#rock glyphs | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

revelboo · 3 months ago

Text

Everything is Alright pt 9

Starscream x reader- sulking

• You have no idea what to make of your visitor or the way you’re being stared at like an especially frustrating puzzle missing pieces at the very end. Still cradling you in a huge hand, that helm tilts down to look at your cage. A slightly disgruntled rumble buzzes through his big frame as he turns toward the door as if in expectation.

• Exhausted, Starscream rolls his shoulders to work the kinks out. It wasn’t that patrolling was hard- if anything it was processor meltingly boring. Letting himself in his quarters only to rock to a stop, because Soundwave is right there. Holding the human in a hand. Waiting. That faintly glowing visor staring in accusation as Starscream’s wings flick up aggressively. This isn’t Skywarp and lashing out will have repercussions, though. Dragging his optics away from the small form in Soundwave’s grip like he doesn’t care less, he stalks past the other mech. “I hope you have a good reason to be in my personal quarters,” he sneers.

• What? You’d honestly expected another violent outburst, but your captor doesn’t seem to care that this mech has you. Making that low, non-sound, the boxy mech drifts over to the desk Starscream’s settled himself at. You’re gently deposited on the surface before Soundwave points almost accusingly at your cage. “Inadequate.”

• And with that, he just leaves. Starscream stares, waiting for the door to close behind Soundwave before hooking a servo around your waist to tug you closer. It’s the same cautious, worried examination as when he’d rescued you from Skywarp and your heart softens a bit more, because he’s worried. Even if he’s never going to admit it. You lay a hand on his servo, again amazed how someone so huge and dangerous can be so gentle. “I’m okay.”

• He draws back slowly almost seeming embarrassed at being caught caring, optics flicking to your cage then away. “I just don’t like for my things to be broken,” he says, voice gruff as those wings lift even higher. Defensive and maybe annoyed at himself.

• The words are a reminder to not just him, but you it seems. You’re- what? A pet to him? Definitely not an equal and you’ll never be. Not a friend. He only cares because he’s decided you’re his. His possession. It hurts all the same even as you blame that ache on Stockholm’s. After all, he’s hardly your friend, he’s your jailer. You push his servos away, backing away and turning your back on him because your eyes are burning now.

• Surprised, Starscream’s hand freezes still outstretched as you pace to the far side of the desk. Turning your back on him. Ignoring him. His fingers slowly curl into a fist as anger trickles in. But he doesn’t move and neither do you. Slowly, the fury drains away to leave only that awful silence that weighs him down. Why does he even care? You belong to him, his little, trapped bird.

• But he prefers you smiling, agreeing with him, and asking about his day. Growling, he reaches to snag you, feeling your little hands grab at his servos. Your face whips around to stare at him and there’s anger there with the fear. Denta grinding as his jaw works, he sets you down again in front of him, laying both arms on either side of you in the pretense of using the keyboard embedded in the top and effectively trapping you.

• Well, then. You can’t even sulk in peace, apparently. It’s almost tempting to try and climb over his arm to retreat back to the far side of the desk just for spite. Or walk across his weird, alien-glyph keyboard while he works just like the cat he thinks you are. Annoyed, you sit down crosslegged and wait.

• Still ignoring him. Attention divided between his console and the human now partially sprawled out, their chin propped on their fist staring anywhere but at him, he vents. “If you’ll stop acting like an entitled sparkling, I might consider taking you outside to see the stars.”

• It’s almost comical how quickly you twist around to stare up at him. Even as he fights to keep from smiling, there’s a feeling of almost guilt that makes him look around and really see his empty, gray quarters. It’s never bothered him, because he doesn’t dwell on it, but he remembers making things just for the joy of working with his hands. Maybe it wouldn’t hurt to find you something to do when you’re left alone. “But I swear to Primus if you try and run off, I will put a leash on you,” he adds with a growl, punctuating the threat with a thump of his fist against the desk as you grin up at him.

Previous Next

#transformers #starscream x reader #idw starscream

260 notes · View notes

museum-of-artifacts · 2 years ago

Text

Located in the Air Massif of Niger are two of the largest animal rock petroglyphs in the world. Known as the Dabous Giraffes they have been dated to about 8,000BCE. While the artist will forever remain unknown, this area of Niger has over 900 similar carvings of animals and humans. The period of these glyphs (12,000-7,000BCE) was known as the Neolithic Subpluvial, a time when the Sahara was a much wetter savannah that stretched thousands of miles and could sustain animal and human life. The giraffes are carved into a sandstone outcrop and depict a large male and smaller female. Shifting desert sands possibly covered the glyphs for millennia before they were discovered in 1987.

