#Urrainn

[arsenicandnewlace]

Finally figured out streetview and how to look back at previous dates

Was hit with a hammer to see my dads old bright red hatchback in the driveway. He died 2019 but the streetview was from 2014.

I also went to my old childhood home, but the streetview was also from 2014 i think we were already gone then

The weird nostalgia of seeing what was once home so clearly, yet knowing it doesnt exist anymore

[relnicht]

tha mi faireachdainn mar nach do bhruidhinn mi ri duine sam bith o chionn mìos ach cha mhòr nach eil cruinneachadh sgeulachdan goirid gèidh agam so that's something i guess. a-nis feumaidh mi toirt orm sgeulachdan straight a sgrìobhadh cuideachd is dòcha agus abair bore a bhios ann an sin. is dòcha gun sgrìobh mi dìreach dà-sheòrsaich a bhios ann an dàimh """straight""" nì sin a' chùis nach dèan? bidh sin nas fhasa na nuair a bhios daoine bhon eaglais a' faighneachd dè tha thu sgrìobhadh agus 's e weird power dynamic gay/sexual awakening a th' ann

[the-xolotl]

Three’s Not Always a Crowd. Pt. 1

Alastor x OC x OC

ᯓღ FoxingMoo Productions - @denki-69 Collab

ᯓღ a/n: poly relationship Alastor x OC x OC bc we can and we made our OCs girlfriends. Denki’s OC is a highland cow (most adorable things in the world look them up), Azazel is a black fox. Marsaili speaks Scots and Gaelic, Azazel occasionally in Spanish. Translations provided at the bottom.

SUMMARY: Alastor comes back home to find his lovers have already started the party without him. For now, he’d let them be, but no act of disobedience ever goes unpunished.

ᯓღ CW: scissoring, praise kink, terms of endearment, voyeurism, exhibitionism, orgasm denial, ruined orgasm, established poly relationship.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, YOU WILL BE BLOCKED ON SIGHT. Thank you~

The sound of mewls, pants and heavy breathing fills the room, the frame of the mattress groans with every thrust and bounce the girls give. “Marsy~” Azazel whines rocking her hips harder against Marsaili while spreading the cow demon’s legs further apart and rolling her hips to rub their glistening pussies together. Azazel is rutting against Marsaili like she’s in heat; hips dancing against each other in sync while throwing her head back clutching her claws into the thick meat of Marsaili’s thighs.

The latter isn’t doing that much better bucking her hips up as well, pawing and groping at her girlfriend’s body while praising her. “There you go, hen. Yer doing such a good job. Are you enjoying being on top fae once?” she cooed sweetly at her, lusty smile adorning her features. The fox nodded her head enthusiastically and wagging her tail faster at the praise. Azazel couldn’t help herself from leaning down and claiming Marsaili’s lips in a sloppy kiss, one she is all too enthusiastic to return immediately bringing a hand to the back of Azazel’s neck and gently caress the nape of her neck.

The heat of the room rose by several degrees, a sheer coat of sweat covered both of their bodies. Thrusts became even more erratic while they swallowed each other’s moans and hips worked faster and harder against each other both chasing their impending release.

Marsaili pulled away with a bite to her fox’s lips, “Foadaidh tu barrachd a ghabhail, nach urrainn?¹” she huffed out between pants in her native tongue. Azazel nodded, not being able to even form words anymore, Marsaili’s smile widen, “Nighean mhath,²” she whispered pulling Azazel into another kiss.

“M̷͉̺̌̐͝y̶͕͑͝,̶̩̞͙̅ ̶̻̂m̴̛͙̳͛̌ỷ̷͙.̴͈͔̻̌͛́ ̵̮͈́̀Ẅ̷͙́h̵̩̗͋ă̸̗̐̐t̶̬̗̗̑ ̴̤͙̖̀̀̋d̵̟͈̦̎̽̅o̸̟̔̏͝ ̷̬̎w̶͇͉͈̉e̶͚̽ ̴̛͉͖̱̌̎h̸̦̝̅̏ą̷͎̽͘v̶̟̞̫̓ẻ̷̺ͅ ̵̛̻h̵̼̻̬͗e̸̬̠͂̈́r̸͈̥̩̒̋e̵̼̜͂̒?̵̜͚̠͛̿” The room quickly filled with radio static. Alastor materialized in the room from the shadows startling his two lovers, catching them red-handed. In his bed no less, technically the bed that they all shared, but in his room.

