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[quantums0ul]

Today has been great. 🌲☁️🍃

[themissingnumbers]

Hey, guys!

I hope you don’t mind me asking, but I’m kinda curious. Out of the four Kanto Trainers, which one are each of the Mods favorites?

((They not the only bitches here. also I don't like any single one of the characters here they all smell for different reasons.))

{Bold to assume there's only four of them! I'd hate to pick a favourite when you've seen so few folks :3}

[For me, it's impossible to pick one of that group. Given they're based heavily on personal things, we love each of them equally and do our best to show that in how we write them :) We're just glad you've been enjoying them so far!]

《ringo》

[midwestphotography]

Dessa live at the Sheldon Theatre in Red Wing, MN- 4/1/23

[kcdrummergirl]

Saint Paul

7/8/2022

8:33PM

[alexsmithson]

The Long Sunny Stroll Down Beautiful London Town!

It was lovely taking a long sunny stroll down beautiful London Town as everyone enjoyed the incredible summer sunshine and the gorgeous landscape! #shotoniphone #photography #london #landscapephotography #town #city #sunny #spirit

[shutterandsentence]

"The one who is in you is greater than the one who is in the world."

-1 John 4:4

Photo: Ely, Minnesota

[dark-frosted-heart]

When the Holy Beast Falls - Azel

An “If you were lovers” story. As usual, can’t guarantee 100% accuracy on this

If Prince Azel and I were lovers…

Sometimes the Living God of Tanzanite would visit the befriended nation Benitoite.

On those occasions, he’d always have me go with him.

I’d never hear something cute like “I’ll miss you” from the two-faced god who apparently brought me along just to push me around.

But I know his true intentions.

--

Emma: Prince Azel, I’m back. 

Azel: You’re late.

Emma: I brought everything you asked me to buy since you can’t go into town, so please forgive me.

Azel: That’s not the issue.

Prince Azel, who waited by the entrance, took the packages from me.

However, it didn’t seem like he was considering the packages and studied me.

Emma: …Are you hurt?

Azel: You can see I’m not.

Emma: Then what is it?

Azel: You’ve kept me waiting because you’ve been having fun in town.

Emma: H-how did you know? Is this God’s power— 

Azel: It’s all over your face.

(I guess I was grinning)

At my honest confession, Prince Azel pinched my cheek.

Azel: You got some nerve. I’ve been waiting for you to come back—

Emma: You’ve been waiting? For me?

Azel: …Don’t get the wrong idea. I asked you to get something for me.

Emma: That’s too bad. I thought if you were waiting for me, I’d rush back the next time.

Azel: Hurry back even if I’m not waiting. That’s a debtor’s responsibility. I’ll add this late fee to your debt.

Emma: Is that okay? The more debt you add, the more you won’t be able to let me go.

Azel: …You’re getting defiant.

(You’re so awkward, truly)

With a grim look on his face, Prince Azel turned his back on me and placed items he had me get on the table.

He went to check its contents, but his hand immediately stopped.

Azel: Emma…What is this?

Emma: It’s cute, isn’t it? I made a stop along the way to buy it.

Prince Azel held Benitoite’s popular “Living God doll” in his trembling hands.

It was a small doll in Prince Azel’s likeness that was said to bring many blessings, including luck with money, love, health, etc.

(It took me a while to buy it since there as a line)

Before he could throw it against the wall, I snatched the doll from Prince Azel’s hands and held it dearly.

Emma: I bought this separately from the money you gave me. I’m not giving it to you.

Azel: Get rid of things that aren’t wanted or needed.

Emma: I refuse. He’s cute, isn’t he?

Azel: Cute?! I think you mean repulsive.

I moved the doll out of Prince Azel’s reach as he tried to steal it back and stepped away from him.

Emma: Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of it.

Azel: No one’s telling you to take care of it. I'm telling you to throw it away.

Emma: Throw away my beloved Prince Azel? I could never.

Azel [polite]: …I see, I see. Even with the real God present, you chose the doll and casted me aside. How cruel…This is a slight toward God. This blasphemy deserves divine punishment.

(Ah—)

Prince Azel deliberately covered his face with his hands and began sobbing.

I knew it was a trap, but it hurt my conscience to ignore him.

Emma: That’s not it. However, with this doll, I can be with Prince Azel even when I’m out running errands. It’s my way of showing how much I love you.

