#donzel

[alexzeaqua]

Other OCs

about these guys:

Cudra - There's two powers that she have is fire and electric. Although, her personality is stubborn but hot-headed. But if she gets angry, her ponytail turn into flames. It'll turn back to normal, if she calmed down.

Jorz - About Cudra's chill and laid-back boyfriend, his powers are water and air. When Jorz in his ninja form (during the battle/fight), he has water ninja stars that he can throw and float in the air atfer using his air powers.

Starlua - She's the fastest star runner gal in the world! It's about the shoes that make her running real fast. Cause she is... THE FAST!! Starlua does have some fast reflexes, and she likes food, but loves sushi (and sometimes loves other Japanese food. She simply speaks English, but sometimes speaks Japanese.

Donzel - This strongman seems like a nice guy as a half dragon himself. He can fly, breathe fire, and turn into an armor statue. He's best friends with Starlua, as they both hang out with Alejandro, Cudra, and Jorz as high school friends.

[justineportraits]

Patrice Donzel Onde de choc

[rookieoneil]

Y’all listen to this and think of chenford. I dare you

[trasparente98]

Sono iniziate le ultime sere prima di riperdere la mia intimità solitaria nel mio letto...

[milksockets]

cecil beaton, 1951 in the book of flowers - catherine donzel (1998)

[cissyenthusiast010155]

April Fools (Sex Pollen) ~Principal Larissa Weems x Fem teacher!reader

The Sex Pollen troupe is always so fun, and I hadn’t seen it with Larissa Weems yet so here ya go…

Here’s part 2 btw 😉

Mommy…Master List

Prompt-List

Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!!, smut, eating out aka oral sex, overstimulation, desperation, sex pollen, etc.

1.5 words

Enjoy (;

It was April 1st and you had just finished your last divination class of the day. On Fridays, you only had morning classes, so you were free for the rest of the afternoon and day.

You considered yourself extra lucky today, because you hadn’t been the target of any April Fools Pranks and were hoping to keep that streak for the rest of the day. You decided that with your afternoon, you’d go down to the weathervane for a relaxing and warm drink. You closed up your classroom and made your way through the school.

As you were about to go down your final flight of stairs, you noticed Principal Weems tugging on her door in frustration.

“You alright there Larissa?” You called to her. Most of the staff were on good, first name terms and were friendly to each other. You immediately clicked with Larissa, the first day you met her.

Larissa looked back to find you with a look of puzzlement and concern on your face. “Ah no…” she began, slightly out of breath, “It appears my door won’t open…” She chuckled, “It’s probably some student’s April Fools Prank on me.”

“Here, let me see…” you offered, even though Larissa was probably twice as strong as you. You tugged on the door but it wouldn’t budge.

“Maybe if we try together?” You suggested, thinking how you could get this stuck door opened.

“Sure.” Larissa said. Now, you both tugged really hard on the handle and boom! the door swung open with a yellow-greenish explosion.

Larissa went straight through the foggy yellow mist and into her office, as you still stumbled backwards from the explosion.

“Wait Larissa!” You tried to stop her, but she had already gone into her office. You quickly got up and realized that the cloud from the explosion was gone. You entered the office, instinctively closing the door behind you.

The office was absolutely fine. No pranks.

“What was that?” You asked Larissa, who was still inspecting her office for possible pranks.

“I assume a students work. They must have created a trigger system for when the door opened that a bag of yellow smoke was to explode.” Larissa answered.

Content with her sweep of the room, Larissa sat down at her desk with a sigh.

You sighed as well, “Kids, I guess…”.

“Yes…” Larissa chuckled in response.

“Hey, I was gonna go down to the weathervane for a coffee if you want to join? Maybe you’ll escape any future pranks for the day” you asked her.

But you didn’t get a response from Larissa. You looked to her confused, and found her up from her chair with her hands on her desk as she was deep breathing.

You immediately became concerned, “Hey, are you oh… ohhh…” you couldn’t finish your sentence, as a warm flash hit you.

You grabbed the nearest chair for support. It was like a fire raging through your veins. Your heart race picked up causing a sharp turn to breathlessness.

“Oh God.” You winced, as the pain built, your clothes beginning to feel as if they were burning your skin.

“Fuck…” Larissa mumbled.

You looked up to her and found that she looked like to be in the same excruciating state of being.

Except she was definitely handling it way better than you were.

Now, you found that you couldn’t keep your eyes of her. What was happening?!

The thoughts of which you kept for your own private time began to invade your mind in vivid imagery. Images of you and Larissa. Images of you and Larissa doing extremely innapropriate acts for a boss and their employee

But your mind couldn’t help it. You knew you were attracted to her. Because damn was she a thing of beauty.

