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seonghwalazia · 4 months ago

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cradled. | Seonghwa/Reader | kinktober 04.

» summary: It’s one of those nights where all you want is to turn off your brain for a while. Conscious thought falling blissfully to the wayside, making way for nothing save a pretty head feeling as though it’s stuffed with cotton, unaware of any anxieties or stress.

» pairing: Mommy!Park Seonghwa / AFAB!Reader

» rating: Explicit

» content warning for pwp, mommy kink, dirty talk, praise kink, petnames, vaginal sex, nipple play, finger sucking, light dom/sub

» author's note: this was so rushed im so sorry i ended up hating everything i wrote (￣￣|||) prompts today were mommy kink + finger sucking

» ao3 link

His hands are gentle, where they cradle your cheeks. Thumbs sweeping along your cheekbones softly; a barely-there caress that makes your insides knot and twist. It’s a strange combination, you find yourself thinking, as you sink further into the mussed sheets of your bed. Seonghwa holds you as though you are infinitely precious, something to be treasured; and yet you could crawl right out of your skin and into his by the way he effortlessly makes you writhe.

It’s one of those nights where all you want is to turn off your brain for a while. Conscious thought falling blissfully to the wayside, making way for nothing save a pretty head feeling as though it’s stuffed with cotton, unaware of any anxieties or stress. Pampered, spoiled; no awareness save the delicious courtesy of Seonghwa’s loving touch - cradling and bruising in equal measure, dragging you to your brink over and again until all you can manage is to breathe his name.

He croons sweet words of praise when you clench around him, breath gasping out when his fingers idly play with your clit. Laying abed with you pressed into his chest, a leg thrown over his hip to better devour you. Plucking delectable sounds from your throat, heat coursing through your veins; your hips jerk forward to chase his touch, to unravel the knot in your core. He stretches you perfectly; pretty cock thrust deep into your dripping heat, barely moving his hips or fucking you in earnest. Seonghwa is content to watch you with heavy-lidded eyes, groaning at the tightened sheathe wrapped around his length. He pushes back your hair to better see your eyes, hazy and wide; his smile turns sweet at the sight, head leaning down until he can press a kiss against your sweat-slicked forehead.

“Angel,” he whispers, fingertips swirling around your clit until your thighs tense and a low keen slips past your teeth, “you feel so good around me. Do you like being filled with mommy’s cock, sweet girl?”

You cannot hope to find your breath, not with arousal making your veins feels tight and the pulse in your cunt deepening with his every word. Instead you nod, eager and honest, looking up at him through damp lashes and clenching around him with a low moan.

He smiles, sweet as sugarcane, and presses a kiss to your brow, your nose, your cheek. Lingers just above your mouth, his breath fanning over you in a tantalizing tease. Your back arches, chasing his mouth and the promise of his kiss, needy for the feel of him against your lips. Even still, Seonghwa denies you; low laughter your answer when he shifts his hips and arches his back, spearing himself deeper within your heat until you swear for a moment there are stars across your vision.

A hand to the back of your head brings you forward, cradled to his chest. Your eyes flutter shut at the enveloping feeling of safety, moaning brokenly for mommy as his hands wander and his words breathe life back into you. “Sweet girl, pretty girl, angel.”

Your lips part as you breathe deep, his scent filling your senses. His skin is damp but soft, smelling clean with the undercurrent of perfume and the slight musk of sweat. Heavy on your palate, your mouth drags lazy kisses across his chest as his fingers work between your thighs, dragging you slow as melting ice to the edge. Shifting hips and lazy kisses, your mouth finds a hardened nipple. Your lips close around the bud eagerly, tip of your tongue flicking over it in a facsimile of his fingers.

His high gasp makes victory surge through you, moaning unashamedly at the feel on his beneath your tongue. Seonghwa’s hips stutter, thrusts turning harder when you suck on his nipple, cheeks hollowed and hands gripping tight to his trim waist. You suck and nip and lick ardently, leaving his skin wet and shining. Laving the flat of your tongue over it, teeth scraping just so; his nipple is dark and hard and your smile is victorious when his fingers pinch your clit in warning before doubling his efforts to make you cream around his cock.

“You wanna make mommy come that badly, angel?” Seonghwa asks with a breathless little laugh, nose buried in your hair and hips thrusting harder. Your moan is loud, despite your mouth seared over his nipple; thighs tightening and core clenched, hips trying to meet his rhythm. You can feel him nestled deep within, thick and heavy and the way he fucks you nearly has you ruined - low and slow and deep, nails raking down your naked back and cradling your neck to his chest. A juxtaposition that makes you clench, soaked and wanting and needy for more.

