#skye's lovely knowledge

[technikki]

ray and ayshe parallels make me soo unwell its insane. you have a girl who was raised by a demon that gave her nothing but unconditional love and a boy who was raised by a human that abused him and made his life miserable for 6 years. that volume 19 side scene that begins with ‘your father... was a good parent.’ ‘he was a monster, you know.’ ‘doesn’t matter.’ and ends with ‘my mother was human, but... to me, she was always a monster.’ and the fact that this is a conversation between two 13 year-olds. 

ayshe’s dad going ‘well, i’ll just think of her as one of the dogs.’ when he first takes ayshe home because he has no idea how to care for a human, but he does have dogs that he cares for and loves vs isabella, who has raised countless human children, calling ray a dog straight to his face as a way to dehumanize him, a subconscious reminder of just how little she values his life in the end. ayshe’s hatred of humans and refusal to speak to them sparked by the ones that murdered her father and her vow to get revenge vs ray referring to his suicide attempt as his ‘retaliation’ paired with the chilling, almost manic degree of excitement in his voice as he practically screams about how he is a human being. shirai what is your problem

[skyloftian-nutcase]

Yeah, I’ve eaten enough. Just had dinner actually. I just tend to get super shaky whenever mine starts until it ends, no matter how much I’ve eaten.

Hm, interesting 🤔 I tried looking stuff up and it seems like a lot of the symptoms are attributed to PMS rather than when you’re actually menstruating, so I honestly don’t know. Hormones can do wild things :-/

[uispeccoll]

Voices from the Stacks

Ul'nigid'

Ul'nigid'is a moveable book by artist Rhiannon Skye Tafoya, created in 2019 at the Women’s Studio Workshop in Rosendale, New York. This is edition six of 44, signed by the artist.

The book can take on multiple forms and shapes, with an accordion pamphlet and movable walls made of woven paper. When fully unfolded and standing up, the book resembles a basket. It features five poems in English with accents in Cherokee syllabary. The poems are those of remembrance, healing, love, home, and heritage. The cover shows an illustration of the artist’s grandmother, and the title is printed in both English and Cherokee.

The piece draws on traditional Cherokee weaving techniques used for river-cane basket making, but with the artists own contemporary weaving design. Instead of white oak and rivercane, she uses handmade paper. In her artist’s statement, Tafoya explains that the weaving design “represents the energy of my indigenous lineage as well as the urge to break out of boxes that a colonized society puts my identity, culture, and art into.”

The book was made in honor of the artists maternal grandmother, Martha Reed-Bark, who was a Cherokee medicine-woman and basket weaver. The title Ul'nigid’, which translates to “strong,” embodies her resilience and spirit.

From the publisher: “Ul’nigid’ is a demonstration of love and remembrance, wherein each technical process portrays strength and delicacy, allowing the artist to communicate a contemporary indigenous voice with deep influences from her traditional grandmother.”

Rhiannon Skye Tafoya is a printmaker, weaver, digital designer, and book artist affiliated with the Eastern Band Cherokee and Santa Clara Pueblo tribes. She earned her Master of Fine Arts in print media from Pacific Northwest College of Art in Portland, Oregon, and her Bachelor of Fine Arts in printmaking and sculpture from the Institute of American Indian Arts in Santa Fe, New Mexico. In her work, Tafoya seeks to share and preserve personal and familial stories, cultural knowledge, and the Cherokee language, while still paving her own journey through contemporary art.

Explore more artists’ books on InfoHawk+, the Book Arts Research Database, or visit us in person.  

-Anne M, Olson Graduate Research Assistant

[scotianostra]

December 12th 1902 saw the birth of Nan Mackinnon or, to give her her Gaelic patronymic, Nan Eachainn Fhionnlaigh, at Kentangaval, Isle Of Barra.

Nan was a tradition-bearer, whose remarkable memory, enthusiasm, and love of the Gaelic oral tradition has ensured that her wealth of knowledge has been preserved and shared with future generations. She became known as Nan of Vatersay, or Nan of the songs.

Nan was the youngest of seven children. Her father, Hector (Eachann Fhionnlaigh), was also born and raised in Kentangaval, and was descended from the MacKinnons of Strath, Skye – the historic grazing constables to the MacNeils of Barra until the 19th century. Nan's mother Mary was from Mingulay, and had strong connections with the MacPhee family, who – according to local tradition – came to settle in Barra in the 14th century. Nan grew up in what was a politically tumultuous time in the Highlands, and this influenced her early life greatly. Despite having won security of tenure twenty years before Nan was born, there remained a strong sense of injustice at the uneven distribution of land in the Highlands. Having spent her early years in Barra, in 1907 Nan's father was part of the 'Vatersay Raiders' – landless cottars from Barra and Mingulay who carried out a land raid on Vatersay, establishing crofts on the neglected land. Despite the eventual failure of the Land Raid, Nan's family were eventually given a croft in Baile, Vatersay following the purchase of land on the island by the Congested Districts Board.

