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Another snippet because why not! This might be the first story I started writing in the empires/hermitcraft sphere, and it's what got me into shipping lmao. Flower husbands will always have a place in my heart.

Anyways, this is from an au where 3rd life Jimmy wakes up in Empires s1 after he dies. It's the opening scene :)

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There is a familiar heat beating down on him. Desert heat.

It presses down on his head, his back, his shoulders. It would be unbearable if he weren’t so used to it. The air he breathes is so dry it catches in his throat, and the wind whips sand against his skin, stinging, and buries it in his feathers.

He supposes it is only right that he wakes up here, in a desert. He died in one after all.

(Secretly, he wishes he was somewhere else, where the warmth was a comfort and not danger, where water lapped gently at its shore and flowers swayed in the whispering wind.)

Jimmy opens his eyes and golden sand stretches endlessly in front of him, lapping dunes like a great ocean. The world sways and shimmies in the heat. He can’t see anything on the horizon, no pride rock, no dilapidated bunker. Not even the distant forests that edged the Red Desert. None of the familiar landmarks he is used to. This desert is much, much larger than the one he left.

But there's something deep in his chest, tugging him forward, and he can do nothing else but follow.

He wonders, as he wanders his way north, if he can die in the afterlife. He knows from experience that spending too long in the desert without supplies is a death sentence, but, strangely, he doesn’t really care. He feels a bit distant to his body, like it isn’t quite right or that he’s not fully inside of it. 

Well, this is death, Jimmy reminds himself. This body probably isn’t even real.

So he ignores his growing fatigue, the way his throat scratches with every swallow. He keeps walking.

The sun is getting low in the sky when something finally appears on the horizon: a great towering mountain of brown stone. It looks out of place in the endless gold of the desert, but Jimmy’s just glad to see something new. The world has melted into a blur of swaying colors, and he’s not sure if what he’s seeing is even real, but either way, he continues to stumble towards it, his feet dragging and breathing labored.

The mountain continues to grow, taller and taller, until it blocks out most of the horizon. Inexplicably, Jimmy knows that's where the feeling in his chest is guiding him. Maybe it will take him home.

There's a town settled at the base of it. He sees it as he crests the final dune. Tightly clustered, modular buildings made of smoothly carved sandstone. It’s colorful though, not just tan and beige like Scar and Grian’s base was. There are lanterns strung across roads, bright banners hanging from windows, and merchant carts painted with all the colors imaginable. He can hear, distantly, a growing chatter and a snatch of song.

His thirst is back, so sharp it cuts through the fog in his mind. It brings all of its fellow aches with it. His cheeks and shoulders are burning, and his legs and arms and wings are so heavy they drag on the ground. When he takes a step, he stumbles and goes tumbling down the hill.

It’s hard to keep track of what happens after that. He comes to a stop at some point, but the world is still spinning. He tries to stand back up, to keep walking, but his body feels like it's made of wet clay, so heavy he can’t lift it. His ears are ringing, but he can hear voices yelling and it makes his weary heart sing a song of danger.

When hands land on him, he lashes out, though he is too weak to do more than lightly smack at the hands. Whoever is holding him pays him no mind, and they swiftly lift him up. The sudden rocking movement makes him nauseous, and his eyes roll back as his mind swims.

Things are quiet after that.

He comes back to himself much later. There’s something cold laying on his forehead, a dribble of something sweet and cool slipping past his lips. It washes through him like a dip in cold water, and he sighs his pleasure. A soft voice is muttering something far away, but he doesn’t care to understand what they are trying to say. He is so tired.

But he can’t just lay here. In his mind, he sees green eyes, crinkled at the corner. He sees a dimple at the corner of pink lips, and he sees a poppy nestled in soft blue hair. A sharp, stinging longing erupts in his chest, and he needs to get up, to walk.

He has to go home.

His eyes slip open, and it feels like the hardest thing he’s ever done. They sting. His whole body stings, actually, like his skin has been replaced with a blanket of hurt. He struggles to push himself up, gritting his teeth through the pain, but his arms are too weak to hold him up. When he tries again, a firm hand on his shoulder pushes him back down to the bed.

“No,” he rasps, his voice barely more than a whisper.

“You need to lay still,” the voice tells him. He doesn’t recognize it. “You’re in bad shape. You need to rest.”

“No,” he says again, shaking his head. The world is still swimming, a blur of shapes and colors he can’t make sense of. His stomach rolls with nausea. “I have to… go home.”

The unfamiliar voice shushes him and presses something to his lips. He lets the cool water wash down his throat, soothing the dry, burning ache. “We’ll get you home, traveller,” the voice soothes, “but right now, you are in no condition to be moving.”

“I have to be there,” he insists, breath hitching. “He’ll be waiting for me.”

“It will be alright,” the voice assures.

Jimmy wants to protest, wants to push away the gentle hands and leave. He wants to be there when Scott dies, wants to welcome him home, wrap him in his arms and never let go. It’s the least he can do.

But sleep is dragging at his eyes, long fingers wrapped around his shoulders. It’s hard to resist, especially when the voice starts to hum a soft song, soft hands smoothing over the damp rag on his forehead, knocked out of place from his attempts to sit up.

He doesn’t win the fight. Sleep takes him.