The instant I approached the god to butter him up, Prince Azel stopped his crocodile tears, took the doll from me, and tossed it into some corner of the room. 

Emma: Ah! That’s cruel—Mn?!

My eyes widened when he stopped my protest with a kiss.

Azel: Who’s the cruel one here? Cheater.

Emma: …Even though it’s a puppet of you.

Azel: If you want my blessings so much, I’ll give it to you. You’ll have to deal with it.

A large hand grabbed my chin and our lips met again.

The kisses of a holy, unrelated god were always so greedy, greedily exploring deep inside that it made you feel like you were going to fall.

(Why is every kiss so lewd…)

Even when I nipped his lip to tell him he was going too far, the two-faced god didn’t stop and instead started tickling my ear.

Emma: Mm…Mmm!

Azel: Don’t need the doll anymore? That’s wonderful.

Emma: Wro…ah

The fingers that were tickling my ear slid down my neck and under the collar of my blouse.

I hastily grabbed the hand that was going to defile me and looked into his mysterious, starry eyes.

Emma: I can’t return to my room anymore, can I?

Azel [polite]: A message from God. You should not be alone tonight for there are bad omens.

Emma: …A lot of good things happened in town though?

Azel [polite]: It will happen, and it will surely be a misfortune.

Emma: Specifically…

Azel [polite]: Divination is an ambiguous thing. You won’t know until it happens.

Emma: Then let’s test out if Prince Azel’s divination is really correct.

Azel: Why would you do that? Are you stupid?

He cupped my cheeks and squished them.

Emma: Because lately, you’ve been saying the same thing. That when I’m alone, misfortune, bad luck, or a disaster will happen to me… So I thought I’d try it out just once.

Azel: Being fearless isn’t good. God’s words are absolute, so you must heed His warnings.

Emma: I get it Prince Azel. You just really want us to be together, don’t you?

Azel: ……I didn’t say that.

(You’re so easy to read)

Azel: I don’t care if you’re here or not. I prefer being alone.

Emma: Then— 

When I tried to shake his hands off and turn away, he hugged me tight.

Azel: You don’t believe in God’s good will?

Emma: You just need to be honest and say that you want me with you.

Azel: Aren’t you the one that wants to be with me?

Emma: If I’m the only one that wants this, then I’ll only bother you so I’ll head back to my room—

Azel: Try to go back if you can.

(Ugh…He’s so strong that I can’t shake him off!)

Even after saying all this, Prince Azel still won’t admit it.

But when I turned to look at him, we kissed for a short moment.

Azel: Ah…

It seemed like he didn’t mean to and his brows furrowed.

(He never wants to admit it, but…)

Emma: You truly do love me, Prince Azel.

Azel: Don’t be so conceited.

A blush spread across his grim face.

(...God’s blessing was real)

(Because it’s possible to make Prince Azel look like this)

With a dramatic sigh, Prince Azel rested his forehead on my shoulder.

Azel: What am I even doing?

Emma: It's love.

Azel: No. I’m in no way in love with you. Damn it…

(There’s still a long way to go, but I’ll definitely get it out of him one day)

(An “I love you” from Prince Azel)

[utilitycaster]

This question is entirely in good faith: I’m currently watching campaign 2 for the first time, and you’ve said multiple times that you are a mighty nein girlie above all else. I am enjoying it, I think it’s fun and characters are great. But I find myself preferring campaign 1 more. I know this is a minority opinion as everyone loves campaign 2, but I just can’t really find myself embracing it the same way. What is it that draws you about the MN?

So I do want to preface this with the statement that I think it’s extremely valid to prefer Campaign 1 to Campaign 2. Plenty of people whom I respect do! The Mighty Nein happen to appeal to a lot of my sensibilities specifically but I don’t expect it to appeal to everyone else in the same way.

I also want to note that while it's true Campaign 2 is the fan favorite, firstly, the correct response if you prefer something that isn't the fan favorite is to commend yourself on rarified taste, and secondly, statistics are a funny thing. It's worth remembering that what you see as the Critical Role Active Fandom mostly doesn't include people who dearly loved Campaign 1, didn't like Campaign 2, and drifted away entirely in 2018; whereas people who loved C2 and didn't click with C3 are a little more likely to be around just because it's been less time and because there's more non-main-campaign stuff to hang around for (ie, people who haven't kept up with C3 might still have watched EXU Calamity or Downfall, or might be interested in Midst or Candela stuff, or are hanging out for TLOVM/Nein Animated reasons). You are not seeing Every Person Who Ever Liked Critical Role; you're seeing this segment in time.

