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Using the Orsa Maggiore and Orsa Minore to locate the Stella Polare. Corso Di Geografia. Vol. 4. 1922.
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"obstinate, headstrong girl" part 2 - aaron hotchner x fem!reader
read part 1 here
wc: 3000
cw: mentions of food and alcohol! enemies to lovers! poorly researched medical information lmao i am a liberal arts girly i just need it for the plot. typical bau meddling, reader is lowkey a bully but dw bc hotch is still a little bitch, part 3 to come c:Â
a/n big fat thank you to my bestie @cerisereids for all her help workshopping / brainstorming with me! i also got the BEAUTIFUL dividers from the immensely talented @saradika-graphics
You.Â
With your red dress and your attitude, throwing back amaretto sours like theyâre tequila shots - who gets drunk on amaretto sours? Theyâre basically safe to drink while pregnant. To be fair, you didnât get sloppy, or even really that drunk. By the end of the night, your eyes appeared just a bit heavy, like someone had tied miniature weights to your eyelashes.Â
Your eyelashes. Aaron had never found eyelashes, of all things, to be attractive, but here he is, in the middle of a work day with a report half-finished (and half-assed, at that), and heâs thinking about your eyelashes.Â
Heâs thought of basically every part of you already today. Your knees, your dress, whatâs underneath it. You have been sucking him into a black hole all day long, and heâs to the point where heâs halfway wishing for a serial killer so he can focus on something else.Â
He plows his hand through his dark hair, shaking off the overwhelming thoughts of you. He checks the silver Rolex on his wrist. Itâs nearly time to leave. Aaron doesnât usually do this, but he decides to leave this report for tomorrow, when he can look at the letters on the page and not see your face, hear your voice.Â
Just as he starts packing up, thereâs a knock on his open office door. Aaronâs dark eyes flicker up to see Garcia standing in the doorway, Morganâs tall frame looming behind her. âHotch, you got anything going on tonight?âÂ
Aaron shakes his head. For once, he actually doesnât. âJackâs at a sleepover,â he says. âWhatâs up?âÂ
âWeâre taking Spence and Jacqueline to this nighttime vendor market thingy,â Penelope says, scrunching her nose up with a smile. âYou remember Jacqueline?âÂ
Itâs been a week since Derekâs birthday, when Jacqueline and Spencer were introduced. More relevantly, since Aaron laid eyes on you. âI remember.âÂ
âYou wanna come with us?â Penelope asks with bright eyes. Aaron opens his mouth the decline almost immediately, but Penelope beats him to it. âY/Nâs not coming.âÂ
Aaron arches a brow. âWhat makes you think I care if Y/Nâs coming or not?â he asks.Â
âOh, câmon, Hotch,â Derek puts all his weight on the doorjamb. âWe saw you staring at her at my birthday. Itâs about time you moved on from Haley, any-â
âIf I say Iâll come out, will you stop talking?â Aaron cuts him off, grabbing his briefcase.Â
Derek ponders this for a second, even looks to Penelope as if to ask permission. He shrugs his shoulders in what Aaron suspects will be the first little white lie of the evening. ���Yeah.âÂ
How anyone was able to sprain their ankle while shopping for books is beyond you. Leave it to Jacqueline, the wide-eyed, quirkily clumsy ingĂŠnue of her very own romantic comedy, to trip over a curb while gazing starry-eyed at the oh-so dreamy Dr. Reid. She called you from the emergency room with a shrill panic lining her voice, and you immediately leapt up from the couch. You didnât even bother pausing your show on the TV, just slid some shoes on, grabbed your bag, and bolted out the door.Â
Youâre taking extra long strides, your flip-flops smacking obnoxiously against the linoleum tiles of the hospital floor. When you spot Jacqueline sitting up in the bed, still in her own clothes, you feel instant relief. At least sheâs not panicking anymore. Spencer sits diligently by her side, fidgeting with the edges of the sheets. Jacquelineâs right leg is elevated atop several pillows, with a meek smile on her face once her eyes meet yours.Â
âSpencer, youâre supposed to keep an eye on her at all times,â you joke with a weak laugh, sighing as you plop down in the empty chair beside Spencerâs.Â
âShe saw something shiny and wandered off,â Spencer shrugs, and Jacqueline glares at the both of you.Â
âThis whole talking about me like Iâm not here, thing? Not my favorite,â she deadpans. Thereâs the Jacqueline you know and love. In crowded social settings, she can be reclusive and difficult to open up. But with only a few people around - especially people sheâs comfortable around - Jacqueline is a completely different person.Â
Youâre glad she feels comfortable around Spencer after just a week of knowing him. Theyâre not even officially dating, per se, but tonight they went out with Penelope and Derek to test the waters. You think itâs cute - like two fifth-graders on a chaperoned outing to the movies, with their parents sitting a row behind them.Â
You were invited to tag along, but you didnât want to be the fifth wheel. You also were having a really long, insufferable week, and you simply needed some recharge time. So you politely declined.Â
âOh, shush, youâve got bigger fish to fry,â you tell Jacqueline playfully, eyes darting down to her elevated foot. âSo, whatâs the damage?âÂ
âSprained ankle, possibly fractured,â Spencer rattles off. âUsually an x-ray isnât required, but since Jacquelineâs having pain in her malleolar zone - that is, the top part of the ankle that connects to the tibia - the doctor ordered one. Weâre waiting on the results to come back, but I think theyâll just put her in a brace for a few weeks. Statistically speaking, only about 15% of sprained ankles result in significant bone fractures.âÂ
You release an awkward little chuckle, very nearly overwhelmed by the amount of information Spencer just dumped on you. Jacqueline shrugs her shoulders a little, like this is just how he is, and I love it.Â
You blink a few times as you absorb all of Spencerâs ramblings. âSo.. sheâs gonna be fine?âÂ
âYeah, sheâll be fine,â Spencer cracks a smile, and his thumb brushes affectionately over the top of Jacquelineâs hand. Your friend blushes furiously, ever-so-clearly under the fluorescent lighting.Â
âSo what exactly happened?â You ask.Â
Before either of them get to answer, imposing footsteps grow louder, and you hear a familiar voice say, âOkay, coffee acquired.â
Smooth like the neat whiskey he was throwing back the night you met him, Aaronâs voice drags down your spine. Your belly does acrobatic flips. You visibly tense up for a second before turning around to see Aaron with a cardboard drink carrier in his hand containing three to-go cups of coffee.Â
âOh, hi, Y/N. When did you get here?â Aaronâs voice goes flat, and he meets your eyes civilly.Â
âWhile you were getting coffee, I presume,â you deadpan, and you swear you see one of those imposing brown eyes twitch.Â
âRight,â Aaron hands Jacqueline her coffee, and then has to lean over you so he can give Spencer his. You catch whiffs of pine and espresso and dark leather. His chest is basically in your face for a solid three seconds. God, heâs broad. Heâs also in a suit, save for the jacket and tie, and your eyes catch the crinkly lines in his white dress shirt, no longer crisp from being worn all day. They look like rivers on a map. âWell, I guess Iâll be going. Glad youâre okay, Jacqueline, that was quite the fall.âÂ
âOh, no, Aaron, you donât have to go!â Jacqueline pipes up, holding her coffee with two hands. âI mean, only if you need to, but, weâre still waiting for my X-ray to come back, and I know Iâd love the company.âÂ
You look at Jacqueline with a bewildered expression. âI mean, Iâd love the company of all of you,â Jacqueline corrects, her cheeks pinkening.Â
You cross your ankles, suddenly aware that youâre in your loungewear - beige linen shorts and a blue Georgetown sweatshirt - and your hair sits in a haphazard knot on top of your head. You have to remind yourself that you donât care. That Aaron Hotchnerâs opinion of you does not matter.Â
Aaron seems momentarily frozen in place, standing at the foot of Jacquelineâs bed. His eyes dart to you as if to silently ask permission to stay, and you give a subtle, blink-and-youâll-miss-it shrug and tilt of your head. He inhales and you see his nostrils flare. He clears his throat and says, âLet me find a chair, then.âÂ
Thereâs something humorous about a man as tall and imposing and draconian as Aaron Hotchner looking for a chair in the emergency room bay of a hospital. Shoulders hunched so he doesnât inconvenience anyone. You hope he feels embarrassed and humbled by the experience. A muted smirk rests upon your lips as you watch him most unhelpfully, not even bothering to move from your seat.Â
