#Ony's Observatory

[halfrican-heat]

ALL MINE (Ony)

"You come here, I'll knock your pussy out the damn frame. Remember the last time I made you miss your damn plane? Remember the last time I wet you down with champagne?"

A/N: Hey! I'm down bad for this man rn, lol. I've got lots of ideas for him though, so yay! Happy reading :) Inspired by @lingeriae and this post! Requests are open, too! Get at your girl.

Warning(s): Explicit Sexual Content; Penetrative Sex (p in v), Oral Sex (F receiving), Cursing, Public Sex (Outdoors), Cervix kissing, Wedding details, N Word Used, Black reader in mind, AAVE/Dialogue with Dialect, Dominant!Ony (when tf is he not in my mind), Depiction of marijuana usage, Depictions of alcohol consumption, Mild Dubious Consent; Beta'd by my besties <3

Pairing: Ony x Wedding Planner!Reader

Song Inspo: All Mine - Brent Faiyaz

His eyes drilled into the side of your head, trailing the curves of your body.

As maid of honor, your dress was a little different from the other bridesmaids. Make no mistake, your girls looked good with a t on the end. You made sure of that, but you all agreed upon something more…tailored for the lady making the most moves. So, your dress was designed to your tastes and fit you like a glove. It accentuated all your assets and Onyankopon was taking stock. 

The two of you had only fucked once but there was this heightened tension ever since.

During the entire wedding process, Ony had been a pain in your ass. Because he was the best man, the two of you had to collaborate on many of the joint events-- like the Engagement Party and Bridal Party mixers. He was a terrible flirt and spent most of his time trying to get in your pants. Then, if it wasn’t you, he was flirting with any lady he could. And they would swoon just as soon as Ony flashed that handsome, megawatt smile of his. 

But for some reason, Ony liked the challenge you posed. The way you were resistant to his charms. Unfortunately for you, Ony was interested in you. He liked you.

You dealt with his bullshit for a good while, putting in a valiant effort because you were doing your best friend and fellow soror, Kendra, a favor. Y’all went back to diapers and stuck together through everything. You were a celebrity event coordinator, specializing in weddings, so you were doing double duty by being her maid of honor and planning the entire wedding. But shit hit the fan between you and Ony the night of the final Bridal Party mixer. The two of you got into a huge blowout fight that ended with your cute little cocktail dress torn and strewn about the floor of Ony’s hotel room, his tongue licking champagne from places it shouldn’t have been. 

“You doing so good, ma.” He had whispered, fucking you into his sheets. 

You ended up missing your damn plane the next morning. Needless to say, he moved up on your list of people you wouldn’t mind spending time with. But he quickly moved back down the list after he ghosted you the next day. During the rehearsal dinner, you found him talking up some girl in the hotel lounge. He made eye contact with you as he flirted with her, looking away to give her his full attention. 

So, you kept it cordial and cute after that. You acted like it didn’t bother you. Did he have amazing, life-changing dick that made you want to murder him and the bitch from the hotel lounge? Yes, yes he did. But were you a classy, sophisticated bitch who successfully planned a destination wedding while being the maid of honor and dealing with Ony’s shiesty ass? Yes, yes the fuck you were. 

And no nigga was gonna make you second guess that shit. 

The “Lounge Incident”, as your friends lovingly dubbed it, had happened a week ago. Fast forward to the present and there you were, watching your best friend dance and act a fool with the love of her life. You were happy for her, of course, but it did make you feel a little wistful.

The wedding ceremony wrapped up two hours prior and you found yourself nursing a glass of champagne at the reception. You were pretending to be unfazed by the looks Ony was sending you from across the room. You stole a glance at him when you felt like he wasn’t watching you and…dear Lord. 

His white dress shirt was tucked into his green slacks, suit jacket long forgotten, with a few of the top buttons opened. His gold chain shined at you, almost winking, as it matched the gold Rollie on his wrist. He flashed a smile to one of his homeboys and you felt your knees wobble a little. You looked away quickly and crossed the room to find your girls. They were standing around one of the reception tables talking.

“Aht, don’t bring that energy over here, ma’am!” Your friend, Chelsea, said. “That man look like he ‘bout to jump your ass.”

“Please tell me y’all not about to fuck at this wedding,” Liyah groaned.

Your girls laughed loudly and you hid a smile behind your champagne glass as you took a sip. You risked a glance back at Ony, finding his gaze already on you. He didn’t care to hide the fact he was staring at you, not even giving the young lady in front of him a glance as she spoke to him. You whipped around, clearing your throat. 

“Bye, girl. It ain’t even like that.”

The table went quiet, all the girls looking over your shoulder. A shit-eating grin spread across Chelsea’s face as she raised her hand, waving playfully. 

“Hey, Ony.”

Your eyes widened as his chest pressed against your back, his warmth surrounding you. You tried to pretend to be unbothered as your friends gawked with wide eyes and smirks. 

“Hey, ladies.”

The smile was evident in his voice, sending chills down your spine. But you took a sip of your champagne with a neutral face, not acknowledging him. In truth, you didn’t need to. He leaned down so that his mouth was close to your ear, hands braced on the table as he trapped you against his chest. His chain brushed your neck, not helping the goosebumps erupting all over your skin. His words, low so only you could hear them, didn’t help either. 

“Say bye to your lil friends so I can eat your pussy.”

He paused as you turned your head slightly, your faces close to touching. 

“And stop playing with me.”

His eyebrow arched at you as he pulled back, taking a sip from his whiskey glass. He addressed your friends again, setting the glass down. 

“Ladies,” He said with a charming smile. 

With that, he left you standing there as you slowly looked back to your friends who gaped back at you. 

“Bye.” You said finally, scurrying from the reception hall as fast as your legs would carry you.

You found Ony outside the building, perched against the wall. A blunt hung from his lips as he gazed at you sidelong. You approached slowly, hips swaying with each step. His eyes never left yours as he sparked up and inhaled, exhaling the smoke slowly. You felt dizzy with need but you weren’t down that bad. Not yet. 

You took the blunt as he passed it to you. You let the smoke soothe you before you exhaled. You took a few more pulls before passing it back to him. 

“Take your panties off,” He said finally, after a long draw. 

You tutted, crossing your arms. 

“You just gon’ act like you ain’t ghost me, Ony?”

“I was wrong for that. But I'm here now, ain't it?” He said casually. 

You rolled your eyes, turning to go back inside. He grabbed your arm and pulled you back to him, his lips pressing firmly against yours. His mouth teased yours, opening it as smoke billowed between the two of you. His arm slid down to your waist as you exhaled the smoke he gave you. 

He took another pull, exhaling, before he looked back down at you. 

“I told you stop playing with me.”

“Maybe I'm done with you," You bluffed. "Maybe I got me another nigga to fuck on now.”

Ony scoffed, tucking the rest of his blunt away for later.

“Aight, that’s enough of that shit,” He mumbled, grabbing your hand as he pulled you to the side of the building. 

It was a more hidden spot, behind large bushes that wrapped around the front of the building and off to the side. From there, you could see guests entering and exiting but they couldn’t see you unless they were looking hard enough. Your eyes widened as he kneeled in front of you and shoved your dress up your legs. You swatted at his hands, panicking as your eyes darted around. Ony stilled, his gaze hard as he grabbed your hands and looked up at you.

“Don’t piss me off.”

Now, you were down bad. 

You took a shaky breath as he released your hands, going back to bunching up your dress. 

“Hold that,” He said, tossing your leg over his shoulder. 

You did as he asked, taking the garment in your hands. Your body flushed with heat as he shamelessly nuzzled his nose against your soaked core, smelling your needy scent. He kissed your clothed core and pushed your panties aside, holding them in one hand as he slipped a finger into your dripping cunt. He moved the digit in and out, brushing against that soft spot inside you. 

“Oh, fuck,” You whined, your head falling against the wall. 

“Yeah, say that shit you was sayin’ now,” Ony taunted, sliding another digit inside. “This pussy all mine.”

You panted, bracing yourself with a hand on his shoulder, as you forced out your next question.

“What about that bitch from the lounge, Ony?”

“I was gonna try what she was offering, but she wasn’t you,” He said easily, his eyes glued to his fingers moving in and out of you. “Damn, ma. You sucking that shit in.”

“Ony,” You whimpered. “I don’t want to play no games with you--”

“I’m not. That shit not an offer to me when you’re around,” He said firmly. “Now, you gon’ keep complainin’ or you gonna let daddy eat his pussy?”