ANYWAY. Getting to the actual point, I think Campaign 2 is my favorite because I think I take a fairly holistic view of fiction. I have my favorite characters and ships and themes and all that, but it is difficult for me to enjoy something if I don't enjoy a significant portion of it. I can't just watch for one blorbo, because the character should feel deeply rooted in a world, and have a plot that engages with who they are. This is what drew me to D&D and actual play in the first place!

Campaign 2 is the CR campaign that, in my opinion, achieves this to the highest degree. Hilariously, if you see the campaigns as a trilogy, while usually the middle of a trilogy gets slammed for being all moving pieces and no resolution, that actually works out great for a D&D game. Campaign 1 had the responsibility of introducing an entire world that was being built as the game went on (and introducing the players to TTRPGs); Campaign 3 is the realization of all that plot set up. Campaign 2 gets to explore, build out the world, and delve into characters who are inextricable from their setting, and that's what I love.

I started with Campaign 2, but decided to start catching up on Campaign 1 concurrently as I watched C2 week to week, and I started this quite early and finished C1 in about 4-5 months, and I happen to remember that I watched C2 episode 12 and an early Briarwoods Arc C1 episode back to back, and at the time, I preferred Campaign 1. Campaign 1 has its rocky starts, but the cast had already found their characters (even if the mechanics were being ironed out still) and there were very clear tasks. Early Campaign 2, while I still enjoy it, has a lot of milling about and aimless fucking around, and, understandably, the cast is still figuring a lot out. If you put, say, the Nein in Alfield next to Vox Machina at the Briarwoods Banquet? Yeah, one of these is stronger.

The thing is, that aimless fucking around led to character moments, which is the absolute heart of why the Nein are my favorites, and why I think many others love them as well. Without a clear mission or benefactor, this party had to figure out an identity and what they wanted to do, and in doing so, we got incredible moments between pretty much every party member. Vox Machina has no shortage of incredible conversations, but, for example, Keyleth and Scanlan just straight up don't interact one-on-one very much. You can't point to something like that in the Nein. I also think the fact that none of the characters knew each other terribly well helped with this. I've brought that up to contrast with the bonds in Campaign 3; it's not a bad thing to have a person your character comes in with and knows well, but much as I adore a twins conversation, the reason those conversations are so good are because Vex and Vax both spend a lot of time with other people as well. With the Mighty Nein, everyone has to do that because really, with Yasha gone half the time and then with Molly's death early on, we've got Fjord and Jester (have known each other like a month longer than anyone else) and Caleb and Nott (six-ish months and they're both hiding a lot.)

I really do get if people prefer that Vox Machina has two clear missions (with plenty of fuck around time built in) to start, the show-stopping Briarwoods arc next, and then the Chroma Conclave, especially watching after the fact - I am not sure how C2 is if you binge it vs. watch week to week, and it may suffer from a binge watch whereas C1 honestly might benefit. But the payoff is so great; you do not get the interpersonal relationships the Nein eventually have with each other without that early need for them to set their own direction.

Moving on from there, I love the setting of Wildemount and how much slow travel there is (which, to be fair, Vox Machina didn't have because that was all pre-stream; the Nein started teleporting at level 9 and Campaign 1 starts with the party at level 8). I love, as I mentioned, how tied to the continent everyone is and how relevant that is to most of their stories. I do think Molly's abrupt and unfair death early in the story is a crucial part of who the Nein are, and serves as a defining moment that is impossible to replicate but is very meaningful to me.

Also, and this is getting into some very idiosyncratic stuff: I love wizards and clerics and paladins and we get all those. I like gruff or overly formal characters with tragic backstories and good hearts and that's most of the party (unsurprisingly, Vex and Percy, in that order, are my favorite VM members). As someone who is constantly fighting the "Dump WIS not INT" fight, the fact that the Mighty Nein is fairly smart and has multiple characters specifically interested in history and politics and lore is right up my alley (the twins and Percy and Scanlan in C1 serve a similar purpose, and the fact that C3 doesn't have anyone really like this...shows).