Eventually he finds a free chair in the corner and drags it to the other side of Jacquelineâs bed, keeping a respectful distance. He looks across the bed at Spencer, who sits beside you. âDid you tell her that Garcia basically pushed Jacqueline over the curb?âÂ
Fluorescent lighting had never been so flattering before. Under its clarifying spotlight, Aaron gets to see details of you heâd missed at the bar where you first met. The texture of your skin, an extra little sliver of thigh from those linen shorts he wasnât privy to before.Â
And when he leaned over you to give Reid his coffee? He caught your intoxicating scent and now he fears it will either be stuck in his nostrils forever, or it will fade too quickly, before he can commit it to memory.Â
âPenelope did what?â Youâre asking, looking at Reid, then Jacqueline, brows creasing in the middle.Â
Aaron folds his left leg atop his right, then nods with an amused smile. Itâs clear you still donât like him - might even hate him for how cold he was to you at the bar the other night. He can tell by the way you refuse to look at him unless absolutely necessary, how your jaw visibly tenses every time he addresses you directly.Â
âI have no solid proof,â Aaron begins, offering the information as an olive branch. Your eyes snap to his and heâs jarred for a second, then he continues, the corners of his lips ticking up into an amused smile. âBut one second, I see Garcia and Morgan at least three feet behind where Jacquelineâs walking, and the next thing I know, sheâs on the ground and Garciaâs apologizing profusely.âÂ
âWhy isnât she here?â You laugh softly, and Aaronâs chest thrums. He canât diagnose his reaction to it, but your laugh, no matter how strained and merely polite it might be at this moment, could be the thing that kills him.Â
âSomething about feeding JJ and Emilyâs cat while theyâre on vacation,â Jacqueline chimes in. Aaron clocks the younger womanâs eyes and how glued they are on Reid. Sheâs been so closed off every time Aaronâs around, so this tidbit of information coming from her surprises him. Aaronâs wondered this whole time if she truly likes Reid or if sheâs just being kind.Â
You nod in understanding and lean back in your chair. Little wisps of your hair fall into your eyes and you brush them back delicately with your index finger.Â
Jacqueline pipes up again, her voice still timid and maybe a little tired. âWould you mind maybe getting me a snack?â She asks you.Â
Aaron watches the softening of your expression as you look at Jacqueline fondly. You would do anything for her, and he can tell. âOf course,â you squeeze Jacquelineâs uninjured leg as you rise from your seat.Â
âAnd maybe Aaron can go with you? Since Spence is pretty hungry, too, right, Spence?â Jacqueline proposes.Â
Your soft expression twists into one of slight irritance.Â
Aaron knows exactly what Jacqueline is up to, but it takes Reid a lingering moment to catch on. âWhat - oh, yeah, Iâm starving,â the good doctor adds, even going to far as to pat his stomach, as if to say itâs hollow in there.Â
Your eyes shrink in annoyance, and you seem to plaster a sickly sweet smile onto your lips, one that would make demons shake in their boots. You lock eyes with Aaron, as if to say, well? Whatâs it gonna be?Â
Aaron asks Jacqueline and Reid what they want, then leads the way out of the ER and towards the cafeteria. The hospitalâs signage is fairly easy to follow, and Aaron slows his usually long strides so you donât have to struggle to keep up.
He gestures to your Georgetown sweatshirt. âYou graduated from Georgetown?â He asks.Â
âNo, I just like to wear merchandise for schools I didnât attend,â you deadpan, and thereâs that goddamn attitude again.Â
Aaron considers laying it all out - right here, right now. Youâre not even thirty yet, from what Garciaâs told him. He shouldnât be attracted to you, but he is, and god, is it killing him. Instead, he just furrows his brows and doesnât say anything.Â
âYeah,â you soften a little, shoving your hands in the pockets of the sweatshirt. You seem to be cutting Aaron a little bit of slack, for whatever reason. âYeah, I went to Georgetown.âÂ
Aaron holds the door open for you when you reach the cafeteria. You feel a little bad for your snarky comment in the hallway. You were not raised to be outwardly rude. You were raised to hoard your resentment like a precious flower, nursing it so it grows big and strong.Â
âJacqueline made it really sound like an emergency, huh?â Aaron asks, following you to the line. You shoot him a quizzical brow, and he gestures to your ensemble.Â
âOh, excuse me for not wearing an Armani suit to the hospital,â you roll your eyes, but they linger on the wrinkles in his dress shirt. âYou just went out right after work, then? In your fancy suit?âÂ
Aaron smooths his fingertips over the white cotton. The color reminds you of freshly cleaned bedsheets. âYeah, and itâs not Armani, for your information.âÂ
âSorry, Mr. FBI. What is it, then, Dolce & Gabbana? Ralph Lauren?âÂ
âTom Ford.âÂ
âLike thatâs any less pretentious,â you scoff.Â
âHey, I can spend my money however I choose,â Aaron says, and you know heâs right. That doesnât mean youâre not going to give him shit for it.Â
âMust be nice to just burn cash,â you say dryly. âIâm sure your wife loves that.âÂ
âI donât have a wife.â You look at him over your shoulder and his eye twitches a little when he says this.Â
Youâre not sure why you mention a wife anyway. Maybe youâre merely curious, but then again, youâve already clocked that heâs not wearing a wedding ring. âGirlfriend, then,â you correct. âDo men your age call them girlfriends, or do you prefer the term mistress?âÂ
âMen my age?â Aaron laughs bitterly. âI donât have a girlfriend,â he says. His voice is stringent, right on the line of annoyance. You smirk to yourself and grab a tray so you can carry the food. âEven if I did, I wouldnât call her my mistress, because I donât have a wife to cheat on with her.âÂ
âBachelors in the 1800s called their girlfriends mistresses,â you point out, though your facts are coming from Bridgerton, so youâre not sure if theyâre entirely accurate. âI donât know how old-fashioned you are.âÂ
âIâm not,â Aaron says simply as you load an individual-size veggie pizza on your tray for Jacqueline, then grab a bag of chips and a soda for yourself. Aaron grabs the sandwich Spencer requested, and you lead the way to the checkout.Â
The cafeteria worker punches in your items, and then Aaronâs. âOh, weâre not together,â you correct politely.Â
âItâs fine,â Aaron insists, pulling a silver AmEx out of his wallet. You reach for your own wallet to try and beat him, but heâs already swiped by the time you even get it out.Â
You thank the cafeteria worker before gathering everything in your hands. âYou didnât have to do that,â you say as you and Aaron head out of the cafeteria. He holds the door open for you, again.Â
âItâs not a big deal,â Aaron says as you walk through the open door. âChivalry is still alive, as far as Iâm concerned.âÂ
âNot old-fashioned, huh?â You smirk as you look up at him, feeling your cheeks redden a bit. Wait, when did this become playful jesting rather than straight-up bullying?Â
âMaybe a little old-fashioned.â Aaronâs lips hint at a smile, and you feel your mouth go dry.Â
âShocking that youâre still on the market,â you say, admittedly because youâre curious about what Penelope said the other night at the bar. Something about Aaron going through a hard time.Â
âMy job requires a lot of my time,â Aaron explains. Your footsteps slow a little and he matches your pace. âEven if I found someone worth all the trouble, I donât think Iâd have the time to dedicate to a relationship.âÂ
âWorth all the trouble?â You repeat, a scoff lining your voice like a thousand tiny needles. Aaron resists the urge to visibly wince at your reaction.Â
Why youâre prompting all this relationship discussion is beyond him. Heâs a profiler, for Christâs sake, but he canât pin you down, for some reason. He lays the brickwork down and builds his walls up again. For a moment, back in the cafeteria, he was starting to let you in.Â
But, no, it doesnât matter how god-forsakenly adorable you are when you scrunch your nose or call him out on his bullshit. Aaronâs not ready for this kind of thing yet, so iciness is necessary. It protects him, it protects Jack, but - and, maybe most importantly - it protects you.Â
Youâre young and youâre willful. Youâre a goddamn hurricane, a force to be reckoned with, but your stubbornness is a house of cards. Aaron Hotchner knows that if he hurts you, the cards will fall. And he could never forgive himself for something like that.Â
So when you look at him for some kind of explanation, throwing him an arched brow and the opportunity to explain himself, he doesnât take it. Instead, he watches as you pick up your pace and walk ahead of him, leaving a hell of a view and a frustrated, fully-grown man in your wake.
