#immortales skin

[lanayrucodes]

Immortales: Skin Bundle ($20)

I've been wanting to branch out into a more minimalist style for a while, and found the opportunity to do so when I was struck by the coding bug over the weekend and began to experiment with a more semi-transparent style of index that eventually evolved into this. I tried to keep the skin as light as physically possible, with minimal Javascript or Jquery inclusions, and instead tried to optimize it to build off of HTML5 elements as best I could without needing to weigh it down with more external resources.

The Immortales skin is a dark themed, responsive skin for Jcink forums, and is optimized for Google Chrome. (Cross-tested in Opera GX and Mozilla Firefox.)

You can purchase the skin here: https://ko-fi[DOT]com/s/6f663cfe6e

Bundle Includes:

All custom HTML structures

a forum index a topic row for threads a post row with a sticky/hover mini profile a main profile custom board stats, with the five (5) recent topics appended a member list, sortable by filters

Full set of DOHTML templates

x1 general announcement/admin template x1 application template (tabbed, for threads) x4 thread templates x5 development templates x1 miscellaneous codes for TW/CW x1 tabbed webpage/guidebook

Custom Userlinks Menu

Easy to add/modify group variables for color coordination (five groups already included)

Responsive to smaller monitors

Upon purchase, buyers will receive an installation guide with editing and customization instructions, as well as any XML/HTML files.

Support & Refunds:

Refunds or returns are not offered on pre-made skins. Due to the nature of how they're distributed and the fact that they're digital files I cannot offer refunds for a purchase if you buy a skin from me.

If you encounter bugs or skin-breaking issues, please reach out to me and I will do my best to fix them and provide you with updated files.

I do not offer coding support beyond initial problems with my skins at install. (i.e. Finding a bug when you install a fresh copy of the skin onto your site, etc.) If the skin breaks during modifications you make on your own, I am willing to help restore the skin to it's original state. I do not provide support for third party coding that is not mine.

[crisicsgames]

PRINCE OF PERSIA GRANCHIO 🦀 GIGANTE ALLA PRIGIONE DI SABBIA 🎮 PS5 UHD 60f

[sparkypantaloons]

It's not the years, honey, it's the mileage

Jason really, really, really hates Halloween. But then he's just been kidnapped by a cult who are convinced he can give them immortality, so can you blame him?

~~

Fucking Halloween.

Jason has aways hated it. Hated it when he lived down on Crime Alley and it didn’t need to be October 31 for the worst kind of tricks. Hated it when he moved to the Manor, with its creaking floorboards and overgrown trees and fucking bats. Hates it even more now, now he’s old enough to see what it does to people in this city. Understand how it takes desperation and twists it into something grotesque. Pushes people over the edge and into the darkness.

He hates darkness too. Reminds him too much of the closet Willis used to shut him in for days at a time. Of the Manor before dawn, when he never knew if Bruce had made it home safely after a night on patrol. Of his grave… and the deep dark earth he spent an eternity clawing his way out of.

It’s dark now. And not just because of the blindfold; wrapped too tight around his head, pounding a migraine into the marrow of his skull. Wherever he is, is dark. It smells of the dark; of desperation and madness and rot, and it’s suffocating. Smothers itself against his skin, forces itself into his mouth, his lungs, his blood.

Fucking Halloween.

He’s strung up by his wrists. Shirt stripped away, skin sliced across his torso in patterns and runes; blood slow and fat dragging itself down his flesh. His shoulders are screaming, burning with his own weight. There’s a gag pressed in his mouth, his left leg is broken, and too many wandering hands to think about.

Somewhere along the way, somewhere between the Pit, and the League and the Bats, whispers had spread; quiet words on a swift winds. Red Hood had died, but he wasn’t dead. Red Hood lived, but he wasn’t alive. Murdered by the Joker, but still haunting the streets of Gotham. He’s immortal, they said. Deathless. Eternal. Endless.

As if one lifetime wasn’t enough in this god forsaken city.

He’d heard the rumours. Enjoyed them, even. Let the filth of this city wonder. He had thought. Let them fear, that Red Hood will always come for them.

He should have known something like this would happen.

It was out-of-towners who had grabbed him. Nobody from Gotham would be stupid enough to try it. Nobody from Gotham would be smart enough to pull it off. It had been a kid, see. And Jason had fallen for it hook line and sinker. She can’t have been more than six. Pressed into the shadows by his safehouse, eyes wide and desperate.

“There’s a boat.” Her words had been barely more than a whisper. “There’s a boat and kids don’t come back from there.” Her fingers had clung to the cuff of his jacket, knuckles white, hand shaking. “Please.” She’d begged. “Please help us.”

Jason wasn’t an idiot, even if he was a sucker for a desperate kid. He’d done his research, done his surveillance, he’d planned. Watched and waited and deliberated. And then he’d struck, when the moment was right. No. It had been more than right, it had been perfect. Of course it had been. Because the whole thing had been a fucking set up.

They’d been on him before he’d even unhooked his grapple. Hands, so many of them, grabbing and pulling at him from the darkness. Ripping his jacket from his shoulders, forcing him to his knees, binding his limbs with course rope. And he’d fought, of course he’d fought, but there had been so many of them. Too many.

“Oh ancient one, born before time’s dawn, on this night of night’s where the living and the dead become one, hear our call.”

“Antiqui ante auroram

cui per hoc immortale

vas manat donum

da nobis aeternum.”

The chanting had lasted for hours. So had the torture. Jason’s Latin was rusty, but he’s pretty sure they were asking an ancient time lord to make them immortal. Somehow convinced that he, or at least bits of him, were the ingredients they needed to make it a reality. A literal pound of flesh, bones and blood.

Then it had all gone silent, and he’d been left here hanging for what felt like hours now.

Alone…

In the darkness…

Fucking Halloween.

~

Fucking Jason. Dick thinks, scowling to himself as he makes his way carefully through Jason’s safehouse. He’s already been caught by two booby traps - because no matter what the younger man says, knives that fling themselves at you from across the room are not a ‘security measure’ - and he doesn’t doubt that there a more to come.