Nan's repertoire was among some of the most extensive and varied of her generation, and this is reflected in the recordings of her featured on the Tobar an Dualchais website. She came from a rich musical tradition, and was said to know around 400 songs by heart, most of which she learned from her mother. After receiving her schooling on the island, Nan left home when she was seventeen and – as was common for women of her age at the time – spent a number of years in service for a variety of people in Argyll. She also worked at the herring for a time, in both Shetland and Yarmouth before going to Glasgow. One of her sisters died suddenly in 1940, leaving four young children and a husband who was away at sea for long periods. Nan returned home to Vatersay to raise the children and remained there for the rest of her life.

Nan McKinnon had a great fondness for the stories and songs she knew, and she was convinced of the importance of the oral tradition to Gaelic communities. Growing up she would spend hours practising them until she knew them in their entirety. As Nan herself commented: "[Each story] tells the ways of the people that lived in those days. The waulking songs kept news alive from generation to generation. There were no newspapers, whereas today we read it in the papers and forget about it tomorrow. But the songs kept it alive. Those happenings that happened centuries ago are still to be told in song and story. It's wonderful." Over and above her repertoire of songs, Nan was also well known for her tales and legends – often of a supernatural nature – and her captivating story style. She also had a deep knowledge of the traditions of Uist and Barra, and was recording speaking about a variety of subjects from cures to feast days, to interpretations of omens and dreams. Her knowledge of the material culture of her native island was also extensive, and her recordings include discussions about traditional diet, including about what would be eaten when food was scarce.

There are almost 1,000 recordings of Nan on the Tobar an Dualchais website, the earliest dating back to 1953 when she was recorded by Donald MacPherson for the Canna Collection, several other visited her and recorded her over the years, she must have been quite the wee celebrity on Vatersay

James Ross summed up her significance as a tradition-bearer by saying: "Nan is the type of person that the folklore and folk-song collectors dream about. There is absolutely no trace of 'memory effect' as she responds to queries … Her answers are always a direct affirmative or negative, usually … the former. She never has to search her mind, and this, together with her unstinting co-operation, endless patience and subtle sense of humour, made the work of collecting a joy."

At the link below you can listen to Nan singing Griogal Cridhe, (literally "Gregor of the Heart", or "Beloved Gregor". It is a traditional Scottish lament and lullaby that was composed in Gaelic by Mór Chaimbeul ("Marion Campbell"), the widow of Griogair Ruadh Mac Griogair ("Gregor the Red MacGregor") (1541–1570), the chief of the Clan MacGregor of Glen Strae, who was executed at Taymouth Castle, Perthshire, on April 7th, 1570. There are many versions of the lyrics

Griogal Cridhe

Chorus;

Òbhan, òbhan, òbhan i ri

Òbhan i ri ò

Òbhan, òbhan, òbhan i ri

'S mòr, mo mhulad, 's mòr.

'S iomadh oidhche fhliuch is thioram,

Sìde nan seachd sian,

Gheibheadh Griogal dhomhsa creagan

Ris an gabhainn dìon.

Eudail mhòir, a shluagh an Domhain,

Dhòirt iad t'fhuil o'n dè,

'S chuir iad do cheann air stob daraich

Tacan beag bho d'chrè.

B' annsa bhi le Griogal cridhe

Teàrnadh chruidh le gleann,

Na le Baran mòr na Dalach,

Sìoda geal mu m' cheann.

Chan eil ùbhlan idir agam,

'S ùbhlan uil' aig càch,

'S ann tha m'ùbhlan-s' cùbhr' ri caineal

'S cùl a chinn ri làr.

'Nuair a bhios mnàthan òg a'bhaile,

'Nochd nan cadal sèimh,

'S ann bhios mis' air bruaich do lice,

'Bualadh mo dhà làimh.

Many a night, wet or dry

weather of the seven elements

Gregor would get me a rocky shelter

Against the storm

Greatest treasure in all the world

They spilt your blood yesterday

And they put your head on a post of oak

A little way from your body

Would that I were with beloved Gregor

Herding cattle in the glen

Than with the great Baron of the Dale

White silk around my head

I have no apples at all

Others have all the apples

My apple with the fragrance of cinnamon

The back of his head to the ground

When the young women of the village will be

Tonight sleeping soundly

I will be at your graveside

Beating my two hands

With the above being a lament I thought I would post another song from Nan, Haoi Ho Nach Dannsadh Sibh E is a much more upbeat song, according to the notes Nan’s mother heard this song from Lewis women at the fishing. Another source tells me that this is the only variant of that song, so without t the work of the likes of Donald MacPherson, and indeed Margaret Fay Shaw, some of these songs would have been lost to the world, they are an integral, very important part of our Gaelic roots. This song is a light vocal dance tune with a love theme. The song is of the type common among the women who worked as herring gutters.