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Lyrid of the Lake : In the early hours of April 24 this bright Lyrid meteor flashed along the central Milky Way. For a moment, it cast a bright reflection across Lake Nian, Yunnan province, China. The annual Lyrid meteor shower, one of the oldest known, is active in late April, as our fair planet plows through dust left along the orbit of long-period comet Thatcher. The trail of the bright fireball points back toward the shower's radiant in the constellation Lyra high in the northern springtime sky and off the top of the frame. Just rising in that starry sky, light from a third quarter moon also cast a glow on the peaceful waters of the lake. via NASA
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*cutely waves
yo! continuation from my previous work!
Random Genshin Men x F!Reader (NSFW) Pt. 2
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"oh... sorry for intruding, i came at a bad time."
"ah? the chief alchemist? i apologize for looking so ruffled, can i help you?"
diluc calmly looked at the expressionless albedo and pulled his dick out of your pussy, making his and your liquids come out of you like a leaky faucet. it was only your upper body that was on the table, so since there was so much cum, it started dripping on the floor too.
"mm, i'll need some alcohol for my experiments. or just something strong..." albedo glanced at you, "or addicting."
"heh, well we just received our latest batch."
diluc grabbed your body who was now turned to face albedo. he separated your legs and folds to show the wet lair full of cum (and some... alcohol and grape juice too).
"there's some alcohol mixed with her addicting liquids, so you can just take some samples from her. but of course, you don't have to be obligated to accept, we have more than enough alcohol to provide."
you were embarrassed, thinking that you were just some sort of product, something that only has the purpose of being used.
hearing your thoughts, you flinched and clenched over nothing, making more cum go out of your cave.
"i think i'll put you up with your offer, master diluc. though, would you still mind if i also brought some alcohol with me? i might have an idea about my next experiment..."
diluc caressed your thighs and stated at you deeply, not entirely sure about this whole event considering how you were quiet.
though he doesn't need to worry, you were already imagining the "experiments" albedo will put you through, into which diluc might have sensed as he abruptly slapped your pussy.
"darling, what's on your mind?"
"n-ngh, albedo..?" you were starry eyed by this point, throwing your last bit of shame away.
albedo chuckled, "looks like i'll have an active participant later, hm?"
he walked towards you while maintaining eye contact and grabbed you, making your whole body clutch to his.
"master diluc, i think i would pick up the alcohol some other time. this experiment is much more crucial in my opinion."
"take your time with it. have fun."
"w-wait! we're going out while i'm still like this?" you panicked, making you grind on albedo's growing tent.
albedo grunted, "ngh, stop squirming," he slapped your ass, "you don't want others to see how much of a slut you are?"
you were shocked, you never heard albedo speak like this. though, you are being turned on.
"...a cape at least?" you glanced at diluc's tailcoat, and diluc put it over you.
"thank you, ma- agh?!"
you bit your lips and grinded hard on albedo, diluc shoved something inside your pussy.
"ma-master, ngh! ah, ahn!âĄ"
you were full-on grinding on albedo now, he is grunting and slowly moving his hips with yours. the long, phallic object was being moved too by diluc's hand who was behind you, grabbing your neck.
"more! m, more! please, ah!âĄ"
albedo pushed you to diluc who easily catched you, and pulled his trousers down. he revealed a pale, pretty dick where you think it looks absolutely delicious.
diluc removes the toy as albedo replaces it with his leaking cock. it was leaking so much that there was a stain on his underwear and trousers. he put your legs up to be in an M-position, and thrusted in with all his might.
"ah! ah, ah! al-albedo! ngh, mgh!
"mgh, you're so, tight! ⥠say, master diluc, it's around four in the afternoon right now, no?"
albedo looked at diluc who was licking a juice bottle's stained and rather, shiny, shaft.
"supposedly so, you have enough time to plow that pussy before customers start to pour in."
"just like how i have enough time to pour some, sustenance, inside, hm?" albedo chuckled and asked to you, "you'll like that, right?"
you would have answered yes in a heartbeat if you weren't so fucked too hard by albedo's dick â either way, you think he got the memo when he came and started thrusting again, under the certain gaze of a red-haired man âĄ
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"albedo, pl-please! can i take a- ngh!"
"hm? why? this is a part of the experiment i'm conducting, and you're a willing volunteer. you can't go back to your words, dearie."
albedo took you to dragonspine when he and diluc heard the telltale sign of the tavern's patrons. the alchemist took running while diluc's cape was used in covering your body. albedo was still inside you while the both of you were on the run, making him go into alleyways along the way to dump his load into you.
"haah-ha? ugh, 'bedo! 'm so, so-"
"so... hungry for more dick? not to worry, we have another volunteer for this experimentâĄ"
you were situated on the bed, placed on the lap and cock of albedo. you blankly stared at him when he said that, which then the other "volunteer" made himself known from the shadows.
"huh?! albedo? what-"
you weren't able to finish formulating your shocked thoughts into words when the albedo currently ramming into you right now also rammed his fingers into your asshole.
"oh? still tight? with all the men you have before me, i would have thought they will fancy your other hole here too," albedo started to be harsher with his cock and fingers on your poor body.
while the two of you were having fun, the other albedo was walking to the both of you while holding his impressive tool.
"you see dear, he was in the back while watching the both of us. he was jerking off so sadly to your whorish moans and cries. anyway, you'll help him."
albedo decidedly said, sparing no extra thought if you wanted to or not. don't worry, deep inside he really knows you want more dick.
"m-mgh, can you swallow my cock..?" second albedo wiped your lips with his leaking meat, making precum mix with your saliva.
you nodded dumbly, opening your already gaping mouth and then swallowing his dick. not caring if you think you were over-drugged from all the aphrodisiac albedo made you consume with another albedo shoving his dick into your mouth, or if you were just really near-delirium from all the dick you were swallowing in all accessible holes.
"ngh, nh! ah, ah!!âĄ"
"mgh, so sloppy, wet- agh!"
"heh, but it's a very fun experience, don't you think?"
for a long while, only the three of you let out cries and groans. the original albedo was much harsher with his ministrations than the second chalk prince, as if letting your body know his true colors.
"my, the test subject is getting distracted even with two dicks? do you want three?âĄ"
you came with a startle where the albedo up your ass came like a river too. after uncountable thrusts, the albedo up your pussy exploded too.
"haah, hah, I..."
your ears pricked up, hearing second albedo's words while he was leaning on your body on the bed.
"mh? what did you say?"
albedo queried while thinking of the... proposition he asked to you a while ago (three cocks âĄ)!
"wan' more!"
the second albedo thrust up unexpectedly that you bit your lip, making blood draw out. the albedo in front of you seemed fascinated with the appearance of the crimson liquid, as if it was an aphrodisiac as his hips too became faster.
"?!"
you were shocked, they just came but they seemingly have no refractory period (well they are humanoids) compared to the... partners you encountered.
"ngh! ah, ah! wait- i'm gonna-!"
with your teeth almost drawing blood once more to your lips, you squirted as tears dribbled out.
"aw, is the princess crying due to over-pleasure?"
your widened eyes trailed the shocking voice outside the cave, a ginger-haired man...? âĄ
"oh, i was just thinking about my question from earlier. looks like we have the third dick for you now, test subjectâĄ"
2 (mm, methinks if there are some who are uncomfy with watersports and a mention of knifeplay, skip this!)
"princess, still alive?"
childe pets your hair and coos at you as if you're a kid.