His fingers swirl faster over your clit, up and down or side to side; keeping you guessing. His breath comes faster now, and his kind-cruel hands knot in your hair to wrench you from his swollen, shiny nipple with a groan. He looks down on you with a pretty pink blush, loose hair falling over his forehead and a smile curbing his mouth. “Easy, angel. Mommy wants to see you.”

You preen at his words, core tightening as his thrusts increase in tempo, every shift of his cock slick and satisfying in your eager cunt. His hand roams from your hair to your face, fingertips tracing your jawline before he sweeps the pads of his fingers across your wet lower lip. You open immediately, lashes fluttering as he slides two fingers past your lips. He keeps them steady, holding down your tongue; you suck on them like a cock, wanton and unashamed. Cheeks hollowed and tongue slipping around them lasciviously, a shuddering moan shooting through your spine when he shallowly fucks your mouth in and out - in and out.

“Suck on these for mommy, angel,” he croons to you, eyes gone dark and voice gone shaky. You can feel the twitch of his cock cradled within you, back arching when those clever fingers betwixt your thighs drags you closer. “Good girl.”

He keeps you pinned between fingers and cock, hushing your muffled cries with the errant kiss and caress. Forces your eyes to stay locked on his, fucking you harder - deeper - faster until all you can do is arch and writhe and clench around him, a stifled wail coming with tears of desperation. Your toes are curling and then tension in your spine threatens to snap, but you know that mommy has you.

“There we go, angel,” Seonghwa says with a grin, watching for the moment you drop into desperation, soaking his cock and fingers until all that remains in the delicious viscosity of your agony. His fingers reach the back of your throat, making you choke and gag but he only fucks you harder, fingertips dancing over your swollen and needy clit until you swear you feel the tension in your heart.

“Can you come for mommy, sweet girl? Make a mess all over mommy’s cock?” And it is your undoing - the knot in your core swells, heartbeat pulsing in time with his thrusts until your climax comes with a harsh cry wrenched from your throat. Your spit spills to soak him all the way down to his wrist, cunt clenching hard enough he gasps through the strain. Your muscles twitch as you moan, teeth dragging over his fingers and eyes squeezed shut to better ride your wave. His cock slams into you harsh enough to make you gasp, Seonghwa’s answering moan loud in your thunder-filled ears.

“Good girl, a good girl for mommy - angel,” he babbles, mouth pressed into your hair. “So good for me, so tight around mommy’s cock.” He kisses your crown, keens out more messy praise; he doesn't remove his fingers from you until you’re gasping and halfway to tears, only spilling himself deep within your needy cunt when he grips slick fingers to your chin and makes you scream mommy for all to hear.

#ateez x reader #seonghwa x reader #seonghwa/reader #park seonghwa x reader #park seonghwa/reader #seonghwa #park seonghwa #jules.fic

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daydream-cement · 2 years ago

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By The Pool (NSFW)

Larissa Weems x Reader

A little Saturday fun by the pool.

Author's Note: Thank you to @alexusonfire for reading this one over for me :) I hope y'all enjoy!

Each day of the summer, Larissa would be out back of your home tanning the day away, only stopping to get in the pool, feed herself, or take a work call. Today, the headmistress was delighted in the fact that it was a Saturday, meaning you would be home to spend the day with her.

In light of you being home, the shapeshifter tied on her skimpiest bikini and walked out to the pool area with a book and tanning oil in one hand and a towel in the other. The blonde piled her hair high on her head in a tight bun as she stood before her luxurious beach chair.

Stretching out on the cushy, circular beach chair, Larissa peered over her sunglasses towards the little outdoor workout area you had created for herself. You were in the middle of your workout and Larissa couldn’t be more pleased with the view.

Larissa pushed the sunglasses higher on her nose and lazily turned her head, allowing herself to fully gawk at you. Her mouth watered at the sight of your shoulder muscles working under your tank top.

It had only been a few months since the two started dating and Larissa couldn’t get enough of you. Her hips rose and fell on the beach chair as images from the past evening and morning raced through the platinum blonde’s mind. Your lips moving down her stomach… The shapeshifter’s hands gripping your shoulders as you work the strap in and out… Your hands pushing the headmistress’s legs back as far as they could go…

She felt insatiable. She wanted more from you, but Larissa opted for the route of seduction rather than straight up calling you to leave your workout in exchange for sex.

