#howling hookah bar

[xexexelililitt0]

You'll be mine.

Yeah, I know it's weird, but I'm just learning.

There may be mistakes in my work, I'm only B2 in the language.

Characters: Y/n × Terano South.

How did you meet South? You're not really sure you remember. You got into some bad company, and he was there, of course. And who, but Terano inspired fear from the very beginning, making you cringe from his presence, because even compared to your ‘friends’ of 180-200 centimetres in height, he looked even more massive. And it was frightening, but also, at the same time, a turn-on. After all, you just didn't know what you were getting into, and he didn't even pay any attention to you. Or maybe he just didn't notice you, because you were literally the smallest person in the company. You didn't even reach his chest, and therefore, you didn't really interest that detached.

That is, until one moment.

The company dragged you to some hookah bar in some rotten neighbourhood, in the basement. And next to it were small, literally five-storey buildings, which ideally should be demolished. The atmosphere was so bad, but you just couldn't say no. And soon Saus came, filling the almost empty room with his loud and heavy bass voice, and then with the laughter of the whole company. You just listened, imperceptibly reveling in some cheap alcoholic drink.

After a while, most of the company left, and you were left with a drunk you, an almost sober South, and two other drunk guys. No one could protect you from Saus's offer, and no one would risk it, so that's how you ended up in Saus's small, comfortable flat.

The room was dark, lit only by the moonlight that came through the window, illuminating the medium-sized bed.

In the semi-darkness, you could clearly see the glow of amber eyes, as well as the ‘fangs’ that sometimes glinted between kisses. And so far, you didn't realise what you were getting into, letting Terano explore you with his massive hands.

His movements were erratic, rough, but so far, you were enjoying it. Your breasts fit marvellously in his palm while he sucked and nibbled on the other one a little, making you howl in slight pain. You wanted more, because you were soaking wet underneath, but who was Terano to give you the ‘pleasure’ so quickly? First he bites your breasts, your neck, and then the sweetest part.

Both of his hands go down to your legs, stroking them and not thinking long enough to pull up your skirt, and then tearing your kapronki. Then, with his thumb, he presses your clit through your underwear, bringing both pain and pleasure.

- You're so wet, ahhh,’ Saus said softly, deliberately pressing and rubbing even harder, eliciting a small cry from you.

You mumbled something inaudible, but he didn't care what you thought. You had one concept of pleasure, but Terano had a completely different one, and it was certainly in his favour.

Saus unbuttoned his Rokuhara-Tandai trousers, taking a condom out of his pocket, as he didn't really need the babes. After that, the man pulled down his underwear, finally exposing his painfully hard dignity. You propped yourself up on your elbows a little, looking nervously at the softly-spoken thing. How the hell was it even supposed to fit inside you!? And Terano, as if nothing had happened, was rolling the condom around on his cock. After that, your underwear got ripped, too.

- d.don't need to,’ you stuttered a little, starting to shake your head. For some reason, a kind of ‘sobriety’ immediately struck, which only said that nothing good would come of it.

- What ‘no good’? You wiggled your arse in front of me so much, gave in to all my kisses, and now, when I feel so ‘bad’, you want to run away? Don't worry my good girl, no one's died from it yet,’ Saus said with a hint of sarcasm, one hand squeezing your thigh, hinting that you weren't leaving here without being broken.

His other hand tangled in your hair, pulling your lovely face to his and pulling himself into a kiss. And it was at that moment that Terano came inside you. Quickly, roughly, and in such a way that tears sprang from his eyes and a painful cry escaped from his throat, which was eventually muffled by the kiss. He was definitely tearing you up, because his cock was filling your little pussy so full that it felt like it was going to tear you apart.

Pulling away, you frantically asked him to stop and let you get used to it. He only hummed and squeezed your other thigh, pulling you closer to him, so that his head met your cervix, causing you to cry out in pain.

- This is what you've wanted for so long, and it's too late to run away now. Just relax and enjoy it.

Yeah, sure, easy for him to say!

Your vision became blurry and South started to move. One of his hands went higher, starting to massage your clit, and that only made it worse: the pain made you want to pass out, and the stimulation brought you to a peak, so that you were constantly on the edge between two different worlds, one where it felt good and the other where you just wanted it to end quickly.

The movements were chaotic and rough, and before Terano started moaning a little, you were able to cum a second time, which brought the man closer to the peak. You felt so bad that you couldn't feel your legs at all, and he was just reveling in it, often biting and kissing your breasts.

It seemed like an eternity to you, but soon South slowed down, levelling out a little and then coming out of you. After that, quite a bit of lube and some blood flowed out of your little murdered pussy. Surprisingly, not as much as he expected.

- I didn't expect you to be so ‘small’, but I liked it, I'll have to do it again.

Grinning cheekily, South got up from the bed, leaving you alone with your thoughts and feelings. He went to the bathroom, and you just lay there thinking about how you would get home tomorrow, if you could get up... And everything that had happened didn't fit into your drunken head.

Soon enough, the man was back, only in pyjama trousers. And, to your delight, he didn't throw you out into the street, but lay down next to you, pressing you against him because of the tightness of the bed. He didn't mind sharing a drop of his body heat.

After that, you were both covered with a warm and massive blanket that went to the floor at the beginning of the evening, and before falling into sleep, you heard a quiet but so scary confession:

- you'll be mine.

Thanks for reading!❤️‍🩹

[myleelovesfood]

You say I ain’t shit, but you love that shit.

Pairing: Jimmy uso x Milan.

Genre: smut, slight angst

Warnings: spanking, cussing, daddy kink, praise kink, p in v, rough sex, oral (fem receiving), mdni.

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It had been three weeks since Milan “broke it off” with Jim. She was sick of the missed dinners, constant arguments and the special days they were supposed to spend together being skipped over, but most importantly she was sick of running back to him every single time. Three weeks had been the longest she had seen Jon, it was usually one week, two at most.