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Exploring the Peranakan Culture in Singapore

The vibrant tapestry of Singapore's cultural landscape is incomplete without the rich threads of Peranakan heritage. Just as the nocturnal Wildlife Park Singapore beckons nature enthusiasts, the term "Peranakan" refers to the descendants of Chinese immigrants who came to the Malay Archipelago, including Singapore, during the 15th to 17th centuries. This unique cultural fusion has given rise to a distinct Peranakan identity that encompasses aspects of Chinese, Malay, and Indonesian traditions. Amidst the hustle and bustle of the city, akin to the thrill of the reverse bungee in Singapore, the Peranakan culture stands as a captivating testament to the harmonious blend of diverse influences in this vibrant metropolis.

Historical Background

Early Migration: The Peranakan story begins with the migration of Chinese communities to the Malay Archipelago. These early settlers intermarried with local Malays, resulting in a harmonious blend of cultural practices.

Cultural Fusion: The Peranakan culture stands as a testament to the amalgamation of Chinese, Malay, and Indonesian influences. The fusion extends beyond mere culinary preferences, permeating every aspect of daily life.

Distinctive Peranakan Cuisine

Iconic Dishes: Peranakan cuisine, also known as Nyonya cuisine, is celebrated for its unique blend of flavors. Signature dishes like Laksa, Ayam Buah Keluak, and Kueh Dadar showcase the intricate marriage of Chinese and Malay culinary techniques.

Culinary Traditions: The preparation of Peranakan dishes involves time-honored traditions passed down through generations. The meticulous use of herbs, spices, and indigenous ingredients contributes to the unmistakable Peranakan flavor profile.

Peranakan Art and Craft

Intricate Designs: Peranakan art is characterized by intricate designs, often seen in textiles, ceramics, and architecture. These designs reflect the cultural diversity and are a visual representation of the Peranakan identity.

Symbolism in Art: Each piece of Peranakan art tells a story. The intricate patterns on porcelain, known as "straits Chinese porcelain," are laden with symbolic meanings, representing prosperity, good luck, and familial ties.

Traditional Peranakan Clothing

Sarong Kebaya: The traditional attire of Peranakan women, the Sarong Kebaya, is a graceful ensemble comprising a kebaya blouse paired with a batik sarong. This attire is a symbol of Peranakan femininity and grace.

Beaded Slippers: Completing the ensemble are beaded slippers known as "kasut manek." These meticulously crafted shoes are a hallmark of Peranakan fashion, showcasing intricate beadwork and vibrant colors.

Architecture and Heritage Homes

Shophouses and Their Significance: Peranakan influence is also evident in the architecture of shophouses. Elaborate facades, vibrant colors, and ceramic tiles contribute to the distinctiveness of Peranakan-style buildings.

Preserving Peranakan Heritage: Efforts to preserve Peranakan heritage include the restoration and conservation of heritage homes. These initiatives aim to maintain the authenticity of Peranakan architecture for future generations.

Language and Literature

Unique Language – Baba Malay: The Peranakan community developed its own language, known as "Baba Malay." This linguistic blend incorporates elements of Malay, Chinese, and Indonesian, further emphasizing the cultural amalgamation.

Folktales and Stories: The rich oral tradition of Peranakan culture is encapsulated in folktales and stories that have been passed down through generations. These narratives offer insights into the community's history, values, and customs.

Festivals and Celebrations

Peranakan Weddings: Peranakan weddings are elaborate affairs, blending Chinese and Malay wedding customs. Intricate ceremonies, vibrant costumes, and traditional rituals make these celebrations a unique and visually stunning experience.

Lunar New Year Celebrations: The Lunar New Year holds special significance for Peranakans. The festivities include elaborate family reunions, traditional feasts, and the iconic tossing of the yusheng for prosperity and good fortune.

Challenges in Preserving Peranakan Culture

Modernization Impact: The relentless march of modernization poses challenges to preserving Peranakan culture. Changing lifestyles, urban development, and globalization threaten to erode the distinctiveness of this unique heritage.

Efforts for Cultural Conservation: Despite challenges, various initiatives aim to safeguard Peranakan culture. Museums, cultural organizations, and community-driven projects work tirelessly to document, preserve, and celebrate the rich Peranakan legacy.

Peranakan Influence in Modern Singapore

Contemporary Peranakan Culture: The Peranakan influence extends beyond traditional boundaries. Today, Peranakan culture is embraced in contemporary settings, influencing fashion, design, and culinary trends in modern Singapore.

Popular Peranakan Establishments: The popularity of Peranakan cuisine has led to the establishment of renowned Nyonya restaurants and Peranakan-inspired cafes. These establishments not only showcase the culinary heritage but also serve as hubs for cultural exchange.

Tourism and Peranakan Experience

Peranakan Museums: Museums dedicated to Peranakan culture offer visitors a deep dive into the history, art, and traditions of the community. The artifacts and exhibits serve as a testament to the resilience and vibrancy of Peranakan heritage.

Cultural Tours: Guided cultural tours provide an immersive experience, allowing visitors to explore Peranakan neighborhoods, sample authentic cuisine, and witness the living traditions that continue to thrive in the community.

Personal Narratives

Interviews with Peranakan Community Members: Personal narratives from members of the Peranakan community offer a unique perspective. Interviews highlight the challenges faced, the pride in preserving culture, and the ongoing efforts to pass down traditions to future generations.