Readjusting herself on the beach chair, Larissa flipped to lay flat on her stomach and reached behind herself to pull the strings of her bikini top and bottoms loose. She even went as far to move the fabric of the bottoms off her ass so as to expose the lips of her pussy if one were to look at just the right angle. The blonde felt herself growing wet at the exposure she felt and she could only hope to be dripping wet by the time you took notice and began touching her.

You had taken notice. You were aware of Larissa’s presence outside as soon as she exited the home and had been watching her from the corner of your eye the whole time. It wasn’t until the strings came loose that you couldn’t tear your gaze away from the blonde.

Larissa tucked her towel under her head and closed her eyes, pretending to nap as she was actually daydreaming about your touch. The image of you looking up at her with sweet eyes as your mouth and hands were attached to the headmistress’s breasts continued flashing in the woman’s mind.

Your workout wasn’t quite over, but your legs had carried you toward the blonde without much conscious thought. You would have snuck up on Larissa if it wasn’t for your trance-like state making you unaware of the bottle of tanning oil on the ground. You knocked it over and stumbled, drawing Larissa’s eyes open and bringing a smile to the blonde’s face.

“Hi, darling. Everything okay?” The headmistress’s tone was as sweet as sugarcane. Her big doe eyes looked over the tops of her glasses at you as she pushed herself up on her elbows, exposing more bare cleavage to you.

You gaped for a moment, searching for words as your brain malfunctioned from your girlfriend’s sweet words, face, and body. Larissa noticed your affectionate leering and smiled, her hand reaching up to tug at the hem of your tank top. You quickly shifted to your knees, ready to hear whatever the headmistress was about to say.

The shapeshifter giggled at the way you fawned over her and she took your face in her hand when you were close enough, she drew you in close to press a soft kiss to your lips. When she parted, her whisper was low in register, her eyes dark with desire, “Would you put some sunscreen on me, darling? I wouldn’t want to burn.”

Your rapid nod came first, and then your words, “Mm, yes.”

“Thank you, dear.” The blonde giggled more at your dream-like state and snatched the toppled sunscreen from the ground and handed it over.

With the sunscreen in hand, you crawled onto the beach chair and surveyed Larissa’s body. You were working to remember every curve, dip, and mark. Its every feature was a work of art to you.

Dripping a copious amount of lotion onto the headmistress’s back, you set aside the bottle and began smearing it, delighting in the feeling of her body against your fingertips. You took your time massaging it into Larissa’s skin and had to bite back a smirk when the blonde whimpered as you massaged her shoulders.

Larissa’s already lightly tanned back was mesmerizingly shiney from the lotion and you were growing overwhelmed from her increasing desire. Everything about Larissa was so soft, from her demeanor to her body, which only made you feel weaker for this woman. the shapeshifter could ask for the world and you would work endlessly to give it to her.

More lotion was poured onto the headmistress’s lower back and you gave into some of your urges as you allowed your hands to linger on the blonde’s ass. You massaged the globes, drifting her hands towards Larissa’s cunt before drawing them back again. Regardless of the increasingly sexual touches, the headmistress kept her breathing calm while a little smile grew on her face.

“You are so beautiful...” You trailed off, your hands manhandling your girlfriend’s ass.

“And I’m all yours.” Larissa muttered into the cushion of her chair as her hips lifted up off the chair into your hands.

You seized her opportunity and shifted your grip to the headmistress’s hips, pushing them higher with verbal direction for the blonde. “Lift your hips for me. I may have missed a spot.”

Doing as she was told, the headmistress pushed her knees forward and raised her hips off the chair, pressing her shoulders and face into the cushion beneath her. The feeling of your hands shifting back down the backs of her thighs sent a shiver down the shapeshifter’s spine. She was entirely exposed to you and the blonde could have sworn she felt your hot breath against her cunt.

With Larissa’s hips high in the air, you lowered your face to the headmistress’s bare cunt and swiped your tongue up the blonde’s slit. The shapeshifter gasped at the wonderfully familiar feeling of your tongue dipping in and out of her dripping hole before swirling around her clit. The blonde was mewling with every stroke of your tongue, her hands holding the cushion in a steadfast grip.

“Oh, darling. Oh, baby... That- Oh, it feels so- Hnng...” The blonde’s chest was heaving as she whimpered and cried out. Her eyes fluttered shut and she began rocking against your tongue to fuck herself.

As soon as the headmistress’s greedy hips began rolling against your face, you pulled away, seeking to assert your dominance over the needy blonde which only earned a frustrated groan from your girlfriend.