"ngh, mmf, nrh-"
only muffled noises came out of you, as your mouth was stuck on his dick.
the both of you are situated in something moving, you can't comprehend what it is due to the stimulation you're receiving. since you and childe aren't the only ones present.
"oh? why did you stop sucking? come on now, don't be shy. with the two albedos from yesterday, you can't be unused to these types of situations."
you're trembling because of the phallic thing pushed inside your two holes, and the aura the cloaked man lets out while watching the both of you.
childe grabs your head when he felt your taps on his thigh where you immediately inhaled air more evidently. with your tongue hanging out and greedy for more oxygen, the toys inside you vibrated at a fast level.
"ngh! ah, ah! w-wait! my-"
you almost bit your tongue in surprise. you laid your body weakly on childe's where he embraced you in return.
"your..?"
"please, s-stop for a bit. also this vehicle, stop-"
"who are you to order us?"
you shut your mouth when you heard the other man talk. he had a deep, husky voice that can make anyone stop from thinking.
"it's, it's not like that! i-i just, wanna... p..."
"speak up, dear. not only are you noisy, but also a fool?"
tears welled out, yet there's pleasure in the humiliation. you blame it all on what you were introduced to (*heavy* sex). the toys inside your holes quieted down.
"...pee."
"you want us to pee? on you, perhaps?"
"what! no! me, i want to pee. it's been days since i had a proper trip to the bathroom."
"you smell good either way, princess. such a lusty and whorish smellâĄ"
"i don't think the same way?"
"you only say that since you still didn't rub your scent on her!"
"childe, if i'm going to fuck someone continuously for two days â the first day with two other men and the second day with just yourself but big... objects (toys) â i'd at least want someone clean."
"that's your type, not mine! it's fun to guess whose cum will come out of her. is it mine? or the two albedos? someone from the past week or... someone when i was sleeping."
childe cheekily grinned at the man, whereas the other party merely cocked his head to the side at his hidden query.
"hm, i do not know and do not care. take care of your pet first, it looks like she'll burst in any second."
you jolted, trying to lessen your existence when you heard childe's words from a while ago. you thought it was a dream... and even though it was real, you would have never expected the other man to have such a humongous...
"princess, why does it look like you're thinking of something else? maybe you want to disgrace yourself here?"
your closed eyes opened and saw childe's smiling, yet murderous, gaze. you thought back from yesterday when the four of you dabbled in some knifeplay.
it's not you being the one in danger, but childe as he was below you while the two albedos go to town with your pussy. you were made to hold a knife and put it on childe's neck since if your arms feel weak even for the slightest moment, or if you moved in a different way, the duo pounding you would have new, fresh materials for their research.
childe had an expectant gaze, as if he wanted to see his own blood dye your surroundings, and rubbed and came multiple times using his hands and imagination.
"princess, pee in front of us."
"what-"
the embrace childe have with you suddenly puts you in a chokehold and placed your legs in an M-position.
"come on now, pee! i'll hold you while you're peeing, don't worry!"
"childe, no! the-the interior will smell. i can just go to a bush outside-!"
"nuh-uh, your mind was wandering while we were talking. you were thinking about other men, hm? i was fucking you 'til you lost consciousness various times but you still think of other dicks?!"
childe let out a manical smile, and abruptly bit your nape.
"ah! ngh, childe! d-don't be like this-"
"i've had it with your orders."
the man reached over and single-handedly grabbed your body. childe didn't resist and let him take you. he picked you up and crouched, opened the flaps of the door of the vehicle and your pussy too.
"m-mister, what are you doing? i- agh!"
the calmed toys became excited, at their highest setting once more, which made your eyes roll back and pant.
"ugh, ngh- ah, ah!âĄ"
"still not urinating?"
with his gloved hand, he pinched your clit that made you unable to control your bladder.
"no, no! agh, ah! mrgh-"
your embarrased cries were cut off as the man holding you put his lips on yours. your pee went out with an arch and trickled down from the outside and slowly inside the vehicle in small drops.
"haha! so you really were the one fucking her so noisily last night! how was her pussy?"
"don't know."
"hm? why?"
the man licked your cheek and answered childe while maintaining eye contact with him, "i told you my preference of a pussy, so i simply used her feet."
"ah-haâĄ"
"it's good she has two feet, one for my dick and the other for yours last night. she was so into it that i let you sleep so deeply, but i didn't expect for you to remember it in the morning."
"i guess i'm just perceptive when it comes to my princess!"
your tears were trickling down your cheeks alongside the liquids from your cave. the toys were still miraculously inside you, with how your explosion was quite strong, and making their existence well-known for their vibrations.
"say, wanna make her do a footjob while she sucks me off?"
"such coarse language."
the man positioned you as he and childe sat across from one another and your body hanging off from their legs. he grabbed your feet and placed them on a hard thing and childe was wiping your tears away.
"aw, don't cry, princess. can't have you losing your tears over mere pee! cry over our dicks insteadâĄ"
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"are you awake now?"
you lazily glanced at the man sipping tea by your side. it looks like you're in a bed right now...?
"ngh, ah? zhongli, is that you?"
he hummed, "mhm, good evening. i was shocked with your state when childe brought you, but i accepted either way. get some rest, we'll start tomorrow so you can have an adequate rest."
"ah? what do you mean?"
"haha, don't worry. i don't need any gratitude, just your well-rested self."
he stood up and kissed your temple, making you suddenly light-headed and sleepy.
"ah, zhongli? what..."
"shh, its all right. sleep, you have a long day tomorrow."
you were tucked in the soft bed, and zhongli went out when he heard your breathing mellowing out.
"oh, xiansheng! is she awake?"
"childe. no, i just put her to sleep again. i need a rested body for tomorrow after all."
childe chuckled meaningfully, "i swear when i brought her, i never knew it'll be tomorrow too! i can still take part, right?"
zhongli smiled and made childe straddle him when he sit down. he kissed him and then bit his neck.
"ngh~ xiansheng~âĄ"
"when have i ever turned you away? of course you will. it's just a bit different this time â a new person with a fertile body will join our occasion."
"how about... we start now as a warm-up?âĄ"
"as you wishâĄ"
A/N: hehehe hiiiiiiii âşď¸âşď¸âşď¸âşď¸âşď¸ IM SORRY FOR THE VERY LATE POST KSNSNNSNZ This was in my drafts before @/osamu-dazaisbelladonna commentedđ BUT ILL STILL DO THE REQUEST OF COURSE !! it's just... just.. it might be a while .... (sorry too for the length on some parts of this fic hajsjssjhddn)
#genshin impact smut#genshin smut#genshin#genshin impact#genshin impact albedo#genshin albedo#genshin albedo smut#genshin impact albedo smut#genshin impact childe smut#genshin childe smut#genshin impact zhongli smut#got tired w the tags shshajhsa
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do you happen to know any ttrpgs focused around primarily around travel? the only one i'm personally aware of is ryuutama and i'd like to broaden my knowledge
THEME: Travel
Hello there, I hope that you find some of these games fitting that niche you're looking for!
Apocalypse Roadtrip, by Mynar Lenahan.
Apocalypse Roadtrip is a 34-page Forged In The Dark game for 2-5 players about normal people finding their way after the world has ended. Specifically, it is a hack of the tremendous and innovative As The Sun Forever Sets.Â
Navigating their way past roaming Kaiju, military bombings, otherworldly cryptids, UFO fleets, and other survivors (friendly and not), the characters work hard to achieve their goals and, ultimately, make some changes in their world.
In a world where staying in one place for too long can kill you, travel is pretty important in Apocalypse Roadtrip. Your crew will probably need a vehicle in order to get resources and a safe place to sleep for the night, and you can travel in anything from a sedan, to a snow plow, to an alien spaceship. Travel is one of a few suggested strategies for getting what you need. On the whole, this game aims to emulate a desperate wandering ragtag crew, seeking a place to lay their heads and something that gives them just enough of an edge to survive another day.
If you bought the TĂźrkiye & Syria Earthquake Relief Bundle, you own this game!
Space Taxi, by gothHoblin.