“Ony--”

Any rebuttal you had became a wanton moan as he didn’t wait for a response, his mouth descending on your clit as his fingers continued to move inside you. You covered your mouth with your hand, trying in vain to stifle the sounds of pleasure he was snatching from you. He pulled his fingers from you gently, spreading your sopping pussy wider as he fucked his tongue in and out of you. 

He ate you out messily, drinking up your juices like sweet nectar. The slurping noises were lewd as he sucked on your clit, teasing it with his tongue before dipping it back into your weeping hole. His performance was drawing pathetic whines from your throat as you tried to keep the two of you from getting caught. Heat pooled in your belly as his mouth on your core drove you toward a heated finish. 

Then, he stopped completely. You let out a confused moan as the pleasure waned, your orgasm evading you. The confusion didn’t last long, however, as you heard his belt coming undone. He pulled himself from his pants as he tore your panties. He hiked your leg around his waist and slid home without warning.

“Hold on to me,” He grunted, his other hand supporting your back.

You wrapped your arms around him, your head resting on his shoulder as he thrust into you. His pace was rough and deep, fucking you like he owned you. Maybe he did. Maybe you wanted him to. You muffled a scream into his shoulder as his length kissed your cervix, unrelenting as the drag of his cock against your tight walls sent you into oblivion.

“Fuck, baby,” He groaned. “You so tight f’me. Takin’ me so good.”

You choked back a sob as his tip brushed that soft spongy spot, bringing back the pool of pleasure from before. Ony noticed your reaction, angling his hips to hit it over and over again. Your whimpers and moans were his own private mixtape as you keened and cried in his ear. He stretched you so good, the feeling of being this full something new and foreign to you. Ony was a bad habit, and he was making sure you wouldn’t be able to kick him any time soon.

That pool of pleasure warmed further with each snap of his hips into yours. Your quiet, open-mouthed cries built in intensity as the temperature inside you began to rise, swirling like a tsunami. You felt yourself teetering on that delicate edge and so could Ony. He picked up the pace. 

“You gonna cum on your dick?” He taunted, egging you on. “You gon’ show me who this dick belong to?”

Your climax crashed over you as you slapped a hand to your mouth, muffling the sob that broke free. He fucked you through your orgasm, prolonging it as your body seized around him. He could barely pull out, opting for shallow thrusts as you came down from your high.

You sagged against the wall, trying to catch your breath as Ony pulled out. He fixed your dress and smoothed it down around the hips. He tucked himself back into his pants and dug his wallet from his pocket, fishing out his room key. 

He flashed it in front of your dazed face before placing it in your hand. He pulled you off the wall, making sure you looked good before nudging you in the direction of the front doors. 

“Go to my room. Third floor, 303. I’ll be there in a minute.”

You looked down at the key card in your hand then back to him. He sparked up his blunt again, blowing out smoke as he smacked your ass. 

“Go ‘head, ma. I’m coming.”

You jumped slightly from the impact and found your feet moving you out of the bushes. You stumbled back into the hotel lobby, walking on wobbly legs to the elevators with his room key clutched in your hand. Your girl, Chelsea, was coming from the restrooms as the two of you made eye-contact. She smirked, her eyes trailing over you. She subtly adjusted the top of her dress, nodding at you.

You took the hint, fixing yours. 

She went back into the reception hall without a word as you fumbled to press the elevator button. 

Your night was not over yet.

[dreamcrow]

hellooo, tales of arcadia community...!

it's hard to believe it's already halloween, which means ordershipping week 2022 is coming to a close. but it already looks like our first year was a resounding success! for such a tiny corner of the fandom, we saw some really incredible turnout; i for one am well pleased to see such excitement over our niche side blorbos (o´〰`o)

for ease of access, and to celebrate everyone's efforts one last time, here's a preliminary final roundup of all the fills we've seen so far.

» the more things change...

Observatory Musings: B-Side, by @babblish

the more things change..., by @arcaneorderships

Wrap your roots all around my bones (1), by @arcanelovepile

a petition to the god, handsome of face, by @dreamcrow

» classic trope

Red Oni, Blue Oni, by @arcaneorderships

More Plant than God, by @babblish

Enemies to L💗vers, by @arcanelovepile

second self, by @dreamcrow

» date night

if you like piña coladas, by @arcanelovepile

As a Treat, by @babblish

date night!, by @arcaneorderships

dinner reservations (illustrated), by @dreamcrow

» art/music

Ghosts in Earthen Hues, by @babblish

skraelroc smooch + mini-playlist, by @arcanelovepile

a few hundred years later..., by @arcaneorderships

a sip from the devil's cup, by @dreamcrow

» missing scene

Wretched Heart, by @babblish

Tension, by @arcanelovepile

so through an ancient wood + obligatory hotsprings filler episode, by @dreamcrow

» alternate universe

Listen to Me, by @babblish

dancing embers, by @arcanelovepile

winter break, by @dreamcrow

» ...the more things stay the same

Wrap your roots all around my bones (2), by @arcanelovepile

Observatory Musings: A-side + A-side—Bonus Art, by @babblish

the moon alive beneath your skin, by @dreamcrow

...but that's just the state of the tag as of me making this post. if i've missed anything, add it here in a reblog; the week may be over, but the party continues >:)

finally: an enormous thank you to everyone who participated—authors, artists, rebloggers, commenters, and everyone else who helped make this little picnic happen! whether you've been here since the start, or just stopped by this week: we couldn't have done it without you. we're glad to have had you, and hope to see you aroundヽ(´∇｀)ﾉ ❤️💙💚

[dummy-kanji]

Floating Garden Observatory por Rodrigo da Silva Guerra Por Flickr: A view from the bottom of the Floating Garden Observatory, which connects the tops of both of the twin towers of the skyscraper called Sky Building. More about this building in this Wikipedia article. Be sure to check out also this amazing shot taken from a very similar point of view, by Dai Oni.

[inikaga]

New Song out. I’m officially becoming a band called Ovaltine Nights with the Boof(and friends) I need a ghost that can play the theremin and a mongolian throat singer DM me. Serious inquiries only.

Tumblr: inikaga.tumblr.com/ Twitter: twitter.com/Oni_Music Instagram: www.instagram.com/g_rody_/ Art Instagram: www.instagram.com/demonic_media/

[toskarin]

alright project this on the wonderful observatory dome that is the inside of your skull

you know that art where vampire girls seem insecure or shy about their fangs? imagine that but with an oni girl's tusk-teeth. just a concept

[thecatprince]

Stages and Stars

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Relationships: Eventual Prinxiety, Eventual Logicality

Summary:  Four people, an actor, an astronomer, a musician and a baker, move into a flat together at the start of the year. As they go through the various struggles of life, they slowly become friends and end up making friendships and relationships that are unbreakable.

Warnings: Panic attacks

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Chapter Three - Friendship

It had been a couple of days since they had all moved in together and they had started to settle into a comfortable routine. Patton got up first, and tended to make a pot of coffee for everyone to help themselves (Logan was horrible before his coffee in the morning), and he would be the first out the house on the days when he worked at the local bakery. Logan and Roman were often up next and would help themselves to coffee and jam and toast (they had bonded over a shared love of Crofters). Virgil would be the last up, and he would come in with his headphones over his ears and dance around the kitchen a little as he made his breakfast.

“I am going to go food shopping today, so add what you want me to get on this list,” Patton said as they were sitting around the kitchen table eating breakfast.

“I’ll come with you,” Roman said. “I need a distraction from my audition this afternoon.”

“I am sure you will be fine Roman. You have been practicing a lot,” Patton responded reassuringly.

“Oh, I know I will do well, I am just a little nervous.” Roman gave Patton a confident smile that was unfortunately ruined by the jam on his face. Virgil gave a snort of laughter and Roman shot him a glare. “What are you laughing at JD-lightful?”

“Nothing, it’s just you have jam smeared all over your face, which kind of ruins your act of confidence.”

Roman gave a huff of annoyance, and went to wash his face.

“So, what are you guys doing today?” Patton asked.

“Well, I was planning on doing some more research on the local observatory, and probably spend the day reading. There was a new book on astronomy that came out last week that I haven’t had a chance to read yet.”

“That sounds fun. How about you Virgil?”

“I was just going to fiddle around with my music. I was expecting a call from someone as well, so I am going to wait for that,” Virgil said, in a slightly harsher tone than usual.

Patton gave him a slightly confused look, but he brushed it off as Virgil being tired. The conversation changed to the weather for the week and the answers of the crossword that Logan was doing. He did them most mornings as he had breakfast, and the others would chime in occasionally if they knew a word. Roman was quite good at crosswords, mostly from all of the books he read, much to the surprise of everyone, especially Virgil, who had found out couple of days ago that Roman had been taking toast out of the toaster with a fork when it was stuck (it was a wonder he was still alive).