Jim was expecting her to come back, waiting like he always did and she felt like an idiot that had burned their hand on the stove trying to mix oil and water when she came back, but it was all worth it.

Jim thought that the cycle would just repeat. Argument, she gets mad, leaves, comes back, have sex and repeat. Except Milan didn’t come back, I mean it had been three whole weeks!

And that sums up to now, Milan bed rotting, she hadn’t left her house or was answering any of Jimmy’s texts or calls. She was in the living room eating on some type of snack she found in her fridges and was watching this cheesy 90s sitcom when she got a text, not from Jon but from her best friend, Indiana.

Indiiii❤️: girl stop rotting in that damn house of yours and let’s go to the club tonight!!!😩

She smiled before texting back:

Laniiii🩷: girllllll don’t be texting me bout no damn club!!!🙄

She hit send and literally not even 1 minute later her phone pinged.

Indiiii❤️: Milannnnnn please mama! It’s not gonna be the same without you and it’s Saturday, have some fun!😫

She rolled her eyes before sending pick me up in thirty, then running upstairs to get ready. She tore her closet apart before finding the dress she bought a couple weeks back. She found time for a quick shower, a lotion up and her makeup since her hair was already done just in a bonnet she just added some volume spray and when she checked her phone to see Indiana had texted her saying she was outside.

Milan walked outside and was already shits and giggles when her best friend rolled her window down and started her Caribbean accent.

“Ohhhh what me see a bad gal de walking down de stairs?��� She whistled as she got in the car. “Shut up indyyyyy!” Milan howled as her friend was still taking in her appearance.

“You finally out that damn house. Get yo mind off the goofy cornball so we can have fun!” Indiana squealed as she started pulling out of the driveway. “Oh trust me I might be the first thing on his mind but best believe he’s the last thing on mine.” Milan lied right through her teeth but thankfully Indiana couldn’t notice.

“Scratch that. That nigga shouldn’t be on your mind at all ok baby girl you gotta walk in this club with boys eyes all over you and you gon leave with yo pick!” She yelled out, causing Milan to shush her and giggle.

The two girls soon made to to the club there were all types of hookahs, sexy ass men and of course the bar which is where they were both headed.

Milan looked up at the bartender, “I’ll have a margarita on the rocks please.” She said before handing over her ID. Indiana did the same but ordered a rum punch and almost downed it in a few sips.

“I’m gonna go smoke!” She yelled over the boom loud speakers as Milan nodded and watched her walk away. She was supposed to be having a good time but she just couldn’t get Jimmy out of her mind.

Unbeknownst to Milan Jonathan was actually at the club too but it wasn’t him who had noticed her first.

“Aye Uce is that Mimi?” Jey said to his older twin before Jon looked up faster than he could blink his eyes before he kissed his teeth. “That shits not funny.” He said before looking back down at his phone. “Nah man I’m serious, she look good as hell too.” Jimmy looked up one last time before finally spotting you and seeing her Grinding and dancing to the lyrics of Ayo girl by Jason derulo.

Jimmy almost choked on his spit as he saw her, she looked amazing since the last time she’d seen him. Your eye bags were gone your hair looked healthy, you’d just looked like you were doing better without him.

He was about to get up and go talk to her but before he could a random man came and started dancing with her to which she happily accepted based on the way she was grinding up on him. He furrowed his brows already fuming from how he already made her giggle the same way she used to when she was with him and the way he touched her hands making her give him that soft smile. His soft smile.

But Jimmy being the narcissistic asshole he is he decided why not have some fun he thought to himself as he walked over to Milan As soon as he left to use the bathroom Jimmy was up and away right at her side.

“What the fuck are you doing Milan?” Jonathan said before grabbing the drink in her hands before drinking all the rest then setting it down. “I swear I can’t do anything without you constantly breathing down my neck.” Milan said before grabbing her purse and standing up to find Indiana but Jon stoped her.

“Aht Aht, Indiana or whoever is gone it’s just me and you right now baby girl.” Jimmy said before following her out the back door.

“Please mimi why can’t you see that I’m changed!” Jimmy said before grabbing her arm to stop her from getting an uber. “You ain’t shit.” Milan spat out before Jimmy smirked. “But you love that shit. Can’t seem to get enough of it.” He taunted before pinning Milan on the brick wall and sliding his thigh in between her smooth brown legs.

She quickly looked away some of her hair covering her face but Jimmy wasn’t having any of that and grabbed her face, forcing her to look back at him. “Look at this desperate little whore.” He started before grabbing her hips making her slowly ride his thigh in the back of the club.

Milan couldn’t help herself and slowly let out a shaky breath followed by a whimper. “Jon.. please.” She pleaded out before Jimmy put his knee down and threw her over his shoulder, carrying her to his car.

“Think you gon ignore me for three weeks? Nah lil mama I let you throw your tantrum but it’s time you come home.” Jimmy said before opening the door to the backseat shutting and locking the doors behind him, then pulling the silky gold dress over her head and threw it somewhere before he quickly flipped her and landed his heavy palm on her plump ass.

“All this ass.. you couldnt bring yo self home cause that damn attitude but I’m finna fix that shit.” He said before smacking her ass again and flipping her over. “Lemme taste all this attitude.” He spoke before taking a look at the wet spot on her panties.

“Was this for him?” He smirked up at her as she looked away embarrassment sketched across her face. He pulled the underwear off of her and pocketed them before taking his ring and middle finger and rubbing them across her slit just to tease her.

“S-shit daddy I need it so bad.. please stop teasing me.” She begged but Jimmy didn’t budge and looked down at her as he pulled his fingers away. “Only good girls get touched remember?” He said before kissing down her body stopping at her sopping wet pussy.

He gave it a gentle kiss before sucking on her clit. “Shit mama, gonna nut seeing you like this.” He said as he continued abusing her tight cunt, his tongue swirling around just to see her squirm around.

Please daddy I-i need to c-come..” she desperately moaned out as Jimmy sped up his movements. “Cum before I change my mind.” He said as he groaned at sweet taste and the throbbing of her pussy, before she finally emptied all of her juices onto his face making him slurp them up.