They both froze in their tracks but didn’t separate, snapping their gaze over to Alastor. Dread is already washing over Azazel’s features, meanwhile Marsaili is huffing out in her heavy Scottish accent, “You were no here. We canny always wait fae you, loon. Fits the issue?³” She made it a point to wrap herself around the fox demon, grabbing a handful of her ass and squeezing it. Azazel let her head hang, not wanting to meet eyes with Alastor, as she hummed and leaned her ass into the other’s hand.

“Is that so, my little calf?” Alastor’s voice grew cynical, amused almost, crossing his hands behind his back, “You two are quite the sight. Eager, aren’t we, darlings?” his voice dipped dangerously low and it made Azazel grimace knowing this is going to be a very long night.

“We just—” ever the most obedient, Azazel tried to speak up, explain. But Alastor knew already; it wasn’t hard to guess Marsaili is definitely the one who instigated Azazel. Alastor knew his girls well. So he simply got comfortable setting his mic off the side, shrugging off his coat and moving to the plush arm chair pointing it directly to the bed. “No, no. Don’t mind me. Do carry on with your debauchery.” he crossed his legs elegantly as he sat.

While Azazel is still hesitant Marsaili didn’t need to be told twice. She pulled her flustered girlfriend back for another feverish kiss, tongue swiping over Azazel’s bottom lip asking for permission which she promptly granted. Marsaili sucked on her fox’s wet muscle gently to coax those pitchy sounds she loved so much. Azazel’s arousal didn’t take long to build back up again, grinding her hips with louder, throaty moans. The soft is heated yet tender, tongues rubbing and twisting around each other sensually.

Now, while he wasn’t mad, per se, he wasn’t pleased either they had dared disobey him. He had expected from the defying cow demon. His leniency doesn’t mean his girls will go unpunished, but for now he’d let them have their fun. Alastor watched closely with sharp, narrow eyes. He won’t hide that he wasn’t aroused by his pretty girls getting each other off, putting on a little show for him. A tent steadily pitched in his slacks, never tearing his eyes away from them. Alastor leaned back, his hand sliding down to his crotch to apply pressure to the growing bulge.

Marsaili breathed heavily into Azazel’s mouth as the cow’s teasing hand slid down the curve of her back feeling up every inch of her warm skin down to the base of her tail. Azazel mewled into her mouth, pulling away panting trying to regain the oxygen in her lungs that Marsaili stole from both the kiss and the hard tug of her tail. “Come on, hen. Dinna fast yersel⁴. Let me make you feel good.” fingers brush the fox’s tail with nails gracing the base of it, “Is it because yer master is watching?” she cocked her head towards Alastor with a smirk catching his gaze.

Azazel moans her girlfriend’s name softly, almost like a whisper, shaking her head. Azazel didn’t want to admit it but it is. Despite the fact that the three of them engaging in sexual acts together regularly, they hadn’t really sat down to just watch each other. It’s always done together as per Alastor’s orders. Today is the exception because Marsaili, being the little playful tease she is, convinced Azazel to get into bed with her, coaxing her with sweet words in her pretty Scottish accent and Gaelic. The cow demon knew how weak her girl was to such advances when she really tried.

“Porfa, ya no juegues así… No voy a durar¹,” Azazel arched into her touch, glancing over at Alastor to catch a sight of him steadily palming himself through his trousers. Her eyes lingered on his relaxed form, noticing the top few buttons were also undone, bow ties gone and his legs were spread lazily. He made eye contact with him, his smile widen ruby eyes sparkling with hidden malice.

Alastor hummed thoughtfully, loudly, to get both of the girl’s attention obviously, “Why don’t we make things a little more… Interesting? Hmm?” Alastor suggested in a low tone. Both of their ears perked up as they exchange quick glances. With a snap of his thin fingers a clear jelly-like toy materialized next to them on the mattress.

Marsaili’s smile widen with mischief, Azazel looked at the double ended dildo with incredulous bemusement. “Are you serious?” She didn’t know where to laugh or not. Alastor is definitely serious with the way he’s sitting there waiting, he even stopped palming himself.

“If you’re going to leave me out of our little activities… At least put on quite the show for me.” his ears gave a small twitch. Anticipation.