I also like that the Mighty Nein are never famous, and I think some people don't like that. For all they are heroes of the Dynasty and end up with connections in the Empire, they aren't council members or tied to anyone specific, and this floating mercenary nature means they are setting their own pace. The only part where I think things get frustrating after some of the rockier early days is when they're hunting down Obann, and that's only a few episodes. While Molly's death is a defining moment, what is honestly a more defining moment is a few episodes earlier, when they decide against the multiple institutionally-backed job offers and decide to take a couple of jobs that will get them out of the city. I think it was jarring for people used to Vox Machina, with their duties to the council of Tal'Dorei, who dedicated a third of their campaign to saving the continent from dragons; but the Mighty Nein's greatest duty is always to each other and to becoming better people. The focus is always on them. Yes there are fetch quests, yes there are NPCs who give them some unavoidable tasks, and yes people use the term "player agency" in weird ways all the time; but the Mighty Nein are, I think, the zenith of what a player agency driven campaign can be. The story is, above all else, theirs and theirs alone.

I don't know if there will be a Campaign 4 - I'm a bit more sanguine about the prospect than I was earlier in C3 - but for what it's worth I don't think Campaign 2 is irreplicable. Or rather, it can't be replicated, obviously, but I think they could do another campaign that is deeply tied to its setting and lets the party choose their own adventure in the same way. It just takes a little more prep up front, and a little more flexibility once it actually starts. If there is a campaign 4, I really hope they do it in that same style.

[shorthaltsjester]

okay but i am very confused about the energy regarding the weavemind as. bells hells specific enemies? like sure they’re on ruidus and have been introduced in campaign 3 but none of bells hells have expressed a specific interest in taking them down, the weave mind has committed no specific crimes against bells hells that would equate it to being Justice™ for bh to fight them. even if you want to make the tenuous connection that like imogen and fearne are ruidusborn: both of them have focused much more on the consequences and revelations about their families that have come about from their ruidusborn existence than the authoritarian leaders of ruidus itself. so, uh, it is profoundly more interesting to have the party go after the person in charge of the army cult that contextualizes both of their existences and the trauma of the entirety of their party than a obscure group of villains that bh has no actual tangible relation to. like this was literally laid out in the conversation. bh get the cage and ludinus because that’s Their Fight that they’ve been fighting since imogen started dreaming and since orym’s family got killed. vox machina is taking the bridge because of the vax of it all. and mighty nein got the third less prevalent thing, because they’re experienced with psychic threats and manipulation (and also because of course the mighty nein are the ones dealing with the assignment less likely to be seen or heard about).

like the in-character reactions to the breakup of activities were only really considered anything close to negative by braius and dorian who while certainly now members of bells hells aren’t the ones upon which people are claiming to build their “this story is an injustice to the bells hells” sure it is. like ignoring the fact that being unable to get closure on every single issue and potential villain is a long-standing tradition in cr campaigns, i thought the thing everyone loved so much about bells hells is that they’re the npc party? and for better or worse c3 has been about being fast paced and it would be extraordinarily out of character for matt to say “oh these two high stakes and powerful groups have decided to fulfil their plans one at a time so that bells hells can sufficiently take them out.” like the only way that bells hells — the lowest level party — getting to take out One Of The Most Powerful Exandrian Mages is an injustice is if you’ve ignored the entire campaign and its context. like seeing the complaint that “it’s not bells hells story” yes, that has been made clear time and time again in the past 100 episodes. it’s completely fair to not like this, it’s extremely odd to see this as some sort of surprise wrecking ball that has come about in the decision to have more than one party of eight fuck ups trying to stop the unavoidably obvious world ending threat that exandria currently faces and not as something that has been made repeatedly clear by the themes and position of bells hells. like, throughout, unlike vm or mn, they have been handed their missions rather than choosing them (even if between 2 or 3 choices as was often the case with mn), they have explicitly discussed being the npcs or little guys, they have consistently gone to the bigger guys for help with things that previous parties either managed themselves or suffered without or had allies to help them (versus the like. Leaders that bh look to), even the dynamics of the parties express that bells hells are people stuck saving the world due to a bunch of personal moral codes rather than a specific decision to save the world because they’re the only ones who can, they’re expendable. that has made this campaign different throughout, it has made the characters less explored because they don’t have the time or means or desire to do so. and again it’s a matter of taste whether that’s something you enjoy, but it shouldn’t be a matter of “why would they do this” this far into the Bells Hells Aren’t Special They’re Just There campaign (which isn’t to say the characters aren’t special or whatever like they’re a bunch of weirdos but as a party they’re just a party)

[quantums0ul]

I miss fall on north shore. 🍁🍂

[projectbluearcadia]

[P2] Heart of Blue

NSFW Lucifer x GN!MC Spice Rating - 4/4 ; BDSM Rating - 0/3

[ Part One ] [ Part Two ]

soft!Lucifer really can't express how much he loves you. With words, I mean.

