#bonite

[lure-tackle-shop]

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[paultakeuchi]

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[sweetsweethate]

AAAAAAAAAAAAH PORFIN

[lipid]

In their boilwash era.

gay people will medieval torture small plastic people to get them all pretty

[martinbythelakes]

martin ødegaard should watch neon genesis evangelion. i think he would have a lot to say about shinji ikari's character arc

[trollcafe]

switcharoo

tw: blood ment, death ment  Rienah has a dream.  Google Docs Link 

Ocean waves crashed into the rocks below. You leaned over the railing, breathing in the salty cool air, and felt at ease. Your coffee was steaming as you took a sip. You wondered, briefly, where your matesprit had gone off to. She was supposed to meet you outside with her tea. 

You looked over your shoulder, back inside your hive. The balcony doors had been left open, but the drapes were billowing towards you, blocking the view. You could faintly hear music. You couldn’t quite make out what the song was. It was scratchy, hard to make out, as if coming from Bonnie’s record player. 

She only used the record player when rehearsing. A glance at the sky confirms how odd it would be for your matesprit to be practicing at this hour. The drapes beckon you inside, reaching for you. You heed their call. The cloth whisps past your face with tender touches. 

It takes a second for your eyes to adjust to the darkness inside your hive. Your hands grip the coffee tighter, grateful for their warmth as the cold air settles into your skin. Has the hive always been this empty? It must have. It looked deliberate. Bonite would say the Fleet was taking your memories again, that she’d done this intentionally. Lo and behold, Bonite was standing before you. 

Or, well, she was dancing. Her back was to you while she moved through the cold air. She was slow, but graceful as ever. You watched her in a silent awe. The music was still faint and unrecognizable, but you knew her moves well. You knew the curve of her body and the way she held her shoulders. Her pale blue leotard and her worn down pointe shoes were a familiar sight. After a few silent moments, you would realize that something felt off. There was water running from somewhere in the hive, a tap left dripping. It certainly wasn’t cold enough outside to warrant such a thing. You glance behind you only to find the balcony doors had been shut. 

You look back to Bonite. Her movement has become less smooth, now more jagged in nature. Her form was never this messy. You take a few steps closer and freeze. You noticed a dark puddle growing under your matesprit’s feet. 

“Bonnie-?” You were worried she wouldn’t hear you over the music with how soft your voice had been. But she did, of course she did. Your beautiful matesprit looked back over her shoulder towards you. Where you expected a smile, there was nothing. Your matesprit’s face was gone. 

You drop your drink in fear. As the mug falls, Bonite crumples to the floor. Shattered porcelain and your shattered matesprit. You’re almost too shaken to go to her side, but thankfully your Fleet training does kick in for a few seconds. 

At her side on your knees, you pick her up. Her body is frail, cold, empty, littered with bruises of neglect and over abuse. Even in your shock, you can’t choke back tears, then sobs. Her leotard was smudged with violet where it seemed she tried to wipe the blood away. Much to your horror, her appearance only worsened as you tried to hold onto her. You tried to will the life back into her. With each grief-stricken sob, she rotted further in your arms. There was no saving her. 

You woke with a violent start. You had fallen asleep leaning against your kismesis’ shoulder, somehow, while he was doing something else. Honestly the worst time to have a nightmare like this but you’d reflect on that later. You grip your chest, trying desperately to slow your breathing or your heart rate. Obsidian turned his attention to you now, of course he did. You think he might’ve said something but your ears were ringing. It felt like there wasn’t enough air in the room for both of you. Did he set his hand on your shoulder? Or is it a phantom feeling?

You shake it - or him - off and stand up. You just needed to leave. The base you were restocking at wasn’t the biggest but it was better to walk around. You held yourself close, walking fast to shake off the feeling of being followed. To shake off the memory of her face. Why did you remember this dream? Why couldn’t you remember the happy dreams? Why did it still feel like she was in your arms, rotting away? 

You start running. You were horrified that someone was still following you. That you’d look over your shoulder and see the balcony doors closed again, you’d see her battered corpse. As the feelings grow overwhelming, tears threaten to spill. Salvation was just up ahead. 

You crash into Misfit. The lanky fuchsia was nearly knocked over in surprise, but somehow managed to hold both of you up. He looked confused for a second as you held onto him. Your shaky breaths must’ve tipped him onto what was happening. After a second, he took hold of your hand. A silent means of permission. You close your eyes. Numbness washes over you. Then, you feel warm. Security. Comfort. Protectiveness. The emotions Misfit had just been feeling. 

