#Lul G

[2bloved]

i caved and redownloaded crk a few days ago after seeing peppermint cookie finally being added and I was like. Omg ?!?!?! anyway I'm starting to redecorate my kingdom and i made a thing for my sugar gnomes ♥

since I did it for ovenbreak if u wanna add me I'm on the pure vanilla server and my ign is APPLEC0RE (probably will change soon, will edit if I do)

[vent-for-cent]

Why don’t you show me that little bit of spine you’ve been saving for his mattress?

I only want sympathy in the form of you

Crawling into Bed with Me

[prettymrswright]

private project

pairing: shuri x black!fem!scientist reader

content: fluff, smut!(18+), m@sturb@ting, s3x!toy, oral (both receiving), strap, f!ngering, crying, begging, dirty talking, slight humiliation, praising, pillow!princess/bratty reader, soft-dom!shuri, reader is a shy, timid, obedient, madly in love, (DOWN BAD), pillow princess, shuri is an oblivious brainiac.

background: for the couple years you had been working for the scientist, you’ve been crazy about her. you were such a shy and nervous wreck, that you didn’t know what to do about it. in all your desire, you decide to make a personal ‘project’ in the very lab you were taught everything you know, by her. although you intended for it to be forever a secret, it didn’t quite pan out that way. an: wheeeew, baby!! i thought about this this morning, half sleep, and ideas was just flowing, idk why my whore brain was on this morning but let's just roll with it! as usual, i hope this satisfied y'all lul slutty hearts & taglist sign up pinned to my page! @dejaonline @inmyheadimobsessed @vampzxi @venusdraco @shuriszn @shurislover @vixentheplanet @pinkwright @saintwrld @abenomeiiii @ventingfanfics @msplayas @naomis-daydream @sapphicvqmpires @tishsrealwife @6-noir @pocketsizedpanther ꨄ︎

2 years. You had officially been working for the Royal Udaku family for 2 years, and never would it get old for you. Since you were a young girl, you dreamt of making powerful creations and using them to change the world around you for the greater good. It was no doubt, you had a burning passion for science, not to mention, you were damn good at it. But you also had to admit, it felt good to be in a space among other legends, utilizing those skills right next to them. Especially Shuri. Shuri Udaku was a sight to see; in more ways than one. She had such an astute-being of a brain, and beautiful heart to match. She could arrive at any and every solution for every situation and apply it with ease. And although she may think she's such a tough-guy, she had the most caring heart. She treated all of her team as family, just as she would her mom or her brother. You were always taken care of. And as one side of you was admiring under terms of wanting to uphold such a stellar stature yourself, the other one was admiring in desperate need to be desired by someone of that same stature. No one got Shuri how you did. There was nothing she could hide from you. Your burning desire for her and her love and affection made the most meniscal details unavoidable. She hated that you could read her that way. But you cared so deeply for her. All you wanted was for her to be happy. And for her to be happy, with you.

Out of all the ways you could read her, romantic aspects were a code you just could not crack. You weren't even sure what she was into, or better yet, who. She was so buried in work and royalty duties, any emotional cards she had were held very close to her chest.

Each day that went by, watching her work sun up to sun down in her lab, you yearned to know how her hand would feel intertwined with yours. How her lips would feel, leaving deep, soft kisses on your lips, on your neck, down your chest. How her fingers would slowly trace across your hips, the circumference between the inside of your thighs, and eventually plunge deep inside your canal, pumping your g-spot until y-- "Y/N." Shuri called out to you, breaking you out of your fantasy of a trance. You quickly jumped up, straightening yourself out, and lifting your chin from your palm, where it previously rested. "Yes, princess?" You responded, eagerly awaiting whatever she had to ask or tell. "Have you made any progress on finishing Project-3280?" She walked up to you, looking down at the paper work she had in her hand, before looking up, scanning your facial expression for an answer. "Yes, princess." You answered proudly, curing her wonder. She lowly chuckled aloud, causing you to furrow your eyebrows, curious as to what about what you said was amusing. "Do you say anything other than 'Yes, princess'?" Your lashes fluttered as you scanned for the words to say, ultimately standing blankly, no words of response to be found.

"I told you, you work with me, not for me. You can speak regularly with me." She says in sincerity, holding the eye-contact, once again making your knees buckle at her commanding nature. "Yes, Pri--" You began before catching yourself in the very correction you were just given. Shuri raised her eyebrows, catching you as well, non-verbally. "I-I mean, okay, Shuri, yea. Got it." She chuckled again once more to herself before we walking off the clean the board she had previously been doing all her calculations on. You sat back on the high chair that stood behind the lab table you were at, scanning her from afar. Your eyes followed her slim frame from bottom-to-top, tracing the tattoo that resided up the side of her neck, to her sharp jaw, and her side profile. You bleakly counted the strands of hair on her head from the undercut, all the way to the curly top. You watched her slim, veined hands as they traveled quickly across the board in a wax-on, wax-off motion. You took note of how firmly they gripped the cloth right in their middle. You couldn't help but to trail your thoughts off into those hands gripping you that way. "Oh, fuck," You breathe out in a whisper, crossing your legs and nibbling at the end of your grey BIC pen. You continued to squirm in your seat as you watched sweat drip down the back of her neck, disappearing into the cloth of her lab coat. "Is it hot in here, to you, Y/N?" She asked, looking back at you. You shrugged your shoulders, quickly flicking your hands up at your side in a fake 'unsure' motion. It was definitely hot in there, but that was purposeful on your part. You had turned off the AC, knowing you'd be in here alone with her. It was just so captivating seeing her move and work so diligently that she would perspire and drip everywhere. You’d love to see those droplets falling from the hard work of another activity, with your assistance of course.

She wiped her forehead dry before pulling up her sleeves and walking back over to you. She was always finding ways to show and expose her hands and her arms. Almost like she knew those very things turned you on. You yourself would like to show her something.

“Okay, I’m ready. Show me what you got,” she rubs her hands together, in eagerness and excitement.

You almost choked on the saliva resting on the back of your tongue.

“I’m sorry?” You ask, taken aback by her statement, not sure if you heard what you thought you did.

“The project,” She pointed down towards the file folders you had right in front of you.

“Oh,” You reply, feeling silly for thinking she was referring to anything else.

You hand her the files, and she flips through them, carefully and attentively reading through each diagram.

You could feel your violently pulsating heart drop into your stomach and join the band of disruption that was previously keeping a concert in there. You had worked fairly hard on this project, and you wanted it to be perfect. More than anything you wanted her to approve. Your nerves began to worsen as you couldn’t pinpoint a reaction of satisfaction nor disapproval.

After what felt like an eternity of silence and confusion, Shuri finally rested the papers on the table and looked at you, a smile slowly creeping onto her face.

“I have to say, I am very impressed, Miss Y/N.” The band of disruption in your stomach finally dismembered, and was replaced with a symphony of butterflies. “Your technique is flawless. It must’ve took you ages to decode this.”

You tried to conceal your proud smile and your flushed cheeks, and failed terribly.

“Only took me 3 days.”

Shuri eyes widened, in an even more impressed state. “You’re joking, surely. It took me 3 weeks during my junior program! Let me find out you’re trying to replace me.” She teased, nudging your shoulder, slightly pushing.

You bit down on your teeth, flexing your jaw, fighting the moan that almost escaped from the sudden contact.