https://www.tobarandualchais.co.uk/track/108438?l=en

[thedarkone121]

TGS Advent Day 11: He Finally Took Her To Scotland

After some troubles with doing my storyboard assignments first and then the file being too big for Tumblr, I can now showcase my participation for the TGS Advent Calendar by @ilovebeesandallthat! And what better way to do that than to draw Jekyll and Anne-Marie visiting Scotland! Here we have the Isle of Skye, a famous landmark in Scotland that is a huge hotspot for visitors in the modern day! It has beautiful mountain ranges, dramatic cliffs, and a great hiking spot! A perfect place for Anne-Marie and Jekyll to explore!

Fun fact; one of things that brought Jekyll and Annie close together was his decision to sing her Scottish ballads after she said his taste in music was awful in their first meeting. The girl fell in love and the rest was history.

Anne-Marie was always curious about her dad’s Scottish origins. Sure, she knows all the songs but she loves hearing her Dad talk in his Scottish accent. She’s actually asked him if he could teach her Scots but it didn’t happen. One because Jekyll knows she’ll use her knowledge for evil and two, he’s still going through the British repression of hiding his immigrant status. But I like to think one day, when Jekyll is comfortable enough with himself, he’ll take his daughter to Scotland.

[minghaoslatina]

THE DEAL WITH HOCKEY PLAYER 77

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university and hockey au

popular boy! seonghwa x good girl! reader x bad boy! san

warnings: cursing, food mentions, fluff, angst, alcohol, sex mentions, i have no knowledge of hockey, i have only read the deal by elle kennedy 😭, this has nothing to do with ateez in real life, each chapter will contain different warnings

quick summary: you only transferred universities to meet your online best friend, karina. you didn’t expect to meet handsome hockey players and fall for them. karina warned you about them, but you didn’t listen, of course. the popular star player from your new university wants you to tutor him, but his rival from another school wants your heart. is it cause he really wants it or is he trying to get a rise out of seonghwa for some reason?

❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

playlist 🎧 (the fic’s vibe—not in any order)

ditto by newjeans

training wheels by melanie martinez

love 119 by riize

butterflies by tyla

company by justin bieber

is there someone else? by the weeknd

cinnamon girl by lana del rey

collide by justine skye

it’s you by ateez san, wooyoung, and yeosang

take a bite by beabadoobee

mirrors by justin timberlake

labyrinth by taylor swift

valentine by laufey

bewitched by laufey

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part 1 coming next week

THIS HAS BEEN IN MY DRAFTS FOR TOO LONG

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taglist 💗

@hanni-bae44, @thunderous-wolf

[mmmelahii]

Mel audiodrama rec list!

I'm gay sad and picky, read into that how you may - in no real order - heed each show's TWs

RED VALLEY!! LOVE THIS SHOW TO DEATH. Great beginner audiodrama, such excellent audio and writing and chemistry and woayfhhtm. Cried a lot. A good amount of existential dread. Ough

Woe.begone: lots of wbg brainrot as of late. Genuinely the most scary podcast ever to me - but only if you think about it. Don't get too attached to the ARG format of the first season. Its long, a mind fuck, and not for everyone. It took me 2 tries over a year and a half to lock in properly. Best consumed in a binge as to keep the plot threads fresh in mind. Great discord server <3 cried a lot too

The Grotto: Wbg has great music but Grottos hits different. It makes me want to teeth. I adore the writing personally, but be OK with your pov character sort of being a toxic person. He's trying he really is. This show portrays nuances of grief and mental health issues so well imo. Also great discord server <3

The Kingmaker Histories: Very very charming writing and world building. The world building is alternate history in a way that the fantastical elements occur to you naturalistically as you listen. Lovely lovely cast. Self aware about its tropes and excellently uses em to their advantage. Acknowledges a lot of the darker facets of history in an almost satirical manner to its absolute benefit

The Bright Sessions: Was actually my first full audiodrama! Was obsessed with it for a while. A good comfort listen imo, it's character chemistry is definitely a strong suit; a very human look at fantastical people

Fawx & Stallion: Narm-y but so genuinely charming. I absolutely love the casting choices, I think they're all so perfect for the characters. I'd almost call it a satire played straight, where the main characters behave in nearly caricature levels of eccentricity, but their consequences are shockingly grounded. It's pleasant! Can't wait for the next season

Ethics Town: I'm a philosophy sociology student, legally cannot not recommend. It subverted my expectations for what the format of the story would be tbh! In a neutral way, it just took me by surprise the first time. The world building is very fun and relatively unique, it gets you attached in a way that can really make your stomach drop

The Mistholme Museum of Mystery, Morbidity, and Mortality: SO GOOD AND SO SLEPT ON!! I loved this show so much, its one of those that leave you craving for something to hit you the same way it did. One of my favourite anthology shows, mainly because of how interlinked the over all plot is to all of it, all while keeping the stories so fresh and invigorating. Listen to it!!!