Space Taxi is a zany Tabletop RPG for 1-4 players and a GM, where players are all passengers of the same taxi taking them on a journey through outer space! Each character type has their own goal to complete before the trip is over, and will encounter all kinds of things along the way. But watch out for the Space Cats - these adorable little fluffballs can be as mischievous as they are cute!
Space Taxi is a lighthearted journey through space using the Caltrop Core game system, with a special set of prompt tables that youâll use throughout the game via a pack of cards. In this game, itâs all about the journey - youâll fill in the world as you move towards your destination, encountering warp portals, dive bars, accidents and Space Cats! Iâm intrigued by the possibilities of Caltrop Core, and I think this game might be an excellent example of how to combine the ruleset with a prompt list that makes the journey interesting every time.
Wanderhome, by Jay Dragon (Possum Creek Games).
Wanderhome is a pastoral fantasy role-playing game about traveling animal-folk, the world they inhabit, and the way the seasons change. It is a game filled with grassy fields, mossy shrines, herds of chubby bumblebees, opossums in sundresses, salamanders with suspenders, starry night skies, and the most beautiful sunsets you can imagine.
You might be a tamarin who dances with small and forgotten gods, a leporine mail carrier who relies on moths to get packages where they belong, a little lizard with a big heart and a mysterious past, or a near-endless number of other thrilling possibilities. No matter what, weâre always travelersâanimal-folk who go from village to village and get to see the length and breadth of all the world of HĂŚth. The seasons will change as we play, and we will change with them.
I like Wanderhome as an example not just because about the travel that exists within the game but also because of what doesnât exist - combat. Wanderhome takes place in a land where a war has already been fought, and your characters are navigating a landscape that has been changed by that conflict. Together you will navigate places that you create together, during seasons that will not just add depth to each location, but also give you the sense of the passage of time. Because each location can be created using pieces in the book, it feels like everyone is discovering a new place together, which feels like an essential element of a travel game.
Slugblaster, by Wilkieâs Candy Lab.
In the small town of Hillview, teenage hoverboarders sneak into other dimensions to explore, film tricks, go viral, and get away from the problems at home. Itâs dangerous. Itâs stupid. Itâs got parent groups in a panic. And itâs the coolest thing ever.
This is Slugblaster. A table-top rpg about teenagehood, giant bugs, circuit-bent rayguns, and trying to be cool.
Slugblaster is mostly about teenagers on hoverboards, but I really like the way it frames an adventure for the party when it comes to how it relates to travel. The multiverse has connections between dimensions, but each portal only works one-way, and there arenât guaranteed âthin-zonesâ between each dimension.
You may have to cut through a cyberpunk dystopia if you want to get to the coolest beach and sometimes you may have to dodge some vampires or a self-replicating math panther if you want to get back home. Players will have to confront a number of obstacles thrown at them by the GM on their way to seek out fame, fortune, and finally a way back home once theyâve got that sweet shot by the prismatic waterfall.
You can currently get Slugblaster and also support a fundraiser for Teen Mental Health if you check it out here!
The PARAGON System, by John Harper.
If youâre not familiar with the Paragon System, Iâd recommend starting with AGON, by John Harper, as it provides a full game and a solid setting to explore: you are Greek heroes and demigods, seeking to make your names great while voyaging around mythic islands full of monsters and legends. Each session will start with your characters voyaging on the open sea, meeting an obstacle that they will have to overcome to reach their destination, while also determining who is the greatest - and therefore the most fit to lead the upcoming expedition.
This theme of voyaging from one port to another is very translatable, and shows up in many other Paragon supplements, such as Rising Tide, by Dan Brown (eco-justice pirates bringing down corporate operations) and Endeavour, by Armiger Games (Star Trek). Regardless of what your characters are doing, the storytelling in these games is easily abstracted, challenging players to make connections between attributes such as Courage or Spirit and actions such as singing a ballad or aiming a cannon. The most travel-friendly aspect of these games is the idea of each location feeling unique and separate from the rest of the world, showing a vast and varied setting that will challenge your players with every stop along the way.
The Wildsea, by Felix Isaacs.
Your character is a wildsailor, part of a crew cutting their way across the island-studded wilderness of the treetop sea on a vessel of your very own. Youâll clash with survivor cultures and wild beasts, scavenge and salvage for wreckage and trade-goods, chase rumours, and uncover secrets. The focus of this game is on exploration, progress, and change - youâll define the world of the Wildsea as you sail it.
The Wildsea has a very well-thought-out and extensive travel mechanic. One player at any given time will be responsible for piloting the ship, but other characters need not take a backseat to the action. There are roles for weather-watchers, cartographers, lookouts and more. Each roll has the possibility to forecast dangers or opportunities, giving characters choices about how they are going to deal with upcoming encounters - will they stop by a port to trade for spider silk, or avoid what looks like an ominous pirate flag? All the while, the group marks their progress on a track, which will indicate how close they are to their destination of choice. The question is whether theyâll still have all their cargo when they get there.
If you want to check out the system of this game for free, try out the Free Basic Rules version of this game!
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Poem of the Day 21 October 2024
Earth's Answer BY Blake, William (1757 - 1827)
Earth rais'd up her head
From the darkness dread and drear.
Her light fled,
Stony dread!
And her locks cover'd with grey despair.
"Prison'd on wat'ry shore,
Starry Jealousy does keep my den:
Cold and hoar,
Weeping o'er,
I hear the Father of the ancient men.
Selfish father of men!
Cruel, jealous, selfish fear!
Can delight,
Chain'd in night,
The virgins of youth and morning bear?
Does spring hide its joy
When buds and blossoms grow?
Does the sower
Sow by night,
Or the plowman in darkness plow?
Break this heavy chain
That does freeze my bones around.
Selfish! vain!
Eternal bane!
That free Love with bondage bound."
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Do you know anything about the fixed star Dubhe?
I know a little about the Ursa Major, Dubhe's constellation of the great bear. It's a funny thing that it has a tail. Real bears don't. But greco-roman mythology explains that by saying it was Jupiter/Zeus by picking her up and streching her, that gave her a tail. It has a very important relationship with the constellations around it, especially Ursa Minor and Bootes, which I've talked about before, and you can't understand one without the other.
Dhube is the alpha of the Great Bear, known as a circumpolar constellation in the northern hemisphere. It's really high on the northern celestial pole, making a lot of its stars never set on the horizon, and so here in Brazil for example we never see the bears entirely. I've never seen them. The proximity to the northern axis makes the Great Bear always look as if she's going in circles around Polaris, the star that's placed in the exact spot of the northern axis and never moves while everything revolves around it, making it look like we're all in a centrifuge.
"Now where heaven reaches its culmination in the shining Bears, which from the zenith of the sky look down on all the stars and know no setting and, shifting their opposed stations about the same high point, set sky and stars in rotation, from there an insubstantial axis runs down through the wintry air and controls the universe, keeping it pivoted at opposite poles: it forms the middle about which the starry sphere revolves and wheels its heavenly flight, but is itself without motion and, drawn straight through the empty spaces of the great sky to the two Bears and through the very globe of the Earth, stands fixed. Yet the axis is not solid with the hardness of matter, nor does it possess massive weight such as to bear the burden of the lofty firmament; but since the entire atmosphere ever revolves in a circle, and every part of the whole rotates to the place from which it once began, that which is in the middle, about which all moves, so insubstantial that it cannot turn round upon itself or even submit to motion or spin in circular fashion, this men have called the axis, since, motionless itself, it yet sees everything spinning about it." (Manilius, Astronomica. 1st century AD. Book I p. 27)
Manilius saw a different sky than this in the 1st century, Polaris wasn't as close to the pole as it is today, but the Bears still had this movement. The Great Bear was also called by astrologers as Bootes' carriages. It's hard to understand its thing if you see them just as bears, but the idea is that Bootes (aka the bearward or Icarius) is driving them like a team of plowing oxen, because Icarius is a shepherd who keeps the rotation of the heavens. So, the bears have to do with plowing, planting, agriculture, cars, carriages and driving or carrying etc.