“Ye filthy bastard,” Marsaili laughed then gave her girlfriend’s ass a smack, “Come on, hen. Ye heard him.” She teased looking at her with half lidded eyes before flipping them over to put Azazel on her back. She yelped quietly at the sudden change in position and at how quickly Marsaili already had made quick work of her hands to rub her fingers over the fox’s wet hole. Marsaili guided Azazel’s hand to her own needy cunt, “Open me up too.” Her breath ghosting hotly over her lips, temping her again.

Their hands together not missing a beat, finger fucking one another open right on top of the other. Their knuckles brushed and bumped against each other both of their juices dripping and smearing all over one another. Marsaili also occupied herself with licking, sucking and biting at her girlfriend’s skin just to hear her moan and cry out for her. She left several marks that would be seen for days. For some moments they even forgot Alastor is even in the room; their focus completely on making sure they’re ready to take the length and girth of the toy.

Right before they cum, Marsaili stops them both, taking Azazel’s hands away making the fox whine in desperation and squirm. But the cow didn’t pay her much mind reaching for the dildo, then pushing Azazel’s legs against her chest and bringing one end of the toy into her inviting dripping cunt and pushing it inch by inch. Azazel arched her back and clutched the sheets feeling the easy slide of the spreading her even more. Next came Marsaili positioning herself to straddle her girlfriend’s hips and thighs to *ride* the dildo with it seated inside them both.

Azazel’s hands took purchase on her waist tightly as she felt the toy go even deeper as Marsaili’s pretty, soaked pussy sank onto the toy until their asses were pressed flushed together. They both shared a moan, both full and clits rubbing against each other Marsaili led with small rolls of her hips, gentle voices, getting use to the feeling and letting Azazel adjust until they were both too worked up to wait. Azazel guided the cow demon’s hips up and down with her hand while the other explored and traced her curves. Fingerings snaking their way to Marsaili’s breasts to pinch at her erect nipples. Marsaili let her head fall back, jaw dropped open in a silent scream, hips moving faster and harder against Azazel.

Their sultry moans filled the room becoming increasingly louder, orgasms built in their bellies coiling tightly and ready to snap at any moment. Alastor knew they were close, “That’s enough, sweethearts. Stop, I haven’t given you permission to cum just yet.” Marsaili didn’t seem to want to stop but when a tentacle held her mid thrust she whined loudly writhing against the cold tendril to break free. Alas gave up, knowing she wouldn’t win that battle. Once again, Alastor’s eyes shone with an underlying mischief to them, almost glowing as he observed them, their chests heaving, being ripped away from their impeding highs. “Why don’t we play a game?”

Gaelic 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿

¹ You can take more, can't you?

² Good girl

³ What’s the issue?

⁴ Don’t worry yourself

Spanish 🇲🇽

¹ Please, don’t tease me like that… I won’t last

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[tormxntum]

Closed starter for: @succiducus (Abdullah) Location: Training field Time: Shortly after the attack

“This cannae happen again!” Their voice roared like thunder. Their soldiers stood before them, bruised and battered, the anger upon their faces matching Cailean’s fury. “Chan urrainn dhuinn earbsa a bhith annta.” The officer seemed more like something that had crawled from the nightmare of an Englishman than the person they had been before the attack. Their fury was tangible; blood was still upon their shirt, their skin still tainted red from the blood that had been too stubborn to wash off. “They think they can walk all over us because we are small. They think we are desperate for their protection, but we do not need them; they need us! Let them try to touch our people again, and we will show them how fierce we truly are.” They continued in Gaelic, the only tongue they felt safe enough to speak to their soldiers in.

Cailean had long been known for bringing courageousness into the hearts of those who were too terrified to take another step into a battle, and that day was no different. The French were there, and they managed to ambush them; everyone was on edge, rightfully so. Their lips parted, ready to continue, but that was the moment when they saw him, and the mere sight of him somehow managed to steal their words from their lips and their breath from their lungs. Damn it. Their people continue watching them expectedly, no one daring to move an inch. Cailean turned to them again, clearing their throat. “Um- Get back to work; be vigilant, and do not trust them or anyone else.” With that, they waved them off.

For a long moment, they stood there watching him. He was safe… He was alive. Damn him. They thought to themself, the anger burning within them like a forest fire. He could have died. Someone could have easily killed him because he had been distracted, the most fatal flaw in any fight; he should have known better. Finally, they found the strength to march over to him while ignoring the stares of their soldiers which were burning through their back; damn him, damn him, damn him! Their anger had been a wildfire, raging through everything it touched, but the moment they stood face to face with him, it deflated into nothing but relief. He was safe; he was alive.

