#shamrock v

[2squeakyshoes]

Shamrock V in 2017. Gorgeous.

[jandela]

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Just a little recap! 

[theres-whump-in-that-nebula]

Alrighty… if I get caught at this point, it is entirely my own fault.

[tfsroleplay]

"Oooh one of my favorite seasonal drinks is back in stock! Sure, I could make it myself but sometimes I feel lazy..."

[sweenstar-reblogs]

My eyes r twitching over the Cillian Murphy thing bc I knew it would piss Americans n Brits off. to have to acknowledge they r discriminatory n weird abt us . but the Speed of which Irish ppl hav been accused of “playing the race/ethnicity card” and “will have destroyed Cillian’s hometown in celebration” is.

[v-akarai]

References in Servamp

Arabian mythology

Jinn. Ch. 16

Greek mythology

Elpis. Ch. 75

Moirai. Ch. 108

Pandora. Ch. 130

Pygmalion. Ch. 123

Pandora's Box. Ch. 97

Japanese mythology

Gashadokuro. Ch. 129

Kitsune. Ch. 3

Raijin. Ch. 85

Norse mythology

Baldr. Ch. 39

Bifröst. Ch. 88

Brunhild. Ch. 88

Fimbulwinter. Ch. 40

Freya. Ch. 65

Frey. Ch. 131

Gleipnir. Ch. 101

Hati. Ch. 91, 131

Hod. Ch. 39

Hliðskjálf. Ch. 96

Idunn. Ch. 65

Loki. Ch. 15

Mimir. Ch. 29

Mjölnir. Ch. 53

Ragnarök. Ch. 101, 122, 131

Sigurd. Ch. 101

Thor. Ch. 41

Yggdrasil. Ch. 42

Biblical references

Abel. Ch. 8

Adam. Ch. 128

Boaz and Jachin. Ch. 42

Eden. Ch. 21

Eve. Ch. 1

John the Baptist. Ch.122

Lucifer. Ch. 135

Nod. Ch. 29, events

Hinduism

Asura. Ch. 57.5, 89.

Tarot

The Fool - Mahiru. Ch. 50

I. The Magician – Night trio. Ch. 41

II. The High Priestess – Mikuni. Ch. 42

V. The Hierophant - Shuhei. Ch. 77

X. Wheel of Fortune - Junichiro. Ch. 53

XII. The Hanged Man - Tsurugi. Ch. 50

XV. The Devil – Shamrock. Ch. 72

XVI. The Tower - Touma. Ch. 47

XVII. The Star - Iduna. Ch. 73

XVIII. The Moon - Yumikage. Ch. 69

XX. Judgement - Mikuni. Ch. 144

Literary references

 "Alice's Adventures in Wonderland" Lewis Carroll. Ch. 3, 4, 7, 19, 98, 122. Misono, Lily, Dodo, Mitsuki, Yamane, Hattori, Mikuni, Bad B and Good B.

"As You Like It" William Shakespeare. Ch. 10, 38.5. Mikuni's spell.

"My Fair Lady" English nursery rhyme. Ch. 10 Mikuni's spell.

"Dracula" Bram Stoker. Ch. 12, 30. Hugh.

"Romeo and Juliet" William Shakespeare. Ch. 23, 34. Hyde, Ophelia.

"Faust" by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe. Ch. 29 Johannes.

"Through the Looking-Glass" Lewis Carroll. Ch. 29, events. Mikuni, Johannes.

"Julius Caesar" William Shakespeare. Ch. 23, 84. Hyde.

"Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde" Robert Stevenson. Ch. 23, 37. Hyde, Licht.

"Macbeth" William Shakespeare. Ch. 24, 31. Kuro, Saint Germain, Mahiru.

"Night on the Galactic Railroad" Kenji Miyazawa. Ch. 26, 142. Higan, Tsubaki.

"The Little Prince" Antoine de Saint-Exupéry. Ch 30, 67. Kuro, Mahiru, Sloth demon, Gear, probably Jeje.

"Hamlet" William Shakespeare. Ch. 33, 34. Hyde, Ophelia.

"The Phantom of the Opera" Gaston Leroux. Ch. 36 Licht and Hyde technique.

"Peter and Wendy" James Barry. Ch. 44, 56, 74. Tsurugi, Touma, Mahiru.

"Ring a Ring o' Roses" nursery rhyme. Ch. 53 Junichiro's spell.

“Peter Pan in Kensington Gardens” James Barry. Ch. 53, 75. Tsurugi, Touma.

"Death in Venice" Thomas Mann. Ch. 55 Gilbert technique.