“You could never be replaced, Princess.” You say, more directly that you would’ve liked to. Your faces were separated merely by a foot. The eye-contact between the two of you lingered, until broken by a gaze at your lips, given by Shuri. She glanced back up at your eyes before giving you a smile, sending you a wink, and getting up to finally make her exit out of the room.

Your rivers were flowing so potently, you could slip right out of your chair. She was always so reassuring. Attentive. Gentle. With every word and every action towards you. You wanted to believe she moved that way with you intentionally, simultaneously trying not succumb to injuries of your delusion. With that note, you decided to go back to your quarter and wash off the day. You'd been working exceptionally hard all week, especially today, being that you woke particularly early to put your last finishes touches on the project. It didn't need anymore altering, honestly, but the pressures of wanting to impress the Princess had definitely took over. As you approach your room, you place your palm on the panel beside your door, allowing it to scan your prints for access. You waste no time kicking off your shoes and peeling your clothes off your body, stockings, lab coat and all, letting it drop to the ground and immediately heading to the bathroom to start a hot shower.

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You lay your towel across you bed and lay on it, not yet ready to have your freedom restricted by fabric. As you lay, you smile to yourself, overcome with gratitude that Shuri approved of your work. To tell the truth, the only reason you completed the project so fast was so that you could get back to your own. A personal project. You felt sort of guilty using the labs specific resources to make such a perverted creation, but you were dying to know how it felt. How it could feel. How she felt. Invading your walls, breaking them down & making you beg for her to repair them, just to break them down again.

As those feelings that were all too familiar began to rise, you decided to put its effectiveness to the test. You reach over to the dresser drawer beside you & open it, pulling out the gadget.

It was a 256T information-stored sex-toy. It may have looked like a regular, fancy-designed vibrating dildo, but stored inside was recollection of every memory of every encounter the two of you shared. The first glance, the first conversation, every accidental bump, nudge, & shoulder brush. Every piece of eye-contact delivered, every advised direction given.

Nervous, yet excited, you let out a hefty breath, shut your eyes, and held the tool up to your pair of lips, which were currently aching at the hands of desire. One click, and off it was set. Soon as the device made contact with your skin, off into imaginal bliss you went.

“Mm,” You moaned at the sensation. It started off as a soft, comforting vibration, and as the memories built, so did the intensity.

“Exceptional work. Welcome to the team.”

“Thank you so much, Princess. I’m beyond grateful.”

“Please, call me Shuri. What should I call you?”

“Y/N.”

“Y/N.” She smiled. Oh god, that smile. “A name fit for a scientist.”

“Oh, fuck,” Your chest began to heave up and down, as you chased the breath escaping from your lungs and out of your mouth.

“Alright team, let’s get a hold on these mission plans.”

“I don’t understand why we can’t just corner the sucker and blow him up with one of those kick-ass Wakandan canons.” A red head boy with circular specs blurted out.

“Would anybody like to tell me why that wouldn’t work?”

“He’d move so fast he’d dodge the blow?” Another scientist blurts out. Shuri closes her eyes and shakes her head in disapproval of the answer.

“He’s the under lord of the sea. He’d drown the surface area and blow out the canon circuit b-before it could even charge up.” You say semi-confidently.

Shuri’s eyes shoot up open and dart in your direction. “Bingo.” she says with a smile. “You’ve been paying attention. Good girl.”

“Ugh, yes!” You cry out. “I’m your good girl.”

Puzzled, frazzled & slightly confused, you stumbled in Shuri’s office, desperately in need of her guidance. You knock and the door slides open.

“Shuri?” You walk in, taking in the scenery, forgetting how beautiful her office really was. You take a minute to scan the ceilings, the walls, all of its intricate design. She had great taste. Walking backwards, you trip over the rug that ran from underneath her desk.

“Oh—!” You began to fall backwards, when your fall is stopped and barricaded by a pair of strong but steady hands, clamped around your waist.

“You’re good, I got you, I got you,” Soft, affirming words entered your ear canal in a slight whisper, coming from a velvety voice you oh-so-loved. It was quickly followed by a low chuckle that sent a riveting chill down your spine.

“Do you always walk backwards and not look where you're going?”

“Oh, Shuri,” your voice began to carry louder and farther. You couldn’t be more grateful for these sound-proof walls, because you were about to let it all go.

Your body began to vibrate under the pressure, and your juices began to coat around the circumference of the tool.

When you realized you stumbled into her arms, you began to get flustered, stealing a response from both your lips and your brain.

“I’m just messing with you. But what’s up, you okay?”

“I just— I”

“What is it, Y/N, what do you need from me? Let me help you.”

“Fuckkk, Shuri, just fuck me already, please!” You desperately buck yourself up against the toy, in attempts to fully immerse into your fantasy world. Your eyes began to flutter right to the back of your eyelids as one of your hands violently gripped the sheets beneath you. This is the closest you've ever gotten to feeling her and if you weren't so overcome by bliss right now, you'd be hella impressed at its successful function. On other side, a lengthy pair of footsteps paced by your door, alarmed, yet intrigued by the sounds emerging from your room. Shuri had been passing your floor, on her way back to her office, when the sound of your voice in what sounded like pleas stopped her in her tracks. She leaned her ear up against your door, making sure she didn't hear what she thought she was hearing. "You feel so good inside me, Shuri, fuck." Her body immediately heated up at the melodic sounds of your moans, but her heart dropped to the ground when she heard her own name attached to those lewd things you were saying. "Y-Y/N?" Your name fell faint from her lips as she tried to circle in on her own confusion. "Fuck, I'm cumming for you, Princess." You began to make a sloppy, slippery mess as you pumped the toy inside of you, sloshing around all your juices, pushing your orgasm way past your regular limits. "Fuck," Shuri sighed out a frustrated breath, mood switched from confused to turned on. Is this what you did in your free time? Is that what you really wanted? Losing the battle to her impulsive thoughts, she placed her palm on the dual-accessed panel and let herself in. She quietly leaned back on the wall, watching you from across the room, with intent. She watched your sexy frame fluidly squirm around in its place, riding out all its sensations. A smirk creeped across her face, compliments of her new feelings of arousal and her now enlarged ego. Her entrance was so silent, so swift, you continued your pleasuring without noticing the invasion. You sent yourself over the edge, imagining her tall, slim figure, hovering over you, working your body out, kissing across your jaw, whispering commands in your ear. Tell me it's mine. "It's yours, Shuri," Your eyes began to flood with tears, clouding your vision even with slightly cracked open eyelids. "It's all yours, baby." "You mean that?" You hear that familiar voice project itself from across the room, and somehow, even through all your deluded fantasy, you realized how real it sounded. Too real. You opened your eyes and were met with the pair of chocolate brown eyes you so often got lost in, but this time, they were shadowed with lust. You jumped so high, you could've jolted right out of your skin. "Shit!" You sat up, fighting to catch your breath, partially from all the work you had be exerting, partially from the jumpscare you had just encountered. "Shuri, what the fuck are you doing in here?" You grabbed your towel quickly from underneath your body and wrapped it around your naked figure. Her eyes widened, and she threw her hands up in defeat, shocked at your choice of words. She had never heard you speak so profanely. "Well, it kind of sounded like you wanted me in here just a second ago." She replied with her sarcasm and razor-sharp wit, slowly walking towards the edge of your bed, a hand behind her back. You nervously swallowed, fighting to coat your now dry throat, backing up further into your headboard. "I don't understand, H-how did you--" Shuri took her closed fist from behind her hand, lowering it and opening it, showing the kimoyo-bead you had left on the wall during your daily spy on Shuri's studies. Realizing what you had done, you were so embarrassed you could disintegrate right into the ground. "Your eavesdropping has failed you, today, Miss Y/N." In this moment, you wish you could disappear. Not only did you just get caught touching yourself aloud to the thought of your boss, you got caught eavesdropping as well.