Stories of Cultural Preservation: Heartwarming stories of individuals and communities actively engaged in preserving Peranakan culture showcase the resilience and determination to ensure that this rich heritage remains alive and thriving.

Conclusion

In the tapestry of Singapore's multicultural identity, the Peranakan culture weaves a vibrant and colourful thread. From its humble beginnings to the challenges of modernization, the Peranakan community stands resilient, proudly preserving its unique heritage. As we explore the intricate blend of traditions, art, cuisine, and personal narratives, it becomes evident that Peranakan culture is not just a relic of the past but a living, breathing entity shaping the cultural landscape of contemporary Singapore.

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Customer-Centric Approach: We are dedicated to providing exceptional service and personalized attention at every stage of your journey. Authentic Experiences: We connect you with the true essence of India, from vibrant festivals to unforgettable local experiences. Comprehensive Support: From planning to your return, we’re with you every step of the way. Explore India like never before. Visit our website at Asia Escapes and start your adventure today. Your dream trip to India is waiting for you!

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India is not just about breathtaking landscapes and historical landmarks; it’s also a place where culture and tradition thrive in every corner. Whether it’s the colorful festivals, the traditional dances, or the rich culinary heritage, every place to visit in India offers a Unique Cultural Experience in India that will leave a lasting impression on international travelers.

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One of New Zealand's most iconic destinations for a reason, Whakarewarewa offers an unforgettable intimate and authentic day-time experience for all ages.

Home to two Māori sub-tribes, residents have been welcoming and sharing their enviable way of life for over 130 years. Experience an Iconic Guided Tour of our village with a local, learning of our Maori culture, history and traditions that have been passed down through generations, including a chance to tantilise your taste buds with the unique taste of a corn cob cooked in our largest hotpool. Get close to the best of Rotorua's geothermal treasures, including Pōhutu, the largest geyser in the Southern Hemisphere.

Enjoy untouched landscapes on our self-guided Geothermal Trails experiencing the raw nature of Papatuanuku (Mother-Earth). These Jurassic park-like trails are described as providing regenerative powers as You find yourself face-to-face with Hot-spring Lakes, bubbling Mud pools, and , unique flora and fauna, as well as views of our home from the lookouts. Looking to enhance your visitor with a Cultural Performance. Sit back and relax to the melodious sounds of Te Pakira Kapa Haka group as they serenade you with song & dance that pertain to our people. Be in awe by the fierce 'Haka' as performed by the New Zealand All Blacks, or the love story to of our ancestors Hinemoa & Tutanekai.

Hire a E-Bike for a leisurely ride through our Geothermal Park which connects to the Rotorua Redwoods Forest, a safe & comfortable ride for the entire family. Exclusive e-Bike hire is available for either a 2-hour or 4-Hour riding experience. This is considered a very safe e-Bike option targeted toward first-time e-Bike riders, Families or couples who are looking for a comfortable and leisurely ride.

Whakarewarewa is just minutes away from central Rotorua, nestled in an abundant geothermal valley. Open from 9am to 4pm daily.

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Discovering Cabo Verde: A Comprehensive Travel Guide

A Brief History Cabo Verde, also known as Cape Verde, is an archipelago situated in the central Atlantic Ocean off the west coast of Africa. The islands were uninhabited until they were discovered and colonized by the Portuguese in the 15th century. Over the centuries, Cabo Verde became a crucial hub for the transatlantic slave trade, which significantly influenced its culture and…

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Travel and Tour Office in Gongabu, New Buspark

[natti-ice]

Can I PLEASE have some Colin bridgerton smut? My man deserves it he's so overlooked by Anthony and Benedict that no one barely writes for him and it makes me sadd :(

Imagine you and Colin are on travel(or a honeymoon even) and he just ruins you on a balcony ofc you scold him for it but it's not like he would listen to you

Pairing: Colin Bridegerton x fem!reader

Warnings: 18+mdni, groping, teasing, clit play, semi public sex, p in v, creampie. (1.3k words)

Reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated<3

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You're standing outside on the small terrace right outside your bedroom of the chateau you've been staying at for the past few days, the warm summer air blows gently across your skin as you watch the sun set in the distance. Your week has been quite hectic with all the traveling you and your now husband Colin have been doing, he always promised you that once you were wed he would show you the world and he's done very well at keeping his word. The day after your wedding the two of you set off into adventure, stopping off in many cities in England before working your way through Europe.

You were amazed at just how grand everything was outside of your city, you had grown so accustomed to the high social life you were brought up in, it never crossed your mind that others did not live the way you did, and when you found out, it was life changing. In such a short amount of time you had learned so much from the people you and Colin came across, he's quite the tour guide, he shows you to all of the best places for food and always seems to find the most unique forms of entertainment. You were so grateful to have such a special husband, most of the other suitors were bland and didn't care for culture but Colin was different, he had a thirst for exploration and he wanted you to come along.

Though he loved to travel around and see the sights, he also loved to spend time with you. More importantly, time alone... that man hasn't been able to keep his hands to himself since you both said "I do", his hands mindlessly wander around your body at any given moment, the feeling of his rough callused hands sent a rush through your body and he knew exactly what you were feeling. It was almost if he got off on making you shiver, seeing you try to pretend you don't feel anything when his fingers graze the back of your neck while talking to some local about the price of fish in his small town really gets him going.