"Total Eclipse" a play by Christopher Hampton. Ch. 55 Rayscent's technique.

"The Morning of the Last Farewell" Kenji Miyazawa. Ch. 57.5 Tsubaki.

"Spring and Asura" Kenji Miyazawa. Ch. 57.5 Tsubaki.

"The Catcher in the Rye" Jerome Salinger. Ch. 62 Shuhei.

"Four and Twenty Blackbirds" Agatha Christie. Ch. 62 Shuhei's spell.

"Metamorphosis" Franz Kafka. Ch. 62 Shamrock technique.

“The Nighhawk's Star” Kenji Miyazawa. Ch. 62, 76. Shamrock technique.

"Rock-a-bye Baby" an English lullaby. Ch. 70 Touma's spell.

“Schlafe, mein Prinzchen, schlaf ein” lullaby. Ch. 70 Touma's spell.

"Who Killed Cock Robin" an English nursery rhyme. Ch. 70 Yumikage's spell.

"The Wonderful Wizard of Oz" Lyman Frank Baum. Ch. 70, 88. Tsukimitsu brothers’ spells.

"Daddy-Long-Legs" Jean Webster. Ch. 74. Dark Night Trio, Touma.

"King Lear" William Shakespeare. Ch. 86. Hyde.

"The House of the Sleeping Beauties" Yasunari Kawabata. Ch. 86. Iori.

"The Divine Comedy" Dante Alighieri. Ch. 118, 120, 121. Niccolo, Ildio, Gluttony demon.

“A Brute's Love” (人でなしの恋) Edogawa Rampo. Ch. 122 Mikuni, Lily.

"Coppelia" ballet Leo Delibes. Chapter 122 Mikuni, Lily.

"Salome" Oscar Wilde. Ch. 122 Mikuni, Lily.

"Turandot" opera by Giacomo Puccini based on the play by Carlo Gozzi. Ch. 129, 136. Lily.

"The Tempest" William Shakespeare. Ch. 131. Licht and Hyde.

"The Old Man and the Sea" Ernest Hemingway. Ch. 134 Hugh.

"Flowers for Algernon" Daniel Keyes. Ch. 135 Hugh.

"Jane Eyre" Charlotte Brontë. Ch. 136. Hokaze.

"Madama Butterfly" opera by Giacomo Puccini. Ch. 136. Lily.

"Hansel and Gretel" the Brothers Grimm. Ch. 140. Faust and Otogiri.

Music

"Für Elise" by Ludwig van Beethoven. Ch. 34

"Jesu, Joy of Man's Desiring" by Johann Sebastian Bach. Ch. 125

Sonata No. 17 "Tempest" by Ludwig van Beethoven. Ch. 131

Movies

"It's a Wonderful Life" (1946). Ch. 131

"Life is Beautiful" (1997). Ch. 131

I believe this list can be expanded. Somewhere I’ve written only chaps when some reference was mentioned for the first time and omitted all further mentions.

Special thanks to hello-vampire-kitty, joydoesathing and passmeabook, because some works wouldn’t be included in the list without their observations.

[thedorfmirrin]

🍀Mito Aino-Good Luck Summer's Rain Ver.🍀

In the Magia Record discord there is a little art contest for fanmade original magireco alts- here is my entry!! My fav character, Mito, and referencing both her shamrock motif and everybodys fav memoria (Mito Rain); so i gave her a cute little rainy day poncho outfit where she attacks with a rainy shamrock umbrella!

I hope it came out good, Im kinda proud of the posing ^v^ ~☆

• Btw if ur part of the magia record discord server u totally should check out the entries - and vote for mine for the ones you like the most :D

[c00kietin]

It's the 17th of March, so y'know what that means-

Happy Saint Patrick's Day to you all! I know the majority of you probably don't celebrate, which is fair, BUT I decided I wanted to talk a little more about the country I was born and raised in- the Emerald Isles of Ireland!! :D

If you're just here for the art, well here ya go! However, if you want to learn more in a VERY long post:

Just to start off, here's the Irish flag and the Ivory Coast flag! Wanted to add this because they can get easily mixed up (I got them muddled up a LOT when I was younger-)

Since it is Saint Patrick's Day, I should probably elaborate what that's about- what I've been taught in school is that Saint Patrick preached the Gospel to the Irish, one method including the shamrock to represent the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit. Of course, and the whole "he drove the snakes out of Ireland" but don't worry. There are still snakes in Ireland. And I'm pretty sure "snakes" is a metaphor anyway. And, turns out, he wasn't even originally from Ireland- he was British! Oh yeah, and he was kidnapped by pirates to become a slave when he was a teenager for 6 year s -

Here are some stereotypes or the first things that pop into your mind when you think of "Ireland"- leprechauns, short gingers, "Top of the mornin' to ya" and our love for spuds and beer. And, to tell you some stuff about them too!