CW - Unprotected sex I guess.

Wordcount - 1892

smutty notes (consult if you haven’t read my smut before.)

“Mm… ignore it,” Lucifer mumbles as he kisses your neck softly, rubbing your stomach as he watches you fill a nonogram over your shoulder. Classical music pervades his room quietly, something by some composer he probably gassed on about for hours without realizing you stopped listening. You weren’t really sure why or how most of his records could be “cursed” when they sounded so nice most of the time (there were exceptions). 

“It’s kind of hard not to notice,” you chortle, turning to look back at him a little, and he takes the opportunity to peck your cheek. You decide you made the right call when you said you wanted to cuddle in his room, all considered.

“I believe in you,” he chuckled back, kissing your shoulder. “Don’t want to spoil the moment.” Like that would spoil anything. I know that’s part of how you show love for me, and shame on you for thinking otherwise. 

“You’re not spoiling anything, Lucifer,” you reply as you turn off your D.D.D. and turn around to face him, surprising him in the process. You cup his cheeks in your hands, purposely rubbing against his hardened length. “I love every part of you, and that includes this part.” You kiss his neck. “Especially this part,” you add, nibbling on his skin a little, and he pulls you closer. 

“Even when you’re not in the mood?” he murmurs, running his hand through your hair and sending pleasant prickles against your skull, a little tingly in the upper portion of your spine. I could stay like this forever, you catch yourself thinking as Lucifer’s gentle touch reveres you, his body warm and comfortable as it presses tight against yours. 

“Someone is awfully insecure today,” you chuckle, kissing his lips briefly. “Yes, honey. Even if I argue with you because of it, I still love sex with you.” He kisses you instead this time, much longer, gently prodding at your mouth as he does so. You let him in almost automatically, only later thinking you could have teased him a little more. 

Lucifer’s hands rub your sides up and down as you rub his shoulder and his face, your tongues lazily playing sumo as you take turns exploring each other’s mouths. Memorizing every little twitch, every little sound, every squeeze as if you both might disappear in the next instant. The soft, squishy noise of the deep kisses you share feel louder than the music or your heavier breathing. There’s no rush in his movements, and yet as he strokes your butt, languorously squeezing it, you find yourself feeling more and more ready…

Your fingers settle onto Lucifer’s third button down, the first one to be closed, and you push it through. The fourth, the fifth, and Lucifer’s hand wanders under the back of your shirt, tracing up and down your spinal column, making you shiver in delight. 

“Love you,” Lucifer mumbles against your lips, and you softly giggle between kisses. 

“Sappy…mn…Love you too.” You brush his shirt off his arms, taking your time to rub and stroke his chest, raising your arms as Lucifer stripped your upper half and paused in kissing you to lay his head against your sternum. 

“Mm… cute,” he mumbles, and you mess your hands into his hair, letting yourself enjoy the silken feel of it. 

“No, you,” your reply playfully, and Lucifer lightly rolls his eyes before he lifts his head up, tracing his thumbs against your sides. 

“You’re not going to win this battle, honey,” he snickers, even as you swat his fingers when he makes as if to tickle you. He looks up at you, wounded, and for the moment your guard slips, he briefly tortures you until you squirm, making you laugh. 

“Stop it!” you squeal, and he smirks in his silly triumph. 

“See? You’re the cute o—” he manages to get out before you make him gasp in surprise before a pleased groan leaves his mouth as you reach down to stroke his bulge with your hand.

“Sure about that?” you ask, a little too cocky, and Lucifer gives you that stupid smile that says he’s up to no good. You’re soon proven right as your attempt to embarrass him is rewarded with his hand in your own trousers, his mouth right next to your ear.  