“Relax, Larissa...” You chuckled, voice teasingly condescending as you pulled the headmistress’s hips back to the cushion. In an instant, you continued teasing Larissa by putting more lotion on your hands to rub into her legs.

Larissa’s cunt was aching for your touch as you continued applying lotion to the blonde’s seemingly endless legs. She had fallen apart and felt entirely helpless as she squirmed and rutted against the beach chair, desperately seeking relief for the coil that had begun tightening in her abdomen. It wasn’t helping the headmistress’s growing desperation whenever your hands trailed back up her legs, thumbs swiping over her pussy lips before drifting back down once more.

You noticed the lotion across Larissa’s back and shoulders had seemed to set in, so you cooed to your love, “Flip over for me... We need to make sure your tan is even.”

“O-okay.” The blonde whimpered, turning onto her back and settling her legs on either side of you. The headmistress’s gaze was intense and pleading, but your gaze was stuck on Larissa’s breasts which had been exposed by the blonde turning over.

You crawled up Larissa’s body, your mouth ghosting over the blonde’s stomach to land at the space between her breasts. There was no hiding your ulterior motives any longer - you craved the headmistress far too much. Your lotioned hands squeezed at your girlfriend’s breasts as you pressed sweet kisses up and down the shapeshifter’s sternum.

While the headmistress craved you no less, an adoring smile graced her lips as she raised a hand to the back of your head. Her hand tangled in your hair, scratching at your scalp with her manicured nails and enjoying the silky texture of your hair. She watched your eyes flutter shut as you became momentarily distracted in the comforting position you often fell asleep in when you reclined on the couch together.

“Mmm... I love you...” You hummed, enjoying the comforting position for a moment longer before drawing yourself down your girlfriend’s body to finish what you started. From the softness of her tummy to the hypnotic curve of her hips, you savored every picturesque view before settling between her legs.

“And I love you, sweethe- Oh...” Larissa swiftly cut herself off at the feeling of you burying your face in the blonde’s cunt.

Each time you ate her out, the headmistress was shocked by the intensity in which you took care of her. Your arms slipped around Larissa’s thighs and held them tight, preventing the blonde from moving too much beneath you. It was always a mystery how you could bury yourself in Larissa’s cunt and only come up for air when the headmistress was writhing and begging for reprieve.

You focused in on Larissa’s clit, swirling and sucking at the bundle of nerves repeatedly. In response to the great deal of stimulation, the headmistress’s hands shot between her legs and buried in your hair, holding your head in place for her to grind against your mouth.

The moans that escaped the blonde were soft and airy: absolute music to your ears.

“Honey...” The headmistress gasped as her back arched, earning a growl from you. With a firm hand on the blonde’s stomach, you pushed the headmistress flat against the cushion. Neither of you realized, but a wet spot beneath Larissa had begun to form as a result of your saliva and the headmistress’s juices.

It was too much for the shapeshifter to handle. With a wordless groan, Larissa’s chest heaved from her orgasm and she had been sent over the edge with a flick of your skilled tongue.

The headmistress took no time to recover as she quickly sat up and captured your face with her hands, drawing you towards her. The blonde giggled at the sight of the slick shine from your nose to her chin and she swiped the towel from behind herself to wipe away the fluids.

“Aren’t you cute?” Larissa breathed as she pulled your face to her own, allowing her tongue to mingle with yours to taste herself. She urged you into her lap with slender fingers gripping your thighs.

You both remained in that chair for the remainder of the morning, exchanging sweet kisses, caresses, and orgasms, knowing it was the perfect way to spend a Saturday.

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desolationcleo · 4 months ago

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I need there to be a Secret Life fic that has a wandering trader talking with a villager about the various tales of what happened in that said-to-be-haunted place with all the ruins surrounding the weird whispering statue, and of the man who some say can still be seen there on occasion, and the villager has heard a different version from the wandering trader, who recounts the version he's heard in a lot of detail, focusing a lot on Scar and painting him in a more sympathetic light, and at one point the villager comments that the wandering trader has a way with words because damn that is some good storytelling, at another point the wandering trader's llama interrupts the conversation, at yet another point the wandering trader attempts to sell his wares to the villager and it's sugarcane or sand or cactus or a dark oak sapling, so no wonder it's either revealed at the end or heavily implied that the wandering trader is Scar

#secret life smp #trafficblr #gtws

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robinette-green · 9 months ago

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Did some note pages for my Joker boys.