Leprechauns originally wore red! They pop up in fairy tales quite often too.

Ireland is second when it comes to having the highest percentage of gingers with 10%, with Scotland having 13%. As for being short, I reassure you, there are plenty of tall and/or lanky people around. (A lot of my teachers are like this-)

I've heard no one say this as a greeting. The only Irish person I can think of who does is Jacksepticeye. You might be more likely to hear "How's it going?" or "What's the crack?"

As for loving beer, we are one of the highest consumers for it, but there are many other higher consumers! Also, I don't know if this is a thing in America or not, but we tend to call them pubs. Bars are a bit more...fancy? I don't know how to describe the difference.

And for loving potatoes? Okay. This is probably true lol. Almost everyone I know likes potatoes (with some exceptions). And, of course, who can forget the Great Famine when blight destroyed the potato crop and killed around a million people- spuds were a huge source of food back then.

And now, for language! Here are some I'm used to hearing quite regularly (and use often, too!)

Another two that I want to add are more Cork exclusive, but saying "boy/girl" at the end of sentences and using "like" a lot is quite common (especially the like one- I say "like" all the time ;v;).

And now, Irish itself! Now, I'm not going to tell you anything major (I'm not a teacher) but I will try my best to explain a little!

Irish is not the main language of Ireland but in some particular areas (shown in the right image) there are regions called Gaeltacht districts which predominantly speak Irish. Their Irish would be a lot better than my school-knowledge based Irish :'D Another thing to add is that different provinces (the provinces shown in the middle image) have different versions, or pronunciations of some words. Being from the province of Munster, I've been taught the "Munster" pronunciations and words.

So..."Tá mé éan sásta" would mean "I am a happy bird" :D

I apologise for how messy my writing looks-

OKAY. ONE MORE THING I WANTED TO COVER IN THE IRISH LANGUAGE IS THE NAMES, because I've seen plenty of people online and in real life joking lightheartedly how hard Irish names are pronounced. So here are some Irish names!!

Saoirse - this one is brought up quite a bit- It can either be pronounced as "seer-sha" or "sair-sha"!

Róisín - "roh-sheen" !

Eoin - even I had a hard time pronouncing this when I was younger- it's pronounced as "owe-in" like "owing" but without the g!

Fódhla - I remember this appeared in the newspaper once and a family member was baffled by it- it's said as "foh-la" :]

Another I want to mention is Eilish- you probably know it thanks to Billie Eilish, which is pronounced as "eye-lish"- but it can also be pronounced as "eye-leesh"!

Last one, Sinéad- you may have seen this one once or twice as is pronounced "shin-aid" :D

And now, some more quick stuff!!

Musicians from Ireland!!

On the left you have Hozier (love his music!! :D) and the right is the Cranberries!!

Some other Irish artists you may be familiar with are U2, Thin Lizzy, Westlife and Sinéad O' Connor!

Some popular Irish snacks!!

crisps/chips!! (I love em both dearly)

of course, how can I not bring up Irish bread: soda bread and blaas :D

Hot chicken rolls!! (seriously how are these not more popular elsewhere-) and spice bags!! (chips with spices, peppers. maybe chicken)

Animal wise, we haven't got anything too crazy, but we do have one of the largest breeds of dog, the Irish greyhound and the now extinct largest deer, the elk.

I think I'm beginning to run low on space, so I'll end it there!! If you're also Irish, free to add on facts/words!!

I don't usually say this but I would kinda appreciate reblogs since I felt like I put a bit more effort into this ;v;

So uh, yeah- Happy Saint Patrick's Day!! :D

[ducktoonsfanart]

Quack Pack Summer - Huey, Dewey and Louie vacationing with their sisters, cousins, brothers and friends and girlfriends in Hawaii - Quack Pack AU - Summer - Duckverse - Quack Pack - My version - Gift for my friend

I drew and finished it on 7/31, just in time for this seventh month.

Although summer started on June 21, which is the longest day of the year, summer is certainly not worth it without the most important item, which is swimming and enjoying the beach by the sea or by rivers or lakes. So in these months we can enjoy rest and sunbathing as well as fun on the beach and good swimming. So I drew my favorite characters (preteens and teens to be exact) from Quack Pack or my Quack Pack AU versions as they play. Dugan Duck (Fethry's nephew) and Shamrock Gander (Gladstone's nephew) built a great sandcastle, and Newton (Gyro's nephew) eats ice cream, and Louie Duck, who loves animals, rides a dolphin. Besides them there are also Gosalyn Mallard, Huey Duck, Dewey Duck, April, May and June Duck (Daisy's nieces), Honker Muddlefoot, Webby Vanderquack, Phooey Duck and Zico and Zeca Carioca (Jose Carioca's nephews).