You were lost in thought and didn't hear the footsteps creeping up behind you until suddenly long, toned, muscular arms wrapped around your frame causing you to jump. You hear his soft chuckle and immediately realize it was your husband, "my apologies dear, I didn't mean to startle you" your heart was already racing because of his sneak up but it pounded a little harder when his hands started to caress your sides so lovingly.

You let out a soft chuckle and lean against his chest "it's alright my love, my mind was in another word" you say, then you feel his hands starting to make their way up to your chest, his large calloused hands cup your breasts through the thin fabric of the nightie that clung to your body. A gasp gets caught in your throat as you feel yourself becoming more aroused, "Colin, we mustn't do this out here, the staff will see."

Colin's warm breath fanned on the nape of your neck leaving goosebumps in its wake as he whispers "we'll give them a good show, lord knows this place lacks entertainment." Despite your protests he continues to indulge in your body, you look over the balcony to see maids hanging up laundry to dry in the distance, surely if the looked up they could see you but in this moment you stopped caring. Your love and lust for Colin was much too strong to fight.

He moved one hand slowly down your front and lifted the hem of your dress to expose your undergarments that were now damp with your arousal, Colin runs his middle and ring fingers teasingly over your clothed slit sending a shiver down your spine. "Mmm, you're already so wet for me. Just how I like you." His dirty words make you feel like the only woman in the world, the pleasure he gives you is unlike anything you have ever experienced and you know you'll never find anything that will compare. His fingers found their way into your panties and he begun teasing your swollen clit with the pads of his fingers, you fought back moans, you didn't want him to know the effects he had on you but he was already well versed in your pleasure.

The hand that was still on your breast made its way you your neck, he held it gently but firm enough that you knew you weren't going anywhere.

"Tell me what you want, dear. Tell me what you crave." He whispers huskily into your ear, his desire for you strong in each of his words. His fingers slowly circled around your entrance, giving you a teasing taste of what's to come if you just ask.

"You," you let out breathlessly, "I want you." He hums as he is delighted by your response and pulls his hand from your clit making you whimper softly with need, he takes his hand off of your throat to quickly pull down his sleeping pants. You feel his hardened cock against your ass as he pulls up the fabric of your nightgown, his fingers hook into the waistband of your underwear and pull them down to your ankles. He spreads your legs with his knee and pushes your back forward slowly, your chest presses against the cool metal of the railing in front of you. He takes your hands and makes you grip the rail as he teasingly says "you might want to hold on, dear."

He lines himself up behind you and slowly runs his tip between your folds before pushing his length into your dripping pussy, your body shakes slightly as your senses are taken over by pleasure. He starts slow, rocking his hips against yours as he holds onto your waist firmly to keep you in place, his cock stretches you out deliciously making you moan softly. Your sounds encourage him to go harder, it's taking everything in him to not completely ruin you right now, he wants to prolong the experience to make sure you feel everything. Once he sets a good pace, that's when he starts to have fun with you. He snakes one hand under your bunched up dress and palms your bare tit, he groans into your ear as he pinches your hard nipple, "you feel so fucking good, fit so perfectly around my cock." You can't fight it anymore, you let your moans fly freely for the world to hear, you'll probably regret it later but you don't care right now.

You were certain everyone in the whole estate knew exactly what was taking place, your loud moans bounced off the walls as you came all over his cock, Colin was in complete ecstasy and couldn't care less about any onlookers. Let them watch. Let them see who owns you.

A few more pumps into your tight channel was all it took to send Colin over the edge, he groaned loudly as his hips bucked against you whilst his seed flooded your womb. He panted heavily as he slowly pulled out of you, both of your fluids covered his length in a beautifully raunchy mess. You slowly stood up straight and turned around to face him, the smile on his face matched yours as you both began to giggle softly. You feel so relaxed but you were still a bit embarrassed about allowing him to take you so publicly. "Colin Bridgerton, you are a very scandalous man" you say teasingly and lightly hit his left peck, he laughs heartily at your comment and takes your hand,  bringing it to his mouth and placing a soft, loving kiss to it. "My apologies, dear. You are too irresistible, I cannot contain my desire for you." He says with a smile and helps you straighten out your clothing before leading you back into your bedroom where he will most likely repeat the events that just transpired.

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Eyeliner: A Cultural History

Zahra Hankir

From the distant past to the present, with fingers and felt-tipped pens, metallic powders and gel pots, humans have been drawn to lining their eyes. The aesthetic trademark of figures ranging from Nefertiti to Amy Winehouse, eyeliner is one of our most enduring cosmetic tools; ancient royals and Gen Z beauty influencers alike would attest to its uniquely transformative power. It is undeniably fun--yet it is also far from frivolous. Seen through Zahra Hankir's (kohl-lined) eyes, this ubiquitous but seldom-examined product becomes a portal to history, proof both of the stunning variety among cultures across time and space and of our shared humanity. Through intimate reporting and conversations--with nomads in Chad, geishas in Japan, dancers in India, drag queens in New York, and more--Eyeliner embraces the rich history and significance of its namesake, especially among communities of color. What emerges is an unexpectedly moving portrait of a tool that, in various corners of the globe, can signal religious devotion, attract potential partners, ward off evil forces, shield eyes from the sun, transform faces into fantasies, and communicate volumes without saying a word. Delightful, surprising, and utterly absorbing, Eyeliner is a fascinating tour through streets, stages, and bedrooms around the world, and a thought-provoking reclamation of a key piece of our collective history.