“What is a thirteen letter word, starting with m, for a collection or group composed of members or elements of different kinds?” Logan asked.

“Miscellaneous,” Roman said as he entered the room after washing his face. Logan wrote it down.

“How about a nine letter word for obscurity or vagueness? Starts with a ends with y.”

“Hmmm…. Try ambiguity.”

Logan filled in the squares. “It works. Well done.”

After the crossword was done, Logan and Virgil disappeared into their respective rooms and Patton and Roman headed out to the shops to buy some more food. “Hey Roman, do you think Virgil sounded a little off today?” Patton asked as they made their way to the store.

“No, I thought he seemed just as moody as normal. Why?”

“Oh, it was probably nothing, but he just seemed a little on edge.”

Roman gave this some consideration. “Maybe. I didn’t really notice that much. Also we have only known each other fully for a couple of days, so I can’t say I know any of you well enough to know if you are acting off from your usual character.”

“That’s fair. I just have a feeling.” Roman shrugged, not sure how to respond. The two men entered the store, and they headed around the aisles, grabbing the food they need off the shelves and into the trolley.

“Hey Roman, look!” said Patton as they went to the produce section. “Oni-on.” He pointed to the pile of onions. “Oni-off.” He pointed to floor. Roman smiled, having a great appreciation of puns.

“You know,” Patton began as they passed the tray of potatoes, “I actually have a lot of jokes about potatoes, but I just don’t know where to starch.” Patton had that very specific look on his face, like the facial equivalent of a ‘ba dum tss’.

“I always try to look nice wherever I go, because you never know who you are going to meat,” Patton joked, pointing to the fridge of meat products. Roman was enjoying himself immensely as Patton jumped from food to food, making a punny comment of each one they passed.

“I have a fondness for bananas. I find them very appealing.” Patton had the biggest smile on his face. He picked up a pair. “I think you and I make an excellent pear!” “Me too Padre,” Roman said as he laughed. “Those puns are very good.”

“Thanks. I have a lot more.” Patton started thumping the beetroot as they passed it. “Listen to that beet.” Roman gave an appreciative chuckle, watching in amusement as his friend ran around the store.

“Being around all of this food has made me berry hungry,” Patton quipped as he grabbed some strawberries and raspberries from the tray and placed them in the trolley.

“Gosh, aren’t my puns just grape?” Roman gave a huff of laughter. He thought Patton’s puns were excellent and he admired how fast he could come up with them.

“Indeed they are Patton.” Patton gave Roman an appreciative smile and Roman returned it. The two bought their food, and walked back to the apartment, swapping jokes and laughing as they went. -- Virgil’s morning went a little differently. He had been on edge all day, waiting for the manager of the local pub to call him to see if they were willing to let him perform there. He wasn’t normally this anxious, well, not since high school at least. Years of therapy meant that his anxiety had reduced drastically, and he had a good control over it when it did happen to get worse. However, for whatever reason (probably moving in to a new place with people he had only met once or twice before), his anxiety was worse than it had been in a while. Which meant that a simple phone call like the one he was waiting on, which would usually make him feel a little nervous, was sending him into a full-blown panic attack.

It had been so long since Virgil had had a panic attack that he was thrown quite off guard and lost control of the situation pretty quickly. He felt super sick and a bit dizzy, and he could feel himself start to hyperventilate. He knew he needed to shake himself out of it, but in his panic he couldn’t remember any of the grounding strategies that he normally used. Virgil curled up on his bed and grabbed the sheets as a way to try and ground himself.

Through his state of panic, Virgil heard a knock on his bedroom door, and Logan’s voice asking if he could come in. This sent him into a further state of panic, as he didn’t want Logan, or any of his new roommates to see him in this state. What would they say? What would they think of him for panicking over something so small? He felt silly for having a panic attack over a stupid phone call, but he couldn’t help it. He barely registered the door opening and Logan entering. He vaguely heard Logan say something, and he forced himself to listen to what Logan was saying.

“Hey, Virgil, listen to me,” Logan said in a clear calm voice. Virgil listened the best he could. “I need you to take deep breaths for me, okay? Breathe with me. In…1…2…3…4… Out…1…2…3…4…, good, again, deep breathes.” Logan repeated the exercise a couple more times, until Virgil’s breathing was back to normal and he had calmed down significantly. Virgil mumbled something under his breath which Logan didn’t quite catch.

“Could you please repeat that Virgil?”

“’m sorry,” Virgil mumbled, looking down at the ground. Logan was taken aback and unsure of how to respond.

“Why are you sorry Virgil?” Logan asked. Virgil avoided looking at Logan as he responded.

“I’m sorry you had to deal with that and I understand if you don’t want to be my friend after this.”

“Nonsense. There is nothing to apologise for. Anxiety attacks, while unpleasant for the person having them, are not a deal breaker when it comes to friendship. My mother had anxiety, and she taught me how to help someone who was having a panic attack, and so I am not deterred by having to help someone while they are having one. There is no reason to apologise for something you can’t help, and I am still willing to be friends.”

Virgil gave Logan a shy smile. “I’m still embarrassed though. It has been ages since I have had one and I thought I had a grip on my anxiety, but look at me, having a stupid panic attack over some dumb phone call.”

“Virgil, there are other factors in your life that may cause your anxiety to be heightened. You just moved places to live with a group of people who you hadn’t really met! That’s a big change and I am sure it would make you more anxious than usual. Also, if it is any consolation, I won’t ever judge you for having anxiety,” Logan said, giving Virgil a smile. Virgil returned it with a shier smile, and Logan stood to leave.

“Hey Logan?” Virgil called out as Logan opened the door. Logan turned around.

“Yes Virgil?”

“Thank you…. for helping me.”

“No problem. That’s what friends are for.”

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[spacetimewithstuartgary]

Severe Drought in South America Large parts of South America are in the grip of a serious drought. Signs of the drought began to appear in satellite gravimetry observations of southeastern Brazil in mid-2018, and had spread into parts of Paraguay, Bolivia, and northern Argentina by 2020. “This is the second most intense drought in South America since 2002,” said Matthew Rodell, a hydrologist based at NASA’s Goddard Space Flight Center. “The calculation is based on the extent, duration, and volume of water lost during the drought as measured by the GRACE and GRACE-FO satellites.” A drought in eastern Brazil and Venezuela in 2015-16 is the only more intense drought on the record. The map above shows shallow groundwater storage in South America on October 26, 2020, as measured by the Gravity Recovery and Climate Experiment Follow On (GRACE-FO) satellites. The colors depict the wetness percentile; that is, how the levels of groundwater compare to long-term records for October. Blue areas have more abundant water than usual, and orange and red areas have less. The darkest reds represent dry conditions that should occur only 2 percent of the time (about once every 50 years). The long period of dry weather in central and southern South America has had widespread consequences. Many of the affected areas have faced unusually intense and widespread outbreaks of fire. Winter corn crops have suffered low yields, and the late arrival of spring rain has delayed new plantings of soy. On key rivers, the lack of water has hampered shipping. Several ships have run aground, and many vessels have had to reduce their cargo in order to navigate to and from inland river ports. This pair of images reveals low water on the Paraguay River near Asunción, the capital and principal port of Paraguay. According to an Associated Press report, the river has fallen to its lowest level in half a century. With cargo delayed and ships carrying smaller-than-normal loads, millions of dollars in commerce have already been lost. If water levels continue to drop, shipping into the port could halt, industry experts say. Both images above were acquired by the Operational Land Imager (OLI) on Landsat 8. The first image shows a stretch of the river on October 7, 2020, when water was at historically low levels. The second image shows the same area on October 15, 2017, when water levels were much higher. The low water has exposed several sandbars and islands that are typically submerged. Since oceans play a large role in storing and distributing heat and moisture around the world, prolonged dry or wet spell are often preceded and accompanied by noticeable anomalies in sea surface temperatures. Before the fire season, Yang Chen of the University of California Irvine, forecasted dry, fire-friendly weather in the southeastern Amazon based on unusually high temperatures in the tropical Atlantic ocean. These periods of warm water temperatures are part of what climatologists call the Atlantic Multidecadal Oscillation, and they tend to shift weather patterns in a way that pushes a key rain belt in the tropics northward. “Farther south, in Paraguay, Uruguay, and Northern Argentina, you get into an extratropical region where the sensitivity of drought is quite different,” explained Chen. “In extratropical South America, low sea surface temperatures in the tropical Pacific are more closely associated with droughts.” The Oceanic Niño Index (ONI), a measure of sea surface temperatures in the central and eastern equatorial Pacific, dropped below normal in May. NOAA officially declared a La Niña on September 10, 2020. La Niña typically brings wetter conditions to the northern Amazon, but drier weather to the southern part of the continent. Forecasters expect the La Niña to be of moderate strength and persist through at least the end of 2020. NASA Earth Observatory images by Lauren Dauphin, using GRACE data from the National Drought Mitigation Center and Landsat data from the U.S. Geological Survey. Story by Adam Voiland.