I hope you like this drawing and this idea of ​​a summer where they are enjoying themselves and probably in Hawaii. So the music along with it: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IbfbnjSHs3A

If you like this, feel free to like and reblog this, just don't use these same ideas without mentioning me. Thank you!

Also this is a gift for my friend @fllowerrpowerrr who is a Quack Pack fan like me. I hope you like this, I just added my characters (regular characters from other cartoons and comics from Duckverse actually), if you don't mind. ;) And for all of you who love these characters. Enjoy your summer as much as you can, as well as your vacation, given the intense heat these days.

[sethnorth]

Frank Shamrock v. Yuki Kondo

[classicboats]

Shamrock V 1932

[2squeakyshoes]

Shamrock V. 1932.

[darlingdekarios]

bad habits.

rating: explicit. 18+ only. length: 3,418 content: Jake “Hangman” Seresin x f!reader, exes to lovers, infidelity, smut [semi-public, f receiving oral, unprotected p in v, creampie]

you go back to him like a bad habit.

The last thing you expected when you lifted your gaze to the mirror when an opening door piqued your curiosity was a wave of perfectly tamed hair, the familiar shamrock green of his eyes twinkling with mischief even in the dimly lit bar bathroom. He leaned against the door as it closed behind him, reaching a hand behind his back to flip the lock as he waited for you to acknowledge him.

He still made you speechless.

“Didn’t tell me you were back in town,” he cracked open the silence with ease, always willing to fill a space with his voice. A subtle shiver down your spine confirmed you still didn’t mind hearing his voice, either. It was a cruelty considering the months you’d spent piecing together a broken heart.

“Restationed,” you finally found your voice through a tight, dry throat. Your voice was shaking with nerves and uncertain as contrasting emotions ricocheted in your mind. “The Mountain Warfare Training Center.”

He grinned the best he could with a toothpick hanging between his lips, his eyes flashing with something genuine and unmistakable – pride.

“Course you were, Compass. That’s perfect for you,” his compliment burrowed into the depths of your mind, a mental note made where you could recount it at a later time when you were full of doubt. He’d always known how to stroke your confidence. “Doesn’t explain why you’re all the way here, four hours from your new station.”

“My boyfriend wanted to meet some friends from the base,” you explained, turning to lean your back against the bar counter, crossing your arms over your chest to close yourself off to him. You saw the way his eyebrows pulled together briefly, the lines you used to press kisses to appearing to communicate more than his outward façade would ever let on. “I know y’ saw him out there with me.”

His jaw clenched fleetingly; the toothpick flipped in his mouth slowly as he considered his response.

“Saw him,” gone was the lightness from his voice, the sarcasm-soaked words returning. “Gotta say…not impressed. Needs a new barber.”

“Goes to the same one as you,” you remarked, tilting your head to the side slightly. He had missed the way you managed to hold your own with him, even when he flustered you a retort was nearly always made.

“Well, I guess there’s only so much that can be done,” he conceded with a mischievous smirk, your eyes too focused on his lips still.

“Why’d you follow me in here?” you questioned, fingers tapping against your biceps nervously as you spoke. His eyes flickered to the movement before they met your face again, the whispers of tenderness behind his eyes.

“You happy with him?”

“What?” you scoffed out, a nervous laugh following the word quickly. He crossed his own arms over his chest – did they get bigger since you saw him last? – his head cocking slightly to the side to mirror your expression. He raised an eyebrow before repeating his question, slowing his words to ensure they sank into you. Not that they hadn’t the first time.

“Are you happy with him?” he questioned, his eyes expressing that he already knew the answer – he could see it from the moment he’d entered the bar. He knew what you were like when you loved someone – when you really loved someone, because he’d felt it.

There was no love in how you looked at Aaron, and it didn’t matter to him if no one else around the two of you was willing to admit that – he knew the truth. And from the way your eyes had drifted back to him throughout the night – even if it was spurred by him showing off during a round of pool – he knew it was because you could never love someone else the way you loved him.

Inwardly, he wished he could tell you he felt the same. Instead, he only continued with more sneering. “I never pictured you with a pencil pusher.”

“He’s nice,” you tried to defend, mentally kicking yourself for how pathetic the response was. It not only didn’t answer the question, but you hardly thought a two-word answer was going to keep Jake at bay.

