#umbri

[primepaginequotidiani]

PRIMA PAGINA Corriere Umbria di Oggi domenica, 04 agosto 2024

[nina-ya]

Hellooo might I suggest Sanji + "The problem is, if I kissed you, I don't think I'd be able to stop." ? 👀 ilu /platonic

A/N: you got me yearning for sanji you really have no idea what you've done Pairing: Sanji x Reder CW: None WC: ~700

You had offered to help Sanji with dinner preparations more often than not lately, finding any and every excuse to spend more time with him, to watch the way his hands worked with an elevated skill that was utterly captivating, and to lose yourself in the soft cadence of his voice as he hummed a tune under his breath. You sat at a nearby counter, your gaze fixed on Sanji as he moved with an almost otherworldly grace. 

Spices, cigarette smoke, and freshly baked bread that wafted from the oven all melted together to create a scent that can only be described as comforting. Each breath you took was laced with the essence of home, a sensation that settled in your chest and spread through your veins like liquid gold.

Sanji stood on the other side of the counter, opposite to you, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, revealing the defined muscles of his forearms. The light caught on his blond hair, gracing him with a halo effect. His fingers moved gracefully across the cutting board, the knife glinting with each pass through the vegetables. He briefly glanced up, catching your gaze, and that oh-so-charming smile spread across his lips, almost as inviting as the sunlight that filtered through the windows.

“You know, it’s dangerous to watch me like that,” he teased the words a soft caress that brushed against your senses. “A man might get ideas.”

You shifted in your seat, feeling the warmth of his attention spreading through your head to toe “And what kind of ideas are those?” you asked, your voice suggesting an underlying challenge that dangled between you two.

Sanji paused, setting the knife down on the counter with a small thud before leaning forward, hands braced on the counter, long springers splayed out, the distance between the two of you shrinking until it felt like the world was reduced to a small space that separated your bodies. “The problem is if I kissed you,” he said, voice low and smooth, “I don’t think I’d be able to stop.”

You could hear your own heartbeat in your ears, the quickened thump thump thump reverberating through your head as you held his gaze, feeling as if you were standing right on the precipice of something profound- something that had been simmering beneath the surface since the first night you’d stayed late to help him with the dishes. 

“What if I don’t want you to stop?” you replied, your voice barely above a whisper, the words that spill from your lips an indirect confession that hung between you two like a secret finally unveiled.  

A slow smile spread across Sanji’s lips, and he never once broke eye contact as he rounded the corner with long strides, and in only a moment, he was at your side. He reached out and you felt gentle fingers on your chin as he tilted your head up. “Then we might have a bit of a problem,” he murmured, leaning down to capture your lips in a gentle and consuming kiss. He tasted of cigarettes and the wine that he’d been sipping on as he cooked, a rich flavor that you want to taste over and over again. The kiss deepened, his lips coaxing yours to part and his tongue brushed against yours, sending a shiver down your spine as you let out a breathless whimper into his mouth. 

His hand cradled the back of your head, fingers anchoring you to him, refusing to let this moment slip away. You melted against him, your own hands finding purchase against his shoulders, feeling the warmth of his clothed body beneath his touch.

You felt the world blur as everything else faded away until there was only the taste of his lips, the heat of his body, the soft sighs and noises of contentment that escaped your throat as he kissed you like you were the most precious thing in the world.

You both knew that dinner preparations were long forgotten, but neither of you cared. This is what mattered, this single moment, and the knowledge that neither of you would ever want to stop.

[pestomoment]

1:34am. Perfect. Who up UMBRISposting again (it's me)(it's me again)

"In death, everything was dark. Here is sunlight itself, piercing the darkness. Reaching for him. It takes little to no thought, remains mere instinct even to this day; upward, he reaches back. His hands are foggy are clawed and only now does he realize just how strange it is."

[littjara-mirrorlake]

Ashiok and Umbris

Makes sense, compels me

YESYESYESYESYESYESYESYESYES

[herakidpatrol]

Halloween is coming up! So the Purple Family should dress up as well!

[lailoken]

What reading or background knowledge would you consider to be a pre-requisite for starting Viridarium Umbris?

I'm honestly not sure what I would suggest, other than maybe trying to learn what you can about Eruopean Wort Cunning and the Cultus Sabbati first. Others are welcome to give their own suggestions to this, though!