SCP: Find Us Alive: The characters and cast are excellent; and I like how strained and tense the relationships between them get! It's not necessarily comfortable to listen to, but it's investing and leaves you on edge just like the characters would be. I like their personal lives breaching the strict professionalism of their work gradually. No prior knowledge of SCP really necessary

Jar of Rebuke: Really poignant in the alienation it portrays. I love the way Jared experiences the world and himself; his understanding of his own gender, the way that his innate abilities don't correlate to those of others, the way that he never feels quite like he's saying the right thing, it's all such mfmfjdndmdm good show. Unfortunately audio does sometimes tick off my sensory issues

Neighborly: I LOVE GOTHIC HORROR SO MUCH OH MY GOD. I love the narrative structure and the domestic horror of this show. The ambiance and the dreamy story telling all excellent. The one issue I have is that listening to it with headphones REALLY fuck with my sensory issues :((

Blake Skye Private Eye: Really slept on imo! The exaggerated noir setting and pacing are great, unfortunately the audio leveling does mess with my sensory issues :( is someone willing to lend me a better auditory system

Shelterwood: As aforementioned I LOVE GOTHIC HORROR SO MUCH. THE SUBLIME. THE DOMESTIC SUSPENCE. LOVE THAT SHIT. I really love the sound design here. Characters are so so real. Love them. Can't wait for more

Keep it Steady: Fuck fuck fuck man. I cried most of the way through heart brockoken this is so good I love it cant wait for more.

Speed round for podcasts I like to throw on for light hearted (to me) quick, queer fluff

- Love and Luck

- Kaleidotrope

- The Two Princes

- The Lavender Tavern

- Tales from the Low City

- Monstrous Agonies

[rainintheevening]

🍁🍁Comfy-vember🍁🍁

Day 1: New Day

Grant Ward & Phil Coulson, Agents of SHIELD, AU

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"Old habits die hard."

Grant smiled involuntarily, inhaling the steam rising off his coffee. "Speak for yourself." He glanced up, watching Coulson select a mug bearing the red and blue Captain America shield and pour his own drink, add the one sugar, the dash of milk.

Routine, comforting.

I missed you, burned on the tip of his tongue, but he'd already said it enough.

He had woken at take-off, and Agent May had already come and gone with her morning beverage, apparently preferring the solace of the cockpit, even with the Bus on autopilot.

"What are you reading?" Coulson sat next to him at the galley bar, glanced over.

Grant flipped the front half of the book up so he could see the cover. David Grossman's On Combat. "Re-read. Think I'll make it Skye's first required read."

Coulson's eyes flicked up to hold Grant's, a probing look, before a smile flickered across his face. "Good idea. Maybe balance it with Jane Austen though?"

Grant snorted a laugh. "There's a reason I hated English, you know."

"Really?" A raised eyebrow. "And here I thought you liked reading."

"Come on. I only survived senior year Shakespeare because we got to put on our own version of Julius Cesar, and I got to be stabbed."

"You were good at that." Coulson blew on his coffee, smiling a little, gaze unfocused as if remembering.

A sudden ache in his throat, and Grant had to look away, down at the page he could no longer read. Sure, it had been almost a week since the man he called "Dad" had returned from the dead. But it had been an incredibly hectic week, with Rising Tide hackers and exploding people, and even now they were bound for Costa Rica to assess a good old 0-8-4. This was the first time they'd had a morning like this, slow and easy, coffee and a book and quiet banter.

He wished it could last forever, the way it had seemed to when he was 17, and the summer sun was barely up, and he was raring to be off to his job at Bell's Hardware. But he wasn't 17 anymore, and this wasn't Klamath Falls, and much as he loved his job he never knew what might happen in a day.

"Do you think Skye's settling in alright?"

He blinked back his surge of emotion, focused on Coulson's question.

Skye. Right. "I think so." She could be annoying and juvenile, but Grant had started to respect her smarts, and she could be funny too. "She has no idea how to cook though," he added. "Other than boxed mac and cheese, and microwave meals."

"You can teach her."

The confidence in Coulson's voice warmed Grant as much as his first sip of coffee.

He'd had some good teachers—Coulson, of course; Agent Huff in his first year at the Academy; and his own SO, John Garrett. But he'd never been in the position of passing on that knowledge to someone else. What if he got it wrong? What if he got her killed?