[junkyardlynx]

Pt. 13

The presence made no attempt to disguise itself, nor it’s...gentle rankling of hostility. It trampled through the fallen leaves and branches of the woods, birds scattering in it’s wake. The our visitor was loud, obvious, and it seemed like they were none-too-pleased to be there. I briefly wondered what they could be so agitated about as I buried my head against Sarisa’s warm stomach. 

“You really think you should keep your face right there?” She asked, even as she continued to play with my hair.

“I really doubt they’re coming to fight if they’re being so loud about it.” 

I had almost pulled my head away from her when the flimsy plywood door flung open with such force that it actually agitated me, so I stubbornly remained. Why do people feel the need to slam doors? Can you just act like a person? It’s not that hard. It’s actually easier than slamming it, because you use less force.

“Your friend is struggling to maintain control of his own begotten flesh and the two of you remain locked in an embrace as the morning turns to afternoon. Why did I bother with this fool’s errand?”

The voice that addressed us was dripping with venom. Muffled slightly through a mask, it was feminine, with a touch of gruffness that coloured it’s fanciful speech. Sarisa tapped the back of my neck and I lazily pulled my head away from her stomach, every cell in my body still screaming for rest. I waved my hand dismissively as I went to turn my head. When I saw who it was, I smiled. This was rich, honestly. 

“Hey, it’s you. How’s the jaw? I really thought you’d get cold feet when it came to hunting Jeal down again.” 

I laughed in spite of myself at Sarisa’s comment, then shook my head. I could feel the visitor’s glare as a physical force. 

“Sorry. I assume you’re here to disturb our recuperation for some actual reason? Given the overall lack of anything approaching stealth.”

“It should be obvious, given my opening statement. Did you not come to this dilapidated observatory platform in search of your friend Thomas? No wonder he trusted you so little.”

I had taken the situation easy at first, but the remark about Thomas and trust ignited something in my belly that I couldn’t ignore. I forced a laugh as I stood up, using the flat of my palm to crack my neck and jaw. It was meant both as a show of intimidation and a way to loosen myself up. 

“I see. Well, you’re certainly right. We certainly were locked in an embrace, as you put it.”

Most of my mana was depleted and the air was thick with a sort of stillness. We’d burned up all the latent mana, commonly known as aether, in the area with our big stupid battle.  Still, there was something that a lack of magic couldn’t take away from me.

The body I’d built to handle it all.

I shot forward, shirt open and trailing behind me. My right leg shot up, aimed at her head, but it was pushed away by her crossed arms. The mere act of being deflected caused my the wound on my side to scream in pain, the scabbing flesh twisting and pulling itself open to acquiesce my desire to move. I didn’t care.

“Fool! Why do you resort to violen-”

I dropped low, aiming a sweeping kick at her legs with my left that she barely manged to jump over. 

I was angry. Ever since last night, when I lost myself against Amduisas, I couldn’t control it. It raged in me, burned in me, chilled me to the core. It felt like my anger wasn’t in my control, wasn’t even mine, but it used me. Like it was the anger of something far older and far colder. My body was aching to move, to fight, to kill. Something in my blood. There was something in my blood.

I don’t know what it was, honestly. Maybe everything about her infuriated me. I had pieced together what had happened, that she was the one that told Thomas everything. That got him wrapped up in this big, huge mess. For her to come in, break Thomas’ heart with an inconvenient truth, turn him against us and then talk about trust? Hypocritical. Unforgivable.

“Do you know what I just finished doing, you oni-wannabe?”

My voice was oddly cool as I twisted the motion of a sweeping kick into a rising one, left leg shooting up towards her mask. She pulled back skillfully, but not entirely quickly enough. The tip of my foot caught the bottom of her mask, pulling it up. Guiding myself into the air with the momentum of my kick, I returned to a standing position. I heaved a few breaths, my tattered and bloodstained rag of a shirt swaying lazily in the slight breeze coming through the open door. Sarisa made no move to stop me.

“I just slew a Duke of Hell. I just transmuted my own flesh to make up for a mistake I made in that fight. I think I deserve a little rest before cleaning up the rest of your FUCKING mess!”

The unmasked visitor regarded me stoically. No emotion or thought betrayed her stony countenance, but some personal war was being waged behind those dark eyes. Feeling unkind and not in any sort of mood to offer a chance at personal reflection, I flew forward with a straight right jab, bereft of technique. It struck the sheet metal beside her face, opening the laughably weak material up to the outside world. 

“I think that about pays you back for last time. Doesn’t feel great to be attacked for no real reason, huh? You sword-wielding maniac.” 

I pulled my hand back through the thin wall and turned around, taking a step towards Sarisa.

“...You are correct.”

I stopped. The validation wasn’t really validating at all, strangely. It deflated my righteous anger. She continued to speak, this time at length as I turned around.

“This mess is of my own making. I miscalculated. I, and my superiors, failed to properly assess the situation. At the time I engaged you, you seemed to be a threat we could not ignore. Your intentions were unclear and your training was harsh from what we had observed. Your foreign blood awakening in the Russian mountains at the mere age of thirteen was our major concern. We acted under this knowledge while failing to realize that the mere fact of your birth had already broken the Seal. For this, I apologize.”

Her words left me moderately baffled, but Sarisa spoke first. I took the moment to rein myself in, quashing that mounting fury in my bones.

“Wait, what’s this “blood awakening” thing? Jeal, what happened on that trip?”

I honestly didn’t know myself, so I shrugged.

“My sorcerer’s blood, I guess? I dunno. I guess I never told you about it, but I had to defend myself in the Urals and...that’s when I took my first life. Mage hunters like our friend here tend to be sensitive about that stuff.”

The visitor laughed, clear and ringing. She found something hilarious. It vexed me.

“Ah, you really are unaware. For someone so sharp, you sure can be dense when you wish it. Jeal, you are not entirely human and I am not a simple hunter of magi.”

She approached me slowly, drawing a blade from her hip. She held both hands up, her right hand clutching what looked to be a red letter opener. Two steps away from me, she motioned for me to stick out my arm. I rolled my eyes, but offered my right arm.

She nicked the vein with the red, red blade.

The blood that dribbled out froze as it came in contact with that peculiar knife. 

“I am Fujiwara, onmyouji and descendant of Abe no Seimei. My selfsame clam hunts what you might call Japan-native demons, or fiends. You carry the blood of a particularly dangerous Yuki-onna from the Aomori province. It is clear you have no control over it, but the fact remains as you tremble with the desire to remove that which vexes you.”

“Guess my dad left out a few details about how he met my mom.” 

My own voice was weak. My anger was gone, and confusion seemed to wash over me. I took a seat by Sarisa on the table, who seemed to be regarding me with a mix of similar confusion, worry, and slight wonder.

“Now that we’ve all had a chance to poke and prod each other, uh, maybe we should. We should talk about the elephant in the room. Not Satsuki, Jeal. It’s Thomas. I’m talking about Thomas.” 

Sarisa broke the awkward silence as I pulled into myself, assessing what I knew. My mom was apparently some super-popular Japanese snow spirit? I thought she was just a mage like dad, which is why she lived so long. Didn’t really take into account any of the little details like the stories and folklore she shared, or the fact that she always complained about the heat. She was just my mom. 

I sat there in a daze, legs swinging from the desk a little until Sarisa prodded me into the conversation. I felt strangely anxious, filled with restless and aimless desire.

“Jeal, Fuji says she has information on where Thomas is.”

“What? Oh, cool. Wait, what?”

“Thomas was moved from this location a scant few hours before your encounter with the Duke. It seems as though he was brought back into town. To the school, more accurately. There’s something you should know, though.”

Her words kinda made me slap myself in the face. What an obvious place to take him. I guess I didn’t expect it because hey, who’s gonna bring someone to the most obvious place ever after engineering a plan like this?

“Jeal, Fuji says the town is gone.”

“Rissa, you just said they brought him back there.”

“The buildings remain, and even some of the people. However, that place is not meant for the living now. I imagine this ritual was decades in the making.”