Joker of Night

Moon

Moon’s made entirely of porcelain

He’s from Porcelain City (the people from there are known as Pearlers) ((pulled from Pearlware which is a refined earthenware))

The ribbons and bells he added himself when he started working for the White Queen (White Queen like chess queen) - (materials and colors form outside the city are frowned. Upon by Pearlers but Moon wanted to add some color and whimsy to his outfit when he left his walled home)

Pearlers can be easily cracked and broken but Moon has only sustained one crack despite his adventures. (He’s developed a careful, graceful style of movement to avoid injury)

When a Pearlers is broken, they are repaired with a gold lacquer ( like the Japanese technique kintsugi )

Most Pearlers live around 500 years but there are a few that have lived longer

There is a stone inside their chests that give them life - eventually it will run out of energy and the Pearler will die - removal of the stone also results in death

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Joker of Light

Sun

Sun is made entirely of candy

He is from the Town of Sweets ( the people from there are known as Bonbons)

Sun’s hands and arms are made from taffy with rock candy ‘bones’ for stability

Sun’s rays are a soft orange slice candy

The ruffle around his neck is made from hard candies of several different flavors

The clothes are made from a sugarcane fabric - edible but acts like a normal fabric

Sun’s left leg is actually a prosthetic of sorts. - this new Lilly pop leg was melted on to replace the one he lost. (Jabberwock ate it) ((this new leg is stiff and gives him trouble sometimes))

Bonbons can be made from all sorts of candy but they are never sticky. (Could you imagine how horrible that could end up?) ((no sticky. Because magic ((also because I said so))))

Bonbons are edibles but please don’t eat them - they may be candy but they do still feel pain

Just like the Pearlers, Bonbons live around 500 years but some have lived longer.

There is a stone in their chests just like the Pearlers that gives them life - when the energy runs out they die - removing the stone also results in death

I think I’m going to call this the Jokers of Emeralds Au

#jokers of emeralds au #glitter rock #fnaf daycare attendant #fnaf moon #fnaf sun #dca fandom #fnaf sun and moon #sun and moon x reader #dca fanfic #DCA fanart #glitter rock art #glitter rock rambles

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ten-don · 1 year ago

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Xユーザーのヤギの人🐐さん: 「「畑のサトウキビを食べていたところを見つかり柱の裏に隠れるゾウの赤ちゃん」 Adorable Baby Elephant Gets Caught Eating Sugarcane, Tries To Hide Behind A Narrow Light Pole | Bored Panda https://t.co/L5FXOV4tp5 完全に隠れてるつもりらしく、じっとしてたそう。 https://t.co/GIIb6qGFBP https://t.co/LjdwvGkzA6」 / X

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librarisxng · 2 months ago

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ATEEZ SMALL PERFUME REVIEW: KILIAN — BLACK PHANTOM

disclaimer: this is not meant to be a serious perfume review, this is something fun for me to do as I love perfume. each and every one of us have different tastes and preferences when it comes to fragrances. what works for me might not work for you, vice versa. I’ll try my best to describe the scents but I will always suggest for you to go and smell them yourself before purchase. if you want to try these perfumes, please test or get a sample before committing to the bottle. picture credits to all owners.

ateez member: mingi

fragrance family: gourmand woods

notes:

top — rum

heart — coffee, cyanide

base — vetiver, sugarcane, sandalwood

my scent experience:

the fragrance starts off smelling like chocolate. there is a sweet element to it, from the rum but it’s overpowered by the overwhelming scent of chocolate and if anyone is familiar with my reviews, we know that chocolate isn’t my favorite scent. as it settles, it starts smelling like coffee and almonds which fun fact, is what cyanide smells like. well, some cyanides are odorless, but some are known to have a bitter almond scent. I was thinking to myself why this perfume had an almondy element to it but then I remembered this fact. also, I’m pretty sure it’s cyanide accord, meaning there’s no actual cyanide in the perfume but a mixture of scents created to mimic that particular scent. the dry down is warm and woody from the vetiver and sandalwood which is perfect for the colder season. think of a mocha that’s heavy on the chocolate with a bit of almond.

the projection is quite strong as anything that smells like chocolate tends to be overpowering when I wear it so I was a walking chocolate bar for a moment. the longevity is pretty good, it lasted around 6 hours on my skin. well for a kilian perfume I expected it to stick around for a while. that being said, can’t say I enjoyed it at first but towards the end, I didn’t mind it. this is a scent you definitely need to test out before purchasing it as it can be nauseating even for intense perfume lovers like me.

additional notes from me:

I was honestly surprised that Mingi uses this perfume as he tends to go for light and citrusy scents. this being in his collection means that he likes some sort of variety in his scents and switches it up from time to time. I’m definitely someone who encourages people to have a variety of olfactive families in their collection because sometimes you want to smell different. sometimes having only one scent family can be boring or might not be suitable for a particular occasion or season so having different types of scents is ideal if you want a small, curated collection. but of course, you can own multiple scents within the same olfactive family.

who would I recommend this to?

anyone who likes the scent of chocolate and coffee.

those who want a dark gourmand and are willing to splurge on a bottle.

anyone who wants to try Kilian fragrances.

if you’ve made it to the end, thank you for reading this review!! apologies for getting a little sidetracked with the whole cyanide talk but it is an interesting note to add into a fragrance. this is the last review of the year so I hope you have a wonderful new year and hopefully 2025 will be a better year for everyone!!

review written by librarisxng 2024

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ofloveandbone · 23 days ago

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For Fidelity

"I have crossed oceans of time to find you."

You'll need:

Orris root

Dried rose petals

Jasmine flower

A lock of your hair and your beloved's to braid together

Begin by burning the jasmine flower, rose petals and orris root in the space you intend to work in.

Make sure you save enough rose petals to create a small circle of them around you.

Braid the strands of hair together as you recite the following incantation:

“To my beloved’s heart Only I hold the key, My lover is mine For all eternity. A circle of roses to enchant our love, Reach down to earth And rise sky above. Fire of love, ignite the flame, With Cupid’s bow I point & I aim. The words I speak cast an auditory potion For our love to be poetry and deep devotion. Our steadfast passion that brings dawn’s light, From break of day to starry night. Wandering eye, turn only to me, As I enchant our love with fidelity. By powers of earth, water, fire, and air, My lover’s desire I will not share. I taste of wedding cake and sugarcane, May his mind only know my name. What’s mine is yours, What’s yours is mine, As I braid our union Through space and time.”

Keep the braided locks together in a small locket to wear around your neck to ensure fidelity.

#aphrodite #spellwork #love witch #witches of tumblr #witchcraft #witch #magick #love #fidelity #passion #desire

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dreaminginthedeepsouth · 8 days ago

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"The Dictators" By Pablo Neruda

An odor has remained among the sugarcane: a mixture of blood and body, a penetrating petal that brings nausea. Between the coconut palms the graves are full of ruined bones, of speechless death-rattles. The delicate dictator is talking with top hats, gold braid, and collars. The tiny palace gleams like a watch and the rapid laughs with gloves on cross the corridors at times and join the dead voices and the blue mouths freshly buried. The weeping cannot be seen, like a plant whose seeds fall endlessly on the earth, whose large blind leaves grow even without light. Hatred has grown scale on scale, blow on blow, in the ghastly water of the swamp, with a snout full of ooze and silence

#The Dictators #Pablo Neruda #poem #poetry

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aita-blorbos · 8 months ago

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Am I the asshole for wanting to be a sugarcane farmer?

I was a born in London, a loyal subject of the king. I was a soldier for my country, was voted into parliament, had a burgeoning career. I was asked to run a township. I, of course, accepted. And then the king assigned me here.

Really, here? Seven thousand miles from England, in the middle of the jungle with the bugs? The food is barely edible, in this colony so far away it takes a month to get a message home!

But it's three thousand acres of land so fertile you could grow almost anything off it. I figured I'd skim each harvest, and soon enough be so rich I'd leave Guiana in the dust and buy a house in Chelsea.

But noooo. No, no, I'm still here. And now these engineers are building flywheels and some ridiculous brick sphere on the waterfront, the best place I can grow my contraband, sugarcane. Ah, glorius sugarcane. A letter comes from London telling me to give them what they need. Now I'm stuck with nothing. No, your Majesty, that's not what we agreed upon!

Then in comes this celebrity and everyone adores him. Even the monarchy. He speaks a lot of nonsense—some rot about the stars, while his soft hair shines in the low light and his eyes glitter like the constellations he loves so much. Personally, I don't find it worthy of my time to listen to him. Besides, it's infuriatingly distracting the way his lips purse when he maps out the stars. And—do you know the worst part? Then he has the nerve to invite an American! Woman! to run the project. Can you believe that?

Well, I of course tried to put a stop to that. At first I tried my hand at subtlety, poisoning the clay that made their bricks with lime. I'd hoped they might leave my township if their flywheels splintered, but no luck there. Yet another American woman noticed that one. There seem to be an awful lot of them, these days. And that celebrity, well. He kept looking at them. Like he's their friend. Hmph. He never looked at me like that.