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Monsterfucking

Masterlist

Featuring Merformers! Rodimus Prime, smut/fluff/humor, CW: you fuck the fish, that's it, Roddy doesn't know about kissing, licking (sexy and lovingly), handjob, penetration, mention of a knot, barrier language, nesting, light gore (in a fight), mention of Rodimus’ creators, mer pups/cubs (I love these fictional babies so much), long fic.

Days in Cybertron tend to be regulated in cycles, the days are longer than average back on Earth, and it has been years but you still get problems waking up at the start of the day cycle, a new day to work, and a new day to try and not mess all up as a snake-like tail gets clingy, not letting go of your leg and purring when his claws get a hold of your torso again, hardly letting you hold on the data pad and give your boss a message of your more than sure tardiness just to get a thumbs up from her, almost hearing her say “work hard!”

Anything to help an endangered species.

Rodimus tends to be quite the hyper-energy kind of person, well, fish, he stands up more than the rest of the marine wildlife on this planet, and that's saying a lot given the unique metallic nature displayed, it’s a miracle that whatever kind of liquid filling most of the planet's oceans isn't cooking your meat out of your bones; Rodimus stands up, a lot, you've seen the others around, most are friendly, more inclined to curiosity when they touch your legs or look at you from some reef like structures, believing those as the better spot to hide but forgetting to low the light in their optics, first time it happened you were in for a shock as the rest of the team laughed at your spooked reaction to more than 20 pairs of optics shining bright under the liquid, all with overflowing attention to the new organic putting feet on the floating laboratory.

Rodimus would always be more noticeable to you, as he was the first pair of blue optics reaching out to you the same day your work put you there, so far away from your real home, all to preserve the mechanical nature of this planet and it's creatures, Rodimus escaped from his group, servos trying to catch onto his fins, all for nothing as the mech came up to a side of the lab where your official in charge was giving you the tour of the facility.

With shiny red-colored scales and flimsy paper-like metallic membranes, he was just like in the books, something from far away yet seemed organic, it was something so intricate no one could ever think of, the pads in his digits patted your right foot, feeling the texture of skin and thin body hair before giving a high pitched trill when he launched himself back to the liquid.

One of the scientists laughed, “Rodimus likes you”, almost catching on to his designation he emerged back, just to be dragged under by the rest of his group in a hissing feat, especially by a very mad hunter mech.

Mechs they call them, as in mechanical individuals, some skip over formalities and call them mers because the mers call themselves that way; and no, it’s not a joke as you see Chief Medical Darcy act as a referee when Optimus and Megatron are about to rip the fins of one another again as the doctor only sips on his instant chemical coffee, watching them both quarrel like an old couple, using sounds on a piano-like artifact to tell them to, in the mers own language, “frag off already, Optimus, you left him” while pointing at the blue mer, then to the almost smiling big-like ancient shark, playing his piano like a pro, moving pieces and volumes to say: "Megs, you shouldn't have acted like that, you started it”.

They are ancient, going way back to when Earth was still galactic powder, sentient in every way, they have language, culture, arts, and everything in between, the planet was under colonization until someone noticed the fishes could communicate, it all burned down from it, now considered a protected system the priority was to increase their number, as they could tell tales from bygone times, cures and methods never told before; the mer called Alpha Trion knew of a treatment for decayed fins, which somehow also worked on humans, it was incorporated to treat many skin diseases back on Earth, and the pros of keeping them alive overwhelmed the ones trying to sell them in pieces like it was done at first.

Rodimus is part of the reproduction program, more like one of the offspring resulting from it, but you've seen the program, it looks more like a dating event to this point, and then a nursery program, once the mers get good results, keeping the babies is high maintenance even for the most experienced ones, Cory tells you so once he catches on Rodimus going to you more times than ordinary, cuddling your side like an over-affective cat while purring, “he was just a small baby when I handled him, seems like it was yesterday”, he has a very worn-off expression, and the bags under his eyes tell you of unending nights while he has a new baby in his arms, you see a few mers in the pool connected to the nursery, passed out on the floor in uncomfortable positions over beds of wire-like kelp, some with their young sleeping like angels over them, and Rodimus, who is now shining and swimming in circles for some reason around you two as you also hold a baby, is very focused in how the little guppy holds the neck of your t-shirt, even using one of the sleepy carriers as some platform to show off his pretty red and orange scales, “never expected to live enough to see the day he would dance for a human”, you take a moment to think over it, process it, Rodimus has little time to do something when one moment you're standing there and the next you're running like you heard Megatron is coming with a bad temper.

Rodimus hasn't seen you since that day and makes it everyone else's problem while wailing on the shore closest to your room, and you, so shocked you almost dropped the baby back into the water, only hide in the sudden realization that an alien, mechanic, sentient fish wants to have something with you.

It was too much for a Saturday night, excusing yourself and leaving the baby with Cory who shouted something along the lines of it being normal, “Have you seen this fellow here?” he pointed at the red and silver mer in the pool, a new sire taking a rest while his babies were being rocked back and forth by you just a few seconds ago, the silver and white baby, now in Cory’s arms next to his red and white sibling, “have you meet Miss Astoria yet? The co-owner of this preservation program? These are her boys”

How can it be normal? How did it even happen between two different species on two different planets? How come the babies don't even look human? How?

