yielding softness and a soft squelch to compliment her heaving breaths.

The smooth, pale skin of the woman's abdomen gradually became deep red. The once firm and flat surface now seemed to cave under the onslaught of her fists.

The woman’s eyes fluttered, the light in them dimming as her body surrendered to the onslaught, the pain becoming too much for her consciousness to bear.

Finally, the woman’s head lolled back, her eyes rolling into the back of her head as she slipped into unconsciousness, her abused abdomen rising and falling with shallow, labored breaths. The sight of the battered midsection, the sounds of the final impacts still echoing in the room, and the feel of the worn-down muscles under her fists brought a dark satisfaction to Anise.

[slovaksinadelaide]

Škola začala

Vyučovanie slovenčiny sa tento rok začalo 10. februára 2024. Počasie nám doprialo a stretli sme sa v parku. Deťom sme predviedli klasické pohybové hry ako Uhorky, uhorky nehýbte sa, Onata sia, Ide pešek okolo, Chytačka. Naučili sme sa slovenské riekanky. Všetkých nás prekvapilo, ako deti po prázdninách narástli! Po hodine sme sa posilnili grilovačkou a šiškami.

[paincorpsrarefinds]

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[sivatherium]

tenas #otisio #role #ret #nor #usogoe #ritese #ihewot #xo #esikoe #rana #rayor #nahiru #ner #dinoo #elatel #tarihe #rehar #di #lucua #hetei #qase #gotiu #gasela #sefoo #onata #ritat #mahade #parame #deqeli

[littlealienproducts]

Opal Stud Earrings by Onata

[lovefreelyscreechingcollec-blog2]

Why not share your ride and reduce the number of vehicles on road, so that there can be less traffic. A great idea that has been shared by www.onata.com

Let us join them earn some money and even aware people about the app and its services.

[andreajohnson123-blog]

Dorm Room Etiquette Every Freshman Needs To Know

[figdays]

Crescent Moon Star Hoop Earrings // Onata

[bellytrauma]

Dr. Anise Onata's Depravity

In the sterile environments of the 30th century, Dr. Anise Onata

was a woman of note. A young and promising cardiologist, she was a standout among her peers. And yet, amidst all her accomplishments, she felt an insatiable hunger. A craving for power, purpose, and passion that transcended the normal scope of her generation's monotony.

Anise was a deviant who had a fascination with a time when life was raw, unfiltered, and brutal. So, when presented with the opportunity to embark on an experimental trip using an interdimensional time machine, she didn't hesitate. She stepped into the machine, her heart pounding with anticipation and a bit of trepidation, and transported herself to a medieval Nordic civilization, a world ravaged by war and blood feuds.

Her sudden appearance in the land of icy winds and raging battles was seen as an otherworldly event by the natives. Her unique complexion, a stark contrast to the fair-skinned inhabitants, coupled with her sophisticated medical knowledge, quickly established her as a figure of both intrigue and utility. Seeing a chance to fulfill her desire for power and purpose, Anise requested to be a soldier - a request that took the kingdom by surprise but was nonetheless granted due to her strange allure and obvious capabilities.

In no time, she rose through the ranks, her knowledge of anatomy and mastery of martial arts proving invaluable in the battlefield. She became a figure of dread to her enemies, a dark-skinned Valkyrie who danced with death, her movements swift, precise, and deadly. But it wasn't the war that enticed Anise. Rather, she found an unforeseen thrill in the chaos of battle, in the sight of warriors thrown into the mortal game of kings and tribes.

In this maelstrom of violence and grit, her gaze fell on her purpose: a blonde woman, her fair skin a stark contrast to the dirt and blood-stained battlefield. She was an embodiment of vitality and strength, lithe yet resilient, standing out amidst the chaos. She was just another pawn in the war but to Anise, a precious gem. Anise was no soldier she was a hunter driven by her own wild, unorthodox desires to a place she could live out her fantasies.

She claimed her as her own, declaring her intentions to her soldiers. Dr. Onata’s rush toward the fair-skinned woman was not driven by the intention to slay, but to claim. She charged, her heart pounding, each beat echoing her intent. She was careful not to harm the angelic beauty more than she had to. She found an opening, swiftly knocking the woman off her feet with a sweep of her boot, her well-practiced maneuver enough to disarm the confused soldier.

Seeing the vulnerable woman sprawled in the dirt, her chest rising and falling with each desperate breath, a rush of power surged through Anise. The battlefield became an arena, and she was the gladiator. She could claim any life, exert any measure of force, and in that moment, the fair-skinned warrior's life was entirely in her hands.

Anise raised the hammer over the trembling, heaving bare abdomen, then slammed it downward in punishing blows. The sound that followed was disturbingly satisfying. Each hit resulted in a wet squelch, the sound of internal organs shifting uncomfortably to accommodate the invasive pressure. This was punctuated by the woman's forced, heady groans, her body's desperate attempt to vocalize the internal upheaval, each expulsion of air a testament to the reality of her suffering. She raised the war hammer for another blow, but the blonde twisted away from her; a vain attempting to escape her gaze, her body writhing in a blend of pain and desperation.

Not yet, Anise thought. She was not done punishing this magnificent landscape of taut muscles and pale skin. She placed her foot on the woman's hip, bringing her to her back and keeping her firmly in place. As Anise felt the pressure of time pulling her from her spot, she held her aim on the woman's heaving solar plexus. The intention was clear - to exert dominance and drain the vitality from her conquered prize and take her home.

Each impact was a symphony of disturbing sounds - the guttural thud of metal against flesh, the sharp intake of breath turned into a strangled groan, the crackle of the air as it was forcefully expelled from the woman's lungs. The sound echoed across the now nearly empty battlefield, a morbid melody that sang tales of Anise's ruthlessness. A red mark bloomed against the fair skin, a stark contrast against the previously unblemished landscape of her body. The woman’s toned abdominal muscles disrupted by the external force.

Each subsequent blow was a chilling repetition of the previous, the sounds of the impacts intermingling with the pained gasps and choked groans of the fair-skinned woman. Her eyes held a mixture of defiance and desperation, a silent plea that went unheeded as Anise remained steadfast in her purpose.

As the blows continued, the woman's breaths grew ragged, each gasp for air sounding more laborious than the last.

Gradually, the bright blue of the woman's eyes began to dim, the vibrancy being replaced by a glazed look as her consciousness started to slip away. The tremors in her body grew weaker, her breaths becoming shallow, her groans tapering off until they were nothing but feeble whispers.

With a last labored exhale, she succumbed to Anise's domination of her breaths, her body going limp under Anise’s imposing figure, ready to be picked up and claimed as a trophy of war.