But then I realised: this was an opportunity! If there was an accident, it wouldn't reach the throne for thirty days! I'd remove the evidence, using my quick wit and myriad employees, and I'd send a report home. Something tearful, painting me as a bystander who, tragically, was the only survivor of the dreadful accident that occurred. Murder wouldn't even cross their minds!

I've done my time! I've been the upstanding subject of his Majesty, and now? Now this "sphere" of theirs will crash to the ground, into the dust where it belongs. Here? I'll be the last man standing!

And the sugarcane will finally be mine. Rows and rows of it, and soon I'll be living like a king! Well, I'm not just doing this for sugarcane. I'm also doing it... because I don't like them.

So, AITA?

#aita #am i the asshole #unreality

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iced-sweet-dt · 3 months ago

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Sixteenth Day Event Prompt:

Dream remembers the beginning of the server

Waugh this is late but here goes nothing.

It had been a true jewel--the shimmering lake cobalt in the setting sun, reflecting the sky above and the dense, lush forest crowded on its shores. Licks of flame-colored light danced on the stone pillars cradling the uphill lava pool, making the stone gleam more strongly.

The fire within Dream had burned more intensely than the lava when he stood with George on the hill, basic tools in hand, and imagined what it'd be like to drag their friends along to this peaceful place, and call it their home. Then what had come--well, none of them had expected that. Present Dream supposed it was only right that like the beasts of old, he'd been struck down for his hubris. Techno would surely have something to say about that.

He circled the lake in his mind's eye, tracing the curve of the shoreline that would lend itself to a pathway, to a fence, to a farm. The ghostly image of the Community House imposed itself when the moon rose to the witching hour. The time of meeting spirits was nigh--though with the Book in hand, Dream hadn't needed such arbitrary criteria to do so--yet no other apparitions showed themselves.

He didn't need them to. He was already recalling him and five friends scattered along the walls and walkways, lines cast out into the water. Alyssa rolled her eyes and turned over in her bed as Sapnap and George bickered. Sam planted sugarcane in the sand. Random pillars appeared, trees were felled, farm animals broke free of their pens.

His parrot toppled from his shoulder as he ducked beneath an arch of ice.

Spirit bucked wildly in the thick of a horde of monsters.

Dream choked on his own smoke, clawing at the scales on his throat, and when he broke free of his despair, his room in Pandora's Vault was covered with ash.

#/rp #dreamwastaken #dream smp #my fanfiction #it's short but it's mine! I'm proud of myself!

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smidgen-of-hotboy · 10 months ago

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Our Angel of Brahma, pt. iv

Last thing I'll post of this for now I swear. Next up will be the final part to Buddy's pov in Out in the Cold Field.

@ceaseless-watchers-special-girl @ananxiousgenz @demonic-panini @gwenlena @the-private-eye

SOUND: COMMS BEEPING. RECORDING BEGINS. BARID (REVOLUTIONARY): You're gonna record me? CHARLIE: Yes! They gotta hear your voice, Baird. (BAIRD SNORTS) BARID (REVOLUTIONARY): You just want to be able to listen back when I'm gone. CHARLIE: Don't talk like that. You know I hate it. BARID (REVOLUTIONARY): Sorry, sorry… you know how it's been since… I'm sorry. CHARLIE: No, no– I'm sorry, Baird. (SIGH) You're right, I do want to listen back. I like your voice. BARID (REVOLUTIONARY): My voice is weird though. I don't like it. CHARLIE: It's not weird, and I like it. Please, Baird, sing for me. (BAIRD HUMS) BARID (REVOLUTIONARY): Fine. Just this once! SOUND: SKIRT RUSTLING. BARID (REVOLUTIONARY): When I'm done though you owe me your smuggled chocolate. CHARLIE: Alright, fine. Sing me a song. (BAIRD HUMS) BARID (REVOLUTIONARY): Sing you a song huh… I dream of an orange sun, and yellow skies. Green valleys full of trees, clear waters, and a gentle breeze. I miss the summer rain, and winters freeze. Autumn leaves, and spring sugarcane. An orange sun, and yellow skies. Green valleys full of trees, clear water, and a gentle breeze. Our lives were so bright until they came along. Stole our future, stole our pride. Stole our seasons, stole our light. Stole our parents, stole our songs. Stole our past, stole our brides. I dream in a world with a distant sun. Blacked out skies, Empty valleys, no rising tides. smoke fills our lungs and my dry eyes. I dream in a world with a distant sun. CHARLIE: (SNIFFLING) See, what I tell you? Your voice isn't weird. It's gentle. BAIRD (REVOLUTIONARY): It's weird– and about to crack again. (COUGHS) I need to drink something… CHARLIE: Mom left her canteen in the kitchen I think. Just stay away from the window, you should be fine. BAIRD (REVOLUTIONARY): Alright, thanks�� and Charls? CHARLIE: Yes? BARID (REVOLUTIONARY): Thanks for believing in me. CHARLIE: Of course. SOUND: BARE FEET ON TILE. BECOMES DISTANT. CHARLIE: (QUIETLY) I don't think we'll live to see a free Brahma, Dearest. But I'll believe in you. So I hope you never stop singing… SOUND: COMMS BEEPS. RECORDING ENDS.