And why is he trying so hard to find you? There is hardly time to even eat next to the shore before he appears once again, at least his blue optics peaking over the liquid before he goes back down, leaving you in a moment of solitude, raising your hopes, that maybe he finally settled for a partner of his species, but no, Rodimus only went back to the ocean and took out some kind of alien mechanical fish, still moving and trying to return from where it came, only to be gutted right there and then in front of you, Rodimus looks at you, expectantly, how can his optics shine so much?

“You know what? Fuck it”

Next thing everyone knows you're sunbathing in your free time on the beach, Rodimus making a donut-shaped nest at your side with his body, thrilling happily while doing so before you are called back, making him look at you, then at the nest, and back at you, big optics pleading and almost whimpering, “what is-? No, no! It's not that I don't like it! You shouldn't even be doing that here!”

Mers hardly do nests everywhere, as it is only recommended to do it near calm waters, safe to raise their young, close to the waters to ensure the moisture of the nest, with enough light to keep the iron sand warm and cozy for the growing protoforms.

Rodimus makes them where he likes or where you stay for a time long enough for him to get back at his job.

Cory tells you that's normal, since you said yes to Rodimus is normal for any newly paired couple to create their own nest, and also the fact that Rodimus is a recently matured young adult makes him more eager over the idea.

Maybe not exactly at the prospect of having a baby, more like the idea of banging.

Rodimus makes a lot of nests around the iron sand, he has one outside your shared habsuit, another out of your side of the laboratory, one in the sunbathing grounds like the other mers, but not one in the nesting grounds or the nursery, being extremely on edge if an unpaired mer looks at you or his nests, Rodimus is snarling at them when he notices, fins flaring with violent intent and only stopping when the other mer is at a distance he considered respectful before going to you as if he was the victim and not the curious young mech, chattering inconsolable until you let him snuggle in your lap, holding to you and whistling happily.

Mers, while being highly intelligent and sentient still go by their traditions, quite animalistic traditions as they fight over themselves to get a partner, and catch the attention of another; a group is wrestling in the iron sand in one of the little islands while you sunbathe with Rodimus, cleaning his fins of parasites or dead scales, taking samples while at it before a road and a snarl catches on your attention, jumping on your spot over the sand and looking at the island, two mers soon to kill each other while some others look, expectantly, waiting for the winner, the mers waiting to make a display and show their scales, show their array once the loser is bleeding energon in the sand and the winner takes the prize, you feel bad for the med, dragging his massive metal body back to the ocean, maybe soon to arrive at the medic area for medical aid, Rodimus calls your attention back at him, his servos holding your hands and pressing them back at his chest which rumbles, then holding onto your face to look him directly at his optics once you notice the healed scars under his scales or the growing pity on the injured mer just meters away.

Doesn't take much to know why he is always so clingy, or the reason for him to have so many scars when you look at his multiple medical reports, all gained after several mating seasons, losing every single one, being dragged back by Cory to patch him up even in a fainted state.

You look at him now, different, both resting in the bed inside your habsuit, still too early in the morning, Rodimus is curled next to you, his arms holding you, tail heavy over your legs, tangled within your legs, a remarkable subject that pointed out what he was and what you are, impossible to miss, still, you know about it now.

Nesting season is still a long way to come but the mating one is ever present once the fights for lovers have ended, Rodimus seems to not be moved by it, or he tries to appear as much as he grooms you with his hands and his glossa, it is more like an affectionate display but it still far from any sex, still, while he tries to rule over your hair with his oral solvents you catch on the puffy look his slit shows; most paired mates had long since gone to more private zones to let their needs and urges free, you are with the rest of the team as everyone gives their farewell to the newly paired young mechs, hoping for the best in the nesting season.

He tries to deny it, trying to keep up with the older mers who choose not to join the younger ones and the ones without pairs, all just doing their usual routines, Rodimus comes back much earlier than usual and becomes more anxious, just yesterday you finally noticed the reason why he didn't like to enter the nursery lagoon, using the piano-like artifact, asking him if he didn't like to come near the nursery even when you or Cory, his partner and his sire, were inside, his answer was simple “you don't like pups”.

Take a moment to let that sink and the misunderstanding born from the moment you realized his intent in courting you, Rodimus was, in reality, giving you much praise while snuggling next to you, presenting how nice you were with the young pup in your arms in front of his sire, happy by the way you two seemed to be getting along and then thinking in how happy his carrier was going to be when he came back with the hunting group, but his sire said something, making you jump and run, leaving the pup behind with his sire.

Rodimus believed you didn't like babies.

Which, in truth, wasn't exactly like that or different, “it may be impossible”, your words translated with the machine made his optics go big, soon pointing at himself, “Well, hard to happen”, Rodimus looked at you with barely closed optics, a little mad and hurt, “how can we be prepared? Or in any case, why now?” of course, it had to be soon, as the days progressed, and as every grooming session got heavier, sometimes you would nap while Rodimus cleaned you, soon feeling the way his servos were touching, massaging, his glossa looming over your neck, denta nipping at the skin.