The top of the axis is occupied by constellations well known to hapless mariners, guiding them over the measureless deep in their search for gain. Helice, the greater, describes the greater arc; it is marked by seven stars which vie with each other under its guidance the ships of Greece set sail to cross the seas. Cynosura [Ursa Minor] is small and wheels round in a narrow circle, less in brightness as it is in size, but in the judgment of the Tyrians it excels the larger bear. Carthaginians count it the surer-guide when at sea they make for unseen shores. They are not set face to face: each with its muzzle points at the otherâs tail and follows one that follows it. Sprawling between them and embracing each the Dragon separates and surrounds them with its glowing stars lest they ever meet or leave their stations.â (Manilius, Astronomica. 1st century AD. Book 1 p.27, 29).
Ptolemy says the constellation is like Mars in its effects, which makes sense with plowing. But looking at my post about Bootes will help you see a bigger picture and get the movie reference I made here. On there I left out the fact that Cooper is also a pilot besides a farmer, later I realized that the spacecraft could also be seen as the bears in the story, as well as his agricultural machinery that starts showing anomalies in the beginning of the film. Movies are the best help in understanding astrological symbolism, it's amazing. And when you see it you can't unsee it.
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these are all the parts/lines that I had to write an entire story to write
Good Things - âI deserve some good in my life,â Mo said, and He Tian couldnât tell if he was telling them or trying to convince himself. âI canât have the only good thing in my life be some fucking asshole that comes and goes as he pleases. Iâm not going to spend the rest of my life waiting to be chosen.â
Isnât what everyone wants from 19 days more dialogue? Is it too much to ask for 4 idiots boys to be more articulate? Thatâs really the main motivation behind why this short got written
Honesty is the Best Policy - It was between one wet slide and the next that Lan Zhan came to the horrifying realization that he might like Wei Wuxian.
I was only working on Linger by the Door during this time and suddenly this line came into my mind and I just had to write it? It was a very horny time for me. And I wrote like 13k of the story in one sitting. Itâs probably why it ended up being sort of a half-finished sort of thing.
The scene in the bathroom where WWX thinks LWJ wants a bj from him is *chefâs kiss* - loved writing that
Blood Sport
Thereâs no line or anything. I was just really interested in the dynamic of abusive relationships at the time and I wanted to write it with She Li and Mo Guanshan. Still think their dynamic is really interesting.
Starry Night
Omg, my open wound. I want to finish this someday. I really do. I havenât even gotten to the part that I want to write with this. Tears in my eyes and guilt in my heart about this one. Also, I wrote this because the image of Mo Guanshan and He Tian smoking was so sexy that I had to get it out of my head before it caused my psychic damage.
Plow On, Farmer Boy - Wei Wuxian plows the fields during the day and gets plowed by Lan Zhan at night
Thatâs it. I wrote this entire little porny piece because I wanted to write this summary. Would you believe me if I said this summary came to me in a dream?
Linger by the Door
The first fanfic that I ever started and worked on. Happened because I watched âThe Untamedâ 17 times and was consumed with the need for more. So I wrote what I wanted to happen after the last episode Â
The SongXiao arc came to me in a dream and I had to delete 5k of the story to write the scene by the campfire. Wei Wuxianâs tears on the little bag containing Xiao Xingchenâs soul could not not be written.
Also, LWJ defending WWX from his uncle and WWX being so in love with LWJ that he canât even be happy about it â love it! Wish I was a better writer so I couldâve depicted the scene better.
All my stories with Nie Mingjue in them are written because Iâm obsessed with Nie Mingjue having big ole tiddies. Please just know that whenever Nie Mingjue is even mentioned in my stories, Iâve had to forcibly delete at least 4 sentences about how big and juicy his tits are. If Nie Mingjue does not have huge tits in your mind, Iâm sorry but thatâs just not OC for me.Â
#i was watching some interviews with writers#and they were pointing out which parts they wrote the entire scene/story for#and I thought it would be fun
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Drunk on lust 3A, ryuka meets Taiyang in a tavern. After a few drinks and a few successful persuasion rolls they end up back at his house to fuck. Unfortunately for Ryuka, she failed her perception check and didnât notice how much he was packing. At least tai-yang now has someone to keep him company
Drunk on Lust: 3A
It had been a long time since the last that she'd felt so much bliss. The nearest that she could recall was back before she had ascended to her near-deific state, back when she had just been the simple mortal Dark Elf whose form she now used to wander the mortal realm unassumingly. The man she'd been with was passionate and rough, and he made her ache well into the next day.
He didn't hold a candle to the man pummeling her guts now.
Ryuka moaned out wantonly, her eyes rolled back into her skull as she jerked and bucked with every solid thrust up into her womb. It was like he knew her every weak pointâevery thrust was a jolt of euphoric pleasure that scrambled her mind and left her drooling and moaning in ecstasy, her tongue rolling out as she lost the higher faculties of speech and cognitive thought to pure wanton lust.
Beneath her, and holding her steady with his hands under her soft and pillowy thighs, Taiyang groaned as he plowed up into her. Like Ryuka, it had been some time since he'd last had a woman to loveâRaven had left not long after Yang's birth, and Summer went missing just a few years after Ruby's. He'd been alone for so, so long...but it was clear the time hadn't dulled his skills, if his new lover's passionate cries were any indication.
"Keep moaning like that~ and I think I might just need to keep you for myself~" the handsome blonde groaned into her neck from behind, his hips ruthlessly drilling up into hers to bludgeon away at her womb. "Put a ring on your finger, a bun in your oven, and a naughty little apron on your sexy body for you to strut around the house in~"
The Void Wanderer, the being that traversed the expanse between the realms of creation, mistress of the unknowable arcane cosmic weave of the universe, could only moan in desperation as a reply, her eyes rolled back in her skull as she squirted around the human male's cockâthought failing her as she felt herself submit more and more to her own lustful desires.
It would be a number of decades before Ryuka returned to her starry void, forever changed by the lifetime of passion and pleasure she lived with her new lover.
#a twisted tale (nsft snippet)#a different sort of fairy tale (rwby au)#the humble sun dragon (taiyang xiao long)#a tavern regular (oc muse)#the void wanderer (void)
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Richard Siken line, you've discovered something you don't even have a name for, with Corjin?
Sooo uhhh this ended up a bit less Corjin and more #FreeKelridge. It is still Corjin of course, but I think to a really drive it home I would need more than a mini fic.
It was dark. Darker than Corin had expected. He'd never really thought the shield around Vaila had affected what the sky looked like; it was only to keep unpleasant weather or armies out. But apparently it had done something, because it was never this dark or this starry back home.
It made the glow of the fire stand out like a beacon. But this spot - just on the outskirts of a small town in the Unclaimed Lands - had been recommended by Lars, Keras had agreed that it be safe, and Derek had confirmed as much when they actually got here, so Corin was pretty sure they'd be fine. A soft nudge to his shoulder drew him out of his thoughts and he tore his eyes away from the sky.
"You okay?" Jin asked, voice soft as to not wake the others who were sleeping around them.
"Yeah. Just thinking." The enchanter whispered back. "I've never seen so many stars."
Jin hummed as he nodded, tilting his head up to start at the sky. "There are a lot out here. More than in Kel - East Edira." He corrected himself.
"Why do you do that?" Corin asked. "Say Kelridge sometimes, East Edira other times?"
Jin sighed and dragged his gaze from the syk to the fire. He grabbed a stick and started pouring at the fire. Sparkers flew out and he paused to watch them. As they faded, so did his smile. "Because my home is Kelridge. Everyone is happiest when we're allowed to express that freely. But... Well Edria isn't happy that it hasn't managed to take everything. Isn't happy that at our core, my poeple are still the poeple of Kelridge. That we have assimilated. That we won't. It's dangerous to refer to the nation as Kelridge. Marks you as a rebel, even if you have nothing to do with the rebellion."
"There's a rebellion? Why hasn't there been any news about that?" Corin cocked his head to the side, squinting at Jin. Something was different but he couldn't place it, so he simply continued. "That feels like the kind of thing there should be news about."