“Doesn’t answer my question,” he remarked, his eyes narrowing slightly as he awaited your next answer.

“Why are you being nosy? You broke up with me when they stationed me in Virginia for one year. You made that decision, not me,” your nostrils flared slightly, and he had to hold back a smile – he always thought it was so cute when you got frustrated. “You sound jealous, Lieutenant.”

The accusation hung in the air thick, serious – curious. He flipped the toothpick in his mouth again, choosing a response in his mind, but when he opened his mouth to speak again, he was interrupted by another small outburst of your frustration.

“Would you take that stupid fucking toothpick out of your mouth when you’re talk to me?”

He smirked around the wood, his eyes bright and playful and just as beautiful as you had remembered. He had missed this easy playfulness with you – at how no matter how much he got under your skin, no matter how annoying he tried to be, you could never hold back a smile. Even now in a poorly decorated bathroom your nose had started to crinkle upwards in amusement.

“That really why you want me to take it out?”

“Yes.”

“Liar,” now the accuser, he closed the distance between the two of you in only a couple of steps forward thanks to the closet-sized room. “Answer the question and I’ll toss it right out for you, Compass.”

A defeated sigh left your lips – he wasn’t leaving the bathroom without an answer. Without an honest answer.

“No,” you conceded, dropping your arms from your chest to rest at your waist where you nervously played with the hem of your skirt. “I’m not happy.”

“Why not?”

Had it always been so hard to focus when he was this close? It was his turn to wait for an answer now – to wait as you pulled your bottom lip between your teeth, your eyes flashing with worry. He knew this look – he hated this look.

“He doesn’t know how to treat you, does he?” he offered, his voice lower as he resisted every urge to rub his thumb across your bottom lip. His eyes remained locked on yours, “Everybody thinks you’re so tame and polite and respectful. They forget you grew up in the mountains – that you are wild.”

“I haven’t been happy in…a long time,” you confessed, comfortable this close to him again, your world tilting back onto its correct axis with him so near. It had always been impossible to lie to him, anyway. “You never thought that about me. It was never a problem for you.”

“Mm,” he hummed appreciatively, nodding in agreement. You caught the relief that crossed his face – had he worried that you’d completely forgotten him? “You’re right.”

He offered you his shit-eating grin, the toothpick ruining the perfect image – the exact smile that had made you cry for months not so long ago. Without thinking you reached up to snatch the wood from his mouth, tossing it into the trash before he could argue.

“That’s an annoying habit,” you snapped, laughter threatening to break through at his dumbfounded expression, your eyes keen on watching the way his lips parted. In your moment of victory over him, you neglected to consider how quickly he’d have a response.

“You know I like to keep my mouth busy.”

It was embarrassing how that sentence alone almost made you whimper, the heat filling up your face like an inferno as the air was sucked from your lungs. You knew your face would give away how he’d caught you off-guard – it was confirmed when he only broke out in a smile again.

“I…I know.”

“Uh huh, I know you do,” he cooed, tilting his head to the side briefly, eyes running down you slowly, appreciatively, now that he stood close enough to really take you in. “Look at you, getting all flustered. That little Airman not getting the job done?”

“No one’s been getting the job done.”

It fell from your lips before you could stop it – again, being dishonest with Jake was never something you had been good at.

“That so?”

He sounded entirely too pleased with himself, but he tried to hold back his smile for your sake. You could see the lines beside his eyes this close, the way he squeezed his lips together tighter briefly to stop the smile from breaking out.

“Do you really need to know?”

“Oh, yes,” “Yeah, I’m afraid I can’t let you out of this bathroom until I know. Sorry, house rules.”

You huffed out a breath in annoyance.

“He doesn’t…know how to use his mouth like you do,” you admitted, eyes flickering back up to his to look him directly in the eye again. “No one does.”

He closed the second to last step between the two of you then, his hands reaching out to wrap around your biceps, holding you in his tight but gentle grasp. When goosebumps broke out on your arms from the feeling of his warmth again, he knew he had you in his metaphorical clutches still, too – without any doubt in his mind now.

“That’s why you don’t like the toothpick,” he announced, his tongue sliding across his bottom lip as his hands rubbed down your arms slowly. “Makes you focus too much on what you miss.”

“Shut up,” you pleaded as his hands slid into yours, lacing your fingers together gently before giving a subtle squeeze.

“Oh, I’d love to,” you’d forgotten how he spoke to you like every word was a promise. “You just give me the magic word.”

“Please.”