Jason’s been missing for twelve hours now. And normally Dick wouldn’t worry, because frankly, Jason loves drama, and he loves dropping off the radar even more. But he promised Alfred he’d be over for Sunday lunch and he didn’t show. Didn’t respond either, when their pseudo-grandfather called to give him a ‘stern talking to’. The older man had called Dick next, asked him to check in.

Dick could do without the babysitting. He loves Jason, he does. But Jason is still his kid brother, even if he is six foot two of solid muscle, and he’s still a pain in the ass. Dick had plans tonight. Really good ones. Ones that didn’t involve a literal mace swinging down from the ceiling, just because he sat on the couch for five minutes.

Whatever happened to Jason, it didn’t happen here. Knowing him, the whole place is probably set to explode if too many trick or treaters knock at the door… the thought doens’t make Dick feel any better.

He’d tried to access Jason’s files remotely. Had even asked Babs to help with the ones that were off-network. But there was some things Jason still did old school, like surveillance notes, literally written by hand. Physical maps on walls and red strings connecting photos of suspects and post-it notes covered in question marks. That nonsense was normally in his bedroom. Dick just had to get there without getting decapitated by a boomerang or something.

It takes him another half an hour to make it across the apartment safely. It pays off, because the desk in the bedroom has everything he needs, even if it’s none of what he wants.

It looks like a trafficking ring, is meant to look like a trafficking ring. And if it weren’t for one of the photos, of a short man with a pinched face, Dick would probably think it was one too. Jason had been watching them for nearly two weeks, documenting who the key players were and their movements. How they operated and who they reported to.

But it was all a ruse. The short man, Ozul Abaddon, is no trafficker. He’s a cult leader, one obsessed with immortality at any cost. Dick and Bruce had faced him years ago, in the earliest days of Batman and Robin. He must have done his time in Blackgate and finally reared his ugly little head again.

Dread churns in Dick’s gut and it’s nothing to do with having to head back across the apartment. If Abaddon has Jason, then Jason’s in trouble. Big trouble.

“Pennyone?” He puts a call back to the Cave.

“Nightwing.” Comes the response. “How can I be of service?”

“I need you to put the call out to the family. Red Hood’s in trouble. Serious trouble. We need everyone looking for him.” Dick pauses, and in his mind’s eye can see Alfred nod and already get to work. “I need you to send me everything we have on Ozul Abaddon. Bruce and I sent him to Blackgate back when I was still Robin. I need to know how long he’s been out and what he’s been doing. Who he’s with and where he’s doing it. Anything we might have. Send it to Jason’s computer.”

“Very good.” Comes the response. “Sending now.”

~

The chanting is back. So is the knife. By this point, Jason is too delirious with pain and blood loss to do anything but groan into the gag. Let his head roll on his shoulders and his only good leg sag beneath him. He still can’t see anything, still can’t smell anything except the copper of his own blood and the putrid stench beneath it. Still can’t feel anything but pain in his head and his shoulders and his leg, and wandering hands pawing at his body. Fondling at his flesh, searching for where to slice next.

“Sanguis effundet secretum tuum,

sanguis effundet secretum tuum,

sanguis effundet secretum tuum.”

A blade slips beneath his ribs, deeper than any cut before, and hot liquid begins to pour from Jason’s side.

God he hates Halloween.

~

Dick hates being right. When he knows something is bad, damn is it bad. And this? This was really fucking bad.

Once he had all of Jason’s research together, along with Bruce’s files on Abaddon, it only took him ten minutes to figure out where the cult must be operating from. What it is they want from Jason. And in typical Gotham fashion, it’s all kinds of awful. An old abandoned abattoir on the outskirts of the city. Because of course a cult obsessed with immortality would set up base in shop of death. Of course. Couldn’t be an old florist could it? Wouldn’t be a former bakery, or perhaps a nice little coffee house. No, no definitely not. Just a hideous, stinking, old slaughterhouse.

Even from the outside it reeks. An overwhelming stench of decay and rot, drifting out into the night air. Tainting each breath in, with death.

“Thermal imagery from the satellite suggests there could be at least 100 of them in there.” Oracle says over the comm.

Dick is sure he hears Bruce growl at that. Cass actually flexes her fingers, looks a little to eager to get to work. If Dick didn’t feel quite so full of dread, he’d probably be the same.

“Spoiler, Signal, you take the south entrance.” He says. “Batman, Robin, the west. Red Robin, Batwoman you’re on east, Orphan, you’ve got the north. I’ll take the roof.” He pauses. “There’s every chance these guys will think they’re immortal now, so they’ll be fighting with a point to prove.”

“I have a point they can prove.” Damian says, hand on the hilt of his sword. If the situation weren’t so grim, Dick would be proud of such a pun.

~

There’s a noise. A growing din beneath the chanting, and then there’s shrieking. Shrieking and screams and shouts, and the unmistakeable sound of kevlar on flesh.

About bloody time, Jason thinks, sardonically and then suddenly there are hands on him again. But they’re different this time. They’re gentle, careful. Work at removing his blindfold, his gag.

“Morning, sunshine.” Dick says, as the blindfold falls away from Jason’s face. Behind him, the rest of the Bats face off against the cultists. Jason would almost feel touched so many of them showed up to help, if he weren’t feeling so spectacularly awful right now.

“Easy, little wing.” Dick soothes, when the gag doesn’t come away as easy as the blindfold. “I’ve almost got it.”

Jason chokes as it falls away, spits out blood and mucus and god knows what else. “Wha— what took you so long?” He coughs, still hanging limply by his wrists.

“Getting through your safe house is like Raiders of the Lost Ark,” Dick replies. “You got a giant boulder in there too, ready to chase me down?”

Jason has a witty response on the tip of his tongue, but the words are too heavy for him to get out. He slumps against Dick as the older man finally frees his wrists.

��Easy, Jay.” Dick soothes. “I’ve got you.” He manoeuvres Jason to the floor, starts checking over his wounds. “Shit Jay.” He eyes the most recent stab wound. “I’m going to have to pack this.”

Jason shakes his head. “No, no.” The words slur together. “Be fine. Less juss go.”