But you would never act on it, as that would be highly innapropriate.

Your dangerous game of thoughts were interrupted by an elicited grunt from Larissa. You then realized you had been staring at her.

She was also getting worse.

Her knuckles had turned white gripping the desk, like yours on the chair. You wanted those hands all over you.

Her breathing was erratic. You wanted those lips all over, marking you.

You could see her legs slightly trembling, nothing compared to your wobbly, already given out weak knees but still you wanted those legs crushing your head as you made that woman scream in ecstasy.

You wanted her so badly.

No, You needed her so badly.

Finally, Larissa looked up to meet your eyes.

Her eyes were glossy, filled with pain and desperation.

And that’s what did it. That’s what made you lose it.

Fuck…

You crashed into her desperately, your needy lips meeting hers.

This was wrong. It was a mistake. But you didn’t care anymore.

And you knew Larissa was thinking the same exact thing. At first, she hesitated to sink into your kiss and embrace, but it wasn’t long before she couldn’t hold on any longer and her mouth was fully on yours and her hands were desperately grabbing your hair, waist, face, just anything she could do to hold on to you, to quench her starved self and touch you.

You sloppily kissed her, eventually penetrating her mouth with your tongue, eliciting a moan from Larissa. You moaned in response as you both tongue fucked in the worlds most desperate and sloppy kiss.

Needing more, you pushed Larissa into her chair and straddled her.

She instinctively bucked her hips up to yours, and you began grinding down on her. Along with a heavenly string of moans, Larissa responded by kissing and marking your neck and shoulder. You moaned in response.

“I need more, please more…” Larissa whimpered through her moans of your grinding acts.

You looked into her lustful, fiery eyes and kissed her. Then, you unstraddled yourself from her, eliciting a whimper from Larissa’s lips.

You knelt right by her legs and began to roll up her dress. When Larissa realized what you were doing, she moaned and encouraged you with strings of begging off her tongue.

Eventually, you got her legs fully open and accessible. And in that moment, nothing looked more perfect and beautiful than the woman above you begging to to eat her fucking, wet cunt out.

You couldn’t help but oblige. You delved into her heat, lapping her up desperately. Larissa’s moans got louder and her voice more and more breathless.

“Fuck… I’m gonna cum” Larissa mewled. You responded by attacking her cunt faster and harder. As she reached her climax, screaming in pleasure, legs crushing your head, hands in your hair, you lapped up all her juices greedily.

You helped her steady her breathing and gracefully come down from her orgasm.

You looked up to Larissa in desperation and whimpered. Larissa was quick to act and picked you up from the ground, kissing you hardly, making you the one moaning needily.

“Your turn…” Larissa whispered lustfully. She placed you on top of her desk and scrunched your skirt up as high possible.

Your hips bucked in anticipation and need, as she opened your legs. Larissa licked her lips at the sight of your dripping wet cunt. She spent no second waisted and immediately started exploring and tonguing your folds. A flood of delicious moans rolled off your tongue, as Larissa ate you out ferociously.

“Fuck please, Larissa…” you whimpered, “So good… ‘m gonn’ cum” you slurred out.

“Cum love, cum for me” Larissa begged as she added her finger to your clit.

You howled her name in pleasure as her tongue and fingers brought you over the edge. You’d never had had an orgasm before like that. It left you truly breathless. It left your legs harshly trembling.

You both slowly put yourselves together. Lastly, Larissa have you one more kiss, letting you taste yourself on her tongue.

Just as you parted, there was knock on the door. You gasped and quickly made your way back to the other side of the desk as if nothing had happened.

“Come in.” Larissa stated, as she sat down to pretend like she was doing something.

Marilynn Thornhill entered the room. “So sorry to interrupt Principal Weems, but it seems that’s someone has taken my Floraeamoreardere plant.

“You’re what?” You questioned, interjecting yourself.

She sighed, “It’s more commonly called the sex pollen plant. Its pollen is a highly potent, yellow dust which spikes the intakers sex drives up by like 1000%. I don’t know the exact math, but the point is that a student should not have something that powerful.”

You looked by to Larissa in shock, to see her face expressing the same thing:

Oh Fuck… That’s what had happened…

Marilynn continued, “I mean imagine what could happen if that was used on someone at the school!”

You bit your lip, trying to cover your smirk.

Oh you knew…

You both knew very well…

Part 2 here 😏

[coovieilledentelle]

Sous les jupes des filles.

« Il ya le soleil qui brille quand elles dansent Et puis la lune aussi emparée de dentelle, Ronde et lisse et fendue, globes de chaise denses Voilés de fin tissu, délices en ribambelle.