How could you slip like this? I mean, after all, you had your secret admiration games down to a science, no pun intended. It was only one thing left to do.

“I-I’m so sorry. I had no intent of disrespecting you or your home like this. I’ll be out of here by dawn.” Each word you uttered cut through you like glass. The pain of having to resign from your dream job & possibly tainting whatever upstanding image the love of your life had of you all because you couldn’t control your sexual urges was enough to crush you.

Before you could lift up to collect your belongings, The Princess held a hand out to stop you.

“Nonsense.” She rises to her feet, staring down at you with a glare you can’t recall seeing before. It was demanding, but not condescending. It was almost, dare you say, an eagerness. "I just wish you would've told me sooner." She says, all seriousness in her tone of voice. "We could've solved this a long time ago." You could hear your heartbeat thumping, directly through your eardrum. The subtle implication spun your mind in every which direction. You didn't want to assume, but if she meant what you thought she did, this would change everything as you knew it. "What are you saying?" You decided to play dumb. You knew what she was getting it, you just needed to hear her say it. "I'm saying," She pulled you by your hips, down to the edge of the bed, causing you to gasp from sudden movement, and hovered over you, grounding both hands at each of your sides. "If you needed some loving from the Princess, I would've happily obliged." As turned on as you were, you couldn't hide the look of shock on your face. You had to be dreaming. "Don't act surprised. I'm like a baby around you. I can't even focus when you're around." You melted underneath her at her confession. All these burning desires and you could've had it with little to no effort. Silently you were cursing your shy and awkward nature. "Bullshit." Your shocked expression grew into a flirtatious smile. You were beaming inside, but you couldn't help to tug a little more. Shuri lowered herself to your lips and crashed into them with her own. Her tongue swiped across your lip asking for permission of entrance, and you accepted. You placed your hands and the sides of her jaw, deepening the passionate kiss between you two. You both moaned in each other's mouth, overwhelmed by the intensity. The heat between your bodies began to generate just like a furnace. You've never felt so much passionate energy before this very moment in your life. After what felt like minutes she finally pulled back from you. "I can give you exactly what you need." She said, staring directly in your eyes, careful not to leave any room for doubt. "But you gotta ask me." You could crawl into a ball and disappear. You were too much of a nervous wreck for this. Ask her? Were your cries and pleas heard from the other side of the door not enough? Truth be told, you wanted her so bad, you were wiling to do anything. You were so stuck in awe, it would take a minute for you to even be able to register the moment. "Come on, baby." She cooed, attempting to coax you out of your silence. "You were so vocal before. I know you know how to use that pretty mouth." You shivered at her forwardness and a moan involuntarily slipped out of your mouth, once again stroking her ego. "Shuri, please," You whined, making an attempt of getting out of the humiliation. "Please?" She mockingly raised her eyebrows, waiting for you to cave. "Please, fuck me. I need it, I need you." You managed to spill out. It was no turning back now. A warm yet sinister smile graced the royal's face. "Now, was that so hard?" She came up from over you, pulling you up with a firm but gentle squeeze around your throat. She pecked your lips a few times more before releasing her grip. "I'll do you one better." Curious to what she was referring to, you could feel the blood rushing through your veins. This was so unpredictable, she was so unpredictable. But it excited you. She took off her coat and her shirt, only being left in a crisp, white tank, bra-less. Though you wouldn't expect that from her, you weren't complaining. The more she revealed, the more beautiful she became. You could see the definition in her figure. You decide to help her undress, unbuckling her slacks and peeling them down to her knees. You reach for her boxers and she pops your hand. "Someone's a little excited, then?" It was so much teasing being given by her, and as much as it pissed you off, secretly it fueled your fire. She hopped up off the bed, slipping out her pants fully before hoisting you up by your lower back, sitting you on her hips.

You wrap your arms around her neck and tighten the grip of your legs around her waist.

She walks you over to the long, metal table you do all your procedures on, currently covered by a tablecloth and all your tubes & tools.

“You’re done with this. Right?” She takes the cloth and roughly yanks it off the table, knocking everything over, even breaking some things.

“Shuri! What the hell!” You nudge her shoulder in complete shock.

“I’ll replace it, don’t worry.” She lowers the table and lowers you down on your back, gently, making you arch and hiss from the contact of the cold metal.

She then begans leaving soft sensual kisses behind your ear, down to your neck and across your chest, while massaging your outer thigh.

You exhaled in attempt to relax, feeling like you were floating from the touch you so badly craved from her. It was like taking a hit of your first drug. Every touch left you feeling waves of intoxication. And there was no sobering up.

“Is this okay?” She asked looking up you for reassurance.

Through glossy eyes and a bottom lip trapped between your teeth, you nodded.

She continued her trail of kisses, traveling lower and lower, until eventually she made it to your promised land.

“Well, how pretty is she?” She asked rhetorically, gliding her two fingers across your clit, purposefully making a connecting line from your heat to her lips.

“Mm,” She moaned. “And tastes as good as she looks.”

Now impatient, you hooked your ankle over her shoulder and pulled her closer to you, leaving her centimeters from your dripping sex.

“Stop fuckin’ around, Shuri.”

“Oh?” She pretends to be taken aback. “I don’t know if I like your attitude. You waited 2 years, you could wait 2 more minutes, can’t you baby?”

She spread your lips open, exposing your pulsing and fully erect hood. Harshly, she spat on it, watching it drip down between your folds.

“Shhhit,” You moan out, dually in pleasure and in agony of this push and pull game. “No, no I can’t, please.”

“Plea—“ She began to mock you again and you interrupted before she could even continue. You no longer wanted to repeat yourself, so you give in.

“Please, just put your mouth on it, please, I’m fucking dripping,” Exclamation and grit all throughout your voice. Without hesitation she attaches her lips to your aching middle, and deeply french kisses it.

“Yes!” You cry out, grabbing onto the sides of the table for some sort of control. “Just like that.”

Moaning from your flavors, she hums, sending vibrations all through you. She alternates between soft and rough sucks, using your button as a pacifier. Her tongue spoke all 5 languages of love, making every reaction you give and sound you make a translator.

“Fuck, baby, you do it so well,” You were spitting out endless praise, overwhelmed by the pleasure you were feeling.

Pleased by your praise, she locks your thighs in place with her forearms, and flatten her tongues against you & rocks it up and down your center. You could feel every warm sensation, every round tastebud wrapping you up into a blissful embrace.

You lean up on your forearms and watch her every move with a dropped jaw and a set of furrowed brows, in dire need of catching this moment. You had the most beautiful, astounding, most talented girl giving you intense pleasure that she herself had be thinking of doing.

You felt your stomach begin to form knots, a clear indicator of the rise of your climax.

“Shuri I’m about to..to” You could barely get the words out, but even still, she wasn’t ready for you to just yet.

“Mm, mm.” She refused, coming up quickly. “Not yet.”

Before you knew it, she had pushed two fingers deep inside you, immediately reattaching her lips to you. With a steady rhythm she pumped in and out of you while attacking your clit with her tongue. She hungrily stared into your eyes until yours decided to make a detour into the back of your head.