3K notes · View notes

mutant-distraction · 11 months ago

Text

In the elevated Indus Valley of Pakistan, you'll find some of the world's most intricate and diverse petroglyphs. Specifically, the ancient Shatial glyphs along the Karakoram Highway in the Gilgit-Baltistan region stand out. Dating back to the Stone Age, these glyphs adorn rocks and boulders, extending for over 100 kilometers. Encompassing various languages, religions, and the symbolism of peoples spanning 10,000 years, these remarkable writings and designs face potential threats from modern hydropower projects planned in the Indus Valley.

505 notes · View notes

alexa-fika · 6 months ago

Text

Devourer of ships (Shanks x gn!Reader)

A/N y’all I haven’t written in a non-requested piece in a hot minute!! Not sure about this one but I hope you like it, just a little thought I had. To avoid spoilers some definitions and explanations are at the bottom of the chapter

Here Reader is Replaced by dokucha which stands for reader in japanese

Dividers by @/saradika

"What are we looking for in this location," Beckmann asked as he glanced at the map lying between him and his Captain, his usual cigarette held between his teeth

"There are a couple of road pone glyphs in that location that we need to retreat."

"On the middle of the sea?" Limejuice asked looking at the spot where his Captain had placed a knife, confused at the lack of land underneath it or anywhere around it.

"Boss, I'm not sure about this. There is no land there, and there are multiple reports of the danger of that part of the sea." Snake frowned

"There is no land recorded," Shanks replied, still glancing at the map, a slight smirk on his face

"No one makes it close enough to the island to map it or to even know there is an island there."

"Boss, if the water is dangerous to the point one can't make it close enough to even see the island, how are we going to? How do you even know about the island?" Lucky asked casually as he took another bite from the meat in his hand

"Roger made it to the island back in the day; the island wasn't mapped due to a request of a friend that wanted the island to remain hidden; that being said, don't worry about the passage I know how to get across" Shanks explained waving away their worries

"Is this friend of yours still there even after so many decades have passed?" Beckmann asked with a frown

"They'll be there". Shanks spoke, an unwavering faith behind his words

Beckman let a sigh at this, smoke escaping his mouth as he did, his lip tilting upwards slightly

"Hard to argue with that."

"It's awfully calm for an area that was said to be so dangerous," Yassop commented, watching at the serene sea, the sound of soft waves hitting the Red force

"Perhaps the rough sea was a passing storm?" Rockstar suggested, humming as he spotted something in the distance

"Hey, What's that?" He asked, pointing to the object, knowing of his superior's heightened eyesight

"Looks like a rock formation; there's a few of them. Looks like they are forming a circle."

"If they are rock, why does it look like they are starting to move?"

"Huh? H-Hey, what's going on?! " someone in the distance screamed as the ship suddenly shifted direction, seemingly dragged by a current

"It's a whirlpool!" Yassop hollered

" Captain!"

"Hold the sails," Shanks screamed as he ran to the Deck, leaning against the railing of the ship

"Sea King!" someone screamed as an enormous serpent-like monster emerged from the water; what they previously thought to be rock formations turned out to be the teeth of the sea king

"Don't," Shanks called, putting a hand over the riffle of his first mate, having already been aiming at the intruding beast

"Hold your fire men, that's not a sea king," Shanks ordered as he approached the beast as it prepared to consume them

"Hello, Dokucha. Don't tell me you don't recognize me anymore."

"Captain?!" someone screamed, confused about their captain's actions, only to stare in shock as the monster halted

The crew watched as it quickly dove back into the water, taking with it the huge whirlpool that previously endangered the ship, returning the sea to its previous serene state

"Boss What was that?!" Yassop hollered down at his captain from his spot at the crow's nest

"You'll see."