“Atta girl,” he complimented, releasing your hands with another squeeze so he could grasp the hem of your skirt, pushing it up and revealing the lace underwear you wore beneath it. He hummed appreciatively again, knocking one of his feet between yours to encourage your legs apart, one of his hands sliding along your inner thigh as you spread your legs further for him.

“You been dripping down your thighs since I walked into the bar, haven’t you?” he accused in a husky, teasing tone as he sank to his knees in front of you slowly, hooking a finger through your underwear and pushing them to the side. “Just can’t help yourself, poor thing.”

“Good god would you please stop talk-“

Your words were interrupted by his lips pressing to your inner thigh as two of his fingers slipped through your folds, spreading your arousal from your entrance to clit where he rubbed a circle on the sensitive nub lightly. His lips continued to brush up the soft skin trailing to your core as he shushed you quietly. You lifted a hand and bit into it lightly just in time for his mouth to reach its destination, his tongue slipping between your folds slowly.

There was nothing that could silence the groan that rumbled in his chest as he tasted you again. His tongue lavished every inch of you as he slipped two of his fingers into you, burying them to the base as he started to suck your sensitive bundle of nerves perfectly. You bit into your hand harder to muffle the lewd moan that threatened to ring out, eyes rolling back as he curled the two fingers inside you.

Your hips rocked toward his face as he pumped his fingers into you roughly, repeatedly, reminding you that he knew every inch and every perfectly sensitive spot to rub against as his tongue continued to flick against your clit and devour every inch accessible. He only pulled his mouth away occasionally to press contrastingly delicate kisses to your thighs, smiling against the skin as he re-steadied his breath.

He pulled his fingers from you and took them into his mouth, releasing them with a pop as you fixed your eyes down on him again. At some point you’d laced your fingers into his hair, and he was perfectly disheveled now, your arousal slick coating his smirk.

He leaned forward again to run his tongue back and forth between your folds before he began to fuck you with the wet muscle, his tongue circling your entrance with each entry like he was dead set on swallowing every bit of your nectar. You had to release the bite on your hand for a proper breath when his thumb rubbed your clit, a moan finally slipping through your lips as your thighs began to shake.

“Jake.”

“Mm,” he hummed against you, the vibrations sending your hips forward against his mouth again. He moved his mouth away from you to focus his efforts on rubbing your clit faster, gazing up into your face as you bit at your bottom lip again, face glowing on the precipice of bliss. “That’s right, baby. There you go. Just needed my touch again.”

His words sent you over the edge, an impressively quiet moan ripping through your chest as your vision was blinded with pleasure. He continued to lap at your folds until your thighs stopped shaking, pulling his under shirt over his head and setting it on the counter behind you. He grasped your hips to lift you carefully, requiring no effort from you to raise you to the counter, releasing his hold to work his pants open with one hand, the other resting against your cheek. His thumb brushed against the warm skin there as he pushed his pants down his thighs, stepping closer as he grasped his thick, throbbing cock and stroked it a few times, allowing the velvet head to rub against your entrance with each stroke.

His hand moved to grasp the back of your head, pulling you forward into a heavy, bruising kiss as he pushed every inch of his length into you, groaning into your mouth as he bottomed out, reveling in the feeling of your cunt wrapping him tight again.

“Fuck,” he breathed out against your lips, moving away from the kiss to lean his forehead against yours, his eyebrows furrowed as his eyes closed to give himself even a moment to just appreciate the feeling again. You lifted your head to press a kiss to the lines between his eyebrows, something you’d always done with him, something that always made him feel so loved.

His body’s response was for his cock to twitch inside you which made you moan his name again – he took it as his order to move, removing his cock from you before thrusting every inch back in roughly.

“Feels so good, Jake,” you whimpered, your lips brushing over his jaw to his ear where you pressed gentle kisses to the sensitive skin beneath it. The quiet moans and whimpers that sounded into his ear as he continued to repeatedly thrust into you slowly, rhythmically had him teetering on the edge of self-control…what little he had left in the situation.

“I – fuck – I know, baby,” he cooed as you began to nibble on the perfect spot on his neck, unaware or uncaring if a mark was left for people to see when he emerged. He maintained his hold on your head while his other arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer roughly. “You feel perfect – just like I remembered. Like you’re made for me.”

The rhythm was gone from his movements as he began to fuck you hard, fast, desperate…like he’d wanted to do every day since the two of you had parted. He claimed your lips in another hungry kiss, slipping his tongue into your mouth greedily as he worked to reduce both of you to panting messes. When he had to release you for air, his forehead leaning against yours again as he sucked in a deep breath, you knew it was your opportunity to taunt him – knew this would be the time to pull honesty from him.