“Shit, shit, shit!” Tears began forming again. “I can’t!”

You grabbed a handful of her curls and tugged them backwards, and instead of it holding her back, her grip became even stronger. She quickly replaced her fingers with her tongue and began fucking you with it, gripping your hips and knocking you into her. Your warm, soft juices coated the entire circumference of her mouth and then some.

You couldn’t control your moans nor the volume of them as you blurted out broken whimpers and your body began to shake. You released into her mouth and with one last peck, she thanked you.

“You did so good for me, Angel.” With enamored eyes you grab her by her neck, roughly kissing her and cleaning yourself from off her lips and her face.

“Come here,” To her command, you move over to her as she straps up. She picks you back up, making you airborne once more, and holds you up by your cheeks before sliding her length into you.

“Fuck!” Immediately you fall weak, legs giving out as soon as your walls were accompanied.

“It’s okay baby, you’re okay. Hold onto me,” She instructed you and you wrapped your arms around her neck with no sign of letting go.

Her slim, & veiny hands lifted you up and slid you back into her, primarily slow and steady. Each pump given to you was at a pace faster than the last. She was buried so deep inside you, your vaginal walls began to twitch, and the way she had you restricted, there was no way to run. She drilled inside you as you screamed bloody mary, sacral glands squirting out from underneath you.

“This is what you wanted, hm?” She taunted you between huffs and pants. “For me to fuck you like the slut you are?”

“Yes! Fuck, yes,” The way she was turning you inside out had absolutely nothing on what you had seen in all of your dreams. She was fucking you silly. You were starting to believe the desire wasn’t one-sided.

Reaching your limit, your medium french-set buried themselves into the skin of her back, sure to be leaving what would be a few scratches and welts in the AM.

You mustered up the strength to pull yourself to her, staring into her eyes, still moaning and singing her praises. You wanted her to know how good she was making you feel. And possibly how much you loved her, if she read deep enough.

“You’re so fucking pretty, Y/N,” She compliments, as she watches every face you make.

Grunting and groaning, her thrusts became sloppy, leading you to believe she was almost at her finish line. Before she could, she lifted you up off of her dick and placed your feet back onto the ground. You were entirely too weak to stand, but you’d quickly find out, you standing weren’t in her plans anyway.

With one quick motion, she turns you around and pushes you down back into the table.

You gasp heavily, the cold metal now being met with your hard and sensitive nipples. She holds her tip up against your entrance and rubs in between, subtly dipping in and coming back out every few rubs.

“So,” She leans down to your ear. “You like eavesdropping, do you?”

Your face gets hot from humiliation. You thought you were past this.

“I— I don’t.. I didn’t mean to—,” You try to plead your case but you were a stammering mess.

“Well,” She picks a kimoyo-bead off her bracelet and slams it down onto the wall. “Let’s see how much the others do as well.”

“Shuri, please,” You plead for her to change her mind.

“Aht, aht.” She hushes you. “Save it for the audience, baby.”

You felt your entire body heat up, so rattled by every emotion, in dire shock of what was actually happening rat the moment.

“Fuck you, Shuri.” You spat, so consumed by humiliation, you weren’t considering your possible consequences.

A cold silence runs after your statement and you could feel the switch in energy. She smooths your hair up in a ponytail with one hand and pulls your head back, forcing you to look up at her.

“Gladly.”

Shuri forced herself up into you, still craning your neck to look at her.

“Shit! Wait!” You immediately regret your actions.

Not letting you plead your case, she continued to eagerly rock herself into you, making your ass cheeks ricochet off her hips, creating violent smacking noises.

“Ohhhh, unh!” Your moans began to amplify the more you fought to conceal them. The hold she had you in was making your hovered nipple tips graze across the cool surface, sending you further into overstim.

“That’s it, baby,” Her sweet, soft lips sing your praises. “Let me hear you.”

You were whimpering and pleading in a blabbering mess, it was pathetic to say the least. But she looked so good, she felt so good.

“Tell everybody how good you feel. Tell them who’s making you feel this way.”

These sentences turned a switch on in you that was completely irreversible. Good. Everybody does need to hear. All those snickering, hair twirling, low life bitches, finding any reason to flaunt their bosom in her office. Any reason to touch her, any reason to bombard her with irrelevant questions.

They gave you looks whenever you were with her, they whispered wishes of your demise. With this realization, you completely surrendered to whatever outcome you would be given.

“Fuck, Shuri, you feel s-so good inside me,” You confessed. “Don’t fucking stop.”

Every few strokes she sent a stinging smack up your backside, making you yelp. She reached one hand down over your clit and begin making medium-paced circular motions, while still ramming inside of you.

“Shuriiii,” You stretched her name out as far as she had your lips stretched. “Yes!”

“My name sounds so much better off your lips.” She confessed.

You begged harder, deeper. She obliged your every wish. As you sobbed out overcome with emotion, she leaned down further kissing your sobbing lips. Even in sex, in her roughness, she was gentle.

What seemed like an ever-flowing stream of your release began dropping down both of your shaky, achy legs.

The royal moaned at the sight of you, literally pouring out for her. A few more strokes before she arrived at her own release and she was out of you and kneeling underneath you. She licked you clean, with a wide and flat tongue, from your ankles up to your center, going back in with sweet, passionate swirls and flicks of the tongue on your clit.

The sensation was so sweet and full of care that although you were crying from pleasure, you were also crying from the overwhelming emotions you were feeling.

She made you feel on top of the world. You wanted to make her feel like that.

She stood up and turned you around to face her. She placed a palm on your cheek, thumb rubbing it, admiring your fucked out facial expression and the adoration in your eyes.

You pulled her into you, smashing your lips into hers, dying to feel the safety of them again, and tasted yourself off her lips.

“See how good you taste, nkozsana?” She asked, piercing you with her eye contact and sending chills down your spine with her native tongue.

“I want to taste you.” You blurt out, desperately.

“There’s no need. I just wanna make you feel good.” She replied.

“That would make me feel so good.” You slur your words with full intent of seducing.

You rub your palms across her shoulders and down her chest, lifting the tank once you get to the bottom of her torso. You kiss all down her now exposed skin, kissing around her chest, down her rib cage, down her navel.

“Please, baby?” you looked up at her from your new kneeled position. You felt her shiver between your hands.

She looked down at you and almost melted where she stood. She had such a soft spot for you. She nervously swallowed before caving in and nodding her head, yes.

You smirked to yourself before standing up and taking her hand, leading her to the bed and lightly pushing her back. You instructed her to move back to the middle of the bed and you crawled up to her.

Your acrylic nails aided in the separation of the skin of her waist and the rim of her boxers. You tugged them off her hips and slide them the rest of the way off her legs.

You took a moment, admiring her beauty. For the first time, you saw Shuri Udaku get flustered. Her ‘too cool for school’ nature seemed to take a leave of absence.

Without breaking eye contact, you lowered yourself to her lower stomach, leaving kisses across it. Seeing her squirm under the delicacy of your touch avenged your yearning soul.

You traveled further and further down til you were hovering over her enterprise. From your view, you could see every sticky droplet of sweat, every hair follicle, every sacred part of her being. She sat up on her forearms, watching your every move, tank still folded and breasts still exposed.

You spread her open further with one hand, pinning it in its place and you began your endeavors. Your tongue slowly but efficiently exploring all of her surface area, nothing going untouched. You paid extra attention to her bud, gently sucking and flicking, switching up your speeds.