Jin gave a quite chuckle, that was underlined with bitterness. "Because, technically there hasn't been one yet. Edira is pretty sure something is being planned and there is. But nothing has actually happened yet. Probably won't for a few more years."
"But you're a part of it."
"I am a decent of the retainers of the Unbroken Queen." Jin replied, sitting up a little straighter.
That unnamable thing that was different about him was more pronounced. Corin wished he was able to place it, but he couldn't. It seemed so obvious, it was in the set of his shoulders, the look in his eyes, the way his hands held the stick, everything. But he couldn't place it.
His heart beat a little faster while he looked at the other boy, who was still priding the fire, still sitting tall, still radiating something. It was like the first time Corin has met Jin, when the Mesmer had just been an intriguing, quiet boy who had knocked on Corin's door, asking if he'd been a spider.
And just like before, Corin wanted to know more.
And luckily, he knew how to.
"Can I help?"
Jin turned to look at him, shock clear on his face, but Corin didn't let him say anything, choosing to plow on. "I understand if my help wouldn't be appreciated. But I know what it's like to have someone try to force you to be someone or something you're not. And I know this is important to you. I want to help."
Jin started at him for a moment, then a smile - wide and dazzling and filled with that unnamable thing that Corin was starting think he could name - spread across Jin's face.
#arcane ascension#jin dalen#corin cadence#corin/jin#corjin#freekelridge#that fact that it took me so long to make that an actual tag is a crime I'm sorry#ask game
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( "clown standing in a field, remedios varo, james ensor" via nightcafe / @eligit via @joycecaroloates )
Fountain of Eternal Youth 2.
A former dinner theater in an industrial area now housed a club for goths. It had a narrow balcony & I would sip orange Curaçao up there, wearing a cape & sometimes raccoonface makeup. Nobody spoke. The music was loud & relentless. When Diamanda Galas came to town, she played there. The mood was electric.
Iridescent futuristic scifi "Starry Night".
"[ODE TO STALIN]
If I were to employ charcoal for highest praise â For the unalloyed gladness of a picture â Iâd cut up the thin air with the most subtle rays, Feeling of care and of alarm a mixture. So that the features might reflect the Real, In art that would be bordering on daring Iâd speak of him who shifted the worldâs wheel, While for the customs of a hundred peoples caring. Iâd raise the eyebrowâs corner up a bit, And raise it once again, and keep on trying: Look how Prometheus has got his charcoal lit â Look, Aeschylus, at how Iâm drawing and crying!
Iâd make a handful of resounding lines To capture his millenniumâs early springtime, And I would tie his courage in a smile And then untie it in the gentle sunshine; And in the wise eyesâ friendship for the twin, Who shall remain unnamed, Iâll find the right expression, Approaching which, youâll recognize the father â him â And lose your breath, feeling the worldâs compression. And I would like to thank the very hills Which bred his hand and bone and gave them feeling: Born in the mountains, he knew too the prisonâs ills. I want to call him â no, not Stalin â Dzhugashvili!
Painter, guard and preserve the warrior with your paint: Surround him with a blue and humid forest Of damp attention. Not to disappoint The father with images that are unwholesome, thoughtless, Painter, help him whoâs everywhere with you, Reasoning; feeling; always, always building. Nor I nor anyone else, but all mankind, thatâs who â Homer-Mankind will raise his praiseâs ceiling. Painter, guard and preserve the warrior with your paint; The woods of humanity sing after him, growing thicker â The very future itself, the army of the sage â They listen to him ever closer, ever quicker.
He leans over from the stage, as from a mount on high, Into the mounds of heads. The debtor far surpasses The suit against him: strictly kind the mighty eyes; The thick eyebrow at someone nearby flashing; And I would draw an arrow to point out The firmness of the mouth â father of stubborn speeches; The plastic, detailed eyelid, and about Its outline, framing it, a million ridges; He is all frankness, recognition, copper, and A piercing earshot, which wonât tolerate a whisper; At everyone prepared to live and die like men Come running playful somber little wrinkles.
Squeezing the charcoal in which all has converged, And with a greedy hand seeking only a resemblance â Trying to find only the resemblanceâs hinge â Iâll crumble up the coal, pursuing his appearance. I learn from him, not learning for myself. I learn from him to show myself no mercy. And if unhappiness conceals the planâs great wealth, I will discover it amid chaos and cursing. Let me remain as yet unworthy to have friends, Let me remain unfilled with tears and with resentment; I still keep seeing him in a greatcoat, as he stands In an enchanted square, with eyes full of contentment. With Stalinâs eyes a mountain is pushed apart. The squinting plain looks far into the distance: Like a sea without seams, the future from the past â From a giant plow to where the sunâs furrow glistens. He smiles a reaperâs smile, the smiling friend, Reaper of handshakes in a conversation Which has begun and which will never end Smack in the middle of all of Creation. And every single haystack, every barn Is strong and clean and smart â a living chattel, A mankind miracle! May life be large. Listen to happinessâs axis roll and rattle.
And six times over in my consciousness I keep, Slow witness to the labor, struggle, and harvest, His whole enormous path â across the steppe, Across Leninâs October â to its kept promise. Into the distance stretch the mounds of peopleâs heads: I become small up there, where no one will espy me; But in kindhearted books and childrenâs games, instead, Iâll rise again to say the sun is shining. The warriorâs frankness: there exists no truer truth. For air and steel, for love and honor, One glorious name takes shape on readerâs tongue and tooth, And we have caught it and have heard its thunder.
January â February 1937"
--Bernstein's Mandelshtam
Meet the Manul.
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iâve only been playing love nikki for 27 days,, these are some of my favorite photos iâve done,, friend ID: 112515233
#sammy liveblogs about love nikki#love nikki#starry corridor#love nikki starry corridor#sammy be quiet#sammy no#imafuckingidiot#hh i'm currently 84% to completing tengu#but then the event started and i needed the wind suit so bad so all the diamonds i could have used to complete it#just rip#even though i completed wind#i want to like get the last of the pieces for jackle suit#and the north snowfield suit#and i guess see how much of moon i can get#i am only through chapter 9 on both maiden and princess#as of today i unlocked it and plowed through it#and now i don't want to work on the suit to unlock the next chapter#uhg esp bc i need to get a bunch of dye and have exactly 0 star coins rn#i mean i'll get 130 when the current one ends but bluhg#i'm always afraid to gp with people bc i dont want to bother people#like i'm 100% okay if ppl want to gp with me but idk#i always write a ft (tho i also only have done it once)#uhggg#i want to find someone who says its ok to gp who has someone sitting down#so i can do a gp with the wind outfit sitting in their lap#bc it would be cute
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cw: nsfw, gn.reader, some size kink
includes: homelander, butcher, frenchie, black noir, hughie, solider boy, MM
Homelander - likes when youâre on top. Donât get it wrong he still has control but, he likes watching how you pant and struggle to take him all. Besides he gets a nice view of your chest while he bounces you on his cock. Absolutely bucks up into you to see how you squeal and grip his shoulders. He also likes it because he doesnât have to do much work, heâs a supe and works hard ya know?
Black Noir - ass man. Loves doggy style the most. Grips the fat of your ass while he just plows into you. Smoothes his hand on your hips to bring you down on him over and over. Lives to see how you flutter and clench around him. Will push your face into the sheets and leave bruises on your ass.
Butcher - reverse cowgirl all the way. Another ass man who likes to watch you take his cock. You just look so good this way, and he likes how you lean forward to grab at his thighs. Smokes while he fucks you, puffing out while he spreads you open so he can watch how you take him. Makes comments on how slutty you are.
MM - missionary. The classic choice but he loves it. Props himself on his elbows so he can watch your face while he pounds into you. He likes to tuck his face into your neck, nipping it and making you squirm from his beard on your skin. Sometimes gets so into it heâll lift up your legs onto his shoulders to reach deeper.
Soldier boy - mating press?!? Mating press all the way. Folds you up and stuffs you full, can go for hours. Ben just pushes your legs up and gives you deep strokes that make you starry-eyed and and breathless. He gets so deep you push his chest and he just mocks you from above. Thanks to the V heâs got endless stamina and besides, he hasnât been able to pump someone full in decades so good luck.