That thought had him swallowing harder than necessary. "You sure, Dad?" It came out quieter than he liked.

"Of course." A hand came to rest on his shoulder, squeezed gently. "I wouldn't give you the job if I didn't think you could do it." An old familiar phrase, and Grant couldn't answer, merely nodding his head a few times.

He would never be able to express his gratitude for having his dad back, never.

"Alright, son?"

Grant cleared his throat, turned his head away to knuckle some moisture from his eyes. "Yeah," he muttered. He glanced at Coulson, summoning a little grin. "You're on breakfast duty, you know. When was the last time you made French toast? Or do I need to teach you that?"

A snort of laughter, before Coulson cuffed him gently on the head. "Young punk," he muttered.

The smell of cooking pulled the others from their bunks, and Coulson quickly found himself swamped in the tiny galley.

Grant found himself laughing at the near-chaos, and met Coulson's gaze with a little salute of his mug across the room, before he polished off the last mouthful of coffee.

Sure it was a different morning than the ones they'd once had. But that didn't mean it couldn't be good.

[playgroundeyes]

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Hi I go by February or Grey online which isn't my real name, my pronouns are he/him but I vibe with xe/xem sometimes too! I'm an Aussie and a leftist! I REALLY LIKE MCR BUT YOU CAN PROBABLY ALREADY TELL THAT I'm an INFJ I think if I remember right and uh yeah I really like my chemical romance <3 I'm also a minor

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oh wait lastly no I don't ship real people, I respect that they have wives and kids and aren't there for people to be invasive about their entire lives (even if I may make the occasional post that may be very summer of like)

Wait also list of fics I really really love and you should totally read:

- UNHOLYVERSE BY BEXLESS JUST. PLEASE. (mcr)

- Knowledge is Power (But love won't hurt) by SupposedToBeWriting it's quite long but also really fucking good (tma)

- orange and green by to_decay_is_human, it's soooo sweet fnskdjshdhajdhdhdhdhshshsh (danger days)

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[relicsongmel]

hi! i was reading your pinned post and it made me think - what color(s) are each of the aa main characters' theme songs! :0

Synesthesia question yippee!!!!! Here are all main character themes from the games I’ve played <3 so far I’ve done AA1 through AA4 as well as both Investigations games~

Phoenix Wright (Objection! 2001): G minor—dark green

Phoenix Wright (Objection! 2002): F minor—gray-blue

Phoenix Wright (Objection! 2004): D minor—sea green

Maya Fey (Turnabout Sisters 2001/2002): A♭ major—purple (roughly the same shade as her haori <3)

Miles Edgeworth (Great Revival): F minor—gray-blue

Franziska von Karma (Great Revival): G minor—dark green (though it’s worth noting that the Great Revival themes despite being in minor use a lot of borrowed harmonies from the major mode that end up brightening the overall color a little)

Dick Gumshoe (It’s Detective Gumshoe/I can do it when it counts, pal!): C minor—sea blue

Ema Skye (Turnabout Sisters 2005): C major—yellow

Ema Skye (Scientific Detective): G major—pink

Pearl Fey (Pearly Questioning): F major—cerulean

Godot (The Fragrance of Black Coffee): D major—green

Larry Butz (When Something Smells, It’s Usually Me): G mixolydian—yellow (but some sections sound blue due to borrowed flat harmonies)

Apollo Justice (Objection! 2007): G# minor—dark magenta

Trucy Wright (Child of Magic): D major—green

Klavier Gavin (Guilty Love): E♭ major—royal blue

Kay Faraday (The Great Truth Burglar): A minor—light gray

Shi-Long Lang (Speak Up, Pup!): E minor—gold

Raymond Shields (Joking Motive): A minor—light gray (with additional analysis available here if you’re interested :3)

Justine Courtney (Goddess of Law): F minor—gray-blue

Gregory Edgeworth (A Defense Attorney’s Knowledge): C major -> C minor—yellow -> sea blue

Sebastian Debeste (First-Class Reasoning): C major -> F major -> G major—yellow -> cerulean -> pink

Sebastian Debeste (A First-Class Farewell): G minor—dark green

You'll notice that not all colors necessarily match the character's color schemes. This is because while sometimes a character design can influence my synesthetic experiences (which is a whole other conversation in and of itself), they are still primarily based on the key of the theme itself—so a character theme in C major, for example, will always sound yellow regardless of which character it's meant to represent. This is both a blessing and a curse as sometimes the synesthetic color/mood will match a character perfectly whereas other times it will be completely off the mark. But it is still a very fun thing regardless—thank you for the ask!

[prolix-yuy]

Nice.

+ a Pedro boy of your choosing 😘😘

Happy banging!

xoxo

I'm loving how much 69 is coming up with our boys, it's absolutely delightful. And one of my choosing? Hmmmmm, whoever could that be?