“Bast—“ Shuri breathed out, in awe of your talent. She reached down to push you off, and before she could you interlocked your fingers with hers and pinned both of your hands to her chest.

“Y/N,” She began to cry out your name, not knowing it was only your ammunition to continue. With feverish pleasure, you spelled your name in cursive across her sensitivity, mentally claiming her to be yours. You wanted this forever. You wanted her forever.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, I’m cumming, nkoszana,” Her chest heaved up and down, legs beginning to shake. She had never experienced a sexual favor done so passionately, it began to overwhelm her.

You rubbed the sides of her thighs, non-verbally encouraging her to ride it out, while you continued attacking her clit, moaning to send consecutive vibrations into her. Her eyes rolled back into her head as she bucked her hips up, sending herself further into your trap.

Gasping for air, she lets go into you and you clean her up with pride.

As you came back up, she looked at you, astoundingly, in disbelief of what she, 1, allowed you to do to her, and 2 how good you were at it. You smiled nervously, not being able to conceal your chuckle.

“Come here,” She grabbed your arm and tugged you, making you fall directly on top of her. You giggled at her assertiveness.

“Yes?” You ask still smiling down at her.

She pulls you down to her lips, kissing you with the intention of making you feel her gratitude.

“Thank you.” She speaks onto your lips.

You look up at the alarm clock resting on your nightstand, and she positions her neck backwards from underneath you, following your eyes.

“It’s 5 AM.” You start.

“Shit. I gotta go back to my office and set up for the rest of the day.” She says hurriedly, beginning to lift up.

“Can’t you just stay for a little while longer?” You ask her sweetly, purposely putting on the voice that you now know is her weakness.

“Don’t do that to me,” She says fighting off her urges. “I wish I could, but I have a nation to lead.”

“Even Princess’s take vacations, you know,” You reply in a jokey tone.

“Do they?” She chuckled. “I’ll have to invest in one another time.”

Defeated, you began to pout. She lifts up and kisses your lips.

“Put your lips back where they were,” She laughs, teasing you.

You lift up off of her and help her up before she gathers her clothes and puts them back on. The two of you walk back to the door, and she turns around to face you, leaning against it.

“How about I come back tonight?” Shuri asked, holding your hands.

“Hmmm, I don’t know, Princess. I’m a very busy girl.” You tease her.

“Oh, are you?” She chuckles, eyes quickly scanning all of the broken glass materials that lay just a few feet from you both.

You roll your eyes at her sarcasm. “Very funny.”

“You can come back whenever you want.”

“Mm.” She hums. “That’s what I like to hear.”

“Well what if you can’t come back tonight? I thought tonight was your presentation night with the board?” You ask, semi in panic. You really needed to see her again.

“Shit, you’re right. I’m sorry, nkoszana.” Her eyes paced around, in thought, as if she was searching for a solution.

“Well, you could always come to my office. There’s always some work for you to do.” She says with a slick tone in her voice. “Actually, you have some paperwork you haven’t finished that’s past it’s deadline.”

You smiled brightly at her insinuation, knowing very clearly where this was going. “Oh, no, how could I let that happen?”

She shook her head and gave a tsk, tsk, tsk, in her cosplay of disappointment. “I don’t know, but i’m not very pleased with you, Miss Y/N. You will have to make that up to me.”

“Tell me how to fix it,” You say lowly, your arousal slowly building back up.

“Be at my office at 4pm, sharp.” She lifts your chin and lowers herself down to your ear. “And don’t be late. Or that’s an extra penalty.”

She returned back to her above eye level position before kissing your lips once more.

“Yes, Princess,” You promised, impatiently waiting for this day to speed up.

She grabbed the kimoyo bead from off the wall and placed it in her lab coat pocket.

“You give a great performance.” She winked at you before sliding the door open and slipping out, disappearing into the rest of her day.

Smiling from ear to ear, you turn around, and you’re met with the mess that was made earlier, bringing you down from your high.

You quickly open the door and yell down the hall.

“Hey! Come clean up this mess!”

[9w1ft]

hi, how would you explain why Taylor never defended Karlie from any of the brown scooter accusations?

hi,

i would assume it’s because it would have drawn attention to taylor and karlie at a time when they weren’t ready to publicly reconnect, especially after the masters were bought.

i think one thing scooter had been banking on was being able to profit from taylor’s coming out, and potentially from karlie as well because she was still contracted with scooter at the time. if taylor and karlie had publicly reconciled or been publicly okay with one another, that would have put more interest into taylor’s back catalog and karlie’s ventures, which would have meant more profit for scooter.

taylor once said in an interview that sometimes she goes out of her way to prove a point. i think the context of that line was a question about her deciding to re-record her music, but i think it’s also related to this. i think taylor and karlie both would have wanted for scooter to not profit off of their plight. so, they stayed the course that they had been staying for years, and continued not interacting publicly.

to this point, here is the letter she wrote to shamrock, who had been hoping to buy taylor’s catalog from scooter and work with taylor:

as one can see, taylor is very clearly stating that she won’t let scooter profit off of her in any way, even indirectly. i think it’s worth mentioning again that this would include boosting karlie’s earnings in some way (which she doesn’t need anyway because of her own net worth). scooter’s company would probably have been getting about 20% of karlie’s earnings at the time, i would guess? which i think at her peak would have meant over a million per year in his pocket. taylor and karlie both feel like stubborn people and i just think they sacrificed progress on the public friendship front out of principle. and it’s a hit they could definitely take. i think this takes priority for them personally over any public reunion we may have hoped for during lover era. revenge is a strong motivator.

in addition to this, i have wondered if they used the situation (where karlie was still contracted with and going to company events with scooter at the time) to their advantage in some way. doing things to make it seem like they were estranged and to lul scooter into a false sense of security around karlie. i think the lines from mad woman and vigilante shit are telling: “does she smile or does she mouth ‘fuck you forever’?” / “the master of spin has a couple side flings, good wives always know” / “she had the envelope where you think she got it from?” to me, it’s pretty clear where and from who taylor got the dirt. and it low key blows my mind that so many people don’t connect the dots.

oh and, here’s a post i’ve written about some jewelry that karlie wore at the time that i think might be symbolic / emblematic of what went on:

[panzer50]

I don’t know about y’all folks, but TCC is absolutely shit, it’s just stupid and useless, its just people crying and saying retarded shit about how they wanna rape Adam Lanza, Randy stair, Dylann roof bla bla bla etc. fuck you all and i hope you ALL realize that all this is just bullshit, oh gosh i can’t believe i was like one of you guys. Y’all can attack me either way, i don’t care lul. I hope you all realize y’all are just wasting your time crying about killers that is somehow your “boyfriends/girlfriends”. May True Crime Comunity end and never exist ever again. It’s just some faggot who did a shooting bla bla bla, nothing intressting. I can’t believe people actually cry and even carve their name on their skin, like brother, you never even knew them at ALL. And for the people who has those Eric and Dylan shirts. Y’all are just corny. And not gonna lie, those clothes are MAD U G L Y. Can’t believe tcc still exists. It’s never to late to quit that shitty comunity! Because all this isn’t even informative about em. 90% of the comunity are just people drawing porn of them and saying corny ass shits, please grow up. And please i hope you realize you’re mad corny.