[mayhamster]

Made some Little Nightmares proxies using CardConjurer and wanted to share. (Also if you recognize your art and don't want me to use it, lemme know and I'll fix it) (The credit for each artwork is at the bottom of the cards, in the black border, next to where it says MTG EN)

[redlenai]

Bijou Paradise's August Reward - Brennon Endrith! This is the protagonist of Bijou's new novel Umbris: Covenant of Corruption

[umbrify]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Empires SMP Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Bryce | fWhip/Jimmy | Solidarity Characters: Bryce | fWhip, Jimmy | Solidarity Additional Tags: First Meetings, Empires SMP Season 1, Pre-Canon, Bryce | fWhip-centric, Ballroom Dancing, possibly inaccurate ballroom dancing its about the vibes, Unrequited Crush

Summary:

The night dragged on, as they most often did, and fWhip’s sister had ushered him out onto the dance floor— she insisted he partake in a single dance, and it wasn’t long before the two were separated during the spiraling waltz, traded off to another nameless mask in the sea of infinite people.

And yet, one stood out from the rest.

-

Or, fWhip attends what was supposed to be another boring party.

[lovelylovelyartist]

What... what's a 'God seeing shit'? I think you need to see a doctor 😂

Listennn!!

A God Seeing Shit is one of those hellacious shits when you feel almost sweaty and everything has to leave your body right that second because you probably ate something really milky when you definitely should not have and are now asking God why and lightly begging for forgiveness, but also looking to the devil because there is no God if shits can be like this.

I don't have them often 😂 mainly just when I eat milkshakes or ice cream or nachos and not taken a lactose pill

[umbry2000]

funny thing i finished ISAT yesterday cos I got done with act 4, it was 11.30, and I was like yeah let's just do one more round of the house. And then it was 1 am.

[frayed-symphony]

Little Colloyd animation from the dating sim I made last year with @umbry-fic !

[overgrown-estate]

Umbris would be great with the new Ashiok card. Remember, the Nightmare tokens Ashiok creates get bigger when any card is put into exile, so you don't have to exile from your own library all the time.

[littjara-mirrorlake]

Ahiok and Umbris power couple

yes

[harveyphotography]

Montone - Perugia

[lailoken]

'Concerning The Powers and Virtues of Pine, Rustic Lord of the Lonely Places'

"The Pine stands as the ally of the Wayfarer upon the Path for its many uses, both practical and magical. The presence of Pines is an indication of life, as the Trees tend to grow in community and attract diverse beasts and worts to their domains. Dead wood provides excellent kindling for the fire, and live wood cut for timber is one of the most versatile and workable of woods. Nuts found within the cones provide a wholesome food to sustain the body; all species are edible. Its sap is both nutritive and medicinal, and, should additional sustenance be needed, the green needles may be brewed into a nourishing tea. Thus, though often found spreading its branches in the wild lands, the Pine-forest serves as a place of Sojourn and respite whilst walking the path in pilgrimage.

The Genius of the Pine, despite its preference for wilderness, is on the whole friendly toward man, hence its adaptation in many circumstances to domestic existence, and bestows the virtues of ingenuity and adaptation. In species it numbers almost one hundred, widely distributed throughout the world, and some kinds, such as the Bristlecone, may attain ages in advance of 4,500 years. Though numerous exotic conifers have come forth unto Albion in recent centuries, its principal Pine-warden is the magnanimous Pinus sylvestris or Scots Pine, which may be seen in its truly wild state now only in isolated places in the Highlands, however in certain hedges in East Anglia it curiously makes a home among the more usual hardwoods common there.

With most Pines, trunks of larger trees reveal sap-flows where the fragrant resin has hardened; this may be collected and used for varied purposes of Art, such as for fumigation or for making varnishes. However, not every Pine species produces resin of good and wholly aromatic quality, thus it is a matter of discernment which the simpler must arrive at by cunning and diligent investigation. Where a certain pine resin is left wanting with regard to its aromatic properties, it may still be used as an agent of binding.

Needles harvested and dried green will retain aromatic virtue and may be burnt, together with resin and cones, as a suffumigant strong in powers of earthing, and keeping haunting shades of the dead at bay. This power of removing ghost-infection is doubly potent in the resin.

The cones, after having expelled their seeds, serve as encharmed vessels for the work of thaumaturgy, each of the numerous hollows capable of being filled with a different enchantment. Likewise, the hollows of a cone may be packed with flammable unguents, aromatic resins and powders, and the whole set to roast slowly upon the hearth-fire of working as a splendid perfume. Such aromatic ingredients may be derived from the Pine direct, in the form of resin, ground bark and needles, and twigs, or from other worts and trees as dictated by Ingenium."

—

Viridarium Umbris:

The Pleasure Garden of Shadow

3: ‘The Book of Going Forth into the Field of Cain’

by Daniel A. Schulke