The fuchsia pulls you to the ground with him, and starts to sob. You hold him in your arms as he cries for you, feels horror for you, grieves your lover for you.

[purpleshell-x]

Hello! Can you do something short (like hc or oneshots) of Valeria with a f! Or gn!reader that got valerias name tattooed on her? Like her name in a pretty letter font in a heart on her shoulder. Like they've been together for years and one random day Valeria gets home and reader shows her the new tattoo. Thank you! :)

Valeria when her s/o gets a tattoo of her name

Trigger Warning—Nothing to crazy, gets a bit suggestive at the end but other then that it’s sfw. Google translated Spanish so if it’s not fully correct it ain’t my fault💀

Character—Valeria Garza

A/N—I went ahead and just used general pronouns! Thank you for my first request! This was fun to do. <333 Also I didn’t proof read this cause I was feeling lazy

Type—HeadCanons/Oneshot

Tattoos are a sentimental thing for Valeria, all of hers have a meaning to them, so when she sees the fact that you got a tattoo of her name? made her go crazy.

She’d definitely tease you about it, teasing you on how now every one knows your hers.

Definitely loves that—the fact that her s/o has a permanent remind on them that they are hers, drives her wild. (she’s a bit possessive if where honest)

Valeria might not say it but it means a lot to her, any time you show your loyalty to her it makes her a bit weak. She’ll end up giving you more kisses than normal for it. 

“Mi amor, what’s this?” Valeria asks looking at the tattoo of her name in pretty cursive right over your heart, her eyebrow raised with a grin creeping up on her lips, her hands resting on your hips.

She had been gone for a few days for a “business” trip, finally coming home as you were making dinner, the tattoo on display from the low-cut shirt you were wearing. The sight made a heat grow between her thighs, “Your name on my chest.” You replied with a bit of teasing look in your eyes as you stated the obvious making Valeria roll her eyes lightly at your brattiness—but she let it slide since she now got to see how her name was on her girl’s/boy’s chests like you were entirely hers.

Which you were of course.

“Thought it would be a nice surprise.” You add, tone a bit softer, a bit of a grin on your face from the way Valera was looking at you. “Like it?” You say as Valeria’s lips find your jaw, her tone of voice a bit gravely as she murmurs, “Más que, chica bonita/chico bonito.” Her grip on your hips pulling you closer as her lips trail down

Más que chica bonita/chico bonit= more then like, pretty girl / pretty boy

[clawmarks]

Voyage autour du monde exécuté pendant les années 1836 et 1837 sur la corvette la Bonite - 1841 - via Internet Archive

[solovivoparati]

Pronouns and gendered words

Hello! Just a bit of a heads up for every writer out there:

If you're writing dialogue in a romance language (specially spanish or italian), be careful with the gendered words! I know there are barely those in English, but here's a few examples so you get what I mean:

•Friend≠amigo. Amigo -> boy friend Amiga -> girl friend. Friend is gender neutral, but there is no equivalent in Spanish.

•Pretty≈bonita. It can be, but bonita describes something considered femenine (a plant, a house, the living room, etc.). It can also mean bonito, which has more of a masculine meaning (the sea, the sky, the grass, etc.). Pretty is gn, but it isn't in Spanish.

•Mouse ≈ topo. Mouse can be topo in italian, but it can also be rat. Different genders, possible same word.

•Kid ≠ bambino. It's more like: little boy -> bambino Little girl -> bambina. Something similar happens in Spanish:

•Child≠niña/niño. Again, child is gender neutral, but there is no gender neutral equivalent in Spanish.

There is also, officially, no such thing as they in Spanish. The literal translation would be ellos, but it specifically addresses a group of people and cannot be taken otherwise. So, what to do? People who identify as non binary in Spanish usually use gendered words with an e. Bonite, niñe, hermose, etc. It depends on each individual, but that is the widely accepted way of addressing a person. They is often translated to elle (a new word, if you see it a certain way) in Spanish, but again, it depends on each person.

I decided to make this post because I've read a few fics (both reader inserts and other types) that have characters with neutral pronouns but end up being referred to in a gendered way when another character speaks to them in a different language. I know it isn't your intention, it’s difficult to figure out when it’s not your native language. Still, I hope this helps a little bit, we should all be careful and do an effort to respect people's pronouns in all languages!