Frenchie - yâall already know this man likes to be dommed. Heâs down for absolutely anything and everything. Doesnât matter if youâre holding his wrists while you fuck yourself with his cock or if youâre fucking him. He practically loves every positions, but he does enjoy 69 a lot.
Hughie - sweet sweet boy likes when heâs tucked behind you. Its so nice because your thighs are clenched together and itâs makes you tighter. The fucks lazy and soft and he just tucks your underwear to the side so he can slip in. Youâre clawing at the mattress while he just does slow thrusts. Heâll kiss the back of your neck while he holds you.
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Bright Meteor, Starry Sky : Plowing through Earth's atmosphere at 60 kilometers per second, this bright perseid meteor streaks along a starry Milky Way. Captured in dark Portugal skies on August 12, it moves right to left through the frame. Its colorful trail starts near Deneb (alpha Cygni) and ends near Altair (alpha Aquilae), stars of the northern summer triangle. In fact this perseid meteor very briefly outshines both, two of the brightest stars in planet Earth's night. The trail's initial greenish glow is typical of the bright perseid shower meteors. The grains of cosmic sand, swept up dust from periodic comet Swift-Tuttle, are moving fast enough to excite the characteristic green emission of atomic oxygen at altitudes of 100 kilometers or so before vaporizing in an incandescent flash. via NASA
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Poem of the Day 4 October 2024
Earth's Answer BY Blake, William (1757 - 1827)
Earth rais'd up her head
From the darkness dread and drear.
Her light fled,
Stony dread!
And her locks cover'd with grey despair.
"Prison'd on wat'ry shore,
Starry Jealousy does keep my den:
Cold and hoar,
Weeping o'er,
I hear the Father of the ancient men.
Selfish father of men!
Cruel, jealous, selfish fear!
Can delight,
Chain'd in night,
The virgins of youth and morning bear?
Does spring hide its joy
When buds and blossoms grow?
Does the sower
Sow by night,
Or the plowman in darkness plow?
Break this heavy chain
That does freeze my bones around.
Selfish! vain!
Eternal bane!
That free Love with bondage bound."
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Ă summary : i tell you what the karasuno boys favorite positions are based on my personal opinion and headcanons.
Ă contains : hinata , kageyama , tsukishima , yamaguchi , tanaka , nishinoya , daichi , sugawara , ennoshita , asahi , keishin ukai, takeda. ; fem! reader
Ă karasuno , seijoh [coming soon]
Ă shoyo hinata â´
hinata's favorite position is mating press. he likes to pick your legs up and fold them to your chest. he'd tuck his hands under your knees and use that grip as leverage to bounce his hips off of you, eager to go fast and please you. though, if you're a long time girlfriend of his, you'll start to notice that after going pro and beefing up, his thrusts have grown a lot heavier. they'll knock the wind out of you, pounding down into your g-spot just right. heavy, deep strokes that leave you winded and starry eyed everytime.
Ă tobio kageyama â´
in my opinion, he's another missionary type. his balls are heavy and they slap down on you with every thrust, practically plowing you into the bed. differentiating from hinata, i think kageyama props himself up on his elbows or hands, sometimes hooking your legs over his arms and sometimes not. he'd also fold you up into a mating press if he got a little carried away. he tends to get lost in the feeling of your plush walls around him. i think he'd also enjoy reverse cowgirl, it just seems like him.
Ă kei tsukishima â´
he likes it when you're on top. really gets a kick out of watching you struggle to take him in or if youre having a hard time keeping a steady pace. he'd definitely pick on you, but ultimately wrap his long arms around your waist and plant his feet down, before bucking up into you with quick, hard hitting thrusts. he also likes this position because he wouldn't have to do all the work. tsukki just doesn't do things he doesn't have to do, so when you offer to ride him instead he's all for it.
Ă tadashi yamaguchi â´
our sweet baby yams.. im firm believer that he's all for the prone bone position. (you on your stomach, him on top) it's a perfect position for him to fuck into you at a rapid pace, hands planted into the mattress on either side of your head, (or on your head, considering tadashi can get carried away fairly easily, not that you mind) his hips roll and bounce off of your ass quickly as he fucks you like a jackrabbit. on the other hand, this position would be ideal for long, slow strokes into your core, yamaguchi differentiating between the two as he pleases.
Ă yuu nishinoya â´
doesn't have a favorite. everything is just so lewd and sexual, he'll stare at you in awe no matter what position you're in. however, he does like to do 69 alot, and actually favors it more than anything because both of you get to please each other. his hips rock up as his hands are pulling yours down, smothering himself in your sopping pussy. he just cant get enough of it, of you.
Ă ryĹŤnosuke tanaka â´
im a firm believer that our boy tanaka is an ass man. and with that knowledge i can conclude that he enjoys doggy style the most. he loves watching the fat off your ass bounce off of his hips, gripping and rolling the fat of your hips in his palms as he pulls you back over and over again. he'll lay his hand firmly on the bottom of your spine, thumb grazing and pushing at your winking asshole.
Ă daichi sawamura â´
MATING PRESS MATING PRESS HELLO. im a firm believer that daichi is one of those guys with an instatiable need to breed. he loves to pin your legs to the bed and just fuck, and fuck until you're so full with his cum that it's dribbling out of you and down the seam of your ass. he's big n strong too, so no matter what your size might be daichi can all too easily fold you up just how he likes you and empty his big heavy balls into you over and over again.
Ă koushi sugawara â´
pretty boy likes to watch as you slide down on his cock, inch by inch. he enjoys the way your brow pinches as he reaches your most deepest parts. he'll have you lean back on your hands and bounce, while he reaches forward and rubs slow circles into your sensitive little clit. he'll either praise you or degrade you, there's no in-between. goes with soft coos of, "yeah? feels good doesn't it pretty girl?" or "look at you, fuckin' yourself on my cock like that, dirty slut." and either way it makes you clench and gush around him, to which he bucks up into you even faster.
Ă asahi azumane â´
asahi is a little basic, to be honest. for the longest time his favorite was just missionary, and that's really all the two of you would do. he was just a bit too shy to try out anything else, finding all the various positions out there to be quite risque. but after convincing him to try some new things, nothing can quite compare to the look on your face when he's got you pressed up against a wall or any solid surface, hips holding you up off the ground with his hands gripping you beneath your ass firmly. he likes to bounce you up and down, in awe of how far his cock reaches in side of you and just how hard you squirt against him within the matter of a few thrusts.
Ă chikara ennoshita â´
likes to fuck you when he's tucked real tight behind you, arm around your waist. he'll lazily push your panties to the side and slide in, groaning lowly in your ear because of how tight you feel around him. while you're walls are nice and snug, your thighs being pressed together is what makes it all the more suffocating around his cock. ennoshita starts out with slow thrusts, holding onto your hip as leverage. he also likes to slide his arm beneath yours and reach up to grip your shoulder, holding you in place as he humps you from behind.
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Ă keishin ukai â´
reverse cowgirl, most definitely. not only does this feed into my headcanon of keishin being an ass man, but also can you fucking imagine doing this position with him? legs sprawled out haphazardly, a hand lazy guiding you up and down on his cock while the other holds a cigarette to his lips for him to take long draws from. he likes to smack your ass over and over until it's raw, and if you're into it, hell twist a cig out on your asscheek. when his hands are free, he likes to use his thumbs to spread you open nd watch your greedy pussy take him in as you do all the work.
Ă ittetsu takeda â´
sweet boy, gets too excited that he can't even decide on just one to be his favorite. in all honestly, it probably doesn't matter to him no matter what, but i feel like takeda just likes to be dommed. likes it when you ride him, tits bouncing in his face as you pin him down and rock back and forth on his cock. he doesn't even have to be inside of you, instead you could be giving him a pussy job and he'd be just as satisfied. but most of all, he likes it when you bounce on his cock til he's cum two or three times, cheeks red with over exhaustion and eyes fucked out and wet with tears as you overstimulate him, all while he cries for more with jarred lips.
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