Il y a un ravin nacré, vertigineux, où les mâles glissent toujours veulent leurs doigts.

Il y a l'interdit qui fleure bon l'iode quand elles marchent accolées à leur amie de jeux.

Et dans les yeux des filles il y a des prairies, des fleurs en balancelles et du miel en tartine.

Elles ont dedans leur gorge des roucoulis d'oiseaux et sur leurs lèvres ourlées, posées comme au pinceau, le sang de lourds pavots fauchés en plein essor par leurs dents de souris pointues et affutées.

Y a dans le corps des hommes qui croisent ces donzelles, des envies d'empaumer de mordre et d'avaler. Des envols dans les reins, des poinçons qui se dressent et des regards de feux qui voudraient allumer.

Et il en est ainsi dans tous les coins du monde de cette danse folle qui fait tourner les têtes. C'est un charivari, une vraie farandole.

Et il en est ainsi c'est le jeu de la vie. »

Lyslotte. Pseudo d'écrivaine : RoseLys DesDunes

[dertaglichedan]

Peer-Reviewed Study Shows All Cause Death Risks Higher For Vaccinated vs. Unvaccinated

A new peer-reviewed study concludes that all cause deaths were higher for those vaccinated with one and two doses compared to the unvaccinated.

“Subjects vaccinated with two doses lost 37 percent of life expectancy compared to the unvaccinated population,” Italian researchers found. The booster doses were determined to be ineffective.

The study, titled, “A Critical Analysis of All-Cause Deaths during COVID-19 Vaccination in an Italian Province,” was conducted by Marco Alessandria, Giovanni M. Malatesta, Franco Berrino, and Alberto Donzell and published on June 30, 2024.

Alessandria etal. analyzed Italian National Healthcare System data on residents or those domiciled in the province of Pescara between January 1, 2021 and February 15, 2023.

The researchers wrote in their conclusion that “we should admit that vaccination increases the risk of death from causes other than COVID-19, or by direct damage (adverse effects), or by indirect damage e.g., to the immune system.”

[fieldofdaisiies]

Azriel x Eris

A Court of Covert Desire

───  ⋅ ∙ ∘ ☽ ༓ ☾ ∘ ⋅ ⋅  ─── playlist 🎶

I wanna be yours - arctic monkeys "Secrets I have held in my heart Are harder to hide than I thought Maybe I just wanna be yours I wanna be yours, I wanna be yours"

man or a monster - sam tinnesz "In your hands, there's a touch that can heal But in those same hands, is the power to kill Are you a man or a monster?"

scars to your beautiful - alessia cara "The world could change its heart No scars to your beautiful We're stars and we're beautiful"

me and the devil - soup & skin  "And I'm gonna see my man Until I get satisfied"

things we lost in the fire - bastille "Do you understand that we will never be the same again The future's in our hands and we will never be the same again"

i was never there - the weeknd "What makes a grown man wanna cry? What makes him wanna take his life? His happiness is never real And mindless sex is how he feels, ooh, he feels"

daddy isssues - the neighbourhood "Take you like a drug I taste you on my tongue You ask me what I'm thinking about I tell you that I'm thinking about Whatever you're thinking about"

flames - donzell targat "Flames, desire If you wanna be with me just look me in the eyes, baby Face, the fire"

don't blame me - taylor swift "Don't blame me, love made me crazy If it doesn't, you ain't doin' it right Lord, save me, my drug is my baby I'll be usin' for the rest of my life"

middle of the night - elley duhé "Just call my name, I'm yours to tame In the middle of the night, in the middle of the night I'm wide awake, I crave your taste All night long 'til morning comes"

de selby (part 2) - hozier "And your heart, love, has such darkness I feel it in the corners of the room"

hurts - emeli sandé "Baby, I'm not made of stone, it hurts Loving you the way I do, it hurts When all that's left to do is watch it burn"

you put a spell on me - austin giorgio "You know I can't help myself when you ask tenderly If I'd dim the lights as your hand brushes me And the floor swallows your clothes And your silhouette puts on a show"

aimed to kill - jade lemac "Call me monster or a saint I'll still get you either way, baby If you scream, I will tie you up Keeping it rough but call it love"

scary love - the neighbourhood "Your love is scaring me No one has ever cared for me As much as you do"

only love can hurt - paloma faith "I tell myself you don't mean a thing And what we got, got no hold on me But when you're not there, I just crumble I tell myself I don't care that much But I feel like I die 'til I feel your touch"

love's a burden - beyond the black "But I just can't deny my deepest will Cause love is all that I can ever feel Love's a burden, but I want more to bear …. Love's a burden, but I just can't ignore How good it feels"