Milan looked away with an embarrassed expression on her face but yelped and quickly looked back when she felt a large hand slap her thigh. “Didn’t nobody tell you look away from me.” Jimmy said as he got up and pulled his jeans off leaving him with little to no imagination with his boxers on. He smirked as he watched her stare at his rock hard member.

“Still wanna act like a damn brat huh? Yeah we gon fix that shit tonight.” He said as he grabbed her plush hips and pulled them closer to his clothed length. “Feel that?” He smirked as he quickly discarded his boxers along with the rest of his clothing then unclipped her bra.

He groaned as he slid inside of her tight cunt. “Shit mama choking my shit..” j-Jon it’s not gonna fit.” She said before he bottomed her out making her scream.

“Isn’t gonna fit eh?” He smirked down at her as he started to rut up into her sopping wet pussy making her eyes roll to the back of her skull. “You like this huh? Like being my little whore?” His smirk turned into a full blown grin as she tried scooting away from the pleasure before she could come undone.

“Don’t run from me Lani, I’m sick of you fucking running.” He said as he continued pounding into her. His sharp tone and words made her pussy ache and flutter around him.

“Shit mama boutta bust in you.” He groaned out as Milan felt herself getting closer to her high as well. “Please daddy, please let me come.” She begged out before she felt his moves start to get sloppier by the second. His movements sped up as she took that as a sign before she felt the knot in her stomach tighten as she squirted all over his lower stomach and he did as well painting her walls with white sticky cum.

She shuttered as he slowly pulled out of her then collapsed on top of her making Milan smile as she rubbed his back. “I’m serious Milan I’ve changed for you just come home!” He said as he trailed kissed across her neck. “Ok Jon But I’m serious! If you don’t prove to me you’ve changed I’m gone for good.” She said as she ran her fingers through his messy hair.

“I promise mama.” He smirked as he got up and looked her in the eye.

“Still got one more in you?”

He said before feeling his cock harden again.

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WHEW THANKS FOR READING ILY BYE 😘

Credits to all owners on all pictures these aren’t mine!!!

[deliciousapocalypse]

“Of Course She Looked Back” by Natalie Diaz

You would have, too. From that distance the shivering city fit in the palm of her hand like she owned it.

She could’ve blown the whole thing— markets, dancehalls, hookah bars— sent the city and its hundred harems tumbling across the desert like a kiss. She had to look back.

When she did, she saw pigeons glinting like debris above ruined rooftops. Towers swaying. Women in broken skirts strewn along burned-out streets like busted red bells.

The noise was something else— dogs wept, roosters howled, children and guitars popped like kernels of corn feeding the twisting blaze.

She wondered had she unplugged the coffee pot? The iron? Was the oven off? Her husband uttered Keep going. Whispered Stay the course, or Baby, forget about it. She couldn’t.

Now a bursting garden of fire the city bloomed to flame after flame like hot fruit in a persimmon orchard.

Someone thirsty asked for water. Someone scared asked to pray. Her daughters or the crooked-legged angel, maybe. Dark thighs of smoke opened to the sky. She meant to look away, but the sting in her eyes, the taste devouring her tongue, and the neighbors begging her name.

via:

[rawrilikefood]

2017년9월17일.

Dinner then hookah bar with my 동생~

[galactic-star-bruiser]

Fear pt. 5

Pt. 5

pt. 4 , masterlist

light cursing, lots of angst, maybe an uncomfortable scene of unwanted touches, lots of feelings

//////// a few hours later ////////////

mandos POV

“I need to send you on a mission” I said bluntly, staring at the flight controls. 

“Oh, is that so? Does that mean you’ve taken another bounty and want me in on it?” She said in a slight teasing tone that took everything in my power not to respond to in a flirtatious way. 

“Yes... is that okay?”

“More than okay, handsome.”

Fuck me 

“We’re going back to Tatooine and you’ll need to get information on how to enter a specific spice trade.”

She leaned forward in the copilot seat, obviously intrigued which made me harder than I could’ve imagined. “Okay,” she continued, “Do you have a specific plan in mind?”

“No.” I’d been so focused on keeping my hands off of her that I hadn’t had time to think of a fully fleshed out plan.

“Okay, well, I’ll do whats worked for me in the past” she answered with a smug smile. 

“Don’t do anything stupid.” 

“No promises” she winked. fuck she winked “Ill just need to borrow some old clothes of yours”

The thought of her in my clothes sent my mind spiraling, “why would you need that?”

“I’ll need something you don’t care about to make me look like I’ve stolen the clothes off of someones back...make them look ragged, ya know? Men love to see a disheveled woman they can take advantage of” she rolled her eyes, “I usually flirt my way back to their place and once I’ve gotten the info I need...game over.”

 It honestly wasn’t a bad plan, but just the thought of a man looking at her like prey made me feel sick.

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Mando handed me an old olive green worn out t-shirt that fit me like a short dress and I wore tight shorts underneath. 

The smell of him still lingered on the t-shirt and it almost hurt to wear, knowing the smell had a chance of fading.

I looked at myself in the small mirror I had brought in my flight bag. I guess he didn’t really need one since he never took off that helmet. that damn helmet.

I ran my fingers through my hair, haphazardly, making it seem like I hadn’t been in a position to take care of myself for a long while. With a few patches of brown eyeshadow smeared on my face... I was ready.

The Mandalorian strolled behind me, an ever present gloved hand on his blaster. He was as quiet as ever and made no attempt at going over the plan once more. 

He never let me be lost to his sight as I strolled into a bar, hips swaying seductively with a Doe eyed pout plastered across my face. 

Jackpot. 

Heads turned as I walked in, a seemingly meek, pretty young girl was in the lions den and every man in there was looking for his next release. The thought of their hands on me made me feel sick, but I swallowed the bile that came into my mouth. 