Pairing: Din Djarin x F!Reader

Position: 69

Word Count: 955

Warnings: Explicit, 18+ MINORS DNI, oral sex (m and f receiving), PiV sex.

Notes: Din and oral sex makes me short circuit every time, so here it is for you, my most wonderful Skye!

There were always caveats with the Mandalorian. Or Din, as you’d come to know him. He’d whispered his name to you before he undressed you the first time, not able to touch you like your lover without you knowing. There are rules, he told you, that would allow him to take you on his ship. Rules for how you would coexist, and how you could care for him. Rules for yearning, and desire, and finally confessions that reveal how much he felt the same.

Most revolve around the helmet. 

At first he could never take it off, so when he first found the wet heat of your cunt your pleasure was reflected back in the beskar. Then little things began to slip. He could lift it to kiss you, an act so soft and sensual you almost lost your footing. Then he could let you touch his face in the dark, a gentle exploration that was met with wet streaks on his cheeks. Finally, and most devastatingly for your day to day productivity, he said he could remove it if you didn’t look at his face.

Well, there are lots of ways to not look at someone.

Cheek pressed into the wall as he presses you against it, cock spearing into you from behind. His hands tight around your waist, barely pulling out before driving back in.

Bent over his Maker-damned uncomfortable bed, a hand on the back of your neck as he drilled into your noisy cunt, powerful gasps making you tingle from head to toe.

He tries not to talk too much without it on. You think it’s because his voice is so much louder outside the beskar.

But tonight he leads you to a blanket on the floor, lays down on his back, and lets you straddle him. He’s stripped down to his pants and thermal shirt, the soft curves of his biceps and pecs making tempting hills and valleys. You hope one day he will let you explore them thoroughly, press your lips to every inch of him, an armor of a different kind. 

“Cyare,” he breathes, an endearment you understand but still squeezes your heart every time he says it. “I want to taste you.”

A stronger shudder racks down your spine, your hips rolling down over his cock, rock hard beneath you.

“How?” you ask. It always has to be him who decides how your lovemaking goes. His Creed is a series of doors with heartache behind them, and only he knows which one will bring the least.

“I…saw it in a holo,” he says, the stutter of embarrassment making you smile fondly.

“Researching?” you ask, one expansive hand squeezing your thigh.

“Like this,” he says, maneuvering you to face his feet with your knees bracketing his head. You quirk a devilish smile. You’re familiar with this.

“Can I touch you too, Din?” you ask, and his own thin moan urges you to open his pants, pulling out his thick cock. Dipping down, you lick the head and press down an open-mouth kiss. Din’s stuttering groan is followed by a hiss and a thunk. You’d know that sound from a galaxy away, your body conditioned to spike arousal at the knowledge that he’s taken the helmet off. 

“Pretty,” Din murmurs, thumb caressing your slippery folds, catching on your clit and rubbing tight circles. You sigh, sliding his cock further into your mouth as he explores all of your intimate flesh. He’s hard and throbbing between your lips, and when you cup his balls you’re rewarded with a spurt of salty precum on your tongue. 

“Cyare, I can’t…concentrate like that. Just…hold me, please,” he chokes out. You give him respite and back off, licking and dragging your lips over his head as he pulls your hips lower.

The moment his tongue touches you it’s clear you’re done for. He takes a moment to explore, discover your cunt with his tongue the way he knows it so well with his fingers, and then seals his lips over you and slides his tongue fast and purposeful over your clit. He can’t be this good, he’s never eaten pussy before, you know it. Your body can’t be on the precipice of orgasm after having his mouth on you for seconds.

Maybe it’s just Din that makes you lose all sense.

He slurps and licks and noses through your slick, finding spots that make your back bow and mercilessly holding to them. You keep pulling forward just enough to get a moment of breath, but he pulls you right back snug against his face and rockets you up there once more. After the third time he growls, raspy and thick, “Cyare, cum for me, can’t wait any longer.”

It’s too much. You snap with a gasp, hips rocking hard against his mouth as he pulls you tight, tongue messy and demanding as he licks into you, swallowing loud enough that your face blazes with heat. Finally your body slumps, cheek pressed against his hip. He guides you to the floor, your eyes pressed close for a few more moments of him without the helmet. 

“Was that good?” he asks, pulling a giggle from your chest.

“Fantastic. Amazing. Sure you’ve never done that before?” you joke, and to your surprise his nose slides against yours, pulling you into his warm body. He kisses you languidly, your taste sharp on his lips. You nuzzle into his neck, body heavy and sleepy post-orgasm.

For a moment you wonder what would happen if you just opened your eyes. If you threw all sense to the wind and let yourself see the man you were quickly falling for.

But there are rules.