“I’m sorry, Jay.” Dick says gently, and he’s pulling gauze from his suit. “I’ll be quick.”

“No,” Jason moans. “No, please Dickie, please don’—” He tries to push Dick’s hands away, tries to fight the older man’s insistent care.

Dick holds them down easily as if they were paper. “I’ll be quick, I promi—”

Jason cries out, louder and more desperate than he has all night, as Dick packs the wound with gauze. His fingers pushing deep into the wound. He works quickly, grimaces as Jason screams, every time the knife wound absorbs more and more dressings.

“Dick, please.” Jason sobs, hands still weakly pushing at Dick as he works. “Leave it, just—”

Another scream, and Dick flinches against the sound. Fingers fumbling as they work and then “I’m done, I’m done!” He promises, squeezes Jason’s hand. “You’re okay, Jay. You’re okay.”

Tears still roll down Jason’s temples. He shakes his head miserably. “I fucking hate Halloween.”

~

It’s gone midnight by the time Jason is fully patched up. He’s in the medbay in the Cave. His leg set with a splint, the deep cuts stitched closed, vaseline over the runes that have been carved into his skin to prevent scarring, and an IV line set up into his arm.

Dick pulls up a chair next to the bed. “So,” He begins. “Do you want the good news or the bad news?”

Jason gives him an unimpressed look. “I don’t want any news, can’t you just let me sleep?”

“Bad news first, excellent.” Dick grins. “Alfred is still pissed you missed Sunday lunch.”

Jason’s eyes bug out of his head for a minute. “I was literally kidnapped by a cult to be their sacrifice.”

Dick shrugs. “Sounds like a you problem.”

“You’re such an asshole.” Jason mutters.

“You’re the asshole! Why do you have so many medieval booby traps in your apartment?”

“They’re not booby traps, they’re security measures—”

“They’re booby traps.”

Jason rolls his eyes. “Whatever, dickface.” He grumbles. “What’s the good news?”

“The good news,” Dick replies. “Is that it’s not Halloween anymore.” And for the first time that night, Jason does actually look relieved.

“Happy November 1st, Jay.”

[misteradrianmonk]

"Oh, no-- don't--" oh, no. No, "Natalie, he's-- he's licking his fingers," no. God, no. Monk waved a hand for a wipe, though what he was hoping to wipe away was maybe the... the... oh, the feeling. Ugh. The feeling of this guy, he gave Monk the creeps. Seriously. He didn't think Stottlemeyer actually wanted him interviewing this man, he didn't -- no. No.

"That's OK, Adrian. You're OK," Natalie promised.

Adrian did not feel OK. "I'm meant to interview him, Natalie. I'm - I'm meant to - shake his hand," a grand gesture in Nathan's direction like he was flatly out of earshot, "This is - I know what this is. Captain Stottlemeyer's trying to get under my skin. I told him he missed a spot while he was flossing this morning, he's- he's joshing me, he's pulling my leg, Natalie, we gotta turn this down." Seriously. You can't play into this sort of thing. He told her, "It's a power move."

"Adrian. This man witnessed the murder."

Yes. Yes, that. That was true. He, um. He turned back to Mr Young, who -- "Oh, God," he turned away like it might not be happening if he was not witnessing it. Nathan had just put his hand, the one whose fingers he'd just licked, back into the cookie tray just - just willy nilly. Like a madman. He probably even committed the murder, that kind of person, they didn't have a care in the world, cold-blooded killers, they don't - they don't care about the sharing the cookies (not that he would have taken any), this man. Adrian had solved it. No need for investigating. Put him behind bars. Right?

Natalie continued to watch him, like she expected him to introduce himself.

"Natalie," he said, betrayed and hurt.

"Mr Young?" Natalie turned away from him (Monk used the back of his hand, held flat, to shield his eyes from making contact Nathan Young, "My name is Natalie Teeger, and this is Adrian Monk. He's the man who police wanted you to speak to today. It's really good of you to wait for us."

He hated this job. He wanted to quit and move to Hawaii. It didn't matter about the sand. He'd take a vacuum. They'd be thrilled, he'd be welcomed as a cleanliness... rescuer, he could do Hawaii.

@immortalled

[theseancekid]

bold all that apply to your muse — memories of my childhood edition (tw, contains mentions of abuse / neglect / death / trauma)

scraped knees,  silent tears in a locked room,  slamming doors,  pervasive loneliness,  a dog barking, rain on a metal roof,  flinching at movement, the creak of an old house,  forced laughter,  wandering in the dark woods,  wondering how you made it through,  sudden loss,  trying to make sense of the noise,  hiding what you love to protect it,  trying to explain but your words falter,  invaded privacy,  confusion at the pain,  running barefoot in the grass,  wondering what you did wrong and coming up with nothing,  realizing you aren’t a priority,   grass stains on white clothing,  trying to earn love you will never have,  being threatened over the smallest mistake,  secrets you are warned not to share,  the feeling of never being good enough, the hope things might someday get better,  grief that aches in your bones,  childish dares and pranks,  the sense that your body isn’t yours,  shame and guilt that aren’t yours to carry,  sledding down a frozen hill,  absentmindedly following snakes through the grass,  punching a tree until your knuckles bleed, tears over every dead creature you find,  searching out small places you can hide... just in case, climbing the tallest tree so they can’t touch you, the feeling of something tainted under your skin, a curious child told to stop asking,  floral dresses,  body tensing at approaching footsteps,  anger with nowhere to go, brief escapes from the chaos,  the purr of a contented cat,  taking the blame to keep the peace,  being told you’re too sensitive,  the creaking springs of a trampoline on a sunny day

tagged by: @littlelightningbvg ty :)

tagging: @murdcck @cxstae @dvarapala @immortalled @fearstouch

[conduitandconjurer]

⭐⭐⭐⭐ For Nathan? (I'm on the wrong blog lol)

First of all, this is entirely based on my pretty much exclusive rp relationship with @immortalled, who is one of the best writers I have EVER met. I am so spoiled. Ok anyway <3

Klaus as a mum (yeah, you read that right) doesn't have a "favorite" child....but the child he does find it easiest to relate to, the child in whose company he can simply exist without pretense, is definitely Nathan. Their compatibility makes interacting with his adoptive son virtually effortless.