“Two can play that game,” he whispers, stroking your sex lovingly and making you gasp and twitch at the intrusion. In revenge, you open up his belt, then his trousers, letting out soft sounds in the process as he strokes you faster like he’s trying to see when you’ll lose your focus (He was getting close to that point). It only occurs to you that he still has the upper hand as you stroke him properly; his lips are still right next to your ear. And, ergh, his soft, low moans are killing you. 

“Fuck you,” you rasp, panting as he brings you closer and closer. So close! Please! Please don’t stop! 

“Aw, do you want to be on top today so you can fulfill that promise?” Lucifer coos at you, and although he’s a little condescending about it, it’s not hard to tell that it’s a genuine question. 

“Ah, hah,” you gasp out, clutching his shoulder and his dick harder as his hand moves faster to finish you off. “Luci… Lucifer.” He groans, leaving open-mouthed kisses down your neck, bucking his hips against your hand in his own need. 

“What’s…” His breath stammers against your ear, and you feel his eyelashes flutter against the side of your head. “...wrong, MC? Can’t tell me whether you want to be on top or not?” 

You, of course, can’t really reply because you’re in the process of orgasming, and a little too busy groaning and panting as you make a mess on Lucifer’s hand and the inside of your underwear. Fortunately, you’re not the only one, because Lucifer isn’t far behind as he moans your name. Yes, just like that, say it like that, you naughty demon… 

“Ah!” you cry in surprise as his blazing hot seed hits your lower belly, running down into the opening in your pants created by his hand. Your pants, too, now have his milky white seed sinking into the fabric. He came a lot… you think, feeling your face warm at the sight before you glance back at Lucifer’s somewhat embarrassed expression. 

“Sorry. I’ll clean your pants later,” he mumbles, as he retrieves his wet hand from your pants, not seeming to notice that he’s still dribbling little pearls from the head of his reddened penis. I don’t even know whether that’s hot or cu— you think before you watch him slide his tongue against his fingers slowly, closing his eyes as if he were savoring every drop of your release. And he probably is, which just serves to turn you on even harder. 

“Lucifer,” you say shakily, trying to stop yourself from, from… well, possibly assaulting him in a fit of cuteness aggression or going down on him or biting him or something. “Please… Please just hurry up; I don’t care who’s on top. I want to be connected to you.” 

“Mm…” He leans his head against your forehead, closing his eyes. “Does tasting you more count?” Dammit, don’t tempt me. 

“No,” you rasp, and he gently chuckles as he stands you up, taking off your trousers as you almost viciously shove his down his waist, leaving both of you naked. In another second, he has you scooped up with his arms circled around your thighs as he kisses you. He always makes me taste myself, I swear to… you think, trying not to laugh while you cringe a little. 

“Did I already say I love you?” Lucifer asks as he kindly sets you down onto the bed, lightly pushing you down as he pulls himself on top of you. He cups your cheek, circling his thumb against your cheekbone, and you reach up to take his face into your hands. 

“Yes, darling, and I’m holding the world in my hands, you cute thing.” Despite the fact that it’s cheesy, Lucifer blushes all the same as you peck his lips again, as he leans into your touch, and before you can tell him to hurry up, he slides the hand on your cheek down your body, his fingers capturing his seed in the process as he drags them down, down to your stroke your sex. He mixes his release with yours, kissing your cheek as he tenderly rubs his fingers into your hole, stretching you carefully before he guides his cock inside you. 

“MC…” he sighs against your neck as he bottoms out, and you wrap your arms and legs around him like a sloth. He lightly rocks his body against yours, leaving you tingling as you press against each other. “I want to stay like this forever…” 

“Me too,” you agree, squeezing him in your arms, and you do remain in that position, slowly breathing and enjoying each others’ presence. He really is something else when he starts getting sentimental��� you find yourself thinking with a smile as you nudge his hips with yours, coaxing him into moving. 

“So impatient,” he chortles as he brings his head up from the crook of your neck. Though, he doesn’t seem that bothered as he starts to leisurely thrust into you like he doesn’t feel needy at all as his soft pants and grunts rush against your lips. Your hips match his, meeting each and every jolt, both of your lips parting as eager moans slip out of your mouths. 

“Lucifer,” you groan, and he snaps one hand over yours, pinning it to the bed, his other hand squeezing your hip as your bodies rock against the bed. Your breaths grow shorter, shorter, your voice letting out shaky cries of your lover’s name. “Lucifer, Lucifer… ugh, Lucifer!” And you’re not the only one. 