“Do you have a death wish? If you are so desperate for it, I’m sure we can arrange that quite easily.” It was all they could do to keep themself from screaming at him and the entire universe at the top of their lungs. How dare he? How dare he risk his life for them again? Despite everything, they reached for him, and they had almost taken his hand in theirs, almost. They only just managed to stop themself when there were mere inches between them. What would people think? They couldn’t…

 “What the hell were you thinking?”

[preservationofnormalcy]

Halo halo - bha mi airson conaltradh a dhèanamh riut guys, oir tha cùis caran “neo-àbhaisteach” agam. Chan eil a h-uile rud a tha mi a’ feuchainn ri sgrìobhadh a’ tighinn a-mach sa Bheurla, ach an àite sin seòrsa de dhualchainnt Ghàidhlig. Agus chan eil e fiù’s a’ tighinn a-mach gu math – tha caraid agam a’ toirt sùil air (a’ sgrùdadh beul-aithris na Gàidhlig airson bith-beò, an aon adhbhar a b’ urrainn dhomh aithneachadh sa chiad àite), agus a rèir choltais tha a h-uile seantans air a droch chur ri chèile agus meall gràmair. Rinn e coimeas eadar e agus a bhith air a chuir tro google translate. Tha seo air a bhith a’ dol air adhart airson na trì latha a dh’ fhalbh, agus b’ fheudar dhomh tòiseachadh a’ cur dheth obair. Comhairle sam bith?

Sure hope this means you can read english.

Did you get approached by someone weird asking if they can have your "idiolect"? Fae will sometimes use large words to obfuscate the nature of their request. I've heard of this before, where someone will lose their ability to speak their native tongue, and it typically gets replaced by something kind of half-baked.

Send your contact info to the NASC, they'll take it from there.

[gotham-ruaidh]

Outlander 31 Day Challenge: Day 3

Welcome to the Outlander 31 Day Challenge!

Today is Day 3: Favorite Murtagh scene

Hands down, the beautiful scene in 01x16 "To Ransom A Man's Soul" where Murtagh and Jamie speak in Gaelic.

You don't need to understand the language to understand what they are saying to each other. How Murtagh is at his wit's end with Jamie.

Murtagh here accuses Jamie of thinking only for himself - and not for Claire. Jamie’s response tells us not only his frame of mind at that moment - but for always: I haven’t a single thought of anything but her.

Here’s the full translation of this amazing exchange, courtesy of the Great Scot Blog:

[Jamie to Murtagh] Ciamar as urrainn ​mo leigeil ris a’ chràdh seo​?​ – How ​can I be left to ​this pain?

[Murtagh to Jamie] Nì sinn ar dìcheall do leigheas.​ – We shall do our utmost to heal you.

[Jamie to Murtagh] Cha ghabh cuid de ​nithean​ leigheas. Mar as miann leam, cuir crìoch air seo a-nis. – Some things ​don​’t ​take healing​. As is my desire, put an end to this now.

[Murtagh to Jamie] Chan ​fhu​ilinn mi ​’n c​òrr. – I’ll suffer no more of this.

[Jamie to Murtagh] Chan fhaigh mi seachad air seo. An toir ​u orm aslachdainn? – I won’t get ​past​ this. Will you force me to beg?​

[Murtagh to Jamie] Thug mi geall do d​’ mhàthair. ​Sìth air a h-anam​. Nach tig​eadh cron ort​. – I gave a promise to your mother. Peace on her soul. That no harm would come to you.​

[Jamie to Murtagh] Is anmoch an uair, a ghoistidh - Late is the hour, oh godfather​.

[Murtagh to Jamie] Agas Claire? Am bitheadh i na banntrach, air a treigsinn? Tha do cheann sa bhrochan.Tha do cheann sa bhrochan. – And Claire?  Would she just be a widow, forsaken? Your head’s in the porridge (you’re not thinking straight). You haven’t a single thought for her.

[Jamie to Murtagh] Chan eil smaoin agam ann ach oirre-se. – I haven’t a single​ thought ​of anything but her.