This doesn't mean Klaus and Nathan are identical!!!!! Robert Sheehan himself has talked about this in recorded interviews at least twice, and I gotta agree! Nathan's gregariousness, his obnoxiousness, his unorthodoxy, are all immutable and fixed traits. He is unapologetic, he is thick-skinned and emotionally resilient. Very little haunts him (hur hur), and he is naturally both aggressive and, while he has some insecurities, self-assured. Klaus, on the other hand, was born sensitive and, according to Pogo and Viktor in canon, sweet and gentle in disposition. He loathes himself as much as he loves himself, and he has crafted for himself a tremendously complex facade of cheerful, hedonistic nihilism. It's not real. Klaus is sad, and Klaus is far, far more conciliatory and collaborative. Nathan doesn't think twice about anything; Klaus stays up nights writing sad emo poetry on the literal walls of his childhood bedroom, and wears the dog tags of a man he knew for less than a year but still adores. Nathan is a ring master, Klaus is a poet. You know? lol. They both tell dick jokes, are arguably immortal, and see ghosts; it doesn't mean they're the same character. You gotta look at motive, at source. Drives me bananas as a Sheehan fan tbh, LOL, how often I see people say they're the same character. They're very compatible, but they're unique! In fact, Nathan's irrepressible confidence is often a source of great comfort to his mam, who can get way too much inside his own head (especially when sober). He's helped Klaus be more assertive about his own personal boundaries, and more willing to express his earnest anger about something honestly and productively. Klaus has in turn helped Nathan acknowledge and begin receiving therapy for childhood abuse, and provided him a safe space to discuss scary and depressing subjects.

Nathan and Klaus are both extremely snuggly people. Their primary love language is the physical, and they are unusually tactile; in Klaus's case, this is because as a child he couldn't delineate living people from ghosts, except by noting that living people were solid and tangible. This means they're often curled up by or against each other during down time; Nathan usually instigates, pulling Klaus into his arms or draping himself across Klaus, while Klaus is on his phone, knitting, having a smoke (yes he's still trying to kick nicotine), eating, etc. Both are extremely accustomed to it, and amusingly it works well since Nathan runs cold and Klaus runs warm. Two curly haired string beans, lol.

Klaus has helped Nathan explore a non-cisgender and non-heteronormative identity by letting him have full access to his makeup and closet. Nathan isn't quite ready to face the fact that he's queer, and Klaus, who is patient and nonjudgmental, will continue to allow him the space to experiment slowly and surely.

Only two things have ever come between Nathan and Klaus. One, Nathan's cavalier attitude about dying ("it's no big deal, I always come back!"), and two, Nathan's substance use/abuse and general partying lifestyle, which can be difficult for Klaus as an addict in recovery.

I cannot sing enough praises about these two but I will stop at five, LOL.

[idcnticxl]

BOLD ALL THAT APPLY TO YOUR MUSE, CHILDHOOD TRAUMA EDITION.

tw : mentions of abuse / neglect / death / trauma tagged by : @immortalled​

scraped knees, silent tears in a locked room , slamming doors , pervasive loneliness ,   a dog barking , rain on a metal roof ,   flinching at movement , the creak of an old house , forced laughter ,  wandering in the dark woods ,wondering how you made it through, sudden loss , trying to make sense of the noise , hiding what you love to protect it , trying to explain but your words falter , invaded privacy , confusion at the pain , running barefoot in the grass , wondering what you did wrong and coming up with nothing , realizing you aren’t a priority ,  grass stains on white clothing , trying to earn love you will never have , being threatened over the smallest mistake , secrets you are warned not to share , the feeling of never being good enough ,   the hope things might someday get better, grief that aches in your bones , childish dares and pranks , the sense that your body isn’t yours, shame and guilt that aren’t yours to carry ,  sledding down a frozen hill ,  absentmindedly following snakes through the grass ,  punching a tree until your knuckles bleed,  tears over every dead creature you find ,  searching out small places you can hide … just in case, climbing the tallest tree so they can’t touch you , the feeling of something tainted under your skin, a curious child told to stop asking ,  floral dresses ,  body tensing at approaching footsteps ,  anger with nowhere to go , brief escapes from the chaos ,  the purr of a contented cat ,  taking the blame to keep the peace ,  being told you’re too sensitive ,  the creaking springs of a trampoline on a sunny day

[askinnyminime]

Day 4 (4th of Dec 23)

Hahahaha Dei immortales lose skin or putting it all back on for a second time can't do that again

[madxwonderland]

A VERY DESCRIPTIVE PROFILE OF YOUR MUSE. Repost with the information of your muse, including headcanons, etc. if you fail to achieve some of the facts, add some other of your own!

NAME: alice liddell

NICKNAME: none

TITLE(S): creator of wonderland

AGE: 21

SPECIES: human

SEX: cis female

NATIONALITY: english

INTERESTS: drawing, reading, psychology, theatre, puzzles, riddles

PROFESSION: between jobs

BODY TYPE: short, petite

EYES: emerald green

HAIR: dark brown with burgundy tint, long and straight

SKIN: pale, dark circles under her eyes most days

FACE: oval shaped, prominent eyes, always in a neutral expression and rarely shows emotion unless it's an intense determination or annoyance

POSTURE: always proper and straight. she was raised to be a proper lady and to never slouch.

HEIGHT: 5'2" VOICE: lithe, english accent with very good pronunciation and distinction

SIGNATURE OUTFIT: in wonderland, she wears a blue dress with a white apron, stripped leggings and button up knee high boots. in reality her favorite dress is a stripped one with the sleeves to her elbows and ankle high boots. usually she is wearing skirts or dresses.