END

LJ’s Bangathon 2023

[technikki]

ohhhhmy fucking god. ohhh my god

[skyloftian-nutcase]

Hi, I'm running out of sicknesses to slap characters with for sicktember, do you have suggestions? I'm trying to avoid repeats and it's, uh, proving to be harder than expected.

Also here is a photo of a tiny frog I found at school:

FROGGY! :D

Hmm, let’s see, acute illness stuff 🤔

Pancreatitis, pneumonia, flu, RSV, croup, seizures, stomach bug, poison Ivy/oak/sumac/anything rash, chickenpox, strep throat, migraines, pink eye, sinus infection, mono, appendicitis, diverticulitis, bronchitis

Acute on chronic stuff:

Asthma attack, breakthrough seizure, fibromyalgia flare up, lupus flare up, so many chronic things that could act up and cause someone misery

[the-good-ol-art-corner]

Aaaa!!! I'm sorry!! I didn't post anything for Christmas or New Years,, I got sick after Christmas day and was focused on getting better

During that time, I went looking for ponies to draw and redesign, and I stumbled upon G3's Autumn Skye! I'd never seen her before but I absolutely fell in love! I found her bio to be especially cute, with her knowledge of rocks and plants (autistic queen <3)

I thought I'd try playing harder into her fall theme by giving her brown eyes and more colors to her mane, as well as a big pumpkin-looking bun :) I thought for a long while about turning her into a pegasus, but in the end I gave her a little flank fluff to maaaaybe imply she's part pegasus ^^'

Reblogs > Likes, Thank You!

[itsybitsylemonsqueezy]

So, like everyone else, I'm also getting eaten alive by the Arcane season 2 finale. It may even have awakened the Writing Beast from its deep slumber. Some here's some disorganized Jayvik thoughts under the cut:

Where the hell's my "They had us going in the first half" meme? Like, am I the only one who made it through episode 8 and the first half of episode 9 with the sick-to-the-stomach dread that it was going to crash and burn? I'll be honest, I did not think they had the chops to pull this off and yet! I stand gloriously evolved corrected! God damn!

And for that matter, where's my "Why We Have To Break Up/Why We Have To Stay Together/Why We're Getting Divorced/etc" meme too. I think that is warranted. True, Jayce and Viktor never really sell you on the divorce, but I think that just makes it funnier.

I can't fucking believe that hanahaki almost destroyed the universe. Like, that's canon, that's real. That's just what fucking happened, oh my goddddd. Viktor, jesus christ dude.

To be quite honest, I think there is a strongly justified argument that Jayce thought they were in a relationship the entire time. Canon does not disprove this. Think about it, he always refers to Viktor as his partner, he fucking introduces him that way to everyone he meets. If he just assumed that maybe Viktor was ace since Viktor never initiates touch or seems to ask for physical intimacy, he might have just thought this is what Viktor was cool with. Viktor never contradicts or asks to clarify the "partner" title. Jayce also doesn't go out looking for Mel, he kinda fell into it. And he might have assumed that if Viktor had a problem with it, he'd say something. Which in fact echoes one of the main problems in their relationship! Consistently, Jayce thinks Viktor will speak up for himself, for his needs and wants, for when he needs help, because he loves and respects Viktor and believes they are equals. Why wouldn't Viktor come to him if he needed something? Why would Viktor hide from him? And Viktor, equally consistently, literally would rather die than tell you he's dying. He will not, ever, disclose what he wants or needs and it has never occurred to him that Jayce would expect him to say if he needs something. Like, there's blame on both sides for why this fell apart. And they both assumed they understood each other perfectly and what's truly fucked is on an atomically intimate level they do, but on a higher practical, logistical level, they just talk right past each other. Viktor assumes partner only means professionally and Jayce assumes that Viktor would ask. The misunderstanding is literally that simple.

And then think about Skye! My god, she walks into this and takes one look at Viktor and instantly knows what's Wrong With Him™. And, bafflingly, Jayce doesn't! It's painfully clear to her that Viktor is incapable of thinking about anyone besides Jayce, that he's dying and refusing help at every turn, that he's beautiful and brilliant and never ever hears it when people tell him that. She sees all this instantly and, with dawning horror, sees that Jayce carries uncommonly strong affection for him. So how, in the name of all that is holy, has Jayce not noticed? How could he be this blind? And, this Skye probably didn't know, but Jayce is so fucking in love with everything Viktor does and is, he truly doesn't see the problems until it's too late. It's not that he doesn't care, quite the opposite in fact. And poor Skye just sits with that knowledge. It's arguable that she selfishly didn't explain to Viktor, but it's just as arguable, that if she had tried, Viktor still wouldn't have heard her. She knew him very well, I want to give her credit for that.