“I knew you were jealous,” you breathed out, closing your eyes. A low growl rumbled in his chest, his head lowering to kiss down your neck as he fucked you faster – it would be hard to walk out of the bathroom normally, maybe even near impossible to walk tomorrow with how rough he was being with your hips.

“I’m not jealous,” he asserted, throwing all caution to the wind as he bit into the top of your shoulder lightly, smirking as he marked your skin once again – he’d always loved how his teeth looked against your skin.

“Then why are you fucking me in the bathroom while my boyfriend is sitting at the bar?” you managed the question out between desperate breaths and quiet whimpers, your walls clenching around him tighter as he continued to give you exactly what he knew you wanted – what you needed.

“‘cause I know how much you miss me, baby.”

“Liar.”

“You fuckin’ know it.”

He silenced your rebuttal – halted you from pushing more by connecting his thumb to your clit again, immediately rubbing relentlessly fast circles and he raised his head to bump his nose against yours, offering you a genuine and light smile. There was honesty in his eyes, an unspoken concession.

That would be enough.

You moaned his name again, pressing kisses to the corner of his lips as you wrapped your legs around his waist, raising your hips to give him a better angle which he took in stride.

“That’s right, Compass,” he cooed, his eyes taking in every inch of your face as your lips remained parted, your eyes wide with tears threatening to spill past the corners as your thighs shook again. “Let me take care of you.”

He kissed you tenderly – impossibly gently compared to how his hips continued to snap into yours, the sounds of your skin coming together almost certainly too loud to go unheard. You moaned into his mouth as he brought you to another release, your fingers clutching his shoulders as your walls clenched and fluttered around him, fingernails digging crescents into his skin.

His pace remained unrelentless as he fucked you through your high, though it was noticeable how they became sloppier and longer with each one, grinding into you slowly with each one.

“You still on birth control?”

Your stomach flipped, something primal and fulfilled blooming in your chest.

“Yes,” you nodded quickly, your lips brushing against his, both of you unwilling to pull away from the kiss fully still. Your walls fluttered and clenched again at the thought of what was to come.

“Fuckin’ felt that, sweet girl,” his voice was so low, his breath hot against your neck as he panted out desperate breaths that matched the pace his hips snapped up into yours repeatedly, each thrust becoming sloppier as his release came closer. “I don’t even need to ask; I know what you want.”

“Y-yes,” you whimpered, nibbling at his bottom lip gently, wrapping your legs tighter to hold him closer. “I want it.”

“Does he get to fill you up like this? Hmm?”

“Never, Jake,” you responded to that question immediately – wanting to give him the answer he sought to push him over the edge fully. Only honesty and love laced your words. “Only you.”

He spilled into you as soon as the last word had left your lips, his release thick and hot as he filled you completely. As he slowed his thrusts to continue some more gentle, intentional movement through his spend he kissed you again tenderly, his hand coming to cup your cheek again gently. His hold on you communicated everything – he never wanted to let you go again.

When his orgasm finished, he pulled away from the kiss to watch as he removed his cock from you, licking his lips at the sight of your combined releases dripping from your freshly fucked hole. He used an index finger to push the thick liquid back into you carefully as his other hand resituated your panties to their rightful place, that signature smirk playing on his lips again.

“You have fun explaining that mess later on, Compass,” he was still fighting to catch a fully normal breath, but the words needed to be said. He pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead as he pulled his pants back up, continuing on in a whisper. “And call me after you do.”

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[ducklooney]

Duckvember - Mother Duck (Ducks) - Duck Family in Quack Pack AU

Although I'm late, I definitely drew two drawings related to the Duckvember theme of mothers. I chose three maternal figures from the Duckverse (Disney comics and Ducktales) namely Grandma Duck, Daisy and Della Duck.

The first drawing is my redraw from my old drawing plus I drew this as a birthday for Grandma Duck, or the best mommy duck, or grandma duck. Admittedly belated, but it is certainly the 80th birthday or anniversary since she first appeared. It first appeared in one of the comic strips by Al Taliaferro and Bob Karp on September 27, 1943. And certainly she is responsible for the development of Donald Duck, as well as his sister and his cousins. And all her children are together, some around her and some in the portraits. Yes, I drew Grandma Duck (Elvira Coot) as I envision her in the Quack Pack version, as well as the rest of the Duck family.