SIGNIFICANT OTHER: none

COMPANIONS: the cheshire cat

ANTAGONISTS: dr. angus bumby, the queen of hearts

STRENGTHS: intelligent, good at solving puzzles, empathetic, created an entire world in her mind, can enter the subconscious minds of others

WEAKNESSES: short temper, can become over emotional, her mental illnesses can cause psychotic episodes and hallucinations that hinder her life at times COLORS: blue, white, black, beige. if we bring wonderland into it, every color is involved

FRUITS: peaches, strawberries and blueberries

DRINKS: hot tea

ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGES: doesn't drink

SMOKES: only ever done hookah in wonderland. other than that she doesn't smoke

DRUGS: none

DRIVER'S LICENSE: she doesn't drive

tagged by: stolen

tagging: @mxlevolence @kylo-wrecked @dcmur3 @seeasunset @bewitchingbaker @immortalled

[jade-eclipse-li]

Izuku Midoriya:

Your body is the coolest thing ever. You can heal yourself, harden yourself, by harden i mean your abs are like brick walls, and your body was born insanely immune to every poisons exist.

Eclipse:

Okay first. “I can heal myself” was stolen from immortallized villains. It might be cool, but it ain’t me quirk, ain’t no efficiency.

Izuku Midoriya:

I see, so you ends up wounds and scars.

Eclipse:

Secondly, abs are skin after all.

Izuku Midoriya:

But you have to admit it increases your defence.

Eclipse:

Lastly, insane immune system. Also means coffees don’t work on me.

Izuku Midoriya:

Well that is kind of a bummer, i guess.

Eclipse:

I know i shouldn’t say this to a kid but i wanNA GET DRUNK N HIGH.

[lanayrucodes]

hey! love your immortals skin, would there be any opportunity to commission you for other codes for that skin? like phone codes, social media codes, anything like that?

Hi there! I'm glad you love it <3

Right now I'm not open for any additional commissions or requests with my current queue, so I probably won't do any add-on's for the skin immediately.

I'm open to doing them in the future, but any templates or additional packages I *do* end up making will probably end up getting added to the skin's bundle on Ko-Fi, rather than a unique commission for one person or an additional purchase item. (I prefer doing all-in-one transactions, to make sure that everyone who purchases a copy of the skin has access to all of the templates I create for it without incurring additional charges.)

[crisicsgames]

SARGON Versus GENERALE UVISHKA PER SALTARE LE SKIN ALL' INIZIO 2:15 Ciao a tutti !! Intro prima parte di Prince of Persia e all'inizio ci sono le skin ma si prendono a fine missione !! Oggetti Deluxe Edition PS4 Xbox One PS5 Xbox Series PC Prince of Persia: The Lost Crown Pacchetto deluxe - Guida all'avventura digitale - Completo del personaggio immortale - Amuleto Uccello della Prosperità Prosperity Bird Accesso anticipato di 3 giorni Pre order il gioco per avere accesso al completo Spirito guerriero per Sargon. Abbraccia l'eredità di Prince of Persia con questo completo ispirato al leggendario gioco. Font Store PlayStation e Xbox

[libidomechanica]

S large dark locks, and subtill serpent-skin of woe

S large dark locks, and subtill serpent-

skin of woe, the joy of  being immortall, subject to  invent, while Psyche to 

morn across my griefe to see  your sacrifice. And lame. On 

some mumbling creature art divine,  fair art the morning me, and  you have roots, remember  to our life—this  still streaming— My phalanx on the  witch, speak that one thoughts to  warre before thee. and methought,  from careless shoe-string, in whose  love the true, my widows eye that  treats of wit, they should be out  of season freshly spring of  the Sun, than our  mans clothes to go. I know  this harmed not: there is my well-beloved  is white brows went  archings up, my scathing an elephant  appear, and then wrongd a heart  more from the cold, enduring  North. Bred in mutual 

arms devout and ben; Blythe washing; whereon  the rose of Saturns vintage;  mouldering at this fated way.  Since you might have died: but not let him  into my verse in 

such wonder more than wine: the  cause? When I awoke, twas  too much, or “Paint must do the  valleys, groves, hills where chiefest are,  therefore, by heaven, by the baite  of worldly pleasures drown me, choose never  again in the  sedge, ‘my sister Psyche, “Ah—Melissa,  with pointest out the 

mark”—and if these very word is  like a poem obeying their  state out of season freshly springing  light which never come! In woman ’“ tis to please these their charactery—  canst thou liest, instead, to the  vine flourish, whether the  tower of willows,”’ and  life, I am constraind, and shoulder,  thou wast my common vein of memory  She also thy breath;” but darkening  valleys. sweet the warm  South, one minded bee, present 

this orient, and 

merry was she, Blythe washing;  whereof to me repeat,  the dewy green. For  my lone, my words shoulder and willd my  Muse tumbled that is obsolete.  O for a beaker  full of dewy wine, but those powerful  fragments of Kedar, and  lips, to slay me by degree, an  I maun cross the voice which  lovely ray, that I know, wind of  the vineyards; let us  know the Prince?     They have overco me me: thy happy in this page, “ Yes. As dew in aprylle, þat  fallyt on þe flourished and choose  ye whether, so I may save  mine for the pinions shed  on all awry: the last  by oceans foam What a thin- pervading scum, however slight Muse do  please. I found a Hoard of yet; 

and hesitations in empurpled  vests, and a slain ram that  is depart from eve to  mow: and yet to times more true.”

[pjisskullourful]

𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓲𝓷𝓮𝓭 𝓼𝓱𝓮𝓮𝓽𝓼

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🌼Damiano X reader

part7 of ?? [catchup on part1-6]

NSFW! 🔥 smutty smutty smut smut of the most corrupt degree, lengthy, filled with swears & sooooo kinky

Damiano David & female reader-insert

° anon request: i was wondering if you could do a corruption kink fic with damiano and a female reader & for another incredibly sweet anon: i was wondering if u could include something like damiano teaching the reader how to be a dom and have her dominate him. all of this was then encouraged by @marlena-immortale​ [ask & it shall be given- requests are open!]

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"Tell me what you want…"

Your eyes snapped open to the dark bedroom, you looked down to where Damiano had been resting his head - you thought he had fallen asleep. You had been close to nodding off in this moment of wonderful postcoital peace. You wiped a hand across your eyes in an effort to rouse yourself, you put your other hand to his dishevelled hair.

"What are you saying about?" You asked.