The intentionally obscure phrasing of her words was agitating me, like almost everything about her. However, Fujiwara seemed to be our ally for now, so I grit my teeth and asked what I already knew, somewhere in my breaking heart.

“What. Happened?”

“The town has been sacrificed, for lack of a better phrase. A boundary rift has been deployed, and demons walk the streets, hunting down those that remain. Your own house lies dormant and empty. I looked when escaping, and seems that your casting of Xyir managed to give your parents enough time to flee themselves. Selfish to their own ends, I imagine.”

My head pulsed terribly. A headache hatched from all the anger, beating in my temples, and I grit my teeth hard enough to crack them. I wanted to lash out in this anger, berate her for talking ill of my parents, ask her why she did nothing to save the town. I knew that my mom and dad escaped to live another day, escaped to fight another day. I knew that coming to us for help instead of attempting to do everything alone was the right choice on Fujiwara’s part, but I still choked on that fury. I felt the blood in my veins turn to slush, barely chugging through my arteries as I struggled to contain my emotions.

Turns out the kind of people who would bring their sacrificial lamb back to the most obvious place were the kind that would turn a town into a living hell. That was fine. I’d send them to a real kind of hell. Something in my body, in my bones, in my frantic blood ached for release. Something cold and ancient.

“Let’s go.”

[scotianostra]

November 5th 1879 saw death of the mathematician and physicist James Clerk Maxwell.

It's funny how this guy is still hardly known by ordinary Scots, but is one of the most influential scientists of all time. Albert Einstein acknowledged that the origins of the special theory of relativity lay in Clerk Maxwell's theories, saying “The work of James Clerk Maxwell changed the world forever”.

Born in Edinburgh in 1831 he was brought up in Glenlair House near the village of Corsock' Dumfries and Galloway and attended Edinburgh Academy school in the city later studying at the Universities of Edinburgh and Cambridge.

He was an intensely curious child, writing his first scientific paper at the age of 14. At 25 he became Professor of Physics at Aberdeen University's Marischal College.

In Aberdeen, Clerk Maxwell began to study the composition of Saturn's rings. For many years, scientists had been trying to understand why they did not simply break up, crash into or move away from the planet.

Clerk Maxwell spent two years researching the subject and wrote his detailed essay 'On the Stability of Saturn's Rings' in 1859. He concluded the rings comprised a myriad of small solid particles. The Voyager space probes of the 1980s confirmed many of the conclusions drawn by Clerk Maxwell over a century before. To put this into perspective many homes were still without electricity, and here was this Scotsman studying a planet 746 million miles away and getting things spot on! And yes I had to google how far away Saturn is.

In 1873, he developed the famous four Maxwell's equations which played a key role in Albert Einstein's work on the special theory of relativity. Einstein stated "The special theory of relativity owes its origins to Maxwell Equations of the electromagnetic field."

Make no mistake, Clerk Maxwell’s discovery of the nature of electromagnetic waves formed the basis for much of the modern technological society we take for granted. Radio, television, satellite communications and the mobile phone have their origins in his work.

The eminent physicist Richard Feynman said "From a long view of the history of mankind - seen from, say, ten thousand years from now - there can be little doubt that the most significant event of the 19th century will be judged as Maxwell's discovery of the laws of electrodynamics."

As an acknowledgement of Clerk Maxwell's contribution to the furthering of scientific knowledge, the largest astronomical telescope in the world was named in his honour in 1987.

The James Clerk Maxwell Telescope (JCMT) is 15 metres in diameter. It is situated at Mauna Kea Observatory in Hawaii, at an altitude of 4092 metres. The JCMT is used to study our solar system, distant galaxies and interstellar dust and gas.

It wasn't all work for Clerk Maxwell though, we was a great lover of Burns and penned his own poetry the best known is Rigid Body Sings, closely based on "Comin' Through the Rye" by Burns, he used to sing poems while strumming away on a guitar. Another of his pastimes involved photography, and along with Thomas Sutton, inventor of the single-lens reflex camera, presented the world's first demonstration of colour photography.

Here is one of James Clerk Maxwells poems/ songs.

Song Of The Edinburgh Academician

If ony here has got an ear, He'd better tak’ a haud o’ me, Or I'll begin, wi’ roarin’ din, To cheer our old Academy.

Dear old Academy, Queer old Academy, A merry lot we were, I wot, When at the old Academy.

There's some may think me crouse wi’ drink, And some may think it mad o’ me, But ither some will gladly come And cheer our old Academy.

Some set their hopes on Kings and Popes, But, o’ the sons of Adam, he Was first, without the smallest doubt, That built the first Academy.

Let Pedants seek for scraps of Greek, Their lingo to Macadamize; Gie me the sense, without pretence, That comes o’ Scots Academies.

Let scholars all, both grit and small, Of Learning mourn the sad demise; That's as they think, but we will drink Good luck to Scots Academies.

In 1879, James Clerk Maxwell’s health began to fail. Following a summer visit to the family estate in Kirkcudbrightshire, he returned to Cambridge where he died on 5 November of abdominal cancer on 5 November 1879 at the age of 48.His mother had died at the same age of the same type of cancer.

He is buried at Parton Kirk, near Castle Douglas in Galloway close to where he grew up.

[hetaliareaderfanfic]

So.....I toootally wasnt inspired by the last england request lol but maybe a hetaoni based aph england x reader (he can be blind or not your choice) where saves him from the oni with magic but gets sick from it? And her stubborn ass wont tell him how bad it is, like at first its just a little but later shes coughing up a lung and hes SUPER worried but she keeps saying “I’m FINE”

Title: Useless

Notes:APH England x Reader(Y/N) = Your NameHetaOni

(This is just another version of “Ashes”)

Youhad heard about it before, the mansion, but never thought it was seriously trueand horrific until you saw the terror and relief in Alfred’s eyes as he ran towardsyou. It was not like him to joke on being afraid. His loud voice trembled as heshouted at you from the distance. “Arthur! Save Arthur!”

Youwere so confused. “What?” You asked him as you step away from your previousposition to avoid his weight you knew would land on you.

“Arthur…the monster… it has taken Arthur! Where is it?” Alfred murmured in between gasps.

“Whatmonster? What??”

“Itwent this way! Didn’t you see it?” Alfred almost shouted at you as if you werea stupid person who could not understand a simple thing.

Youwere just about to voice out your overwhelmed confusion when you and Alfredheard Arthur’s voice from a room in the hallway you were standing.  Immediately, you and Alfred ran towards thedirection of his voice.

Alfredkicked open the door and was greeted by a pool of blood on the floor. Youalmost gasped in horror, but rather gasped in relief when you saw Arthur wasstanding and just looked at the direction of the door. Not far from his feet isthe dead body of probably the monster Alfred had been referring to. Its bodywas covered in bleeding cuts, even though Arthur was not holding any knife orsword or any sharp weapon. In his clenched hand was his wand.

“Holyshit!” Alfred was careful to not step on the bloody mess.

Youcarefully walked towards Arthur as you instantly observed something differentfrom Arthur’s gaze. It was blank. He seemed unsure where to look.

Youthought it was just a silly idea to have an adventure at the rumored mansion. Youthought it would just be another normal ghost hunting to hang out with Arthurand scare his cousin Alfred. It was Alfred’s idea, though, and surprisingly,Arthur, your boyfriend, seemed excited. And you knew he would likely use it as sourceof inspiration for one of his novels. You never thought it would lead to this.

Justlast week, Arthur invited you on a date to watch the stars again with him inhis small observatory in his house after this ‘small’ adventure. You couldstill remember his red cheeks, and his excited eyes travelling around to avoiddirectly looking at you as he asked you if you had a free time. You said youdo, and you saw how his eyes twinkled as he looked at you when you said youwould always have a time for him. After all, he was your boyfriend. You hadbeen dating as lovers for a month. You were still discovering traits of eachother, exploring the outside world with each other.

Hisgreen eyes were as lovely as before, but they were still. They no longer lookedaround to shyly avoid your gaze. They were just still, looking at a starlessdarkness.

Youwere standing there across Arthur. You were looking at him. You looked atAlfred who was now standing beside him. And you could tell from his nervoussilence that he also realized what was going on. He stood there lookingprotective but had no much strength himself as he watched Arthur looked aroundand called out your names, for not you nor Alfred made any more move.

Youheld back your tears, but they just rushed down your face. Of course, you werethankful he was safe, but now Arthur was blind. You cried silently as you letyour tears stream down your face, for Arthur would not see them anyway.

Howcould he see the stars with you now? How could he avoid your gaze? How could hefinally stare at you lovingly with a shy blush on his face?