[thebadger78]

Nightmare He was in headspace This place shouldn't exist anymore wh- Before sunny could gather thoughts, a figure appeared it was basil at least sunnys minds manifestion of him. Sunny scooted backward. Something was "off" with this basil. He could feel it. He tried to run for the door as far as his little legs could carry him. "Why are you trying to leave me sunny? Basil? Grabbed him roughly, he could feel the possessiveness and desperation through his grip and voice. "You promised you wouldn't leave me again! You said you'd be there for me, " He was then set on the bed Sunny tried to choke out an answer but was too scared to speak. Basil? Yelled out. "Tell me why you tried to leave me again! you promised you"d stay!"

Basil? climbed onto the bed, sealing off sunny only chance at escape. Sunny was trying his best to calm himself down "this isn't real this isn't real this isn't real. This is a dream someone helped. " he just scooted back and back until he hit the headboard with a "thunk" But It feels so real..... "Why are you trying to leave!? Only I can protect you." Tears Welled up in the "basils" eyes. Sunny brought his knees up and buried his face in them, hoping this nightmare would end. The basil? reached out and ran his fingers on the shuddering sunny Sunny tried to squirm away from the touch but couldn't as the fingers only followed him.... That's right, he couldn't do anything to help himself. He was trapped, completely at the mercy of his "friend" no-one could help him. Sunny choked out a sob he just wanted his mind to stop tormenting him with the person he loved. only to have his face forcefully tilted up by basils finger "You look so cute when you are scared like this darling~" Sunny awoke with a start

The basil in this is a dream!

A manifestion of sunnys fear of the power basil has over him now and how sunny (irrationally) thinks it'll affect the "relationship they have."

A/N: Holy, I love the idea of tiny sunny being vulnerable. Maybe a fluff peice is in order to move the beans closer just a little bit >_<

after this dunno if this is a "story" but I think it'll loosely be one. I just like writing moments like this.

Even tho I'm ass at writing lul

Hopefully, one day, a g/t sunflower fic will come into existence with the same themes and do it better, lol

[juune-buug]

ABOUT ME!??!?! WHAAAT

HELLO im june or whatever honestly have fun with my name i dont mind ^_^ my insta is @juune_buug the pronouns are she/they mexican (eng and span speaker)

i am numero uno trinket fan ok MAIN INTERESTS ATM: i'll mainly be making mcyt fanart and hcs (QSMP to be specific) since i've been obsessed with minecraft roleplay for like literally my entire life KKKKKKKKK i may draw ships (of characters, NOT CCS!) and aus if im feeling it!!

I'm also mainly a Philza viewer ok i survive off of clip channels and vods amen

i MIGHT also be drawing OCS and writing stuff about their lore or whatevs (beware of long unavoidable rants) ALSO FEEL FREE TO TALK TO ME ABOUT *YOUR* OWN OCS PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE!!! i love worldbuilding and story writing collabs so feel free to dm if interested!

(OC SHIPS ARE ENCOURAGED PLES AND THANK YOUW)

(no NSFW, gore, OVERLY DETAILED mechas, and just general indecency allowed when it comes to art trades lul)

Misc interests:

Coraline, OTGW, bee and puppycat, murder drones, ITSV, anything cubito related, kirby, resident evil, and idk ill add more maybers i'm not very active online, but i'm always down to collab and get out of my comfort zone! feel free to dm :) i love alex g

[kachikirby]

Shin SD Gundam Gaiden Gaitoshin Senki Manga - Livetweet Collection

This post is basically a way for me to preserve my live reactions to reading the Gaitoshin Senki manga for the first time in January 2021. It includes both halves and opinions.

Of course, there will be spoilers.

"And human, and MS, and angels! A...angels!?"

Love how even the manga is questioning this lul

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Gaiden never misses when it comes to giving even the most stale of Gundam protagonists a personality.

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Ok, as much as I'd like to say that I've seen old computers boot up faster than this plot, this is raw.

Hoshino Ryuuichi doesn't miss with his art.

Except for Dark Superior Dragon.

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"Such dark eyes...aren't like Heero...! But like a monster...!"

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"I'll destroy everything in this world to protect Relena! That is my mission!"

Holy shit this guy is already better than normal Heero.

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Omae wo korosu

HE SAID IT HE SAID THE THING

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YOOOOOOOOOO IT'S SHINE AND DOMON!!

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Bro, are you really gonna use motherfucking Britis as a location and not have a cameo of anyone from Knights of the Round? Wtf...

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I'm now just imagining Baroqugun talking like Gordon Ramsay because of this.

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Ok, Epyon looks cool in this.

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Excuse me what? Layzner Knight X? Literally just came to appear and is just like "ok, bye" after?

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Um...Gaitoshin? You DO know that "using the heroine to power up the final boss" was G and not Wing, right?

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I nearly spit out my water.

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I don't think I posted like an opinion thing after I read it, but I will post mine here.

It's fine. Not one of my favorites, but it's fine. I'm not gonna critique the ending too much since Gaitoshin Senki's final arc didn't come out until like 13 years later and Hoshino Ryuuichi just had to write something based on the notes he was given for each arc, seeing how his manga for it was considered finished. Basically, the carddas series had like 13 years to polish and flesh out everything for a proper ending, he didn't, and you can tell that.

But honestly, in terms of him finishing something where the original source was unfinished, I prefer SD Gundam Seiden because it feels a bit more natural imo. I still like to reread that manga occasionally.

Though it does make me curious how he'd adapt the newer entries like Saddrac Knight Saga, New World Advent Legend, and King Story.

[siberat]

any dinobots headcanons?

sorry for taking a bit to respond!

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So, while not specified, I am assuming the thought’s on the dino/bots is related to chib. If not, my appoplogies, b/c this is gonna be chub.

Grim/lock: being the brute that he is, he tended to be the most greediest- mind you, he of course still shares wioth the rest of his gang, he just takes the biggest pieces for himself. He tends to be glutonous, eating way too fast to be able to properly gauge just how much he consumed until it’s way too late. As in, belly swollen and extremely achy. He then has to go find Rat/chet and ask what is wrong with his tummy and whines that it’s a grumbling mess. The medic, used to these antics, gives him the cyber/tronian equivulence to pep-to and send him on his way. If he wants belly rubs, he gotta find Wheel/jack: who agrees without hesitation.

Sla/g: being fiercly…fiece and all, if he gets ahold of the meal first, he’d feast as fast as he could to get the most food. He also tends to angry eat…. Like, when he’s angry, he eats. Seeing how he’s pretty much always in a bad mood ( from having to listen to Pri/mes orders or something) he’s always got food on his mind. Yeah, he gives the term hangry its deadly meaning for sure! And if/when sl/ag overeats, his mood is even more cranky due to the belly aches. He won’t go to med bay to get anything for relief nor allow anyone to rub that tummy… instead, he purposly belches as loud and rudly as possible. Take that.

Slu/dge: while not the sharpest crayon in the box, his eating habits are odd. Odd as in not much thought is given to what meals he eats. He is the lover of junk food, for sure. Instead of consuming a well balanced meal, this bot tend to turn snacks into meals. And sometimes, the meals consist of items that one wouldn’t think to put together…like (cyber/tronian equivulances, of course_ penut butter and tuna fish… m &m’s and skittles…milk and pizza…gummies and cereal, you get the idea. His overundulgences end up with him laying in his berth, cradling his belly as he whimpers. He doesn’t ever grasp that while some foods may be good on their own, mixing them isn’t the bestest of ideas.

