#or any drought

[chai-en-kaadhale]

atp the default weather in the summer is heat wave (for my state atleast)

[serpentface]

Faiza performing the Kagnoma Odo (pretty literally 'lion dance'), a weapons dance and one of the more important ritual duties of Odonii priestesses. A relatively new addition to this traditional dance involves the musket as the primary weapon, which is fired mid-twirl into the ground at the climax of the dance. Faiza is experiencing an 'oh fuck' moment because her shot is more than ideally diagonal, but she’s being so cool with it.

This is a wholly ceremonial performance at the onset of the pilgrimage, performed in full regalia and lion skin (of the small, semi-domesticated strain) but no armor. It’s also distinctly a display of political allegiance between the powerful and beloved Odonii priesthood (and its loyal military) with the increasingly reviled and destabilized imperial family, with Faiza prominently wearing a bracelet of the royal serpent, which was gifted (along with the musket) by the usoma Stavis Amanti himself (Usoma is the Wardi word for king, which has been retained in the context of emperors).

The Kagnoma Odo is the ultimate demonstration of the Odonii as an embodiment of the Lion Face of God and living vessel of military might and sovereignty, demonstrating her fitness and proficiency with weapons and as a spiritual unifier for soldiers. It is accompanied by drumming and occurs in stages, running through the three keymost weapons used in war- the spear, the sword, and the musket. The musket is of the most significance, given the weapon has developed a particular esteem as the ultimate embodiment of might and superiority. Assistants (almost always other priestesses, occasionally high ranking soldiers) load and prime the musket to be fired at the climax of the dance, where it is shot into the ground as the priestess leaps out of range of the shot. The firing signals the end of the dance and the rite itself.

While not the utmost exemplar of trigger discipline, only fully inducted and senior (and therefore very thoroughly trained) Odonii are permitted to perform the dance, and injuries during actual performances are quite rare (though are known to occur during training, more than a few Odonii have burns and wounds on their feet).

The most important renditions of this dance are performed upon declarations of war and before battles (in this case, generally done in full armor along with the lion pelt). It is also done during some trainings (while a dance, it is carefully choreographed to include naturalistic maneuvers of the weapons involved and helps soldiers limber up and learn to move their weapons). It is regarded as an impressive and motivating sight and a morale booster, and, seen at a distance, potentially intimidating to enemies.

A special variant of this dance is performed as means of fully incarnating the Odomache, which is done in full nudity with the body covered in the blood of the freshly sacrificed lion and cloaked in its raw pelt (the lion has become the corpse of Odomache in the moment of death, as part of its recreation of God's sacrifice). Her public, full nude appearance once (and only once) in this act is what allows the Lion Face of God to incarnate within her. Those in attendance see the spiritually vulnerable, naked human body obscured with the sanctified and deified blood and cloaked in the sanctified and deified skin. It is a merger of the contradictions of mortality and divinity, the boundaries between the two indistinct in flickering firelight and the flash of musketfire. She is witnessed by her people, dangling in between humanity and divinity and leading them in dance, and and is thus transformed.

[last-starry-sky]

kinktober day 1 - dirty talk

gaz x f!reader

[MDNI - NSFW - MIND THE WARNINGS: 1k, dirty talk, piv sex, doggy-style, fingering, nipple-play, a wee bit of scratching by reader, clothed sex.]

tag list (lmk if you'd like to be added!): @slut-lmao, @mishaglass

It started simple enough. 

“Like that, don’t you?” he whispers, tucked into the crook of your neck one night as he rolls his hips smooth and precise, dick nailing exactly the spot you need. It sends you wailing back against the sheets. You lay there, taking it, so close to your peak, that you’re unable even to grab up at your boyfriend’s shoulders. Babbling, begging yes yes kyle yes as you clench around him, falling over that blissfully high peak. 

“So pretty like this,” he tells you the next night as he takes you from behind. You’ve already fallen forward, unable to withstand the power of his thrusts. You moan into the sheets, brain gone. You’re rocking back and forth with the bed as you take everything the solid unit of a man behind you can give. His hands glide down your sweat-slicked back until he’s draped over you while still pistoning his cock in and out of your sore, slicked hole. His cock thuds into you at the new, shallower angle as he says to himself, “Good little pussy. Made for me,” right in your ear. 

“Get this wet just thinkin’ of me?” he says the next day, smooth as silk, hands dipped down the front of your leggings the moment he walked in the door. You relax back into him with a whine as he works swiftly, one hand pulling your panties to the side, the other diving straight to your leaking core. He lets out a huff of that nicotine laced breath that drives you wild, pumping his fingers in and out while you twine around him. Your leg spreads to give him all the room he needs, hooking your foot around his calf. You reach your arm back, blindly grasping until you feel your fingers trail up the side of his neck. His jaw clenches under your hand as you pull his face forward and down, aching, begging for a kiss. He twirls his thumb around your clit as your lips press the barest of kisses to his, forcing a whimpering moan followed by a please kyle please.