Feel free to message me if you want/need help :)

[reverieact]

* SENTENCES STARTERS

¡Atención! Aunque las siguientes oraciones pueden ser dichas en cualquiera de las locaciones establecidas para el castillo, deben especificar al inicio de cada starter el lugar donde se está llevando a cabo la interacción.

"Este castillo tiene una atmósfera extraña."

"¿Alguien más siente un escalofrío al entrar?"

"¡Espero que las leyendas sobre fantasmas no sean ciertas!"

"¿Qué tipo de artefacto te gustaría encontrar primero?"

"Oh, sí, porque buscar artefactos en un castillo abandonado es exactamente lo que tenía en mente para un sábado por la noche."

“Esta estructura no se ve confiable… ¿Alguien más quiere agregar 'desaparecido en acción' a su currículum?"

"¡Qué vista tan impresionante debe haber desde lo alto de la torre!"

"¿Alguien sabe si hay túneles secretos debajo del castillo?"

“¿Obstáculo dijeron? ¿Quiénes creen que somos, Indiana Jones?”

"¿Han escuchado sobre algún tesoro perdido que pueda estar aquí?"

"¿Cuánto tiempo creen que nos tomará encontrar todos los artefactos?"

"¡Oh, genial, otra oportunidad para que los murciélagos me roben el peine! Justo lo que necesitaba."

"¿Tienes alguna estrategia para mantenernos seguros mientras exploramos?"

"¿Alguien más siente que está siendo observado mientras caminamos por aquí?"

"¿Cuál es tu parte favorita del castillo hasta ahora?"

“¿No sientes que alguien te está mirando?”

“Ay, ¿a qué hora es la comida? Me estoy muriendo de hambre.”

“¿Eso era un ratón?”

“¡Deja de respirar tan fuerte!”

“¿Si me encuentro un artefacto me lo puedo quedar?”

“Siento que hay más arañas que personas aquí dentro”

“Al menos no tuvimos que vestirnos de época esta vez, me habría puesto a llorar.”

“¿Cómo se verá el anillo de compromiso real en mi dedo?”

“Creo que no es por ahí.”

“Uy, sin salida, ¡a dar la vuelta!”

“¿Qué estás mirando?”

“¿Encontraste algo ya?”

“No sé si es la luz o qué, pero hoy me veo más bonite que de costumbre.”

“Dormiré una semana después de esto.”

"¿No crees que se siente como si estuvieras en una película de terror mientras exploras el castillo?"

"Cuentan que por aquí ronda el fantasma de un antiguo señor feudal, clamando venganza por su muerte injusta."

“¡Ten cuidado! Algo me dice que hay una trampa por ahí. ”

"¿Crees que los cuervos que rondan por las murallas sean un buen o mal presagio?"

"Creo que me estoy volviendo loco. Juro que vi una figura sombría en la sala de armas, pero cuando fui a investigar, no había nadie."

"Los jardines están en plena floración en esta época del año. Es un lugar perfecto para una siesta bajo el sol."

"Estoy deseando una buena comida en las cocinas del castillo. ¿Te apuntas?"

"¡Oye, cuidado con esa vela! No queremos quemar esto."

"Si me pierdo, asegúrense de buscar primero aquí. Podría estar rezando por un milagro."

"Creo que escuché un susurro extraño viniendo del zaguán."

[ourolite2]

⬭ 𓈒  ݁ tour de force   afro-hispanic arataki itto + black ( gender neutral ) reader. drabble coded! nsfw/smut. written in second person, male oral, inevitable gagging, monogamous modern relationship, little bit of fluff undertones, sub! itto, dom! reader, he's puppy coded- naturally + spanish (translated).

𝒯he heat emitting from his spread thighs, which resided on either side of your head, was enough to make you squirm and whine breathlessly on the bed sheets below you. Though even so, you kept your composure, remembering that today was dedicated to pleasing Itto in a way other than your usual Disney marathons and insane snack concoctions. You figured that to explore one’s partner in depth is more than discerning just their pet peeves and favorite fictional characters, it’s also about acknowledging the physical- or rather sexual- preferences and needs you both share and differ on. Hence, the stuffy position you were placed in on your folded knees, captivating your boyfriend’s attention with every light stroke of your hand against his sensitively erect dick.