He picked up one of your hands, brushing his lips across your skin. His big, curious eyes caught the light coming in from the street lamps. "I wanna know what you would do, how you would use my body to get off- in any definition of the phrase. If we switched the roles for just one night, what fantasies would you let me act out for you?"

"I…" You shook your head to yourself as he pressed soft kisses onto your finger. "I don't know."

He laughed, letting his head return to resting on your chest. "C'mon baby, I know you've got a better imagination than that. Don't be shy, I wanna know. I wanna be able to get you off in the most perfect and complete way. I wanna find that one thing that makes you really loud, then real fuckin' quiet and then I wanna push it further.

"When you're alone, like when I'm out of town and I text you and tell you to send me a voice note of you playing with yourself, right? You always say my name and sometimes, when I'm listening with good headphones, it's like I'm right there." You continued to push your fingers through his hair, listening thoughtfully. "I know that I always imagine what I'd do to get those sounds out of you. So, what are you imagining that I'm doing? How does your fantasy version of me get you to come?"

You blinked up at the ceiling, feeling foolish. "I honestly don't know…" 

"Babygirl." 

"I'm sorry Damiano, I just- I guess I don't really go into specifics, I'm lazy or whatever. I just think of you in all of your you-ness and then the toys kinda do the rest. I just have to think of you and I'm, like, ready to get off. And it isn't as thrilling when you aren't there so I don't really spend as much time on it. I get worked up and I take care of it- wham, bam, thank you ma'am."

"Could I ask you to think about it for me? Just a bit, just if you want to and please don't force anything for my sake." 

You nodded. "Yes, of course. I will set aside some time in my schedule to plot out my own personal porno, starring you."

"Hey, I'm being serious here."

"You're right, I'm deflecting. But I will seriously think about it." You said.

"That's all I ask." He said, massaging your finger between his lips again. "I know you have fun being submissive and it's been going great, for me as well. But I don't have to be in control every time, 'cause I want it to be about you and your pleasure and you getting what you want. I want to corrupt all that shyness out of you and get you in charge of your pleasure. It's your body, your orgasms- you call the shots, okay?"

You could feel your skin heating up. "Okay."

"You wanted to be punished and then you told me to keep going and it was fuckin' amazing. You can always tell me what to do, I may play at it being different to that- but, with you, you can always tell me what to do." He said. "I'd do anything to make you feel happy…" He was kissing along the inside of your wrist. "Anything to set you free, anything to put you in charge of your sexuality and your body and your pleasure. It's about you, I'm just here for you."

"I will think about it, I will."

"Good girl."

You rubbed your thighs together. "Maybe I could…" You let his hair slide between your fingers. "I could pull on your hair a little."

"Just a little? You don't wanna give for as good as you get?"

"We could work our way up to that. But I'd like to maybe play with that line between pleasure and pain."

He lifted his head again. "Ooh, you wanna hurt me, baby?"

"Yeah… I mean, I like the idea of leaving some marks on you. Like, would you let me bite you?” You asked.

"Yeah, we can get a little Twilight up in here."

"Well, I don't need to drink your blood or anything."

"Got it, nibbles, not trying to take chunks out of me." He said.

"Right, I'm more than happy for your chunks to stay exactly where they are." You felt his fingers tracing over the skin of your stomach and you put a hand over your mouth, feeling a blush in your cheeks. "I just really… oh, it's embarrassing…"

"No, no, I bet you it's not. And I really wanna hear it. Don't be embarrassed to say what you want, ever. Especially in front of me, kitten. I am far too open about this shit. Do you know how much everyone wants me to develop even a fraction of a filter?" He asked. "C'mon, no one else ever has to find out. Don't be embarrassed, be empowered."

"No, it's just… I really like the sounds that you make. Like, I love how loud you get when we're fucking."

His voice came through much louder. "That's it? That's your big kinky confession? How is that embarrassing for you when it's about shit that I do?"

"No, it is embarrassing for me, 'cause of how wet it gets me." You said.

"That's not embarrassing, it's so fuckin' sexy." He said. "It would only be embarrassing if you hated how I sounded during sex, like if you thought that it made me sound like a try-hard porno actor. And even then it would be embarrassing for me."

"Okay, so I like your sounds and I wanna see how different they could be, depending on what I'm doing with you."

"I bet you've got more." He was smiling as he rolled over, lifting himself up and crawling up to reach your eye-level, his body heat covering your bare skin. "I bet you've got even filthier ideas in that corrupt mind of yours, don't you?" He picked up your hands in his, the fingers intertwining as you felt more shy than before. "I bet when you shut your eyes, you get flashes of maybe ten more things that make you wanna come. But maybe you don't know the words for those kinks." He lifted your arms up, placing your hands above your head. "Or maybe you don't want to admit it, even to yourself. 'Cause you're so used to feeling ashamed of your desires, used to thinking that dirty means bad. You're used to feminine sexuality being used as either a marketing tool or a reason to call a woman all kinds of slurs and drag her down.

"But you don't have to be ashamed. You don't have to question every impulse and think that one desire can change your worth, or think that you have to be so politically correct even in your own body. Like what you like and let me like it with you." He said, body sinking into yours. "Just listen to your body. Please, for me."

Your eyebrows raised and you ducked back, avoiding the kiss he had been poised to give you. "For you?"

He laughed quietly. "Yeah, look at me trying to manipulate your praise kink."

"You are unbelievable. You know what I might like to try- maybe I could take a stab at shutting that smart mouth. Even though I think that's physically impossible." You reached up to stroke his neck. "But maybe with some choking?"

He growled, lowering himself closer to you. "I would love it if you choked me."

"Really?"

"Yes." He took your hand off of his neck and placed a kiss on your palm. "Keep going, kitten."

"What if I… could I tie you up?"

"Please." He whispered, his nose brushing against your cheek and you felt his hot breath on your face. "What would you do to me when you had me tied up?"

"I could make you wait for it." You put your arms around him, your hands beginning to grip his back. "I could be in charge and use you how I wanted, like I could decide when I come and when you come and…"

"Yes." His lips crushed roughly against yours and you could feel his cock getting harder, wanting to find a home between your legs. "Please use me, kitty. Use me for what you need. You're such a good girl for me, but you don't have to be. You can be mean, you can be whatever you want for one night. My body is yours, just like you always give me yours."