“MC, MC, MCMCMCMC,” he practically babbles out desperately. “Fuck, I’m going to… don’t want to yet. J-Just a little longer…” 

“Mn, no,” you whine. “Now, please. I can’t…Lucifer!” You blink stars out of your eyes as Lucifer slams into you even faster until you have no choice but to scream his name while you come undone. “LUCIFER!”

“MC!” A string of curses spill from his lips as he climaxes through your orgasm, panting and dropping his head before he covers your face in kisses. You can feel his warm release leaking around his length, but he doesn’t seem inclined to remove himself from you. “Fuck, I really wanted to get two orgasms out of you before I came,” he grumbles a little, and you snort as you pat his back with the hand he's not holding.

“It’s not a competition.” Although I suppose with the Avatar of Pride, everything is a competition, you think dryly. 

“No, but I wanted to focus on you more…” he mumbles. I stand corrected. 

“Well…” you muse, reaching your hand up to fluff his hair, and he hums at the contact. “The night is still young.” Lucifer smiles sweetly as he takes hold of the hand in his hair and kisses your palm, staring at you with fond eyes. It’s not fair for you to be adorable and sexy at the same time. 

“Indeed, it is,” he remarks pleasantly, “Indeed, it is.” 

[midwestphotography]

Josie Sanken live at Annandae City Park in Annandale, MN- 6/30/23

[wangxianficrecs]

Retracing my steps (I found you) by Asphodel_Meadow

Retracing my steps (I found you)

by Asphodel_Meadow

T, 4k, Wangxian

Part of Exploring Tropes: Time Travel

Summary: When Wei Wuxian activates the travel array, he doesn’t expect to be sent back in time, and certainly not to the lectures in Cloud Recesses. Kay's comments: Just a good old time travel story where everything goes well! Really loved this combination of people who travelled back in time and loved how Wei Wuxian was instantly not ready to take anyone's shit anymore and instead went to live his best life. Good for him! Good for all of them! Featuring a nice flavour of Sect Leader Wen Qing. Excerpt: “Wei Ying, you stayed.” “Of course. How could I leave?” Wei Wuxian replies without missing a beat. “After all, Lan-er-gonzi hasn’t shared a meal with me.” It’s surprising how easily he falls into his usual teasing. “I have.” Wei Wuxian laughs. “I would remember if that was the case.” “Right.” Lan Wangji tone is oddly dejected. As if he were expecting another reaction. Lan Wangji doesn’t wait for a reply and starts to walk away. Could it be . . . ? There’s only one way to confirm it. Wei Wuxian needs to act before Lan Wangji leaves. “Wait.” The command makes Lan Wangji turn around. Wei Wuxian looks directly at him and hesitantly asks. “Hanguang-jun?” Lan Wangji's eyes widen slightly, then he inclines his head. “Mn.”

pov wei wuxian, canon divergence, no bloodbath of nightless city, time travel, time travel fix-it, cloud recesses study arc, everybody lives, fluff, romantic fluff, jiang family dynamics, no sunshot campaign, sect leader wen qing, fluff and humor

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[urbanism-and-transit]

Minnesota has been a hot spot for Urbanism and Public Transport progress for the better part of the last couple of years.

I-35 is being removed and is now in the process of designing what the new stretch would look like, and if you want to read more on how and why they did this, I will drop their mission statement below

Olson Memorial Highway has been granted the funds to convert into a Boulevard

Lastly to take more about Minneapolis proper, a report done by Fortune in 2023 showcased that the removal of single house zone restrictions and building more mixed used housing that had a percentage carved out for lower income people, was the main reason Minneapolis was about to cool off inflation and basically stop the nation wide rental spike from hitting the cities.

To add on, HF 4009 is a bill that will shore up multifamily zoning and make sure towns and cities use the ground when they are available.

Minnesota is also taking a huge step, with a new law introduced last year to ban parking minimums state wide. Parking minimums are one of the main reasons single family homes take up so much space, and the large, dead parking lots that every shopping center has

And for the final thing, and the most important in my view, the Northern Lights Rail last year had funding allocated from the state for the project and are now waiting for the release of federal funds to complete the last 80% of the funding

Even though Minnesota is seen as a more quiet state where nothing really major happens, it goes to show that when the a group of passionate people gather and want to make a change, and are able to convince a state body to throw their weight around to get the grants for it, the sky's the limit on what can be done for communities

-Wamter

[double--hh]

Henry, reluctantly exploring the Astral Circle Appartment Complex, "I swear, I hear a little girl around here, sound like shes nine or something... where's her parents?!"