Sna/rl: being a rather unhappy dino/bot, he tends to eat to dull the sadness in his spark. When not in battle, he is holed up somewhere alone and binge eating. His thoughts are wondering to Cyber/tron and how he wishes he was there instead of Earth. Hating his alt mode makes him eat. However, he’s not quite as ‘uncultered’ as his fellow dino/bots. He manages to take the time to cook some very savory meals. He cooks entire feasts for himselfs and spends all night slowly eating them as to enjoy them to their fullest. He often eats as he looks over datapads of cyber/tron or other dinos that may have been cooler to have as an alt. By the time his optics grow heavy, his belly grows heavy too. It grumbles and quakes, but the feeling of being so full luls him to sleep. He curls up and rubs his own swelled belly as he drifts off to sleep. He kinda is a little happy while doing to.

Swo/op: being the friendlist an dmost sociable of the dino-squad, he tends to be more of a grazer. If there is a gathering, he’ll be there idly chatting ( as long as he aint getting ordered around, that is!) with snacks in hand. He admitted, upon being questioned by other dino/bots about why he even bothered attending these functions, and he responded with the obvious: they always have food. The topics may not be the best ( though, he fakes interest as to not be rude) but is always scoping out the treats. He’s the least likely to overeat in public: being much more sensitive he doesn’t like any teasing or ridicule comiing his way. However, whenever left overs are offered to be taken back, Swo/op eagrly agrees- often clearing out whatever no one else takes. ( He may even swipe some before the offer is made, but you didn’t hear that from me) Once he returns to his habsuit, and out of sight of the others, he finishes up whatever he took with him. However, he is very mindful of being able to fly still. He would never want to be caught grounded by such a huge gut that he couldn't strike fear into other mech’s by his scary alt mode.

Now, can you imagine them all together? If they are hungry- you got one snagging the biggest pieces, another piling food sky high on his plate, one randomly fixing a plate with combos that do not make sense, one eating the sadness away in a corner, and the fjnal one shoving food into subspace for later. They’d resemble a swarm of locuses more than dino’s…..

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I actually do not know much about the Dino/bots.

[apileofmoss]

erm. SLAY? check under cut for me talkin abt What this is lul

OKAYY so back in 2020 i drew smth to test out new pens and since then i've redrawn it four times (this one included) ^_^ im not sure how im feelin bout it and kinda went wacky with lineart colors cuz of it but its decent :D

oki so it goes: may 2020 -> feb 2021 - may 2021 -> jan 2022 ! not sure how long the first 3 took but the one from january took Five hours and the one from now only took two :] art/writing taglist: @snaxle @samnook @neonkoii @areus-in-a-little-cave @aiilov-c @cupsmp @cnnamonrolls @yourfriendphoenix @wiiwarechronicles @the-g-m @tweewig @omegamoo @glowconcept @thehelpenchantingfig @t3rm1nus @esynk @atthebell @cavern-of-shenanigans @avid-dust-collector @marszstar @frauggietheperson (ask to be added/removed)

[ravetillyoucry]

yo yo yo yo yo yo

Btw I post non g/t art on my side account @suseiseki , warning i do post my thoughts a lot and reblog a bunch of stuff, is basically treat like a spam blog lul

[hyperfixated-homo]

6. Anything that might inspire you subconsciously (i.e. this horse wasn't supposed to look like the Last Unicorn but I see it)

-g

Everything I do now has so much color symbolism because of sanders sides. I learnt about the color theory and my brain just kinda stuck on it. Also a lot of my art has been indirectly impacted by my time in the mcyt fandom (including how i talk. i say kekw and lul sometimes by accident when i text quickly and dont think about it)

[postsofbabel]

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[buhayko-sa-cordillera]

National Museum

　Magandang araw po!

　8月10日、マニラにあるNational Museumに行ってきました！

　National Museum（美術館）はマニラのイントラムロスの近くにあり、すぐ近くにNational Museum of Anthropology（人類学）、 National Museum of Natural History（自然史）もあります。

　全部周りたかったのですが、ひとつひとつが大きすぎて体力が足りず、今回はNational MuseumとAnthropologyしか行けませんでした、、！

　マニラはいつも移動の拠点になるだけで、考えてみたらほとんど観光したことがなかったのですが...

　マニラには町全体が混沌としたイメージがあったのですが、最寄り駅のUnited Nationsに降り立つと、道が広くて洗練された雰囲気があり、マニラにこんな場所があったのか...！と驚きました。

　私はここまでの4か月間イフガオの文化を研究していたので、私の今日の大本命は美術館よりもAnthropologyのほうでした。駅からトライシケルに乗って到着。

　

　ギリシャの建築のような荘厳な雰囲気！かっこいい！

　展示はフロアごとに生活用品、布織物、陶器、稲作などジャンルで分かれていたり、ミンダナオ、コルディリアエラなど地方ごとの文化が分かる展示もありました。

　私はルソン島北部の地方の研究をしていたので、ミンダナオの文化についてはほとんど知識がなく、ほとんど違う国のように異なる文化やイスラムの信仰が垣間見える展示はとても興味深かったです。

　また陶器の展示では、大航海時代の東アジアとの貿易の影響で、中国風の陶器がたくさん見られたのも新しい発見でした。（ここらへんは写真が撮れませんでした^^;)

　しかしコルディリアエラ地方の展示エリアになると、不思議と地元に戻ってきたような親近感がありました、、！

　

　コルディリエラの中でも地方ごとに色合いが異なる布地。一番左にある赤いものがイフガオのG-Stringと呼ばれる布で、伝統衣装として男性が下半身に巻くものです。

　コルディリエラ地方の米の守り神であるBu-lulの展示。たくさんのBululが等間隔に並ぶ展示室は何とも言えないシュールな雰囲気（笑）

　イフガオでは守り神として家屋のいたるところに飾られているのをよく見かけました。沖縄のシーサーのようなイメージかな？？イフガオやバギオのお土産屋さんでも大小のBululをよく見かけます。

　ひとつひとつのお顔はこんな感じ。なんだか不気味ですが、私は親近感がわいてきて可愛く見えてきました（笑）

　ほかにも興味深かったのは、フィリピンがスペインに占領される前、フィリピンで使われていたバイバインという文字にまつわる展示。

　文字の読み方が書かれています。

　もしこの文字が現在でもフィリピンで使われていたら...

　私はフィリピン語を勉強しなかっただろうな(^^)

　次は美術館について書こうと思います！

　機会があれば自然史とイントラムロスにも行かねば...！

[benefits1986]

Shades & Shakers

NGL, Leo szn 2024 is not a ghost month, yes?

My first hero is my Prep teacher. I think, I've talked about her previously or it may just be another thought bubble. She carved a tiny home for me and my purple Prep Joey mates back in a small and highly progressive school ages ago.

Today, I remember her and should our paths cross again, I'd give her a solid hug and for sure, I'll cry. Teacher Rosa hailed from Leon Guinto and damn, I must say that it kinda seems a "premonition" looking back. One that I didn't ever see coming and one that shaped my worldview even when I'm not totally sold about being cloistered in the halls that once cradled the wounded soldiers of WW2. However, as I come in peace, this makes sense.

Maarte ako e. Hahahaha. Masungit pa. (Parang normal naman 'to sa mga hinubog sa Leon G. Street like Teacher Rosa pero siya, 'yung sungit niya sa mga bagay na may kwenta, unlike ako na sa lahat masungit.) And what I'm super sold about after ages of loathing this chapter was that, mukhang tama ng nanay kong dragon. She housed me there for four years to prune me as bonsai --punggok na, pudgy pa, ako e. LOL.