You don’t mind it. Hell, how could you? You love your boyfriend and the sex is amazing regardless. I just feels like I came out of left-field. Kyle having been more than content with the usual grunts and groans, maybe a quick, cut off instruction if needed. That’s what you’d grown used to. Nothing more than what was needed. He communicated, just wasn’t vocal. 

Eventually, curiosity got the better of you.

“So,” you asked one dark, quiet night, laying in his lap while the end of some boring war movie he had picked out played out in front of you, “mind if I ask why you’ve gotten so-”

He cuts you off with one warm hand, snaking suddenly up to grasp your cold breast under your thin shirt. You gasp as he massages his large fingers in the soft flesh. It only takes a brush of the pad of his thumb, skin worn rough from work, over your nipple to have you writhing. His other hand holds your hips to his, touch gentle by comparison.

“Wha’s that, love?” he has the audacity to huff cooly in your ear while bucking ever so slowly against the plush of your ass as his erection becomes more and more evident.

“Kyle!” you cry, the crack of simulated gunfire from the TV burying your voice.

The hand on your hip is rucking down your shorts before you can say anything else. You do the rest of the work, kicking them down your legs while Kyle zeros in on his goal. Two thick fingers swirl around your clit while his hand on your chest pulls up your shirt as he reaches for your other breast. He leaves your first nipple, aching and red, exposed to the cool air as he twists the second between his forefinger and thumb. 

You arch back as much as you can while trapped in his embrace, pleading and crying as he plays with you. His fingers press and swirl on your clit, agonizingly slow but in just the right place. Your pussy throbs and pulses, making a sloppy wet mess over his hand as he draws you closer and closer to orgasm. 

“Please Kyle!” you cry out, begging for mercy as he tweaks your nipple especially hard. 

“Love seeing you like this,” he mumbles into your temple with a kiss, absolutely lost in playing your body like the shrieking, weeping instrument it is. The ending theme of the movie is playing. A slow, sad instrumental as the credits roll. If it wasn’t for the cock rocking against your thigh, you’d believe he wasn’t affected at all by what he was doing, solely focused on your pleasure.

Your hands are clawing at whatever they can reach. His arms. His hands. They never stop. You can dent his skin with your nails, scratch and leave bloody welts, but he only presses his head to yours, cooing and shushing you as you wail and writhe.  

“Got so wet when I started talking dirty,” he finally answers you, threading his fingers to either side of your clit to hold it tight, palming it in the curl of that strong hand of his. The motion makes you bite your lip until you taste blood. “Can feel it. Feel you clench ‘n squirm, just like now,” he breaths out, bringing the hand on your chest down to your pussy. 

He only gets two fingers in before he’s lost completely, moaning and babbling in your ear. “God, you’re so wet. Make me a fuckin’ lucky man, you know that? Lovely fuckin’ thing. Always ready for me. Wet n’ waitin’,” all while rutting against you in time to his fingers. 

Your clit throbs under his grip. You roll your hips in rhythm with his, chasing that ache, willing that dull throb to finally finally spill over. If he won’t do it for you, you’ll have to do it yourself. 

“Yeah?” he asks, noticing your actions, “That’s it, love. Get it. Get it. Cum f’ me. Cum- God, fuck!” He lets his forehead thump against your temple, whining as he brings the remainder of his brain power together on the task of holding your body to his as he bucks his clothed dick against your slick skin.  

“Make me nut in my good joggers,” he says with a giggle, tweaking your clit as he rolls you against him.

[goldensunset]

sora’s new roommate looks like a really nice and normal girl i wonder what her story is

[boycum3000]

#MakeNewJerseyWetAgain

[tigers1o1]

Day 462 without Ao3:

I went onto wattpad for a brief moment before remembering how awful it is there. We must remain strong, friends. Resist the urge to log into old accounts it is so much worse than you remember

I turned to my friends and now we’re trading google docs like basketball cards to keep each other entertained with writing that isn’t our own

[fishysos]

Going down memory lane with OTPs Past.

Sorry for straight up drawing THE REAL GUYS, but Al Capone is so goddamn fine.. I had to.

[johaerys-writes]

I fucking hate it here

[goldenharmony]

I like how Aquakana is a sign of the world healing

[leafuxxtea]

If you still take suggestions, can you probably bless us with some mikoto, please?

i unfortunately could only make one rough mikoto kayano with my limited skills, and then I unmikoto kayano'd him and now he just looks like Some Guy. so my apologies for that,,,

[saturnniidae]

I miss being new to fandom and thinking the prominence of m/m ships was progressive instead of it actually just being people refusing to engage with female characters

[lavampira]

scrolling through every streaming service I have access to trying desperately to find a fun new horror watch and struggling

[enlighten3d]

welcome to treebark how are you enjoying your stay

thank you for the welcome

i am dying

[kenonade]

ughghghhghghghgh wip,,, wip!!!

saw les mis last night and it finally made me investigate enjorlas and grantaire which had the effect of sparking enthusiasm for gregstophe again,,

[sanjisboyfie]

trying to find x male readers is so hard on this site..even the canonically gay male characters aren’t safe from the x fem reader tag

this + i specifically look for "x male reader" and then fem reader shit comes up 😭😭 its literally a constant struggle and so fucking annoying tbh