Quachil, manifesting itself through a wall, "Mmm, I'm 15, so shut the fuck up."

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*~imagine phones exist in the 50s~*

Ciprianni- can you shrow the hole vid

Steven- *show *whole

Ciprianni- I'm from Italy!!!!!!!!!!

Steven- I pound dudes!!!!!

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Teutates, writing a very strongly worded letter to Abducius, "Yo, bro, what should I start this off with?"

Ah Puch, "...to whom it may aggravate?"

Teutates, "...Shit, no, that's now the title of a song, think of something else."

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Anastacha, walking with her friends, "If you remove all veins, arteries, and capillaries from your body and lay them end to end, you will die...or whatever."

One of her friends, "...I'm starting to see why your dad left."

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Robertsky, walking outside in a torrential thunderstorm, "I got a pocket full of sunshine... why'd you make me ginger?!"

Insert Robertsky getting struck by lightening.

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Nacha, sitting in Mia & W's apartment with Mia, holding some failed essays from Anastacha...

Mia, "Nacha, I'm getting pretty worried about Anastacha, like, look at what she wrote for one of her essay openers, 'Buckle your seatbelts boys and girls, Teacher or whoever is reading this at this spectacular time in your life.. da-da-da... so sit down and shut up and listen to my 3-AM-Monster-Energy-ADHD-Medicine-Induced-Self-Hatred-Fulled-Extravaganza about the Industral Revolution... or whatever.'"

Nacha, sighing and pinching her eyebrows, "Why am I not surprised... That's the last time I'm letting Francis help her with school work."

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Mia, two seconds away from a mental break down, knocking on the Rudboys' door.

Steven answers, "Oh! Mia! What's up?"

Mia, eye twitching, "Steven, take me to the range before I pull my hair out."

Steven, nodding, "Lemme grab Ciprianni, meet me downstairs."

~20 minuets later~

Mia, unloading a full magazine at moving targets, hitting all of them.

Ciprianni, mildly concerned, "How... the hell is she doing that?!"

Steven, watching her, "Man, she was a WAC, armorer type. Kinda in her blood."

Ciprianni, shaking his head, loading his pistol, "You Americans concern me."

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Izaack, writting frivolously in his notebook, "Mn-hm, and anything else you'd like to add?"

Mia, chuckling, "Ah, yes, list the source as... 1984 by Gorge Orwell."

Izaack, stopping mid sentence and slowly glares at Mia, frowing, "...You did not just quote another book and passed it off as facts about the Trojan Horse Project again... did you?"

Mia, taking a sip of her coffee, "What? So I'm the bad guy for reccomenting you more books to read after your 'minute and minute' fiasco earlier today, Gauss?"

Izaack, scribbling out everything except for the book title, flipping it shut, "I'll have you know, Ms. Stone, I read every damn day and our teleprompter is new!"

Mia, smiling, "Oh you're such a phony, Izaack, it's amusing."

Izaack, snapping a finger at her, "Ah! Catcher in the Rye! J.D. Salinger!"

Mia, nodding, "So you do take my recommendations!"

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The Schmicht's, moving into the Apartment, "Oh, Gloria, I think we did just right chosing this place!"

Gloria, smiling, "Yeah, yeah, watch there be some sort of fanclub for your novels!"

Anold, placing a box down, "Heh, I doubt it! I'm still trying to find a time and place for a meet and greet!"

The Sverchzt's, Lois, Margrette, and Rafttellyn, looking up from the stair case,

"Oh my god, is that the Arnold Schmicht?!"

"You think he can give up an early copy of Ceasefire of Hostility?!"

"I have GOT to get his signature!"

"Do you think we can invite the both of them to tomorrow's meeting?! He said his wife is his muse from the last interview!"

Gloria looks out the door and watches the group of book nerds scramble down the stairs, whispering to eachother.

"Bubbles, because you live on the same floor, you better share the spoilers!"

"Oh hush I will!"

Arnold, "Who was that, sweetie?"

Gloria, "Your fanclub."