He has been so strong so far, but it only takes a movement of your leg to make his tail recoil over it, rubbing his dilated slit over your hip, moaning during his recharge, optics opening just slightly when your fingers started to move along the opening, he squeaked, then rumbled out a groan, hissing while letting his slit open, you've seen the books, but it never said anything of it being soft, like rubber, Rodimus moves his hips, his massive tail pumping against your fingers as his arms go to your neck, anchoring himself to you while crying out in ecstasy, your fingers push a little more and you find a protrusion, pushing your fingers out for a moment to show his spike, letting you touch him more, lavish him more, his servos were frantically holding to the meat in your ass, trying to make you move against his spike in a rutted haze, barely giving your time or space to get the pajama pants off, “Okay, if only we could- could you keep it down?”, your laugh is nervous as he seems to be ripped apart on putting you over or under him, groping where he can while doing so, being careful to not catch your skin or hair with his frantic moving seams, finally deciding to put you down in the mattress, rocking his spike in between your open legs, knowing well the differences, but also the coincidences, between your bodies.

Where the slit of his tail was is also the point in which your legs connected.

“Come here”, your instructions are hard to follow as he is overthinking, full of joy while nipping at your neck, eager to couple but too excited to put it in, the little fighting you both do, one to put his spike inside of you and the other showering you with affection, finally ends when your hand catches on the pointy head of his spike, pumping at it while dragging him over, making him curl a little to be able and still be face to face plate.

Of course, you should've expected the unfamiliar sensation, impossible to compare to anything you've ever had, there was desperation in it, and his movements were too fast, too eager, still, Rodimus kept showing what you liked about him, smiling like a dork and holding to you, letting your legs brace to his tail, said tail rocking fast against you like he was swimming, putting your arms around his helm as he snuggled against your chest and neck, leaving bite marks just to show off, never to give you real damage, moving just enough, in that specific part to make you see starts with your breathless indications, easing your worry with forehead nudges that you changed for kisses, taking him for a surprise before he just let you continue, imitating you, when you felt his spike grow, inflaming, he was sure to make you come at least once before he started to pump faster, wilder, until the base was all in, pushing to a point never had before, looking at you with barely open optics as he started to coo and chatter, you didn't know what he was saying without aid, but Rodimus was singing you praises once again, “I love you, we are mates, mates for life, you're mine, I’m yours”, every short break in between his thrilled gibberish were supposed to be words, but you didn't have much to think straight as he kept on leaking into you, overflowing, keeping it all inside while relishing over your limp body as he still moved to let you get all of him, cleaning you once again to let you rest.

Once you slept well, he was back from wherever he went, coming back with food for the day for you both, once you ended your rations he would give you one of those glances, holding one of your legs, smoothly putting it over the beginning of his tail as you let him, seating you over his already wet and dilated slit.

Mating season wasn't a long period, but it was a delightful one, soon comprehended why so many people on base were missing for all of its duration, now being part of them and even learning why some told you to keep your clothes off most of the time except for a night coat easy to open, Rodimus was a good lover, as he barely left your side, and if he did, it was only to get rations from the cafeteria before leaving them to you and expanding the nest he was making outside your habsuit, using his body, curling it over the sand to make it compact at the base, then making a hole in the middle to keep water inside while you rested inside, not worrying about you leaving to do your science as he was sure the other humans just let you rest.

Months later, Cory found Chandler hissing at the ocean, just to stop, startled, like him at the sight of Rodimus, soon making direct eye contact with them, holding a still closed-eyed little black and silver hissing pup between his servos, presenting his own young and beaming with pride as they both heard you screaming Rodimus’ designation with two more pups in your arms from your habsuit, more than likely enraged and worried out of your mind by the lack of your firstborn in the nest where you left him with his siblings, then being startled by the potent cry of the pup that could only be comparable to a dying animal asking for mercy as he was soaked, cold and scared out of his young mind by the emotion of Rodimus’ to show off his offspring, and this was the fourth stop he made so far.

Rodimus’ carrier, Chandler, didn't give his own pup time to ponder what made you so mad before he was trying to knock some sense with violence into his adult pup like he was still a youngling after snatching protectively the pup against his chest to try and comfort him, Cory runs to them to try and save his son from the fury of his partner and his heavy servo, you appeared with your other two babies to see Rodimus being smacked by his carrier without mercy, “Have I not taught you well?! What in the PIT were you THINKING?! What are you DOING with a NEW FORGED PUP OUT OF THE SLAGING NEST?!”

Rodimus was a great lover, he was still learning to be a sire.

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Inspired by the work of @tinydefector and @shyspider, love your guys’ work so much, totally lost Mermay but I can try it again with some good monsterfucking.

And if you realized, yeah, that hissing baby is Sunset.

@tf-kinktober2024

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Discovering Bhutan: The Last Shangri-La

Nestled in the Eastern Himalayas, Bhutan, known as the “Land of the Thunder Dragon,” is a country that beckons travelers with its pristine landscapes, vibrant culture, and profound spirituality. As one of the world’s last remaining Buddhist kingdoms, Bhutan offers a unique blend of ancient traditions and modern sensibilities. In this travel guide, we’ll explore Bhutan’s history, political…

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Одна из новых туристических достопримечательностей Джокьякарты — это живописный водопад Grojogan Watu Purbo.