I had spotted a potential target who brandished the all too relaxed look of someone who had just inhaled spice. 

I sauntered up to him with a smile and huge eyes, “Hey handsome, you look happy.”

The blue creature of a man snorted, but was obviously amused. He grabbed my waist and pulled me closer to him, his cronies chuckling behind him. 

“You wanna be happy too?” He replied in a whisper into my ear, his rancid breath almost breaking my facade.

I played back, nodding my head ‘yes’ and letting him drag me to a small, dark, secluded corner of the bar where we wouldn’t be seen. I watched as he dragged a hookah pipe closer to him and filled it with the bright red dust, then pulling on it himself first before tilting the tip towards me. 

I acted shy, making myself blush I’d be lying if it wasn’t mando I was thinking about in order to make myself blush on cue.

Giggling like a school girl I asked, “wait, wait, where’d you get this? I heard some isn’t as good as other” I leaned in, “and I want the best.”

He howled in laughter, “where? Well you haven’t been on this planet long, have you girl?”

I shook my head and pouted... I was so close to the information I needed. 

“Well I bet the spice ring around here would like a pretty little thing like you to run their product to locals... we get everything from just under this bar.” He smirked and grabbed my thigh, caressing it higher. 

That’s all I needed. 

I was about to thank him and leave... that was until I heard a blaster taken off of safety.

My head shot up and my hand instinctively reached for the blaster I had hidden, strapped to my thigh.

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“Get your hands off of her.” I said in a more vicious than calm tone than I had anticipated.

She looked up in fear until realizing it was me, then she shot me a worried wide eyed glance and shook her head ‘no’ as if to say she had handled it. 

In this moment, I couldn’t possibly care less. I didn’t care about the bounty money, I didn’t care about justice, I didn’t care about spilling this mans blood.... I just cared about her.

“I won’t tell you twice” I said, blaster now pointed to kill.

“Mando...” She whispered as I watched him slide off of her. I never once looked away or removed my blaster from his line of shot.

The creature of a man crouched away with his hands up, mumbling to himself, “jealous boyfriends, hate them...”.

Even from his vile lips, the notion that I was her boyfriend lit a flame in me.  

Once he was gone, she ran up to me, small hands beating on my armored chest. “I had him, you didn’t need to do that” she growled at me, rage in her eyes. 

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“What the hell were you thinking” I half screamed, half whispered,  beating against beskar like a whining child. 

I guess I was whining. He made me feel like I needed his protection... I didn’t. I did this for a lot longer than I had even known him.

All he did was turn his gaze down upon me, watching my temper tantrum. 

When I couldn’t even get so much as a fake apology, I walked away in anger. 

[howlingowl-wra]

Club Night Owl: Masquerade Rave

Club Night Owl is a nightclub and hookah bar that hosts monthly events at The Howling Owl, just upstairs from the rustic coffee shop!

There will be bartenders serving drinks and hookah and music will be provided by our talented DJ’s. 

Come have fun with us at our Masquerade Rave! We’ll have themed drinks, lots of music and dancing! Feel free to come dressed to the theme, if you’d like!

When: Friday, February 28th, 6PM WrA server time

Location: Club Night Owl (Dawn’s Blossom, Jade Forest) New location!

We will be in the 2nd floor of the tavern!

All races and factions are welcome! Bring your Elixir of Tongues!

If you’re interested in attending this or any of our other events, join our Discord server here!

Join us for music here!

If you’d like an in game calendar invite, please reblog or comment with your in game name or feel free to just show up!

NOTE: Please remember that you’ll have to leave any weapons at the door! No fighting on the premises please or you’ll be removed by security! No demons and no underage characters! Thank you for understanding!

Feel free to tag us in your outfit moodboards for us to reblog!

@the-royal-courier @wowrpevents @wraconnect @wracentral@warcraftisastage @wrahordeevents​ @wraallianceevents

[happyfunnycoolgirl96]

Here’s a little activity i do when i’m going to sleep. I pick a long, long funky song i’ve never heard before and i experience things very vividly so usually i idlely create a small music video in my head for pretty much EVERYTHING i listen to but this time, i really let the balls off the wall, and it makes me relax and go to sleep faster. Anyway, here’s the little world i created for this song.

Ok, so its on a pacific beach. the tide is low but the trees are high, they’re palm trees and they blow in the wind. it should be a peaceful image, but on the shore a mother is trying to resuscitate her baby. He is wheezing hard with every maneuver of her heimlich, and as he slips out of consciousness he is suddenly very aware of the jungle shore surroundings. The sounds take over, and he is astoundingly astute of every single little noise. He can feel the birds, the monkeys, the howls and the yips and the calls of despair, and those of love, and the sounds of being bring him a new understanding of life. He feels a brand new sense of being, and with this revelation in mind, we take a journey into his inner conscious. 

In his mind, a dark blue street stretches down an avenue for miles, with only hints of orange from the street lights to splash down circles of haven in this new, unknown place. The city only looks so big, this baby realizes, because of how small HE is. This is a thought he has never had before, and as soon as he reaches his conclusion, he begins to grow, just a little. He is now a toddler. He wanders up and down the street, and then into the building he thinks looks the most interesting. his awareness to the jungle world ties him to the outside realm, but he still feels invested in this stage of being. This is him at his most aware, he thinks. Never had he connected his mind to two states of being, in two different worlds before. He enters this building and is greeted with a brand new sight, a place he had never seen before.