"Something is coming up!" someone called, letting a scream as someone jumped onto the deck, the crew quick to draw their weapons

"Weapons down," Shanks order

"B-But boss i-

The words they were about to utter were quickly halted at the pointed glare their captain sent their way; nodding as he lowered his weapon, the rest of the crew followed after

At this, Shanks turned his sight back to the person in front of him, fins decorating where their ears would usually be and a small set of tusks adorning their mouth. On their head, they sported an extensive array of horns, with two pairs placed on top of their head as they curved upward and two more pairs behind their eared gills, curved in a manner similar to a ram. Their back sported a pair of wings with what appeared to be a row of sharp-like formations decorating the borders of it, a sharp horn structure at the end of them.

"It's been a long time, Dokucha," He called

After the grand commotion, due to appearance of the young creature calmed down. Shanks gathered his crew, explaining his relation to them. It turned out he and Dokucha first met in his younger years when he was still sailing with the other Roger pirates.

Dokucha served as a guradian to a small archipielago of islands, creating deadly storms and powerful whirpools to bring down any ship that got to close, effectively keeping the island not only safe but hidden to the outside world.

Roger, with ways still unknown to him managed to befriend the guardian. To this day Shanks believed it to be because of his Captain's incredible charisma and easygoing nature that he had managed the relationship to flourish.

Since their meeting, the archipelago served as a safe haven from the outside world, a place the crew could come and relax without any threat able to reach them. It was in the archipelago where Roger was able to find the last poneglyphs he needed to make it to the end of the grand line and the creature who could grant them safe passage to it, Dokucha themselves. It was with their aid that they managed to safely make it to the island that would later be named Laughtale.

Once their journey had ended, Roger returned the RoadPone glyphs to their original home. Where Dokucha had asked the Captain to keep the existence of the land a secret from the outside world, which he readily agreed to. Because of this, Dokucha's already established trust with the Captain had expanded, as they offered the archipelago as a safe haven not only to him and any treasure he may want to keep safe but to any of his successors as well, which is how Shanks had been able to calm down what was to be the downfall of the Red force. Needless to say, their re-encounter had been a cause for celebration.

"Say, Dokucha, how did our captain look when he was younger?" Lucky laughed at the now fussing beast

They turned to them with a smile

" Oh my, you should have seen him; he was just the cutest kid. He had all this baby fat you could just melt into," they exclaimed, pulling at his now reddening cheeks at the laughs that echoed across the mess hall

"Laugh all you want; you are simply jealous," Shanks called, drinking the rest of his drink

"What a handsome man you have turned into! You grew your hair out, I see! Oh, you also let a beard grow? Gives you a ruggish look; I bet you are popular with the ladies," they rambled, looking at him

"You also seem to be missing an arm; what happened?" they asked hurriedly, not missing a breath

"A sea king took it," he easily replied

"Why, those archaic beasts! How dare they? When I see them again I ought to exterminate every single one!" they huffed

"Dahaha, don't worry too much about it, Dokucha."

"Gee, I see you're still as easygoing as you were all those years ago. Losing a Limb is a pretty big deal, especially for a species like a human!" they pouted

"Don't worry, Dokucha, it was a fair trade. Besides, something tells me the old fish already got a beating”

"A trade? What kind of gambling are humans into that you would wager your own limbs?"

"A wager on a new era"

"Look at you, being ominous and mysterious." They laughed and teased him

"You never take me seriously, Dokucha," he whined with a pout

They let out small snickers at this

"Say, where is that straw hat of yours?

"I let someone borrow it."

"Borrow it? You were inseparable with the thing; who is this person?”

“It’s Luffy!” Lucky cheered

“Luffy?” they questioned

“The hell is a fluffy?”

“This is Luffy,” Beckmann piped in passing Dokucha, the wanted poster

“We’ll, I'll be; this Brings so many memories,” they sigh happily, staring at the young man with the white cloud-like appearance and the strawhat

Shanks ignored their statement, knowing of the other’s long lifespan as he continued to drink from his sakazuki

“Ah, that reminds me,” they exclaimed, putting the wanted poster down and throwing themselves on top of Shanks, wrapping their arms around his neck in a tight embrace, their wings following suit and wrapping around his torso

Shanks let out a small smile at this, giving them a side glance and promptly returning his gaze back to the sakazuki in his hand

“What’s this? Have you also fallen for my ruggish looks?” he teased with a gentle look on his face

“I missed you.”

“Sorry I took so long to come back. Have the others not visited you?”

“No, they probably didn’t know of mine and Roger’s promise; that old bastard probably forgot to tell them; you were just nosy, so you heard our conversation.”