Youcould still see your reflection in his eyes. And you saw that you were crying. Andyou saw that behind you was another creature that looked like the dead one onthe floor. Without second thought, you snatched the wand from Arthur’s hand.You ignored his panic screech. You turned to face the monster, and withoutlooking at your two companions, you voiced out a command. “Al, don’t let him botherme!”

Alfredwas watching you with worried eyes, but he obeyed. He held Arthur and herealized how the Brit could not move much, for he did not punch him to protestof being stopped from rescuing you. Instead, he was just whimpering, as if itwas the only thing he could do with the energy left in him. Alfred thought hemust be the one facing the monster, for he was the hero after all, but he thoughtthat helping Arthur would also be heroic.

Itwas a good thing that you had knowledge about magic even before meeting Arthur.You just never tried it once. You were just amazed, but did not really take anyof it seriously for yourself to get involved with. But you were alwaysfascinated at his magic.  You read his magicbooks whenever he was busy trying some spells. He thought you just found theminteresting, and did not know you were already memorizing every chant againstevil. Though you never thought it was real that using too much of it could leadto the user’s demise. And now you just saw it in Arthur’s sudden blindness.

Youstudied the monster in front of you. It seemed it was also cautious of yourpossible action. Perhaps it had noticed the anger in your eyes. Or the formingred light from the wand in your hand. You saw the monster’s sudden focus on thewand, and you started to panic. You had never used a wand before. You knew onlychants and spells from Arthur’s books, but was not really sure how to use them,especially with wands. But there would always be first time for everything,right?

Themonster seemed smart and noticed your lack of confidence. It suddenly made amove to attack you. You swayed the wand in front of you, and let your emotionstook over it. You chanted a spell you remembered well and said it aloud withfearless power as you pointed the wand at the approaching monster.

Thecreature now in two halves and bathing in its own blood fell down on the floorfaster than the sound of the other end of the broken wand that hit a wall ofthe room.

“Let’sgo ou…” You could not finish your sentence as you coughed badly. With greatworry, Arthur had had strength to walk towards the sound of your pain. You couldsee his despair despite the blankness of his stare. You heard his faint voice, “Love.”

Itwas not a time for Alfred to feel his being a hero as he carried you and Arthurin his arms. Good thing he was very strong and ran out of the mansion withtears rushing down his face. His pace never slowed down until you finallyreached Arthur’s place.

Alfredtried to joke around to lighten up the atmosphere. He said he felt left outbeing the only one who could not do magic. But just a few seconds later, he wassilent. He was a loud person, always talking and laughing, yet now he wascrying silently. “I’ll take you both to the hospital.”

“No.This is nothing that can be cured by that.” Arthur seemed to gather enoughstrength. He stood up from the couch with his arms fumbling in the air as hecalled your name. You gently held his arms, and only then he realized you werealmost just beside him. As he sat back and touched your face, he felt yourtears. “Y/N, are you alright, love?”

“Yes.”You replied weakly.

“Ididn’t know you could do magic.” He tried to sound less hurt at the faint ofyour voice, knowing using it for the first time could have cost you a lot ofenergy.

“Me,too. I read your b…” You coughed again and you covered your mouth. You feltsomething wet, and you were afraid to look, but you did anyway. You slowly heldout your palm that you covered your mouth with. Blood. You quickly looked atAlfred who was so worried and about to speak to signal him to keep quiet. Afterall, Arthur could not see it. You saw Alfred’s hesitation, but he listenedanyway as he swallowed his concern.

“Love,are you alright?” Panic was evident in Arthur’s voice. Only his sense of sightwas gone. He felt your agony. He felt Alfred’s hysteria. And suddenly you sawhis held back tears caressing his face.

“Yes,Arthur, I’m fine.” You managed to tell a lie as you held back another bloodycough. “Are you alright?” You asked him back.

“Yes.I’ll get used to it.” He said trying to sound brave.

“Ican’t take this. No one’s asking me if I’m alright. I’m out.” Alfred dashed tothe basement where he knew Arthur kept his magic things.

Arthurheard the direction of Alfred’s steps and realized what Alfred was upto andquickly stood up to stop him, but fell down to his face when his leg hit theside of the table. You were still weak, but you guided Arthur as you followedAlfred.

“I’lllearn magic, too. Don’t underestimate me. I’ll make you see, Arthur. And Y/N,there’s no way I can keep your coughing up blood a secret forever.” Alfredloudly mumbled.

Youfelt betrayed, but you could do nothing about it. You felt Alfred’s despair, soyou kept quiet when Arthur’s worried expression turned to horrified. You triedto avoid his blank gaze by offering help to Alfred, which he declined.

“No.I felt useless in that mansion. Both of you saved me. I’ll save you, too. I’m ahero, too.” His cracked voice was full of motivation.

A weekhad passed and the three of you stayed in Arthur’s house. Alfred refrained youand Arthur from bothering him. He was always there for the both of you, thoughhe spent most of the time in Arthur’s basement.

Youand Arthur almost never left each other’s side. You guided him around his house,and he would hold you to a comfortable position whenever you were in fits ofcough. This way of knowing more of each other never occurred to both of you,but this incident brought you and your boyfriend closer. There were still timeshe would not be so honest with what he was saying, but so were you whenever heasked you if you were alright and you said you were fine. Though you both knoweach other’s real answers, so you did not really mind, and just continued tosupport each other and worried over Alfred.

A monthhad passed and Alfred seemed energetic again as he led both you and Arthur tothe basement. You did not know what to expect. Not that you wereunderestimating him, for you were a beginner yourself, but you had not read anyspecific healing spell in Arthur’s magic books, for most of them were forprotection and random crazy spells.

“Justmake sure this will work. If we were turned into a frog, I’d bloody kill you.”Arthur crossed his arms as he confronted an empty space not far from Alfred.

“Dude,you are so lost.” Alfred laughed.

Youwanted to laugh, but you were suddenly in another fits of uncontrollable cough.You told them you’re fine even before they could ask you.

Atthe sight of your pain, Alfred started a chant that was not familiar to you.And upon seeing Arthur’s confusion and worry through his knitted brows, youknew he was not familiar with it as well. Alfred ended his spell with “heroalfred”that he confidently pronounced as “herowalfred”. But whether you knew thatspell or not was not important as of the moment, perhaps later when you andArthur were finished thanking Alfred and asked him to teach you of the new spellsthat made Arthur see and made you well again.

[swradiogram]

Shortwave Radiogram, 15-18 April 2021: Somehow we have reached program 200

So this weekend we reach the milestone -- or kilometrestone -- of 200 programs. Thank you for tuning in and decoding, for your reports and interest. These have kept Shortwave Radiogram going since it succeeded VOA Radiogram in the summer of 2017.

Above: One way to celebrate program 200 to celebrate is to enjoy a carton of Oni Koroshi (I had to look it up: it's Japan's "demon slayer" sake), while decoding the MFSK with a traditional green-on-black display. (Thanks to Christopher.)   A video of last weekend's Shortwave Radiogram (program 199) is provided by Scott in Ontario (Friday 1300 UTC). Another video, by Georgi in Bulgaria, let's us hear the interference on 15765 kHz just after the April 10 Shortwave Radiogram on 15770 kHz, as well as an amazing variety of signals and music in the 19 meter band.  The audio archive is maintained by Mark in the UK. Analysis is prepared by Roger in Germany. Here is the lineup for Shortwave Radiogram, program 200, 15-18 April 2021, in MFSK modes as noted: 1:42  MFSK32: Program preview (with a special image)* 4:20  New technique for injection-molded glass objects* 10:07  MFSK64: New geophysical observatory at HAARP site* 15:23  This week's images* 27:30  MFSK32: Closing announcements (and look for a surprise mode) * with image(s) Please send reception reports to radiogram@verizon.net And visit http://swradiogram.net Twitter: @SWRadiogram or https://twitter.com/swradiogram (visit during the weekend to see listeners' results) Facebook group: https://www.facebook.com/groups/567099476753304 Shortwave Radiogram Gateway Wiki https://wiki.radioreference.com/index.php/Shortwave_Radiogram_Gateway

Shortwave Radiogram Transmission Schedule

| UTC Day  | UTC Time      | Frequency        | Transmitter       | |----------|---------------|------------------|-------------------| | Thursday | 2330-2400 UTC | 9265 kHz         | WINB Pennsylvania | | Friday   | 1300-1330 UTC | 15770 kHz        | WRMI Florida      | | Friday   | 1500-1530 UTC | 15750 kHz DRM    | WINB Pennsylvania | | Saturday | 0000-0030 UTC | 9955 kHz         | WRMI Florida      | | Saturday | 0230-0300 UTC | 9265 kHz         | WINB Pennsylvania | | Saturday | 1330-1400 UTC | 15770 kHz        | WRMI Florida      | | Sunday   | 0800-0830 UTC | 5850 and 7730 kHz| WRMI Florida      | | Sunday   | 2330-2400 UTC | 7780 kHz         | WRMI Florida      |