The room is dark and musty, and smokey too. It is a bar, a live bar in the heat of the night, and the room is heavy, hot, and thumping. A thick cloud of smoke obscures the ceiling due to a huddle of lovers circled around a hookah. They are all passing the pipe in a rhythmic matter, from one to the next. A bartender wiped the ring of a glass in 4/4 beat. The patterns of the 8 pool game going on in the corner was not lost on the boy, either. The sense of this rhythm makes the infant aware of the plucky guitar and travelling baseline, the music being snaked out the metaphorical pot by a band of snake charmers of the mind, arabian wizards of the soul, and maaaan they had hooked the little boy under a spell. A mage of the keyboard slammed in with his electric chords, and that was the final blow dealt to the little boy. He realized, hey! oh he realized.... baby, he wanted to DANCE!  The velvety blues of the sweet sounds from the saxophone coddled him, not unlike a mother, in a cloth, while the strikes of the keyboard bounced him up onto his feet, and he felt the rhythm of love in his truest sense of being. This is how he would dance. When he moved, it was the rawest expression of rhythm. He had never seen a dance before, but he knew what he was doing was the best way to express it. He was completely free of all affectation and learned behavior oppressed on the masses of society in the way he moved. There was no maturity, and there was no malice. this was purest. He felt a new defined sense of motor control, and his knees became less doughy and knobbly. They stood straight and controlled on defined, thin legs. Legs of health. He felt healthy, too, and he was glad that he had mastered his autonomy of self. He had grown again, and now he had slipped and filled the big cocoon of being a child, and he had burst out too. He had also burst out the doors of the bar, as he was ready to go someplace new. He couldn’t believe how big that little bar had felt to him before, but he was ready for fresh air, in a place far less cramped, smothered by the smoke up above, the cigarette butts below, the thumping rhythm of the jazz band to the right, the clack of the 8 pool players to the left, and the smell of alcohol from the bartender in front of him. Now he was free in the streets, and the big moon shone bright in the sky. But as he walked, he was haunted by a sound he hadn’t heard in a long time. He remember the crash of the waves and the push of his mothers hands against his chest. He had almost forgotten about the world outside, oh my god, he had almost lost his awareness. He wanted to go back, and he wanted to see his mother again. Travelling through the mind of the eye, he saw himself out in the most literal sense of the phrase. 

He wakes up, and hes gasping for air on the beach shore, heaving and panting, coughing up sea water. His body was the same, but his mind had aged. He looks up at his mother, and he smiles with knowledge of decades of years...

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Ok! That was it. thanks so much for reading all the way down here. is it good?  it was really fun to write all of that. You can think of this baby as looking as whatever you want to, but in my mind he looked like kirikou but bald. Thanks so much for reading all of it

[giantsteppes]

You would have, too. From that distance the shivering city fit in the palm of her hand like she owned it.

She could’ve blown the whole thing— markets, dancehalls, hookah bars— sent the city and its hundred harems tumbling across the desert like a kiss. She had to look back.

When she did, she saw pigeons glinting like debris above ruined rooftops. Towers swaying. Women in broken skirts strewn along burned-out streets like busted red bells.

The noise was something else— dogs wept, roosters howled, children and guitars popped like kernels of corn feeding the twisting blaze.

She wondered had she unplugged the coffee pot? The iron? Was the oven off? Her husband uttered Keep going. Whispered Stay the course, or Baby, forget about it. She couldn’t.

Now a bursting garden of fire the city bloomed to flame after flame like hot fruit in a persimmon orchard.

Someone thirsty asked for water. Someone scared asked to pray. Her daughters or the crooked-legged angel, maybe. Dark thighs of smoke opened to the sky. She meant to look away, but the sting in her eyes, the taste devouring her tongue, and the neighbors begging her name.

- Natalie Diaz: Of Course She Looked Back

[speakpoetrysblog]

“Of Course She Looked Back” by Natalie Diaz:

“You would have, too.

From that distance the shivering city

fit in the palm of her hand

like she owned it.

She could’ve blown the whole thing—

markets, dancehalls, hookah bars—

sent the city and its hundred harems

tumbling across the desert

like a kiss. She had to look back.

When she did, she saw

pigeons glinting like debris above

ruined rooftops. Towers swaying.

Women in broken skirts

strewn along burned-out streets

like busted red bells.

The noise was something else—

dogs wept, roosters howled, children

and guitars popped like kernels of corn

feeding the twisting blaze.

She wondered had she unplugged

the coffee pot? The iron?

Was the oven off?

Her husband uttered Keep going.

Whispered Stay the course, or

Baby, forget about it. She couldn’t.

Now a bursting garden of fire

the city bloomed to flame after flame

like hot fruit in a persimmon orchard.

Someone thirsty asked for water.

Someone scared asked to pray.

Her daughters or the crooked-legged angel,

maybe. Dark thighs of smoke opened

to the sky. She meant to look

away, but the sting in her eyes,

the taste devouring her tongue,

and the neighbors begging her name.”

Natalie Diaz is Mojave and an enrolled member of the Gila River Indian Tribe. She was a 2018 MacArthur Foundation Fellow and has written two books of poetry, When My Brother Was an Aztec, and Postcolonial Love Poem. She teaches at the Arizona State University Creative Writing MFA program.

[prince-of-humbug]

Puck & Fenris | part 1 [nsfw-ish]

[ They’d get along too well not to be a thing!! Fenris belongs to @darthmoran ]

_______

They meet at the tavern, as is the case with all love stories that feel real in the moment. Not that Puck is looking for anything like that. Tomorrow morning it’s off to the next town, and the next after that. Nothing about his life has ever been permanent, and he sees no reason that should ever change. It’s only a moment he’s after: something fiery and fleeting with a handsome stranger he’ll never meet again.

And he’s handsome, alright; taller than Puck (admittedly, that’s not difficult to find), with pale skin and eyes like moonlight. Puck leans in, hooks a finger around the wolf’s-head necklace the man wears, and gives a playful little howl. That earns a laugh, and another round of drinks, and not long after that they’re fucking in the alley right behind the tavern, Puck’s legs around the man’s waist and his teeth sinking into a pale shoulder. The man pulls his hair and Puck shivers, eyes rolling back in delight before he closes them and demands the man do it again.

The circus leaves the following morning. The bruises on his hips remain for several days.

__________

It’s a surprise to see him again - and in Puck’s own domain, no less. He has to admit, it’s the wolf necklace he recognizes first, not the man himself, but one can hardly blame him. It’s been nearly a year since he was in Vesuvia last, after all.