- Baird was saying something about Charlie “knowing how it's been since” does this have anything to do about what happened to their Dad? What happened to their step-parent?

- Chocolate is a dessert delicacy from Earth. It takes two to three weeks to make chocolate from fresh cocoa beans, and from Earth to Brahma, it would take three to four years. Trade between the Solar Planets and Brahma has been limited since the Galactic Civil War. Did they steal chocolate from New Kinshasa somehow? Was it smuggled from New Kinshasa? Or smuggled directly from the Solar Planets to Brahma? (Seems highly unlikely)

- “Charls”... “Dearest”...

- Charlie is right, Baird’s voice does sound very gentle. “Cracking voice” could indicate either dehydration or puberty? Unclear which.

- Charlie was not an optimist, Baird was (is? Even with a name it is near impossible to find any records of a "Baird" from Brahma. Or any surviving records from Brahma to begin with. I don't wanna get involved with Dark Matters but... I might have to get involved with Dark Matters.)

#ask to be tagged or removed #the penumbra podcast #private eye's keys go jingle jangle #a hotboy's writing #our angel of brahma

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ndbookstudy · 1 year ago

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ashtavakra gita, ch. 2.

read ch. 1

Chapter 2: It works! Upon hearing Ashtavakra’s words Janaka realizes his True Nature. Enraptured, he describes the joy and wonder of his new state.

Janaka said: I am now spotless and at peace- Awareness beyond Consciousness. All this time I have been duped by illusion. By this light alone the body and the universe appear. I am Everything or Nothing. Seeing there is no universe or body, by grace the Self is revealed. As waves, foam and bubbles are not different from water, so the universe emanating from Self is not different from Self. Look closely at cloth, you see only threads. Look closely at creation, you see only Self. As sweetness pervades sugarcane juice, I am the essence of creation.

Not seeing Self, the world is materialized. Seeing Self, the world is vanished. A rope is not a snake, but can appear to be. I am not other than Light. The universe manifests at my glance. The mirage of universe appears in me as silver appears in mother-of-pearl, as a snake appears in a rope, as water appears on a desert horizon. As a pot returns to clay, a wave to water, a bracelet to gold, so will the universe return to Me. I am wonderful indeed- beyond adoration. I cannot decay nor ever die, though God and all the universe should perish to the last blade of grass. Even with a body I am One. I neither come nor go. I am everywhere at once. I am astounded at my powers. The universe appears within me but I do not touch it. I am everything thought or spoken, and have nothing. In Reality, knowledge, the knower, and the knowable do not exist. I am the transparent Self in which through ignorance they appear. Looking at One and seeing many is the cause of all misery. The only cure is to realize what is seen is not there. I am One—aware, blissful, immaculate. I am unbounded Awareness. Only in imagination do I have limits. Reflecting on this, I abide in the Absolute.

I am neither free nor bound. The illusion of such things has fallen into disbelief. Though I contain creation, it has no substance. Having seen for certain that this universe and body is without form or substance, I am revealed as Awareness alone. Imagination has no place here. The body exists only in imagination, as do heaven and hell, bondage, freedom, fear. Are these my concern? I, who am pure Awareness?

I see no differences or separation. Even the multitudes appear as a single formless desert. To what should I cling? I am not the body. I do not have a body. I am Awareness, not a person. My thirst for life bound me to a seeming of life. In the limitless ocean of Myself, the winds of the mind roil the myriad waves of the world. But when the wind subsides in the limitless ocean the ark of personhood is swallowed up, along with the universe it carries. And how wonderful it is! In the limitless ocean of Myself, waves of beings arise, collide, play for a time, then disappear--as is their nature.

#non dualism #nondualism #ashtavakra gita

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