“Hmm, I’ll be sure to let them all know; I will

Make sure they visit you.”

“Thank you,” they muttered

If you are a mythology greek, then you already know who this was based on; I know I said definitions would be at the bottom but im curious how many of you already know who it is, send an ask or a comment if you know 🤭 man I feeel like a famous youtuber, saying that

Sakazuki is a japanese bowl/plate like utensil used to drink, it is the one we often see characters drinking from : )

Taglist:

@Imaginarydreams

@amethystviolin

@h0n3y-l3m0n05

#shanks x gn!reader #shanks x you #shanks x reader #one piece shanks #red haired shanks #shanks #one piece #one piece x reader #one piece imagine #one piece fluff #akagami no shanks #red haired pirates x reader #red haired pirates

180 notes · View notes

mufos-photo-album · 4 months ago

Text

(Transcript at bottom of post.)

[ID: A skykid showing off the glyphs on the back of their cape. A few of the glyphs are dark.]

When faced with environmental dangers like dark rain, it isn't always obvious whether one's eminent or inner light is being drained. Eminent light is almost always drained first, but the issue is discerning when the environment starts to drain one's inner light. This is the first function of a cape. The glyphs commonly seen on the back of capes react to the glow of one's light, and the brighter one's eminent light is, the more glyphs will glow in response. If all the glyphs are dark, that's a good sign that one's inner light is in danger.

Among spell casters, the number of glyphs on one's cape also serve as an approximate indicator of power level. The more glyphs on their cape, the more advanced their abilities probably are.

Capes with this function may not be accurate if it's brand new or if the cape doesn't belong to you. This is because capes need some time to acclimate to one's light levels. Initial discrepancies can be especially egregious when people of different light levels swap capes. For example, if Mufotsuki, someone with a higher level, swapped capes with Piripu, someone with a lower light level, both of their capes would give incorrect readings. Piripu's cape, while on Mufotsuki's back, may indicate that her light's brightness is at 100% even though it's really at 80%. Likewise, Mufotsuki's cape, while on Piripu's back, may say his light's brightness is at 80%, even though it's really at 100%.

[ID: Mufotsuki demonstrating the discrepancies between wearing Piripu's cape and her own cape.]

The other, more well-known, function of a cape is as a tool for flight. One can fly with a partial cape or no cape at all, but the feeling can be clumsy to the inexperienced. Having a cape serve as one's wings offers more control and makes the experience feel more natural.

[ID: A capeless skykid about to crash into a rock because their arms cannot generate enough lift.]

Capes also serve as a fashion statement, but everyone knows that.

[ID: A group of 3 skykids doing various poses, showing off their capes.]

#sky children of the light #sky cotl #that sky game #thatskygame #skyblr #not a photo from the album #mufo draws #the titular mufotsuki

113 notes · View notes

novankenn · 3 months ago

Text

... MINE!!!

Beacon cafeteria was busy, which was normal occurrence. Team RWBY and 3/4 of team JNPR were sitting at their customary table, just chatting away.

Ruby: Umm... where's Jaune?

Yang: (mouthful of scrambled eggs and bacon) Yeah...

Weiss: Don't talk with you're mouthful!

Pyrrha: He told us to get breakfast without him.

Ruby: Did he say why?

Nora: (Mouthful pancakes) A surprise!

Ren: Nora, swallow first.

Blake: A surprise?

Pyrrha: You know how excited he gets for Grimm-oween. Said he had the BEST costume and wanted to show it off.

Weiss: (Disgusted) Oh yes... that childish holiday...

Ruby: You know that's also my birthday, right?

The group suddenly started to look around as the expansive room suddenly went completely quiet. They all turned their attention to the main doors... seeing Jaune wearing a beaming smile... in his costume...

Students: ...

RWBY / NPR: ...

Jaune still beaming, hit a couple of extra poses...

Students / RWBY / NPR: ...

Cardin: MINE!!!

Coco: Back off Winchester! He's mine!!

Coco proceeds to tackle Cardin...

Weiss: Ruby... Pyrrha... I'm sorry...

Ruby / Pyrrha: Weiss???

Weiss was suddenly a blur of blue and white as she used a glyph to rocked towards the suddenly very scared Jaune...

Jaune: EEP!! BAD TOUCH! BAD TOUCH!!