Puck twists his body, twining the silk about his torso and extending his left leg as he does so. His eyes remain focused on the audience, holding the man’s gaze until he’s forced by the next movement of his routine to look away. Higher and higher he wraps himself in the silk, subtly maneuvering the fabric so it will keep him safe when, with a crescendo of music he lets himself drop. The unwinding is always a thrill, chorused by the amazed gasps of the audience. He’s done it thousands of times and it always leaves his heart in his throat.

Or maybe that’s just the way the man is looking at him when he touches the ground again to take his bows.

There’s no walls in Puck’s private tent, but that’s no problem. The pallet of silks and fluffy pillows is a comfortable change from their first encounter. Puck twists one of the silks around his wrist, teeth flashing as he suggests the man tie him up.

“What need is there to trap what’s already caught?” The man counters, brushing the silk aside.

Puck laughs. “You think I’m caught?”

The man slides his palm along the underside of Puck’s calf, easing his leg up. He pinches Puck’s thigh, and Puck jumps. “I think you’re right where you want to be.”

It’s slower this time, the man taking his time exploring each curve and crevice in a way he couldn’t outside the bar, and being sober means Puck actually remembers it all the next morning.

__________

At Puck’s invitation the man returns to the fairgrounds nearly every evening they’re booked in Vesuvia. He doesn’t always watch the silks performance, but there’s so much else to see that Puck can’t blame him, especially when the man never turns down an offer to Puck’s tent afterward.

They don’t always fool around. On the third night, Puck brings out his pipe and herbs, and they lay against the cushions smoking and talking until early hours of the morning. Puck learns that the man’s name is Fenris, and he owns a magic shop with his sister here in Vesuvia, though he’s not native to the area.

“I’m also a magician of sorts,” Puck says. He takes in a drag from the pipe, tips his head back, and blows the smoke up in a thin stream that curls up and up to touch the roof of the tent.

“Are you?” Fenris rolls onto his stomach to face him. The lamplight casts alluring shadows along his pale skin, which Puck might be tempted to trace with his tongue were he not so deliciously comfortable at the moment. “Let’s see, then.”

“Yeah?” Puck takes his time stretching and standing up. He passes the pipe to Fenris, who takes the long stem between his fingers and brings it to his lips. “Close your eyes, then. No peekin’. Great magician can’t reveal his secrets and whatnot.”

Fenris laughs but complies. Puck snaps twice, and a pile of silk on the opposite side of the tent moves. It takes a moment, but a furry snout pokes out, Goodfellow sending him an unimpressed look. Puck reaches into the pocket of his trousers, revealing a dried apricot - a particular favorite of his companion’s. Goodfellow’s whiskers twitch, and he wiggles out from his nest of silk to where Puck stands. Puck motions a command to him and Goodfellow sits obediently. He removes the feathered hat from his head and places it atop Goodfellow’s. After another silent command to stay, Puck rewards the raccoon with the apricot.

He dramatically incants a transformation spell as he walks out of the tent, and watches through the flap as Fenris opens his eyes and spies Goodfellow munching away by his feet.

“Amazing!” Fenris declares, lifting Goodfellow up and setting him on the pillows beside him. “I didn’t think it was possible for you to get any smaller!”

Goodfellow, finished with his treat, crawls under the pillows until only his tail remains in sight.

“He’s terrible company unless you have food,” Puck says, slipping back into the tent.

Fenris pretends to look surprised at the sight of him. “You mean that wasn’t you? I feel so betrayed. Are you even a real magician?”

Puck smirks. “Just wait till you see my next trick. I’ll need an assistant for this one,” he explains, climbing over Fenris, “as it involves making all our clothes disappear.”

Fenris leans up on his elbow. “I like this trick already.”

__________

Fenris, as it turns out, can do real magic. He demonstrates the next night, conjuring a wisp of fire with a flick of the wrist. Puck gapes at him, amazed. He’s not as fraudulent as he pretends to be - some of the illusions he creates are real, and there’s been strange instances where the visions in his dreams become reality - but he’s never seen anything like that.

“That’s incredible,” he breaths, taking Fenris’s wrist and inspecting it, turning his hand this way and that to try and figure out the trick. “How do you do it?”

Fenris shrugs and steps away, dropping down on the pillows. “It’s hard to explain. I just... feel it. You know?”

Puck doesn’t know, and he won’t know - not until he meets the man who will later become his master. Until that happens, he’s content with the mystery.

__________

He’s not expecting company when the flap in the tent parts. That is, he wasn’t expecting additional company. He already has company: a dark-skinned beauty who bears a striking resemblance to the newly arrived Countess of Vesuvia in both appearance and temperament. She’s holding his chin roughly in hand, which only accentuates the stinging red mark on his cheek from when she’d slapped him just a moment ago, so it’s difficult to turn to look at the newcomer.

Fenris stands at the threshold of the tent, his grey eyes moving from the silks securing Puck’s hands over his head, to his naked legs, to the way his unruly mass of curls has been slicked and semi-tamed back to mimic Count Lucio’s current fashion. Fenris crosses his arms over his chest, a smirk pulling at his lips. “Well, well,” he says.

Puck licks his lips. “You missed the coronation, but you’re right in time for the party.”

The countess looks over her shoulder. She’s wearing a replica of the crown belonging to the real Countess, and nothing else. A riding crop is held tight in her free hand, which she drags down the center of Puck’s chest as she murmurs sweetly, “did I tell you to speak?”

Satisfied when he only shakes his head in response, the countess turns toward Fenris. “You’re welcome to watch. Or join in, if you’d like. I know the count” - she taps Puck’s cheek with the crop - “certainly won’t object.”

Puck catches Fenris’s eye over the countess’s shoulder and waggles his eyebrows.

The countess lays back on the pallet, rearranging herself into quite the tempting picture of bare limbs and flowing hair. She rests her head against her hand and looks from one man to the other. “Well then,” she says, with all the entitlement of royalty. “What are you waiting for? Attend me.”