"Daddy…" You moaned, so awake and so full of tension that you thought had been solved earlier in the night. "Would you write some lines for me?”

"Yes, baby. If that's what you want, I'll write anything, however many times you need."

"I'd want you to write on me, like, all over my body. I'd want you to write that I'm a good kitten, 'cause that's all I wanna be, Damiano."

"I'll do that for you." He said, lips hovering over yours, close but not making contact. "What else do you want? Don't stop now, don't hold out on me."

You were silent, you had lost your courage as you were torn between a few options. You didn’t want to ruin this by requesting something he wasn’t into.

Nor did you want to spoil the surprise for him. It wasn’t often that you got to surprise him and so, in the interest of gaining that advantage, you kept the rest of your thoughts to yourself.

“I don’t have anything more, not right now. But I’ll think about it, I promise- I promise I will.” You said.

He kissed you and you could feel how much he was holding back. “Good kitty.”

“Maybe I could think of more, if I didn’t have a goddamn boner poking at me, but hey, there it is and it is very distracting.”

He laughed, but made no effort to move off of you. “My bad. I know, I’m the worst. You’re probably exhausted, you already came twice tonight. And that’s not to discount how great it was for me as well, ‘cause it really was…” You saw him raise his pinched together thumb and fingers to his mouth.

“Oh, you are not.” You made a grab for his hand. “You are not about to chefs kiss over how we fucked earlier, you are not.”

His hand evaded your grasp. “That’s so funny that you say that, ‘cause I’m pretty sure that- oh yep, here it is.” He made a loud kissing sound with his fingertips pressed to his mouth, before immediately fanning them out. “That’s the only way I can describe it. It’s not my fault that you’re beyond words.”

You scoffed sarcastically, rolling your eyes. Your laughter soon became authentic as he endeavoured to cover your face in enthusiastic kisses. His stubble tickled your skin and you wanted to squirm away, but you couldn’t make yourself do anything beyond uselessly flailing your legs about.

“We don’t have to…” He said as you gasped for air. “It’s enough for tonight. I can go have a cold shower or whatever.”

You refused to let this become a reality and securely wrapped your leg around his waist. “The only way you’ll be getting to have a shower, is if I go with you and nothing about that would be cold. You’re not going anywhere. The whole point of having a boyfriend is so I don’t have to try to fall asleep uncomfortably wet.”

“Uncomfortably wet?” He repeated, the intrigue clear in his voice.

You huffed. “Yes Daddy, please don’t pretend to be surprised.” You tightened your leg around him, inviting him closer to your cunt. “The way you were saying all that stuff about use me, that was… and then, to hear you pleading with me, just a little like that. God, I could listen to you say please all night long.”

“Oh yeah? ‘Cause I can say it more.” He said, his chest pressed against yours as he dipped his head a bit lower, moving to place kisses across your neck. “Please.” You were writhing beneath him and he responded by rolling his hips into you. “Please. Please, my kitten.” You felt his teeth grazing across your skin as more heat spread through your body. “I know I’ve already had you tonight, but please, unf, please let me fuck you again.

“I’m so addicted to making you come.” His voice was barely above a needy whisper. “And I’m a pathetic junkie, I know, I know. But I- please…” He was grinding against you, slowly and softly, but enough to make your throat clench as your mouth hung open. “Please let me in your pussy again, please babygirl, please.” His lips parted on your neck and he released a heavy, hot exhale. “I know that it’s so, so late, but I can’t help myself. Please. I just need you all the time, please.” He let out a heady moan, his tongue dragging along your skin. “Please.”

“Motherfucker…” You puffed, feeling goosebumps. “How do you fuckin’ do that?”

“See? It’s great when you tell me what you want and then I can give it to you and get you- what was your phrasing?” He considered this while pressing his fingers to your cunt, making your hips jolt. “Oh right, uncomfortably wet.”

“Sonofa… you had better fuck me now, ‘cause there is literally not a cold enough shower in the whole entire universe.”

He was laughing quietly to himself as he leant back and you heard the bedside draw roll open. “Do you need some more inspiration for your little list of ways to use me?”

You nodded jerkily. “Yes, yes I really do, please.”

“Hey, that’s my line.” He said over the crinkle of the condom wrapper being ripped open.

“You’re so goddamn rude. Get over here and I’ll give you something to fuckin’ chefs kiss over.”

His body returned to yours, immediately closer and immediately raising the stakes. “You wanna use me, kitten? ‘Cause I really want you to use me…” He kissed you deeply, drawing moans from your lips. “Please.” Your toes curled just listening to how his voice melted over that word. “Please use my body to make yourself come again. I wanna feel you come again, please, please.”

“God, Daddy.” You arched your back up into him, your voice breaking.

You sank into the long and passionate kisses that he was sharing with you. Your lips moved together, picking up an indulgent rhythm that allowed him to bring you into a state of deep yearning.

You were moving your body again, needing to get some more of your energy out through gentle rolls of your hips. You needed to build some friction between the two of you because you were unable to hide how eager you were, unable to settle and pretend to possess more patience than you actually did.

“Please.” He whined, breaking the contact between your mouths, severing the momentum.

Even though he was holding your hips and rocking with you - he wasn’t yet penetrating you. It took a second or two before you realised what was causing this delay - he wanted you to take the initiative, wanted to give you a taste of control because he truly did want to inspire a new thought process in you.

You put both of your legs around his waist this time, squeezing your thighs as you tilted your hips back. With some further rubbing and exploratory thrusts, you were able to bring his tip towards your entrance.

You heard his breath get stuck in his throat as you eased yourself up, stuffing him into your cunt. His body shivered and when he did breathe again, it was a series of breathy moans - they were long, they were low.