#rwby #lollipop chainsaw #jaune arc #juliet starling #pyrrha nikos #ruby rose #yang xiao long #blake bellodona #nora valkryie #lie ren #weiss schnee #cardin winchester #coco adel

81 notes · View notes

cosmerelists · 1 year ago

Text

Kaladin asks: “Would you still love me if I was a cremling?”

“Would you still love me if I was a worm” is a meme. But on Roshar, of course, they’d ask the question using cremlings, not worms. So let’s say that Kaladin asked his friends this very important question. How would they reply?

1. Adolin

Adolin: Sure, I don’t see why not!

Adolin: Can I give you a tiny, cremling-sized sword?

Adolin: It’d be pretty cute!

2. Renarin

Renarin: [considering]

Renarin: Yes, I believe so.

Renarin: So long as I knew it was you, I don’t see why my view of you would change.

Adolin: ...now I feel a little bad about my flippant cremling-sword answer.

Renarin: Nah, that would be cute.

3. Shallan

Shallan: Oooh, so you’d be a cremling with human intelligence?

Shallan: I could make you a shalebark habitat, and then have you describe the symbiotic relationship from the cremling perspective!

Shallan: Plus, you could tell me about what tastes good, whether you feel artistic...

Kaladin: I’m not sure I like the glint in your eye...

Shallan: I might love you more.

4. Moash

Moash: “Just a cremling” they’d say. “We can definitely kill him now.”

Moash: But no.

Moash: I know you’d still be unkillable.

Moash: You’d be the most overpowered radiant cremling ever.

Kaladin: Is that a yes, or...?

5. Teft

Teft: Of course, lad.

Teft: Shouldn’t be too hard to find some way for me to become a cremling too.

Kaladin: Uh...you don’t need to be a cremling in this thought experiment.

Teft: I’m your lieutenant, aren’t I?

6. Zahel

Zahel: No.

Zahel: Toss you out. Let nature take its course.

Kaladin: You, uh, know it’s still me, right? Just in cremling-shape?

Zahel: I’m sure you’ll figure it out.

7. Rlain

Rlain: Hmmm....yes.

Rlain: In fact, I think I would love you more.

Rlain: You’d finally have a shell!

8. Navani & Dalinar

Navani: Of course we would. I’ll even make you a little glyph board to crawl over to tell me all of your cremling thoughts.

Navani: Perhaps you could write the first book from the cremling perspective.

Navani: Men write now, so all bets are off.

Dalinar: But you are not allowed to call your book The Way of Cremlings. I will not allow it.

Navani: Dalinar, please! The man’s a cremling!

Kaladin: ...I feel like you guys might be making fun of me.

9. Lirin & Hesina

Hesina: You know I would, Kaladin.

Hesina: I’d give you a nice cremling habitat with a nice high rock for you to sit on.

Kaladin: Thanks, mom.

Lirin: At the very least, you’d take care of wounded cremlings, right?

Kaladin: D-Dad?!

Lirin: Gotta do something with your cremling life.

10. Lewshi

Lewshi: I would continue to respect you as a warrior.

Lewshi: However, I do not think we could duel anymore.

Kaladin: You don’t think?

Lewshi: Well, I know not to make assumptions when it comes to you.

11. Rock

Rock: ...

Rock: Tell me this. Are you the delicious type of cremling?

Kaladin: Y-You’d eat me?!

Rock: ...

Rock: Think of the fine stew!

Kaladin: NO

12. Syl

Syl: ...

Kaladin: Uh, are you okay, Syl?

Syl: (whispering) Tiny, glowing cremling with a sword!

Syl: S-So cute!

Adolin: That’s what I was saying!

Kaladin: ...

Kaladin: Why did I think this was a good idea?

#cosmere #cosmerelists #stormlight archive #Kaladin #Adolin #Renarin #Shallan #Teft #Rlain #Moash #Dalinar #Navani #Lirin #Rock #Hesina #Syl #lewshi #Zahel

508 notes · View notes

metamorphesque · 2 years ago

Text

These images of circles and circling, revolving around a great center he names God, it makes me think of the cathedral labyrinths of Europe. Or the ancient spiral glyphs carved into rocks and cave faces. I see the circling pathway around some secret center. The road can be bewildering, twisting and turning, keeping us disoriented and uncertain of how near we are, but ever moving inward.