__________

The first time Fenris invites him over, Puck isn’t sure what to think. It’s different from their usual routine of Fenris wandering the fairgrounds, and the two of them stealing away into Puck’s tent at the end of the night. There, he knows what to expect. Knows the rules, the part he’s meant to play. Here... it’s not the same.

It should be, he tells himself, because nothing they do is different from any other night. They flirt, which leads to making out, which leads to Puck between Fenris’s legs and Fenris’s hands in Puck’s hair as he fucks his mouth. Afterward Fenris pulls the hookah over to where they lounge against the pillows and they smoke and exchange stories of their day interspersed with little jokes and digs at each other. It’s so completely domestic that Puck has a strong desire to run away, because he doesn’t do domestic. His life is a constant come-and-go, always moving on to the next thing. A new town, a new lover, nothing that ever lasts.

Nothing ever lasts.

__________

The circus leaves again after two weeks, and it’s strange, this tightness in his chest as the carriages cross beyond the city limits. He’s had so many lovers in so many towns. He’s never missed any of them before.

[brigleyhq-blog]

LIPS OF AN ANGEL → solo

LOCATION: Local Warehouse in Denver.

TIME FRAME: Night. 10:00/11:30 PM

TAGGING/PEOPLE: no tagging. Hanna Williams ( NPC )

The night had started off pretty boring for Brigley, out on the town had become to norm for himself and his friends, they had been to every bar and every club known. Brigley had suggested and hookah lounge, with the agreement of his friends the had set off to downtown Denver. Hanna and Brigley occupied the front seats, they had been friends since before they could remember so it was only fitting that he ride shotgun in her car. As they turned onto E 46th Ave the car jerked to a halt snapping Brigley from gazing at his phone. “ What the fuck, Hanna? “ he wasn’t angry as much as he was frightened by the sudden stop. Looking through the windshield Brigley found the reasoning behind Hanna’s reaction. Groups of people made their way across the intersections towards the local warehouse, most of them young adults from Brigley’s perspective. Dressed in neon from head to toe or covered in paint, “ Oh shit! I forgot there was a black light party tonight. “ Tony’s voice rang from behind. “ You forgot? Dude, we spent an hour deciding what to do tonight! “ Brigley let out a frustrated groan.

It didn’t take long for everyone to come to agreement to skip the lounge and go to the party. Tony and Bella were the first out of the car and disappeared into the crowds of people heading to the warehouse, “ Guess we’ll find them whenever they decide to leave. “ Hanna spoke up as the two of them rounded the front of the car, “ Unless they decide to Uber back home because they can’t find us. “ shrugging at his own words; Brigley loved his friends but at times they could be a bit much for him.

The walk was short lived, the music blaring throughout the warehouse made his entire being shake. Brigley was anxious to get to the life of the party and not continue standing in life but Hanna had insisted to getting paint before entering the crowd. Brigley rid himself of his shirt, stuffing it his the back pocket of his jeans. Before he knew it Hanna was lathering paint on his torso, the cold product causing him to flex his body, swiping paint across his cheek Hanna smirked only caused Brigley to smile, “ Wanna play that game, yeah? “ as the boy grabbed two bottles of paint Hanna had pulled her tank top off, the sight alone was breathtaking but Brigley opted not to gawk at his friend in the middle of a party.

Brigley followed Hanna to the heart of the warehouse, people bouncing and yelling it was a sensory overload for him, the pounding in the core of his body was exhilarating. Spinning the brunette around the duo swayed with the music, hips matching  the others as the beat took over. Years of sexual tension burning at Brigley’s skin. He would have been lying had he said he wasn’t crazy for his best friend but it was always put on the back burner for the sake of their friendship. “ Do you want a drink? “ Hanna called out the best she could, he all but nodded and they ventured up the stairs where the bar was located.

An hour and half later, six drinks down  and Brigley found himself prepping kisses along Hanna’s neck, the backside of her body pressed against his front, fingers knotted in his hair as hot breath raised the hair on her neck. Brigley’s hand gripping at Hanna’s hip holding her close. To his surprise Hanna had spun around and crashed her lips against his in a desperate kiss.  The howling of people around them was still thriving and yet here they were, hands roaming the others body as their lips locked in desperation.

Finally parting the kiss, Brigley took Hanna’s hand and pulled her through the warehouse, ending up in the backside of the building stumbling as they walked, Brigley managed to find the bathroom. As his hand grabbed the handle Hanna was pushing him inside, fumbling to lock the door as his back was pressed against the wooden frame, Hanna’s lips trailed along his collarbone, his breathing increased.

Lips lingered against his skin as she made her way down his abdomen, Brigley’s hand settled on the backside of his best friends head, the desires he’s had for years finally coming to life. Hanna began to fumble with his belt as she nipped the skin over his hip. His jeans hit his ankles, the cool new breeze causing his semi-hard cock to twitch, “ Han. “ the name slipped from his lips as she rubbed her hand across his member on the outside of his boxers. “ Hanna. “ he finally sobered up briefly, “ are you sure? “ despite wanting nothing more, he knew he needed to make sure Hanna was one hundred percent on board with this.

“ Yes. “ the single word was enough to send shivers down his spine. Brigley felt the waistband of his boxer leave his waist, his head came in contact with the door, it wasn’t until her hand wrapped around the base of his cock that it became reality, his teeth sank into his inner cheek as Hanna slowly stroked. Brigley’s hips shifted eagerly, she licked the pre cum from his slit, a moan escaped his lips, pure bliss coursed through his veins. “ Fuck. “ he mumbled into thin air as she took the head of his cock into her mouth. Brigley had his fair share of sexual encounters, all of them being meaningless, not one person had ever made him feel like he was on cloud nine, that was until now.