  The viscous, honey-like substance protruding from his pink blemished tip greeted you with urgency, along with the quivering of Itto’s thighs as you placed your hands on either side of his dick. He was warm, sensitive, and practically allocating himself to obsecrating for your attention without saying a word. As your plump, brown lips grew near his flushed dick, he could only shiver and mumble incoherencies of anticipation in bits of Spanglish, slightly raising his tan torso as your tongue darted out to savor his needy tip. The pre-cum glosses across his plump skin, smearing across your tongue with its natural adhesiveness, following a taste that would forever bring your psyche back to Araraki Itto’s current needy state. 

  He can’t withstand the endless teasing you exert him to endure, his hips seem to have a mind of their own as he slightly bucks up to slip past your barely parted lips. Thighs spreading farther to get a better view, breath hitching, eyelids fluttering. When you look up to greet his eyes with yours he barely manages to mutter “Bendito.. mierda,” (goodness.. shit) as you take his suffocating length into your mouth with a quivering moan. His mind is far less sensible than usual, squirming beneath your control and humping softly into your mouth while your tongue does wonders to mix the sweet cum and saliva sloppily on his dick through your unabating gags and muffled mewls.

  Such lewd, wet noises smack across the spacious bedroom; the sounds alone were enough to make him spasm and lose his coherency underneath you. The quality of your soft lips against him was entirely too arduous to deny, his large hands can’t help but grip the silk sheets below as he grunts in this near-bliss state. Sweat coats his chest and dribbles along his neck like the arousal he’s close to leaking and spluttering along yours. Such pretty, pearly white jewelry he wants to see you wear for him— to wear from him, su bonite amorite (his pretty little love - g!neutral).

  “Y/n- you’re.. hah..” What should’ve been a full sentence was reduced to two words, barely escaping his chapped pinkish brown lips as he inhaled perilously. His release rushes down the base of his stomach and spine with such sudden urgency, earning a slight arch from him as an improper warning. It’s sweet and familiar, how long has it been since he’s succumbed to this messy, lust driven side of him? Too long, he was certain, for the look in your observant eyes alone was enough to drive him sexually psychotic, subconsciously quickening the pace of his hips as you slither his full length from your tensile inner-cheeks and grip him promptly in your hand. 

  Quickening the pace of your wrist as you stroke him, leaning atop his supine body and into his adorable little face, which causes his soaked tip to brush the happy trail across your belly button with the increased proximity. You’re overwhelming the poor thing; don’t you know how foreign and overstimulating this all is for him? Oh, you do? And you’re still invested. You don’t loosen your grip or revert your pace when Itto twitches against your palm, nor when his inconsistent whines grow desperate and ragged on the edge of his orgasm, sounding more like puppy whimpers than moans. Your unoccupied hand rushes to intrude between his lips with your thumb. His consciousness is engulfed in ustulating lust, which he was astonished to harbor s’much of, as he gets a glimpse of the sadistic smile fondling your plump, brown, cum bespattered lips and cheeks. Then, within the very last seconds of his singed deprivation of a climax, you spoke with a tone as delicate and sultry as the silk sheets residing below. “Is this what you like, Ara baby?”

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[lure-tackle-shop]

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[unteriors]

Bonite Circuit, Timberon, New Mexico.

[artsyraccoons]

Enby dragon!

This took my so long, i procrastinated for SO LONG

I thought the colors werent good but then the picture with the flash came out a lot better than it looked on paper so

Lgbt dragons masterpost

Rant! (Boy is this one gonna be long)

I think non binaries suffer the most discrimination in brazil at least, because, fun fact: we don't have gender neutral pronouns. No such thing as "they/them" and adjectives are also gendered, like "bonita" for girls, "bonito" for boys. And if you try to say "bonite" people look at you weird or laugh. Even in my friend group, where i believe everyone is queer, no one has ever non ironically used what we can consider gender neutral. There was also the time when it was funny to talk substituting EVERY vowel with "e", making fun of non binaries. One thing that really scared me was when a friend of mine walked up to me one day, pointed at another friend of mine (she's pansexual) and said, "man, did you know (her name) believes in neutral pronouns?" with actual mockery in his voice.

Y'know what, enbies? Fuck em. You guys exist, are valid and aren't there just for attention or whatever these people think you are. I love y'all my friends

[glitzx-666]

A academia e exercícios n fazem milagres sozinhos, eles tem melhores amgs q se chamam

Ana e Mia

E a comida é sua pior inimiga, ela n quer t ver feliz e bonit*, ela t quer fei*, gord*, horroros* um* porc* imund*, vc tem q lutar contra ela!

Lembre-se, se vc sente fome, está no caminho certo

[srtapinklips]

Tenía que subir a mi niña bonit