The Mighty KBC transmits to North America Sundays at 0000-0200 UTC (Saturday 8-10 pm EDT) on 5960 kHz, via Germany. A minute of MFSK is at about 0130 UTC.  Reports to Eric: themightykbc@gmail.com . See also http://www.kbcradio.eu/ and https://www.facebook.com/TheMightyKbc/. “This is a Music Show” Most of the show is a music show, but the host transmits some MFSK text and image near the end of the broadcast. It’s transmitted on WRMI, Thursdays at 0200-0300 UTC on 5850 kHz (Wednesday evening in the Americas) and a new time also on WRMI, Wednesdays at 2100-2200 UTC on 7780 kHz (aimed towards Europe) . Also look for a waterfall ID at the beginning of the show. thisisamusicshow@gmail.com .  www.twitter.com/ThisIsAMusicSho/ @ThisIsAMusicSho New York and Pennsylvania NBEMS nets. Most weekends, as KD9XB, I check in to the New York NBEMS (Narrow Band Emergency Messaging Software) net Saturday at 1200 UTC on 3584 kHz USB, and the Pennsylvania NBEMS net Sunday at 1130 UTC on 3583 kHz USB. Check-ins are usually in Thor 22, and messages are in MFSK32. Messages generally use the Flmsg add-on to Fldigi. If you are a radio amateur in eastern North America, feel free to check in. Outside the region, use an SDR in the eastern USA to tune in and decode. You do not need Flmsg to check in, and most of the messages can be read without Flmsg. If you can decode the net, send me an email to radiogram@verizon.net , or tweet to @SWRadiogram, and I will let them know you are tuned in. USEast NBEMS Net: Please also note the USEast NBEMS Net, Wednesdays 2300 UTC (7 pm EDT) on 3536 kHz USB.

@JOHNZUCK5 decoded these images 10 April 2021, 1330-1400 UTC, 15770 kHz from WRMI Florida, using an SDR in Italy ...

[halfrican-heat]

Backseat Driver (Ony)

Ony likes when you beg for a ride in his car.

A/N: Yes, I'm high. Hello. I am about to start posting these Onyankopon ideas I have in my head. This is the first one. Enjoy!

Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content; Vaginal Fingering, AFAB! Reader (breasts mentioned), Oral Sex (F receiving), Cursing, AAVE/Dialogue with Dialect, Public Sex, Overstimulation, Choking, Minor Oral Fixation, Minor dacryphilia (crying kink), Explicit depiction of Sex (p in v); Not beta'd, barely proofread (will update as needed later)

Pairing: Onyankopon x Black!Reader

WC: 3k

“Ony, please!”

Your voice comes out breathless and high-pitched as another orgasm courses through you. Ony lifts his head from your drenched cunt, a Cheshire grin on his face. He slides two fingers inside your wetness with ease and chuckles at the way your walls clamp around his digits. 

His car is pulled off into a hidden spot on the side of the road— not easily seen from the highway. He has your bodycon dress bunched up to your waist, the top pulled down to expose your breasts as he finger-fucks you.

Ony takes in your tear-streaked face, the sight going straight to his dick.  

“What’s that, mama?” He teases. “I can’t understand you.”

You whimper as his fingers work in and out of you at an agonizingly slow pace.

“You was talkin’ all that shit earlier. Distracting daddy from his business, right? Say somethin’ now.”

Your hand shoots to grip his bicep as the other goes for the car door behind you, nails scratching at it helplessly. 

“Daddy, please,” You whine, tears leaking from your eyes. “Let me ride. Need to feel you this time.”

He smirks, shaking his head. 

“I ain’t tryna hear that. Them pretty tears ain't gonna faze me, baby. Say you sorry to daddy for distracting him.”

His fingers shift position, finding that spot deep inside that makes you see stars. A guttural moan rips itself from your throat, sounding like music to Ony’s ears. His fingers work faster, rushing you toward another finish. 

“Wait, daddy! Wait- I’m sorry, daddy,” you cry, running from his punishing fingers

He yanks you back down using his free hand while his thumb starts to circle your overstimulated clit. 

“For what?” Ony demands, his voice low and sexy. 

“F-for distracting you on your business.”

His fingers stop moving entirely and you can’t decide what’s worse— the overstimulation or nothing happening at all. You clench around his fingers helplessly. 

Ony moves his free hand to your neck, forcing your head up so your dazed eyes meet his. 

“And?”

You take a shaky breath, licking your lips. Ony looks delectable, barely breaking a sweat as he tortures you within an inch of your life. His chain glints in the sunlight and the urge to pull into your mouth rolls through you. He tilts his head, looking at you expectantly. You swallow thickly. 

“For sayin’ I could find someone else to fuck me.”

His hand around your throat tightens slightly. His gaze is darker, more dangerous than before. 

“Why?”

You bite your lip, a soft moan escaping you. 

“‘Cause this pussy is yours, daddy.”

“You damn right,” He rasps, releasing your throat. 

You fall backwards slightly and watch with hooded eyes as his hands go to undo his belt. He frees himself from the confines of his jeans, pulling you over him like it’s nothing. His grip on your hips is tight as he holds you over his length, teasing your folds with his fat tip. 

The sound is lewd and wet as Ony gets himself ready for your creamy cunt. Then, without warning, he pulls you down on his length and grins widely at your scream as he impales you. 

Your head swims as you adjust to him, squeezing tightly around his cock. His jaw clenches as he watches your head loll back, overcome with pleasure. Ony grabs your jaw, pulling your head forward. 

Your gaze is unfocused as he slides his fingers in your mouth, rubbing them against your tongue. You taste your previous orgasms on his fingers. Your lips close around his digits, sucking without being told to. 

“That’s my baby,” Ony groans, barely containing himself. 

He pulls his fingers from your mouth, snaking his hand behind your head. He pulls you in for a nasty kiss, his tongue sliding in your mouth easily. He bites your bottom lip as you separate, his eyes lust blown. His free hand finds your ass cheek, smacking hard before squeezing.

“C’mon,” Ony says. “Ride your dick, mama.”

[parasite-core]

For your prompts:

“The world always seems brighter when you've just made something that wasn't there before.”

- Neil Gaiman

With one of your OCs if you can :)

Umbrolus was a destructive child. He had the anger of an oni in his blood, and his parent couldn’t be harmed by the measly fangs and claws of a tiefling toddler, so discipline and discouragement for his violent tantrums came rarely, usually only if he broke something of particular value to them. Worse, he was bored. Devils lived in the forest, making exploration alone dangerous until he was old enough to fight back—not that he never went out on his own, but it was discouraged. He had no one his age to play with, and grew tired of his toys faster than his parent would procure new ones. The books in the observatory were far over his reading level, and while he enjoyed doodling on any blank surface it only kept his attention for so long.

Then one day Umbrolus unearthed something from his parent’s hoard that she had forgotten about.

“What is this?” he asked, holding up the case of delicate looking tools and wires.

“Oh. I forgot I had those,” Aethervox said, bringing her large reptilian head down to be level with the small tiefling. “That is for making jewelry. You can try it, if you like. Just try not to break anything.”

With their blessing, Umbrolus started crafting. First, he made a twisted lumpy looking copper wire bracelet with gemstone charms he’d pried off a sword hilt. He offered it to his parent, who let him hang it on their horn. It was tiny on the single rhino horn, only barely fitting over the tip, but he was overjoyed. Next, he made an emerald earring that dangled a bit too low to be comfortable, despite the fact he didn’t have pierced ears. Later he made a necklace with a moon charm that hung in such a way that it looked more like a large hungry smile. He was a child, an amateur, there was no skill behind the first trinkets he turned the treasures within his parent’s hoard into. But he threw his violent bored energy fully behind it. And in the weeks and months that followed, as his interest in the art grew, his violent tantrums grew fewer. His rage never fully died, but with something to focus him it didn’t consume him so much either.

Time passed, treasures became trinkets that were themselves treasures in their own right. Not because they were the work of a master craftsman, but simply because he made them.