The movement of her head was swift, it was doing the job but had just enough teasing behind it to leave Brigley frustrated. Hanna released him with a pop and started prepping kisses back up his body as she pumped her hand against his cock. Brigley pulled her in for a needy kiss as he backed her into the counter, moving his hands to her thighs he lifted her up onto the tile, the kissing turned sloppy as the two fought to get Hanna’s shorts off. Hanna began to laugh against Brigley’s lips and parted the kiss, a smile lingered in the corner of his lips as he watched her shed the shorts and her underwear, he knew she was beautiful but never really took in just how beautiful she truly was. Leaning in, Brigley pressed his lips to her jaw and started to move down her neck, Hanna’s hands scratched at his back and ran through his hair, her legs on either side of his hips.

Grabbing hold of his cock, he ran the head through her lips repeatedly, Hanna’s body shivering in response as she titled her head back and let out a harsh sigh. “ Please. “ that was all it took for Brigley to press his hips forward, wet warmth engulfed his member causing him to groan in pleasure. Brigley raked his teeth against the skin of her neck as she let out incoherent mumbles and moans. Nails dug into the skin of his shoulders as he bucked his hips quickly, “ Fucking hell, Han. “ he blurted out as he laid his forehead against her shoulder, fingers pressing into her thighs pulling her closer. It wasn’t long before Hanna’s body trembled against him, Brigley was quick to pull himself out just before thick streams of cum erupted from his cock.

[soggywarmpockets]

I went as Sophie from Howl's Moving Castle to work and a party at a local hookah bar and won a prize for best costume!

Pls submit or send me pics of ur cool Halloween costumes I wanna see all the spookies 😩🔮🥀🎃👻

[rawrilikefood]

2017년9월2일. 하울링후카바.

[howlingowl-wra]

The Howling Owl is hiring!

The Howling Owl is a faction neutral RP event driven guild. We host monthly RP events open to both the Horde and Alliance RP communities. We also have guilds on both Horde and Alliance side of the Wyrmrest Accord server.

The Howling Owl is the name of Azeroth’s premier faction neutral coffee shop and cocktail bar. We use The Golden Rose tavern in Mistfall Village, Vale of Eternal Blossoms as a backdrop. ICly the coffee shop/cocktail bar is located in neutral territory in Pandaria. Lodging and other buildings are also located on the premises and available for staff to use for free.

We host several types of events, monthly:

Poetry & Story Night:

Hosted by Alaris Sunspell. This is a lowkey, quiet event where patrons can enjoy coffee, cocktails, baked goods and other light food while listening to poetry, stories and sometimes even music performed by patrons or staff.

Club Night Owl:

A dance club is located upstairs. It’s owned and hosted by Saeil Moonblade. Come to enjoy a lively atmosphere, the finest drinks and best DJs Azeroth has to offer!

Thirsty Thursday:

A monthly bar social event utilizing the downstairs and upstairs, sometimes featuring performances. Drinks, bar food, music and bartenders/servers create a fun, lively atmosphere! Hookah Lounge Night: A hookah lounge event, between ourselves and Tattered Wings Hookah (run by one of the guild’s officers). Hookah, great drinks, bar food, music and staff create an immersive and fun experience!

We also host various seasonal and special occasion events throughout the year, such as festivals and parties that sometimes even include opportunities to perform! There are also other opportunities throughout the month when we participate in outside events by running a booth, coffee cart or by catering an event!

Currently, we are recruiting to our guild (Horde or Alliance) for the following positions:

-Bartenders/baristas/servers -Security -Entertainers/Bards 

We are LGBT+ friendly and do have a requirement of being 18+ to join!

If you’re interested in joining us, feel free to fill out this application ---> Here!

If you have questions, feel free to contact the GM or officers listed below or join our Discord ---> Here!

GM:  @saeil-moonblade / @sunspell-wra

Officers:  @lianellie-quinne @seetheotherways @nexilthan-balamoor

@the-royal-courier @wracentral

[howlingowl-wra]

The Howling Owl is hiring!

The Howling Owl is a faction neutral RP event driven guild and group of RPers. We host monthly RP events open to both the Horde and Alliance RP communities. We also have guilds on both Horde and Alliance side of Wyrmrest Accord while striving to maintain a small, family atmosphere. 

The Howling Owl is the name of Azeroth's premier faction neutral coffee shop and cocktail bar. It also brings you Club Night Owl, a dance club event with a fun theme each month. We use The Golden Rose tavern in Mistfall Village, Vale of Eternal Blossoms as a backdrop. ICly the coffee shop/bar is located in neutral territory in Pandaria. Lodging and other buildings are also located on the premises and available for staff to use for free.

We host several types of events, monthly:

Poetry & Story Night:

Hosted by Alaris Sunspell. This is a lowkey, quiet event where patrons can enjoy coffee, cocktails, baked goods and other light food while listening to poetry, stories and sometimes even music performed by patrons or staff.

Club Night Owl:

A dance club is located upstairs. It's owned and hosted by Saeil Moonblade. Come to enjoy a lively atmosphere, the finest drinks and best DJs Azeroth has to offer!

Thirsty Thursday

A monthly bar social event co-hosted between ourselves and Succulent Tart. It’s held at The Howling Owl utilizing the downstairs and upstairs. Drinks, bar food, music and bartenders/servers create a fun, lively atmosphere! Hookah Night A hookah lounge event, between ourselves and Tattered Wings Hookah (run by one of the guild’s officers). Hookah, great drinks, bar food, music and staff create an immersive and fun experience!

We also host various seasonal and special occasion events throughout the year! There are also other opportunities throughout the month when we participate in outside events by running a booth, coffee cart or by catering an event!

Currently, we are recruiting to our guild (Horde or Alliance) for the following positions:

-Bartenders/baristas

We are LGBT+ friendly and do have a requirement of being 18+ to join!

If you’d be interested in joining us, feel free to fill out this application: Click here.

If you have questions, feel free to message @sunspell-wra / @saeil-moonblade or @belillinafireseeker / @lianellie-quinne Or you can join our Discord here!

@wraconnect @the-royal-courier @wracentral