Гроджоган Вату Пурбо — искусственный водопад с конструкцией в виде шести террасных уровней, где вода падает с высоты около 50 метров. Водопад на самом деле представляет собой плотину на ручьях Кали Красак и Кали Бебенг, берущих начало на горе Мерапи. Эта плотина была построена в 1975 году по заказу Центра речного региона в виде плотины Сабо, которая призвана действовать как лавовый карман для размещения вулканического материала и преодоления последствий извержения горы Мерапи, чтобы воздействие потока лавы не наносило вреда местным жителям. 

Видя потенциальную красоту плотины Сабо и усилия по улучшению экономики деревенского сообщества, с 2017 года жители Дукух Бангунреджо начали совместную работу по строительству туристической достопримечательности Гроджоган Вату Пурбо. Эта деятельность осуществлялась непрерывно каждую неделю в течение двух лет. Благодаря инициативе и креативности местных , в конце 2019 года рукотворный водопад стал довольно популярным и начал привлекать множество туристов. Посетители могут насладиться красотой шести уровней водопада и если повезет, смогут увидеть вид на гору Мерапи. Водопад окружен тропическими лесами и скалами, что создает неповторимую атмосферу. В Grojogan Watu Purbo туристы могут сделать селфи и снять усталость, вдыхая свежий воздух и слушая шум водопада. Отдыхая на террасовых уровнях водопада посетители могут создать пирамидки из камней , поскольку поток воды не очень сильный. Так же можно принять участие в местных культурных мероприятиях в особые памятные дни, например, в классическом джатилане в честь Дня независимости Республики Индонезия.

One of the new tourist attractions in Yogyakarta is the picturesque Grojogan Watu Purbo waterfall.

Grojogan Watu Purbo is an artificial waterfall with a structure in the form of six terraced levels, where the water falls from a height of about 50 meters. The waterfall is actually a dam on the Kali Krasak and Kali Bebeng streams that originate from Mount Merapi. This dam was built in 1975 by the River Region Center as the Sabo Dam, which is designed to act as a lava pocket to accommodate volcanic material and overcome the effects of the eruption of Mount Merapi so that the impact of the lava flow does not harm the locals.

Seeing the potential beauty of the Sabo Dam and the efforts to improve the economy of the village community, since 2017, the people of Dukuh Bangunrejo began to work together to build the Grojogan Watu Purbo tourist attraction. This activity has been carried out continuously every week for two years. Thanks to the initiative and creativity of the locals, the man-made waterfall has become quite popular and has started to attract many tourists at the end of 2019. Visitors can enjoy the beauty of the six levels of the waterfall and if they are lucky, they can see the view of Mount Merapi. The waterfall is surrounded by tropical forests and rocks, which creates a unique atmosphere. At Grojogan Watu Purbo, tourists can take selfies and relieve fatigue by breathing in the fresh air and listening to the sound of the waterfall. While resting on the terraced levels of the waterfall, visitors can create pyramids of stones, since the flow of water is not very strong. You can also take part in local cultural events on special memorable days, such as the classic jatilan in honor of the Independence Day of the Republic of Indonesia.

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The Enchanted Odyssey: Bab Al Isra Tourism LLC Unveiling the Magic of Dubai

Once upon a time, in the vibrant city of Dubai, there existed a tourism company that stood out amidst the towering skyscrapers and the glittering lights of the urban oasis. This company was none other than "Bab Al Isra Tourism LLC," a beacon for travelers seeking extraordinary experiences in the heart of the United Arab Emirates.

Bab Al Isra Tourism LLC was more than just a tourism company; it was a gateway to the enchanting world of Dubai, offering curated journeys that combined luxury, culture, and adventure. The company took its name from the Arabic phrase "Bab Al Isra," meaning the Gate of Night Journey, reflecting its commitment to guiding travelers through unforgettable experiences.

The story of Bab Al Isra began with its founder, a visionary entrepreneur with a passion for showcasing the hidden gems of Dubai. The company's mission was clear — to create a bridge between the rich cultural heritage of the region and the modern marvels that defined Dubai's skyline.

The team at Bab Al Isra Tourism carefully crafted unique itineraries that went beyond the typical tourist routes. Whether it was a desert safari under the starlit sky, a private tour of the historic Al Fahidi district, or a yacht cruise along the iconic Dubai Marina, every experience was designed to leave a lasting impression.

One of Bab Al Isra's signature offerings was the "Golden Sunset Expedition." This exclusive tour took travelers on a magical journey into the heart of the desert, where they witnessed the sun setting over the dunes, casting a golden glow across the landscape. The evening continued with a traditional Arabian feast under the twinkling stars, complete with captivating cultural performances.

Word spread quickly about the extraordinary experiences provided by Bab Al Isra Tourism. Travelers from around the world sought the expertise of the company's knowledgeable guides and the personalized touch that made each journey memorable.

As the company grew, so did its commitment to sustainable and responsible tourism. Bab Al Isra became involved in community initiatives, supporting local artisans and promoting eco-friendly practices. They partnered with conservation organizations to ensure the protection of the delicate desert ecosystem that was a central part of their tours.

Bab Al Isra Tourism became synonymous with excellence in the tourism industry, winning accolades for their commitment to customer satisfaction and cultural enrichment. The company's success was not just measured in numbers but in the smiles of the travelers who left Dubai with a piece of its magic in their hearts.

And so, the story of Bab Al Isra Tourism LLC continued to unfold, a testament to the power of combining tradition with innovation, luxury with authenticity, and creating an unforgettable journey through the captivating landscapes of Dubai.