Still curious as to when I'd see my first official social group as a daldal kahit saan bitch. Very interesting.

Best Lesson from Teacher Rosa: Just be you but try to hold your tongue at times. Also, you can read well even when your mom tells you that you'd have to perfect reading words with "b" and "d". You can do it, but stop being frustrated about the tiny things. Keep your high energy, but don't be too rowdy.

Note to Self: SHEMAY. OO NA. Eto na since 1986. Bakit parang ganito pa rin ako? Hahahaha. Shet. Next.

My next highlight for today, sa ngalan ng pakikibaka with a heart is my second dad. He's my OG mentor and one of my benchmarks. He came from Katips and is a loud and proud promdi. While he came from an alta fam, he worked his ass off to get a scholarship kasi nga 'di daw sila mayaman. LUL. He tried LS but gave up because the vibe did not sit well with him. Sungit din niyan. Hahaha. And whenever he wants to steer me in a direction that I deem directionless, the battle gears are high and mighty. There was even an era when I loathed him talaga. What I like most about my second dad is that he's keep slaying shit.

From the crazy and colorful world of being an expat in the 80s and surviving the market crash nung 90s, jusq. He's now working with the grassroots people to power up their cooperatives with AI. Then, he'd teach me the pitfalls and perils of halo marketing. Now, we'd deep dive-ish into the prompts he's pumping. How crazy does this boomer go? He's building business models and modules with the bot gods. I find it funny that now, he's keeping up with me. Well, kinda. Marketing and finance expertise niya along with social responsibility. He's actually one of the may panaka ng market leader sa botika with the tagline since the 90s. Wala ng ibang clue because he's super underrated.

Recently, his ask from me was to build his LI profile. Tawang-tawa ako. I told him na why now lang? And if he wanted to go with the social selling route. Ako na. Maiba naman bilang he's immersed in the barrios and the barangays most of his days and nights. He chuckled and said that he doesn't need LinkedIn to light things up. TACCA. Apaka ugh talaga. Pang-add lang daw talaga nung mga nagtatanong from his network. That's it. Iba rin naman ang angas. LOL. Pero 'di pa rin ako papagiba kasi sayang 'yung leads na magenerate niya kahit 'di na raw siya workaholic at 70+. Hahaha.

He lambasts my Lego affinity and biking. Tanda ko na raw for Lego, pero joke lang 'yun syempre. Sa bike naman, dapat daw scooter or big bike tapos cruising in the countryside. Sabi ko, wait lang sa scooter. Paparating na. Also, mag-drive na raw ako ulit as a gala person. What I like best about my second dad is that he's so not out of touch. Apaka pak niya diyan. Pero kitang-kita ang blue vibes niya 'pag nasa debatehan szn kami. No one's backing down talaga. As in. Kahit magkamatayan na. Ganernsss. But, we agree to disagree saka mas 'di na kami rarasisbumba now. Siguro dahil sa AI? Labo. LOL.

Best Lessons from Second Dad: Don't let them butcher you. Butcher them but be classy kahit basura kausap mo. Bawasan mo rin kasungitan mo, minsan. Highlights ko sa kanya are Lessons from Geese and this quote he shared: You plant a tree not to enjoy its shade. Saka 'wag na raw ako mag-LS lalo sa hood niya. Hahahahahaha. 'Di ba? Pakialamero siya talaga lagi akala mo anak niya akong totoo. Sa AI na lang daw ako mag-focus. LOL. Very Jesuit pero ugh. LUL.

Recently, we talked about my will to die. OPAK. Sabi niya, 'wag daw muna akong excited. Masyado raw poetic mga attempts ko. Gago e noh. Baka raw sa anti-climactic way pa ako ma-deads, so kapit lang daw ako. Siya 'yung boomer na legit progressive. Hindi siya cancel mode in all levels pero may wisdom saka may sense. EAT SHIT KAYONG MGA BOOMER BOMBERS. CHE. And that I just need to strengthen my core people and actually ask for help. May tawa pa 'yan plus reminder to get checkups with his network na trusted niya. HAHAHAHAHAHA. Shemayyyy. Note to Self: Pag-isipan ko pa mga sinasabi niya. Hahahahaha. LELS. And also, reminder to get our shit done na rin this Leo szn. Let's go. Another super important thing is to remember that the new coding language is ENGLISH so, tara naman sa finance side of things lalo sa marketing emerut. It's time. Eto na. Lapag. UGH. Side Note: Was going over my documents for something I need to work on and poof, oks naman pala letter grades ko sa Finance and Quatech. OPAK. Gulat ako, honestly. Kadire. Hahahaha. Maka-podcast nga beyond Rotten Mango na about progressive financial emerut. Sana may oks and legit na progressive.

So what?

The Venn Diagram of my two heroes of the day is no less than Rissaaaahhh Honti. Ayoko na lang mag-talk because, we don't meddle na sa mga bagay na nilabanan natin pero tapos na. Finish na. Galing-galing niya. HUHUHUHU. IYKYK. Ganda pa ng singing voice saka nag-scuba sa Batangas. HIHIHIHI. Ganda niya pa in person as a fangirl na 'di na silent. LOL. Pinaka love kong anecdote from her mismo is one time, naputulan sila ng kuryente kasi nasa work siya as a single mom. OPAK. KK --Kulasang Katips na legit right there. O baka kasi nakikiusap ako sa Meralco lineman na sorry na talaga kasi nga nasa meeting lang ako at nalimutan ko na namang magbayad ng bill with abot ng pang merienda niya at ng pamilya niya. HAHAHAHHA.

Let these lessons and notes be reminders to hang onto to the frameworks from humble sticks and stones, with blood, flesh and bones. EME. Hahahaha. Akala mo naman apaka profound ano po? LOL. I'd really have to just keep going and trust the process amidst my superlative trust issues that circle back to my trust issues with myself. HAHAHAHA. Ang lala, but we're on track naman. Sana tuloy-tuloy lang kasi naman ang spirals ay spiraling. But, sa ngalan ng life outside Manila at iba pang kaganapang emerrruttthhsss, okay, fine. Tara na talaga. It's time.

Also, always choose to be kind BUT firm. And keep my shoulders strong kahit masakit talaga because alam mo naman as a degenerating noona na talaga tayo.

And of course, sa ngalan ng pananalo sana naman ng 2ne1 concert sa kahit saang lupalop ng JP. Jusq. Napaka hirap, mhie to the point na susugal na ako sa mga legit scalpers. Sign up pa lang pota kang Jap characters ka as a wala namang alam sa kahit anong form ng pagsulat o pagbasa. UGH. Sobrang strict pati sa mga bagay na dapat simple lang. TAKAYO TALAGA. Also, narealize ko, Japan didn't happen earlier this year, because eto na tayo. HIHIHIHIHIHIHI. Sa Kobe kaya para makabike sa Kyoto? EMEEE. CHOZ. Abangan!

PS: Bilhin ko na ba talaga 'yung last na kulang na LS pero sobrang taas na nung reseller price. POTA. Or hanap na lang ako sa Japan. Hahahahahha. Abangannnnn!

[bakaslayer29]

lul when i listen to music and doomscroll its like being transported to a third space d i g i t a l l y WOOO