And that courageous line –

I may not ever complete the last one, but I give myself to it.

We walk the winding path, not out of certainty, but because it is the only path worth walking. Walking that road, quietly, with attention, one foot in front of the other, becomes meditation. It becomes worship. Each ring, whether near or far, is a layer of our lives that is blessed by our passing through it.

Walking the circling path is not only the way to the center, it is actually part of the center. We learn to participate in the center by first walking the path. Obsession with the destination becomes an impediment to reaching it. Instead, by patiently inhabiting each step, we discover the center in ourselves... and our feet naturally end up there, as well.

We walk with our whole selves –

and I still don't know: am I a falcon, a storm, or a great song?

On this roundabout road to God, we question our own nature. We encounter the mystery of self. Who and what are we really? Ultimately, it is in that questioning of a self that eludes definition where we find the still center.

The quieter we are, the more patient and open we are in our sadnesses, the more deeply and serenely the new presence can enter us, and the more we can make it our own, the more it becomes our fate; and later on, when it "happens" (that is, steps forth out of us to other people), we will feel related and close to it in our innermost being. And that is necessary. It is necessary - and toward this point our development will move, little by little - that nothing alien happen to us, but only what has long been our own. People have already had to rethink so many concepts of motion; and they will also gradually come to realize that what we call fate does not come into us from the outside, but emerges from us. It is only because so many people have not absorbed and transformed their fates while they were living in them that they have not realized what was emerging from them; it was so alien to them that, in their confusion and fear, they thought it must have entered them at the very moment they became aware of it, for they swore they had never before found anything like that inside them. Just as people for a long time had a wrong idea about the sun's motion, they are even now wrong about the motion of what is to come. The future stands still, dear Mr. Kappus, but we move in infinite space.

Ich lebe mein Leben in wachsenden Ringen, die sich über die Dinge ziehn. Ich werde den letzten vielleicht nicht vollbringen, aber versuchen will ich ihn.

Ich kreise um Gott, um den uralten Turm, und ich kreise jahrtausendelang; und ich weiß noch nicht: bin ich ein Falke, ein Sturm oder ein großer Gesang.

I live my life in widening circles (set me free)

Starry Night (Vincent van Gogh), Widening Circles by Rainer Maria Rilke (tr. Joanna Macy), Commentary by Ivan M. Granger, The Chartres Cathedral Labyrinth, Ouroboros, 1760 (a photograph by Granger), question mark symbol in Armenian, 지민 (Jimin) 'Set Me Free Pt.2', Letters to a Young Poet (by Rainer Maria Rilke), Ich lebe mein Leben in wachsenden Ringen (by Rainer Maria Rilke)

747 notes · View notes

jaune-submissive-and-breedable · 2 months ago

Note

A part 2 to that Glynda pegging class: Glynda lets some students take a 'practical' test with Jaune in class.

Glynda chuckled as she watched her students scramble out of their seats, eager to have a chance at pegging their blonde classmate. She knelt on one knee in front of Jaune, lifting his chin and smiling.

"I hope you're ready, Mr. Arc. Your classmates are quite eager to have a taste of you." She cooed, gently pecking his lips and stepping away as her first student approached.

------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Ruby's face was as red as her cloak while she thrusted into Jaune's tight anal canal. Her movements slow and steady with some passion behind them. Her hands using Jaune chest from support as she stared at his blinded face. The toy she used was a simple seven inches, but it was still enough to make him moan and get rock hurt once more.

"I'm gonna start moving faster now. Let me know if it hurts, ok?" she told him. Leaning over to plant a small kiss on his cheek.

------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Jaune screamed loudly through his gagged as Weiss began her turn. Unlike her leader, she didn't care about his comfort. Using an 13 inch avian shaped dildo, she hammered and destroyed his asshole with acute precision. Her thrusts were frequent with enough power behind them to garner a response from the boy.

"Consider this pay back for bothering so much Arc" she hissed, giving his cock a slap causing it was fling pre-cum around the desk and their body. "But I think someone needs a little more discipline~"

After saying that, she places a black glyph around his tip base of his cock, blocking his cum from escaping their fleshy confines.