[blindhades]

ci sto prendendo gusto a postare in italiano quindi beccatevi un altro mio tema che credo sia una delle cose migliori che io abbia mai prodotto

ENG: i'm enjoying this whole posting in italian thing so now you're getting another one of my essays- which i think is one of the best things i've ever written (use google translate or something)

CORO La vicenda si svolge nell’aldilà, nel labirintico supermercato che tutte le anime sono costrette ad attraversare per raggiungere la pace eterna. Si tratta infatti di una sorta di pellegrinaggio nel quale le anime riflettono sulla loro vita terrena mentre vagano per le corsie alla ricerca di un’uscita. In questo luogo si incontrano alcuni celebri personaggi: l’eroico Don Chisciotte della Mancia, il suo fedele compagno Sancio Panza e il principe di Danimarca Amleto.

[entrano DON CHISCIOTTE e SANCIO PANZA]

DON CHISCIOTTE Per l’amor di Dio, quale misterioso luogo è mai questo? Oh compare, questa è indubbiamente opera del terribile mago Frestone! Ma ora guarda, una schiera di nemici pronta ad attaccarci! [indica una scaffalatura piena di detersivi]

SANCIO PANZA Ma quali nemici? Quelli che stai indicando sembrano a me dei bizzarri recipienti inanimati. Nessuno di loro mi pare in alcun modo una minaccia.

DON CHISCIOTTE Oh Sancio, quanto sei inesperto! Quelli che vedi sono invero dei nemici, ma il tuo occhio ti inganna. Ascolta dunque chi è conoscitore delle avventure cavalleresche dei più nobili condottieri e fatti da parte! [brandisce la spada contro gli scaffali di detersivo]

[entra AMLETO]

AMLETO Ma che diamine state facendo, puntando la vostra arma a quel modo contro dei contenitori?

DON CHISCIOTTE State indietro! Siete disarmato, potreste rimanere ferito! Questi recipienti sono in realtà illusioni create dal temibile mago Frestone, colpevole del furto dei miei preziosi libri. È dunque mio dovere far fronte a questo pericolo, per difendere le donzelle di questa strana selva.

AMLETO E i danesi che davano a me del pazzo! Abbassate quella spada, suvvia! Le accuse di follia quasi mi costarono la vita, quando i miei stessi compagni, che ritenevo leali, mi condussero in Inghilterra perché io fossi ucciso! Voi invece siete qui, già graziati dal sonno eterno, e vi ostinate a combattere dei finti pericoli!

DON CHISCIOTTE Molte volte sono stato chiamato pazzo, ma siete voi incapaci di vedere la realtà per ciò che è e non per come appare. Una volta affrontai con audacia degli orrendi giganti, ai quali Frestone aveva fatto assumere le sembianze di semplici mulini a vento.

SANCIO PANZA Oh, avreste dovuto vedere il coraggio e la temerarietà con cui si scagliava verso i nemici!

AMLETO Non dubito certamente della vostra alacrità e forza! Ritengo tuttavia necessario farvi notare che ciò che voi chiamate nemici pericolosi, sono in verità dei bottiglioni appoggiati sopra ad uno scaffale. Vi invito invece a rivolgere le vostre energie e il vostro desiderio di giustizia nel combattere i veri antagonisti di questo mondo, ovvero gli uomini disonesti e sleali, coloro che sono usurpatori e traditori come lo fu mio zio nell’avvelenare mio padre e sposare mia madre.

DON CHISCIOTTE Non posso che concordare sull’esigenza di contrastare gli uomini malvagi, ma osservate ora attentamente: davanti a noi è posta una schiera di nemici, ordinatamente disposti e camuffati grazie alla magia del mago Frestone! Ma cosa accade ora laggiù? Avanti Sancio Panza, affrettati a soccorrere quella donzella che pare aver creato un grande trambusto urtando il ripiano!

[exit SANCIO PANZA]

DON CHISCIOTTE Decidete dunque se avete intenzione di affrontare insieme a me questo esercito o rimanere in disparte, che è giunto per me il momento di dare prova del mio coraggio!

AMLETO Perdonatemi ma proprio non riesco a capirvi: non credete che sia inutile perdere tempo a combattere quando abbiamo già concluso la più grande delle nostre battaglie, la vita?

DON CHISCIOTTE Che senso c’è allora se non combattiamo per qualcosa, per un ideale? Per quale motivo non lottate? Come fate ad essere in pace con voi stesso?