[autumn-in-the-academy]

dè amadan. thig e an gnìomh mar nach urrainn e ceàrr a dhèanamh. diathan uaireannan bidh mi ag iarraidh ... chan eil cuimhne agam gu bheil e air a dhèanamh agus air a dhèanamh leis... chan eil mi a’ smaoineachadh gu bheil gràin agam air cuideigin mar a nì mi e

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[tezzbot]

A' caileagan... chan urrainn dhomh a deanamh e an-diugh.....💥 tha mi a' dol tuit nad cadal lmfao

[thatmidwitch]

Emag agus an bogha-frois

I wrote this short story about a little girl named Emag who loves rainbows. It's my first full piece of writing in the language. Illustrations coming :) Corrections are very welcome!

Good morning Emag! Look there is a rainbow outside. Madainn mhath Emag! Seall! Tha bogha-frois a-muigh.

You are not wearing any clothes. You only have undies on! Oh my goodness! Chan eil thu aodach ort! Tha drathais ort a-mhàin! Ò mo chreach!

Emag wants to see the rainbow outside. Tha Emag ag iarraidh amhrac bogha-frois a-muigh.

You need clothes on! You can do it Emag! Tha feum aodach ort! Thu urrainn dèan seo Emag!

Emag likes rainbows. Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple. Emag loves colour. Emag is toil leam bogha-frois. Dearg, orainds, buidhe, uaine, gorm, purpaidh. Is toil leam i dath!

Emag wants to dress like a rainbow today. Brilliant! Emag ag iarraidh coltas an bogha-frois an-diugh. Sgoinneil!

Fresh yellow underwear. The underwear has kitties on the bum! Ùr buidhe drathais. Tha piseagan air an drathais!

Green socks! Uaine stocainnean!

Red trousers! Dearg briogais!

A purple and blue striped dress. Beautiful Emag! Tha purpaidh agus gorm dreasa shrianach. Brèagha Emag!

Hmm what now Emag? Ohhh! Yes! orange boots! Hmmm dè a-nis Emag? Ohhhhh tha! Orainds bòtannan.

Good work Emag! Go see the rainbow! Glè mhath Emag! Ruith a-muigh agus seall an bogha-frois.

[flock-keeper]

"Carson a tha e a’ bualadh air a’ chraoibh sin? Chan urrainn dhomh laighe, tha e drùidhteach..."

(Why is he hitting that tree? I can't lie, it is impressive...)

[grimmssnarl]

“Tha mi toilichte gun urrainn dhomh do thuigsinn uile.” (“I am glad that I can understand you all.”) @flock-keeper

Hearing that old tongue, the one they used to speak almost as their first language, gave the Grimmsnarl pause. He felt caught in his sentimentality, and for a moment he remembered how old he was.

The fairy cast somber eyes on the human, the one useful enough to bring food to the forest. It lowered its head then and spoke quietly through the wind; a show of respect.

"Choisinn thu a' chòir..."

The words rolled out of his head like it were the most natural way for him to communicate.

[relnicht]

besties, an ann aig Loch Bhràigh na h-Aoidh a bha an taigh tughaidh anns an do thogadh Murchadh MacPhàrlain? tha e toirt iomradh air Bràigh na h-Aoidh ann an dàn a dh'fheumas mi bruidhinn mu dheidhinn ach tha an leabhar 'Doras gun Chlaimhean' aig duine eile an-dràsta (agus chan eil an leabharlann fosgailte co-dhiù) so chan urrainn dhomh coimhead a bheil sin ceart

[cloudofbutterflies]

Is toil leam a bhith dà-chànanach ann an cànan nach bruidhinn duine tuilleadh. Is urrainn dhomh an cac as neònach a ràdh agus a ràdh gu bheil e rudeigin àbhaisteach agus feumaidh a h-uile duine a dhol leis. B’ urrainn dhomh aideachadh gur e marbhadh sreathach a bh’ annam agus cha b’ urrainn do dhuine sam bith cac a dhèanamh

[rionnagbheag]

dè cho fada 's as urrainn dhomh a dhol às aonais an tuigsinn

[anarchotolkienist]

Eil duine idir eòlach air clàradh traidiseanta de dh'Fhios chun a' bhàird Ìlich, no Òran Bean Donnchaidh mar a chanar ris le cuid? Chan urrainn dhomh idir lorg fhaighinn air air an Tobair fo ainm sam bith is chan eil air YouTube ach an tionndadh aig Mànran (nach eil idir dona, ach bu mhath leam cluinntinn dè an sgeadachadh a chuir seinneadairean tradaiseanta air)

[jubaer01]

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