[pumasfm]

Spartan III X-410, birthname Kodi, is the fourth addition to Puma Team. Going by callsign Puma 4, he is yet another unpredictable team element who brings an extra pinch of quirky. While he lacks the same defiant nature of Puma 1 or pure ruggedness of Puma 2, Kodi proves to have the same potential for carnage and collateral damage… and does it all without high explosives. Like the rest, he’s a difficult human to interpret for sure, but with his Spartan training he’ll fit right into the carnage riddled mold that is Puma Team. Although doubled up with Puma 3 in the role of driver and pilot, X-410 adds to the battlefield dynamic with his other skillset: field engineer and technician. Give this Spartan a datapad, hammer, or screwdriver and he will repair vehicles with such skill that even MacGyver will roll over in his fictitious grave a good 500 years later.

In combat, he shows that while field repairs may be fun, fighting is several levels of enjoyment higher for Spartans. This is excellently showcased in his usage of his M6 Galilean Nonlinear Rifle, more infamously dubbed the Spartan Laser. Normally requiring several UNSC personnel to effectively wield at the squad level, Kodi proves otherwise as his Spartan abilities are multiplied by this death laser, endowing exceptionally destructive anti-air and anti-vehicle capabilities that the team otherwise lacks. His secondary, a M45 Tactical Shotgun, contrasts the long ranged skillset of Puma 3 with effectiveness in close quarters combat. Unrivalled in short range stopping power, X-410 steps up whenever the team might “accidentally” find themselves with enemies that are too close for comfort. Allegedly too close, that is.

As my observatory period of Puma Team begins to run it’s course, I am beginning to see that a Spartan III Special Operations Squad (SSOS) can be almost as competent as an original Spartan II teams for a fraction of the cost. Normal S-III doctrine dictates sending headhunter pairs on suicide runs or massive company fire and forget units. But with this level of complimenting power and skill, the combat effectiveness begins heading towards the capabilities illustrated by units such as the legendary S-II Blue Team. I will keep an even closer eye on this situation and document their achievements as they unfold. Hopefully the last member of Puma team, Puma 5, lives up to the last missing piece of the SSOS puzzle: the damned good medic. It would do wonders for the sake of the team and myself, as I need them alive if they’re going to be worth the enormous costs. This isn’t another suicide squad; they have too much potential usage to be wasted as another ONI burner asset. Recommend no action for Puma 4.

--ONI S1/C4 AGENT 87

[halfrican-heat]

Upstanding Gentleman (Ony)

Onyankopon was raised in a strict Ghanian household. He was pretty strait-laced...until he met you, of course. Still, Ony has many tricks up his sleeve that never fail to surprise you.

A/N: Yes, I'm high. Hello. So, this is the second Ony post I've had lingering in the back of my mind. It's in head cannon format but I think this could be something. Enjoy!

Warning(s): Explicit Sexual Content; Depictions of smoking marijuana; Penetrative Sex (p in v), Oral Sex (M receiving), Sex in childhood home, Black reader in mind, N-Word used; AAVE/Dialogue with Dialect

Pairing: Sober!Onyankopon x Stoner!Reader

Inspired by: Lauryn Hill and my bf :)

Sober!Ony was raised by a single mother who kept him in line. No drugs, no alcohol and he definitely had a curfew.

Straight A student and graduated the top of his class in high school

Spent majority of his childhood playing video games and taking apart old computers his mother would bring home from her teaching job.

Played basketball and practiced frequently with his friends

Loved taking photos and drawing

Only smoked weed once when he was seventeen and felt guilty about it for a week before he told his mom. (She smacked his head but wasn't that mad)

Never had a thing for drinking. His mom let him have some wine during his graduation dinner. His uncle, later that evening, gave him some liquor. Ony wasn't a fan.

Sober!Ony who went to college in a different state-- hours away from his mother.

He chose to go to a school pretty far away from home to study photography. He loved his mom but he felt like he needed a firm separation from his home life and college life.

That's where he met you. This sweet little thing from a town he had never heard of. So cute...

...and yet you smelled like trouble. Ony's suspicions were confirmed when you offered him a blunt in your car one night. Y'all had been talking for a minute at that point but you never gave off stoner vibes.

Ony declined but didn't mind hanging out as long as you rolled the windows down.

Turns out, you were a huge stoner. Bongs, smoking pieces, a stash larger than some of the ones he had seen back home. You weren't a plug, not really, you just really loved weed. You were super smart, too. Ony had known people like you from back home-- motivated stoners who smoked frequently but it didn't impede them getting shit done. You were like that and Ony really liked that about you.

Ony wasn't sure how to proceed at first but...one thing was sure: You had a hold on Onyankopon that he just couldn't deny.

Sober!Ony who, four years into your relationship, isn't super sober anymore.

"Mama, let me get one of them fruity drinks out the fridge." "They got alcohol in 'em Ony," You call from the kitchen. "I ain't ask you all that. They taste alright-- I feel like a classy nigga drinking them." "Okay, Classy Nigga," You say, bringing him one. "Mister Classy Nigga to you," He says, with a wide grin. "Pinkies out, baby."

Sober!Ony who branched out after meeting you but didn't partake as frequently as you did.

"Let me get a hit, baby." "Nigga, you don't smoke!" Ony kisses his teeth, side-eyeing you. "Then do that shit where you kiss me and blow the smoke in my mouth." You laugh loudly, throwing your head back at his nerve. "Okay, baby," You say, sparking up. Afterwards "Shit, where my inhaler at?"

Sober!Ony who made a great impression on your parents. Perhaps too great.

Your dad loves him, speaking highly of him every time your boyfriend comes up in conversation. "That Ony is a fine, upstanding gentleman," Your dad alway says. Little does he know... "What's that, ma?" His voice is husky in your ear as he thrusts into you roughly. His hand is over your mouth as your childhood mattress squeaks under your weight. Ony has you bent over, his pace punishing as he fucks you from behind. Tears streak your face as you helplessly claw at your sheets "Better be quiet," Ony drawls. "Don't want your folks to hear us, right? Or they gonna know what a slut you are for this upstanding gentleman."

Sober!Ony who loves the way you give head while high.

After many extensive and deep discussions about consent, Ony finally lets you give him head. At first, he was chilling. But then... "Shit, baby! Fuck," He groans, his head falling back. "Slow down, ma." You got his cum on your cheek from the first time he came but you don't care. You don't let up, taking his length down your throat. You suck the entire way down, slurping as you pull back to swirl your tongue around his leaking tip. Your tongue runs along the vein underneath his shaft before taking him back in your mouth, hollowing you cheeks as you slurp him down. "Fuck," He hisses, throwing his arm over his face. You had that man's toes curling and all.

Sober!Ony who loves how sexy you are at any given time of any given day but especially loves when you're feeling yourself while off the za.

Now the skies could fall...not even if my boss should call... Your hips sway seductively to the music as you take a pull from the blunt, in your own world. Lauryn Hill blasts from the radio as your lights change colors in a slow fade. Ony stands at the door of your shared bedroom, watching you sing and dance. You turn slowly, finally noticing him. You wordlessly hold out a hand to him with your body still moving to the music. See I don't need the alcohol...your love make me feel 10 feet tall... He takes your hand, pulling your body close to his. His hands trail your body, finding your ass as the two of you grind on one another. Yeah, Ony is gonna take his time with you tonight.

Sober!Ony who loves you as much as you love him despite your differences.

"Papa, you seen my bong?" "Judie?" "No, the other one." "She in the kitchen cabinet, baby."

"Ma, you seen my screwdriver?" "The fuck you doing drinking those?" "Bae...the tool. My tool." "Oh, it's on the counter by the microwave." a moment later "Onyankopon, what the fuck did you do to my damn radio!"

Overall, Sober!Ony who has changed a lot since the two of you got together. As long as you don't give him any cause for concern, he's happy to let you do as you please (and partake when he feels like it). You level each other up in ways no one expected. You're his lady and Ony doesn't want any one else but you.

"C'mere, my lil pothead," He says, cuddling up to you in bed. "Shut up, nigga." "Watch your mouth. Now lemme rub my legs against yours..."

A/N: I had fun with this. Asks are open!

[halfrican-heat]

Lyv’s Library 📚

Hey, I'm Lyv! This is my masterlist. Browse around and see what you might like. Be sure to check out my BIO and REQUEST RULES for more info. Happy reading!

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Legend: ANGST/FLUFF/SMUT/SERIES

Ony's Observatory

Shorts

Backseat Driver Upstanding Gentleman

Full Fics

ALL MINE

Curated Characters

Sober!Ony Wedding Planner!Reader

Eren's Entrance

Full Fics

FAME (1)

Mackie Museum

S. Wilson

Take Care of You (Blurb)

Evans Exhibit

A. Levinson

Freakum

S. Rogers

Slow&Steady

R. Drysdale

Ain't Shit.