AMLETO Non ritengo ci sia bisogno di combattere in continuazione, ma è invece necessario ogni tanto soffermarsi a riflettere sulle nostre azioni, su ciò che stiamo facendo e chiederci per quale motivo lo stiamo facendo.

Nella mia vita spesso mi fermai a meditare sugli avvenimenti e sulla moralità delle azioni. Fui pure tentato di porre fine alla mia vita, ma fui frenato dal non conoscere cosa mi avrebbe aspettato nell’aldilà. Oh, come sono grato di essere stato bloccato da questo pensiero, perché se così non fosse stato mi sarei ritrovato prima in questa selva assurda!

[aspaldiko]

Doğrusu ''Hatta ona döktürdüğüm göz yaşlarını bile sevdim.''

L'Amour et les Forêts, Valérie Donzell

[justineportraits]

Patrice Donzel Proposition indécente

[tiaspettoaltrove]

Le ragazze italiane sono, quasi tutte e quasi sempre, annoiate.

Non impazzisco per monumenti e robe storiche, ma ammetto che il Colosseo la sua figura la fa sempre. Simbolo imponente, di un’epoca per fortuna passata. Stamattina camminavo al Circo Massimo, e mi sono imbattuto in una rievocazione storica dell’antica Roma. Ovvero centinaia di persone vestite come i combattenti dell’epoca, che marciavano e urlavano in coro. Lo chiamerò cosplay per sminuirne il valore artistico e culturale, e per evidenziarne l’inaccuratezza storica. Ma il punto non è nemmeno questo: perché dovrei glorificare una civiltà che ha messo Gesù Cristo sulla croce? Egli, col Suo sacrificio, ha dimostrato la sconfitta del mondo. E nello specifico, in quel tempo, la crudeltà di quell’impero romano tanto osannato anche ai giorni nostri. Tuttavia, rimanendo indifferente all’atmosfera di giubilo per una Storia che fu, ho deciso comunque di buttare un occhio a quella sorta di sfilata. Non tanto per curiosità in senso stretto, quanto per aver notato delle graziose donzelle (ben vestite e piacevoli da guardare), in quel marasma generale che a tratti sembrava più una rievocazione fascista, che romana (e in effetti dei tratti in comune ci sarebbero pure). Numericamente irrilevanti, ma qualche creatura degna di nota, nella folla l’ho trovata. Mi ha colpito ancora di più, in realtà, un’altra situazione. Ero nel pubblico accanto a un ragazzo, accompagnato dalla sua compagna, una bella biondina. Egli snocciolava date ed eventi, e lei neanche a dirlo palesemente si annoiava. O quantomeno, questo è quello che vedevo io. Guardava altrove, indice del fatto che probabilmente non avrebbe voluto essere lì. E dopo un po’ si è direttamente allontanata per parlare al telefono (probabilmente per chiamare l’amante). Era lì contro la sua volontà? Onestamente non sembrava. Il ragazzo appariva tranquillissimo. Sicuramente ingenuo, non cattivo. Espressioni del viso rilassate, tono di voce basso, non mi sembrava proprio il tipo che avrebbe “costretto” la sua metà a recarsi lì con lui. Secondo me era semplicemente un appassionato di Storia, magari mezzo “secchione”, che invece di godersi la sua bella biondina stava lì a guardare questi soldati molto convinti di ciò che facevano. Un altro aspetto lo devo rilevare, però, perché non vale solo in questo caso: le ragazze italiane le vedo, quasi sempre e quasi tutte, annoiate. Quindi mi chiedo: cosa volete davvero dalla vita? E cosa vi aspettate? Siete così perché siete viziate, e “troppo” libere? Oppure (e probabilmente mi rispondereste così) siete annoiate perché vi annoia chi vi circonda? Be’, in quest’ultimo caso bisogna rinunciare a ciò che non fa stare bene. Perché la vita è una, e va vissuta nel modo giusto solo con chi riteniamo che meriti di stare con noi. E anche qualora l’alternativa fosse la solitudine, ben venga. Ma restare con uno, solo magari per qualche vantaggio materiale, non lo trovo particolarmente edificante. Bisogna prendere coraggio ed agire onestamente. Farsi travolgere autenticamente, senza maschere.

[occhimacchiati]

donzelle all’ascolto fatevi un regalo compratevi un sextoy uno qualsiasi quello che vi attira e ispira di più (possibilmente uno vibrante if u want some advice) davvero date ascolto a zia C qui presente vi cambierà la vita x sempre ve lo giuro croce sul cuore

[milksockets]

audrey hepburn in the book of flowers - catherine donzel (1998)

[masterhallmark]

I now headcanon that "Don" in "Don Karnage" is not a title, it's just short for Donzel

The name meaning even matches his ego