[daphnebowen]

day five of twelve days of rina: favorite episodes 🤩

I’m doing one from each season because I’m like that and can’t choose

season one: episode five - homecoming

homecoming is obviously one of the most important and essential episodes to rina’s storyline. This is where they all got started, this is when they really started to shine, and obviously without this episode there really wouldn’t be a rina. their chemistry was off the charts in this episode and honestly going back and seeing how genuine they are with each other and how they can be so fresh and just honest with each other; man it really is something else. rini never held a candle to rina, looking back on it. They never stood a chance. “I thought we sort of, like, got each other” and “You know I meant what I said. at the skate park, about you having your own style. I don't even think I knew how much I meant it when I said it.” like dude. monumental. Already these two characters are having such a profound effect on each other and it’s been only a couple of months. AND THE CHEEK KISS. THE FREAKING CHEEK KISS. because for me, rina was never really a thought in my mind until that kiss. Until Gina showed me that she was opening up her hard heart to the brown curly haired boy with the great voice and sass for days. until Ricky showed me he wasn’t opposed to it. until their chemistry was so off the charts I was blown away.

season two: episode four - the quincenero

okay, hear me out, this episode is actually pretty important to rina. There’s a ton of character growth from Gina specifically. obviously there are other moments but I really do like the moment where Ricky comes to Gina for advice about nini and she says that maybe they shouldn’t give advice to each other and she’s not nini. which I think is a beautiful parallel, looking back on it, to when Ricky didn’t try and convince Gina to stay in slc and not do the movie because he’d already had an experience with nini where he did tell her that and she completely fumbled and freaked out. which, understandable, whatever. That’s her. But the thing is, that’s what gina wants. Gina wants to be set apart from nini, Gina is completely different from nini and in this episode she’s trying to tell him that (which she’s right, bc nini did not like it at all when Ricky revealed he’d talked to miss Jenn about getting nini in the show, but the fact remains is that Gina said she’d be flattered but said “I’m not nini and we’re not dating” to try and tell Ricky that maybe that’s not what nini wants). Gina is telling him that the things that work for her are not going to work for nini because they are two different people and their relationships - both romantic and platonic, current and future - are entirely different. which is so profound and beautiful when you compare that to Ricky’s aversion of change and you see how nini and Ricky’s relationship began to fail because Ricky was using things Gina had told him all along. which is kind of emotional cheating but wtv. anyways, the fact that Ricky was dating the person he was “most comfortable with” but using the girl who represents change’s advice is something I just love. And I’m sure I’m not explaining it well, so if anyone sees this and wants to add/explain better pls do.

season three: episode five - the real campers of shallow lake

okay I absolutely love this episode and not just because of the rina content. everything about the drama between Maddox and jet to portwell drama to Ashlyn and Val and obviously Ricky angst and feisty gina makes this episode so 💋 but obviously, I’m here to talk about the what do you know about love duet. Which Ricky/josh and Gina/sofia ABSOLUTELY SLAPPED and I gave them a standing ovation as soon as it was finished. because this was EVERYTHING. Kourtney’s clear approval, Val’s interpretation of the whole thing, their freaking history, Carlos’s encouragement, ej’s uncomfortableness, it’s all perfection. their playful banter, their voices, this being their first duet, ugh it does things to me. And the fact that it really does represent gina as anna and Ricky as Kristoff seeing that Gina is in a brand new relationship and thinks everything is rainbows and butterflies while Ricky, who has only experienced love where he has to work for the other person and strive to make things work instead of it being more effortless and easy (as rina are later) is amazing and beautiful. I could explain this more later but I don’t want to run out of room so if you want to know more, lmk. and also the “rebound” afterwards where RICKY APOLOGIZES FOR HIS INTENSITY KNOWING GI WAS EQUALLY AS INTENSE because he knows something is up with ej. but he wants to be there for gi. He wants her first relationship to go well, and he defends her to ej as well telling him that she’s just tired and coming down from the rehearsal. watch out world, Ricky Bowen will defend Gina Porter with his entire being.

season four: episode five - admissions

AGHHHHHHHHHH this episode lowkey might be my favorite of the entire series. but then again I loved every moment of every episode so I won’t say that. But this episode is MONUMENTAL for both Gina and Ricky and especially in their relationship. Gina finally opens up to her mom abt her and Ricky, Ricky opens up to ej about his fears and confronts his tendency to hide when things go wrong, and it all culminates in a beautiful second chance confession rain kiss spin hug. UGH, Tim, my FRICKIN HEART! I really do love the conversation between ej and Ricky because they truly are brothers and besties. ej truly helps Ricky so so much. And I could have a whole conversation about their conversation and all the ways it is beautiful but I won’t. Gina, meanwhile, is coming to the realization that Ricky is her inspiration and Ricky is the reason why she is happy. Ricky Bowen makes her the happiest she has ever been and it physically hurts her that her mother does not know this (it hurt me, as a viewer!) and the beautiful second chance playing as Ricky sees Mack and Gina and turns away~ it really shows that 02x12 really was about Gina all along, it was never about lilly. it was always Gina. nobody else ever stood a chance.