The other drawing I did was Della Duck with her sons, Huey, Dewey and Louie plus Phooey Duck (Donald's fourth lost nephew) and Daisy Duck with her nieces, April, May and June Duck. Della and Daisy are mother figures to them, and their children are teenagers. Yes, as in the previous drawing, I drew in the Quack Pack version or the way I imagine. I hope you like it. The music that inspired me to draw this I took from there: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BoH89vxiQDk

The family photos and portraits you can see in the background are Quackmore Duck, Hortense Duck (McDuck), Goostave Gander, Daphne Gander (Duck), Eider Duck, Lulubelle Duck (Loon), Fanny Coot and Aunt Gertie. Others in this drawing are Donald Duck, Daisy Duck, Della Duck, Fethry Duck, Gus Goose, Abner Whitewater Duck, Kildare Coot (Sgrizzo), Huey, Dewey and Louie Duck, Phooey Duck, April, May and June Duck, Dugan Duck (Fethry's nephew) and Shamrock Gander (Gladstone's nephew). I hope you like these drawings and ideas like this! And sorry for too many characters.

And happy belated birthday to Grandma Duck, the best grandma and mother figure ever!

[tiikerikani]

Throwback Not-Thursday (2012 v 2024)

Gerrin Goblinkicker, Dwarf Hero (sculpted by Bob Olley)

This was the last figure I painted before starting up again in 2020.

I'm known to be insufferably/irredeemably stuck in the past, so unlike normal people who might strip and repaint their earlier figures, I painted a whole other copy. This dwarf figure is still in production, so I didn't need to wrangle one from eBay at stupid prices. I even happened to have a matching base (they had come in a 3-pack and I still had the other 2—these are discontinued).

On the old version the middle of the shield is just off-center if you look at the model from that corner and it just feels like something is wrong. For the new version I decided to place him along the diagonal of the base instead of the side. I think this way it is clearer which direction he's facing—though it's actually the feet that are aligned to the diagonal and not his face, so it's still kind of off.

I considered painting a whole pattern onto the shield instead of leaving it plain wood, but I didn't want it to be too different from the old version, so I just changed the shield boss to brass/bronze for contrast.

I had placed him too far forward too; I think I was trying to center the feet on the base instead of the figure overall.

I used the same static grass from a plastic film container of it that I got from somebody. I have no memory of where it's from and this is the only figure I have that uses it. I wonder if it's from 2000/1 when I'd just learned to paint, since a pinch of grass on the base appears to have been typical on Warhammer figures from that era. Maybe I used it on Battletech figures I painted for my classmates at $5 a pop. Anyway, it sits on a bed of green stuff instead of a thick layer of PVA glue (which shrinks so you'd need a lot of it to fill up the hollow base, but that's how I did things back then. didn't know any better).

Recipes

The base blue paint on the old model was Ral Partha's Dragon Blue (highlights in Sky Blue). I still have the Dragon Blue pot and wanted to use it but the paint doesn't stick to the primer anymore so I guess it's dead. It's a bit drowned in black wash on the 2012 model, and here's what I did on the new one:

Speedpaint Beowulf Blue (as you do because, you know, vikings). I didn't shake it enough so it came out a bit purple

Thin layer of Ultramarine Blue

Wet blend Wolf Grey into Ultramarine for first highlight

Gorgon Hide for second highlight

The green base was a bit trickier since the Army Painter Warpaints do not have a match for it (maybe the new Fanatic line does, dunno). But I made it work with a solid coat of Greenskin and then Speedpaint Shamrock Green (the latter of which is a decent match).

P.S. The old Ral Partha Bronze paint is really more of a brassy color. It's not orange-ish at all.

Bonus: Super-black background tutorial (kind of)

When you take the photos, use a sheet of black velour / flocking as the backdrop; Green Stuff World sells these in various sizes but the material is originally used in other things that need to be super dark, like telescopes, so you can probably find it in places where astronomy stuff is sold.

You'll never get all the dust and speckles out of it with a tape roller so just remove as much as you can.

Editing the pictures—I use GIMP:

(Optional) Crop your image. You can do it now, or at the end like I do.

Adjust levels and do color corrections as needed.

Fuzzy select the black area around the figures. 10% tolerance worked for me, but go lower if the figures are dark. You want to avoid picking up parts of the miniatures.

Invert the selection.

Copy and paste to a new layer and put it at the top. This layer will be transparent and contain just the figures and a lot of dust speckles.

Create a new white layer and put it under the transparent layer. Now you can see all the speckles against the white background.

Clean up background with eraser tool.

Hide the white layer and create a black layer. (Or just put the black layer above the white one.)

Clean up any stray dust with eraser tool.

If fuzzy select was overzealous and took out too much (you can flip the solid layers on and off to check), copy/paste those areas back in from the original picture.