It's tragic, but also so fucking funny. "Well, I think I'm in a relationship? I call him my partner all the time and we do everything together. He makes me so happy. Pretty sure he's ace tho? And maybe he thinks we have an open relationship? I told him I slept with someone and he just kinda nodded? He looked real pale and sick, but he always looks like that. I dunno, maybe sexual stuff just grosses him out too much. I won't bring it up again. As long as he's happy, I'm happy." vs "Well, my soulmate is currently courting someone else. *painful cough* He's probably drinking with her, kissing her, *hack* making love to her. *spits blood* They're probably in bed right now, all warm skin and soft sheets. *more coughing* He's probably the happiest he's ever been. Much better than taking me to bed. Why would he want me anyway? I'm falling apart. *wracking cough and wheezing* So this is fine. This is fine. I'm fine. *coughs up more blood* I'm Fine." Fucking hilarious.

I love how much they're the same person. The only difference in their perspectives are their life experiences. They're both stubborn as the day is long, single-minded, principled, prone to fixation and overworking, desperate to be of use, to contribute, and utterly useless without each other. They get fascinated by the same things, but will gravitate towards different applications, different ends. They both have strong and meaningful relationships with women that are/were potentially romantic. They're both miserable when they're alone and their thinking will warp without someone to talk to. Loneliness haunts Jayce just as much as it haunts Viktor. It's just that Jayce came from a loving home and people were willing to give him a chance. Jayce learned how to be charming because he was expected to be charming, he had places to go and be charming. Viktor pulled himself out of abject poverty and fought for half the chances Jayce was given out of sheer brilliance and determination. Viktor has always had himself and no one else, he knows what he can do on his own, but his whole world changed when he found someone he could do it with. And discovered there was much more they could do together than he'd ever be able to do alone. There's nothing worse than being alone again after you've found that. They both know this.

Ugh, more later but, sdkfjhskjdhfkjsadfhjksda THEM

[simslegacy5083]

Not So Berry (Straud Descendants) Gen 9

Today's (9/27/2024) Episode: Life Goes On

Once Luigi was feeling better about his health and reputation, he had more freedom to focus on his family.

He began by keeping his promise to upgrade his and Noemi’s PCs.  He’d been given a high-end computer, accented in his favorite color, upon his promotion to APM King, and he used a good chunk of his and Noemi’s now quite healthy savings to buy her an equally impressive desktop.

Finally, he spent a few days putting his high-level programming skill to good use, “overclocking” both devices for maximum performance.

Noemi loved her new computer and wasted no time taking it for a test drive.

In addition to her work on Project Daisy she finally wrapped up support of her Plumbook security upgrade and jumped into an interesting new gig for a small start up transportation company.

Luigi’s Carpel Tunnel limited his game playing (and programming) time but didn’t keep him idle.

During his frequent “breaks” he noticed that playful vlogs were currently all the rage, which was a perfect excuse to spend more time with his boy.

He recorded some spirited outdoor playtime on the beach with his little man and added a playful solo vlog. When he combined the two videos, they were an instant hit with his maturing fanbase, many of whom were now parents themselves.

When he wasn’t taking trips with momma or playing with daddy Skye spent a lot of time in the play kitchen Grandma gave him on his birthday.

He was quite proud of his latest creation: “Mr. Corn Man” and showed it off to his mother with a big smile. “He very ‘licious, Momma!”

Noemi made sure to praise his creativity and encourage his new hobby. After all, both his father and grandfather had found a love for the culinary arts, and if her son took after them in that regard it would be nothing but a good thing for his future in her opinion!

In addition to spending time with their boy, Noemi and Luigi both made plenty of time for care for their fur babies.

As Roach grew, Noemi began taking long, leisurely, rides around the island and training on the horse equipment they had in the backyard. She’d won a few equestrian awards as a teen in Chestnut Ridge, and she looked forward to getting Roach ready to strut his stuff there someday soon.

Of course, their dependents and Luigi’s fanbase weren’t the only ones advancing in age, time marched on for the couple too.

Noemi’s OB/GYN pronounced her officially postmenopausal at her next visit. She’d gone through “the change” a bit earlier than usual, so her provider suggested leaving her IUD in until she was past the average age most sims hit that milestone, just to be safe. She had no issue being careful with that!

Her optometrist also gave her some good news at her yearly eye appointment. She was finally eligible for laser eye correction, if she was interested.

She’d started wearing glasses late in life, and she was eager to schedule that for right after Winterfest and once more be free of eyewear.

Watching his loved ones grow and change as time marched on had helped Luigi gain confidence and security about his family and his role in it.

During his nightly chats with his dads, he told them that he now looked forward to what the future held in store for him and those he loved, safe in the knowledge that together they would thrive, not matter what obstacles life, or The Watcher, threw in their way.

View The Full Story of My Not So Berry Challenge Here