------------------------------------------------------------------------------

When it was Blake's turn she freed Jaune from his restrains, threw him on to the floor, placed herself onto his back, and plunged her cock deep inside his ass. Purring with delight as she heard him cried out from both pleasure and pain from her chosen toy. She began moving her hips slowly before gradually increasing in speed and force. In doing so, she inadvertently, or purposefully, caused her ass cheeks to clap together, giving all present a good view of her bellabooty twerk.

"S...Stop...please!" Jaune cried out.

Blake's chosen toy was a feline shaped dildo, 13in long, 3in in girth, and equipped with barbs that scrapped against his anal canal, causing him to cried out. Hearing his plea, she leaned into his ear and told him.

"Be a good boy and I'll let you fuck my ass later~" She purred, gently kissing his cheek and continued her thrusting

_____________________________________________________________

"MeRcY PlEaSe!!!" Jaune cried out once it was Yang's turn.

The blonde in question had him bent over Glynda's desk and shoved her massive 20in long horse cock in and out of his ass with reckless abandon. Her d cup breast bouncing wildly as she thrusted in and out of the arc boy, her grunts harsh and animalistic. Her cock created a grotesque bulge in his stomach, making some of her classmates cringe while others bit their lips.

"Fuck! How is he still so tight?!" she growled.

Yang turned him on his back roughly, never taking her cock out of him. Grabbing his face, she smashed her lips against his in a sloppy and heated kiss. Pulling away, she lick her lips as she stared him down. Promising to herself she'll definitely do this again.

------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Much like yang, Nora opted for pure power in thrusts over any semblance of technique. Holding Jaune in a mating press, she hammered her cock in his ass rapidly, their hips colliding with meaty slaps. Her ursine cock forgoing length in favor of girth making his ass stretch to impossible lengths. Her breathing rapid and harsh. She looked down at her still blind leader panting beneath her. His face red and mouth open releasing pained pants. She lowered herself so her face was an inch away from his, her breast squished against his chest as she did. Rather than say anything she slammed her lips into his, capturing him in a deep and sloppy make out secession. Ignoring the wet and sticky sensation on her chest.

------------------------------------------------------------------------------

For many, it was not surprising to see Pyrrha pegging Jaune. What was surprising was the girthy and lengthy lupine cock she chose to peg him with. Taking him in missionary, she gently, but forcefully, thrusted inside his anus. Using one hand, she played with her tit and moaned with pleasure, while the other stroked his cock to full mast once more, earning more groans from the boy.

"It's alright Jaune" she cooed. Leaning forward to plant a gentle kiss on his lips. "You've been such a good boy, you deserve a reward."

Moving hand away from her tit, she removed his blind fold exposing his eyes to his onlookers. They squinted at first, but quickly adjusted allowing for Pyrrha to see how red and watery they were from the ongoing lesson. Smiling softly, she kissed his cheek and pushed her toy deeper into him, cooing and complimenting him as she pushed her toy's knot into his ass.

------------------------------------------------------------------------------

"Very Impressive Ms. Fall" Glynda complimented from the sideline.

The false maiden smirked and leaned back on the desk, using her arms prop herself up. Unlike her fellow classmates, she instead made Jaune ride her cock himself, with the boy in question panting heavily as he bounced up and down. Sweat layered his entire body, his cock bobbed up and down weakly, his tongue hung from his mouth and eyes rolled back in his head. His hands gripped her thighs tightly as the used them for support. All the while a simple black dildo was repeated swallowed up by his asshole, which clung to its length greedily.

"Just like Nikos said~" she replied "He's just a good boy~"

------------------------------------------------------------------------------After what seemed to be hours, Jaune was finally able to rest. His body was sore and broken from the various treatments he received from his classmates. His cock was completely softened with a thin line of cum leaking from the tip and his balls sagged as they milked of their contents. His body was motionless save for a small twitch every so often. Finally, his face contorted into a look of permanent pleasure. His eyes were rolled back in his head while his tongue hung from his mouth.

Glynda knelt beside the boy, wrapping a blanket over his nude form, and planted a gentle kiss on his cheek.

"I believe you've earned your extra credit points, Mr. Arc" She stated calmly.

She stood up with a heavy sigh. Surveying her classroom, she saw various cum stain littering the desks and floor. It would be a hard clean up job, but she'll manage. Sitt back at her desk she began reviewing each of her student's performance today.

"I Ms. Xai long and Valkryie for sure requires a bit more practice...." she said as she began her reviews.

33 notes · View notes