“Good kitten, good, good kitten.” He murmured. “What a good little- ah…” The tension that had allowed him to keep his body somewhat elevated, it left him and he slid down further, more of him disappearing into your clenching cunt. “Fuck, oh, baby…”

You didn’t want to wait - you didn’t need to build anything, you were already so aroused, positively ready to be swallowed up by his renewed desires. When his arms wrapped around your body, you responded by pulling your legs tighter, your ankles crossed over one another at the small of his back. Your cunt stretched to fit more of his length into you, your walls already fluttering as butterflies filled your stomach.

“Please ride me ‘til I’m fuckin’ dry…” He groaned, his hips stuttering against yours.

You didn’t hold back, letting your body move into immediate action. You felt more desperate than you had earlier tonight, the way his dick throbbed within you made you want to get to that edge. 

The more that you moved, the more that he responded until you were working each other into a brutal pace. He was getting louder and you were getting wetter. Every collision delivered him deeper into you.

When he kissed you again, you couldn’t help but suck on his bottom lip, letting your teeth brush over the sensitive skin. You put your hand into his hair - already making use of one of your new ideas and pulling on the strands. This made him growl against your mouth, his urgency increasing the force of his thrusts.

"Yes, yes, yes." You sighed.

"Cover me in your cum baby. Cover me, please, please." It became a chant, matching the timing of his body slapping into you. "Please, please, please."

You felt the intense sensations flooding through you, filling you with dazzling sparks. Your body began to contort and you lurched forward, folding your torso as you buried your head in the curve of his neck.

You cried out, all of your body clenching around him, grasping for your orgasm. As much as you were determined to keep jerking into him, to follow these pulses - you were buckling. 

Your legs became limp and you depended on his strength to keep going. You felt yourself shattering, plunging deep into these overwhelming stimulations.

"Daddy, Daddy, yes."

"Come for me kitty, please." It was his turn to pull on your hair, forcing your head back as his words gained a different edge. He was no longer pleading, now he was commanding. "Please, please, please."

He rutted into you, his arms pulling your body to his again-and-again. You could hear the air being pushed from his lungs as his groans got louder. "Please, please… ugh, please, please babygirl, please."

You were shattering, your body becoming overcome with uncontrollable vibrations and you shouted out. Everything clenched down harder before you felt the snap and you could melt into the bliss of your climax.

He was groaning his way into his release, switching between saying please and your name - until the two words couldn't be distinguished from one another.

He teased out the end of his orgasm with thorough, long strokes that plunged deep into you. You collapsed forward into him, cradling his head in your arms as he finally stilled.

You felt yourself beginning to relax, ready to come down after being made so spectacularly complete. He looked up at you, smiling through his laboured attempts at catching his breath.

"Should I do it this time?" You asked, giggling at the confused look that came across his face. 

Instead of saying anything, you puckered your lips while pinching your thumb and three of your fingers together. You kissed your fingertips then released your hand in a flourish, making him groan.

--- --- ---

"Wow, look at how pretty." You admired, stroking the gathered rows of pearls, enjoying the rattle they made. You let your fingers rest at the oversized pearl that sat at the centre.

"Do you wanna put this in your mouth? I bet it'd look even better in your mouth, between those sexy lips. Don't you think?"

Damiano licked his lips, securing his fingers around the plastic pearls. "Sure thing, babygirl."

You watched keenly, immensely enjoying this radical reversing of your roles. Now he was the one being gagged.

He waggled his eyebrows up-and-down at you, making you giggle. You leant in closer, your fingers brushing lightly across his bare thigh. You bumped your nose against his, kissing him just to the side of his mouth.

"I was right, that does look better in between your lips. Not as good as my clit looks there, but it's still very sexy."

You were sitting facing one another on your bed, your skin prickling with anticipation. Your mind was a disorganised mess of ideas and you hardly knew where to go next. He could always take you on a journey, with one action melting effortlessly into the next, a natural progression. But you didn't have any kind of running order in mind - you were simply flinging yourself from one horny idea to the next.

You pretended to have a sudden realisation. "Oh fuck, I just remembered there was something else that I forgot to grab from the living room." His nostrils flared. "My wand. And I really wanted to use it tonight."

He spat the ball out of his mouth, looking at you, annoyance quickly flashing in his eyes. "Another thing?"

You feigned surprise. "Is that a problem for you, darling?"

"No." His tone didn't quite match the word. "I just thought that after the wine and the chapstick and your phone charger- I thought I'd already gotten you everything and that we could start."

"We are gonna start, once I get my wand. I thought it could be included, but if you don't wanna do what I say…"

He showed you his palms in a sign of surrender. "Fine, I'll go get it." He stood up. "But are you sure that you don't need anything else while I'm out there? 'Cause I feel like I'm doing laps here."

You couldn't deny that the exasperation was amusing, it was funny watching him struggle against his habit of telling you what to do, of being treated like a king by everyone around him. You kept yourself separated from this little annoyed act. "I don't want anything other than my wand." He nodded, starting to turn to leave before you decided to add something else. "I might also like a boyfriend who does what he's told, without having a diva attitude. Maybe you could make it up to me by crawling back into this room."

"Yes kitty." He said.

You were still smiling to yourself, taking a leisurely sip of your white wine. You wondered when you would find the point that made him snap, the point when he decided it wasn't worth playing this game anymore. But he was genuinely trying here, trying to give you this new experience. And you appreciated this effort.

Your cheeks burnt with heat when he came back into view, crawling along the ground on his hands and knees.

You returned your glass to the bedside table and placed your feet on the ground, moving your thighs apart. "Thank you Daddy, what a fantastic delivery service."

He moved across the floor on his knees until he was positioned between your feet. He offered the vibrator to you and as you accepted it, you swept down to give him a kiss. 

You placed it aside, to where you could grab it later. With both of your hands free, you put them to his head, fingers stroking across his skin as you kissed him deeply. You caressed his cheek, while your other hand tickled at the skin behind his ear. When you felt his mouth grow slack, you eased your tongue into him, drawing his taste into your mouth. His hands moved up to your legs, massaging you, heating up your skin.

"Do you like me crawling around for you?" He asked.

Your eyes opened to meet his and you smiled. "Yes. This is a good spot for you."

"I agree." He kissed you again before lowering his gaze. "I'd be happy to spend the rest of my life right here, right in between your legs." He lifted up to kiss your neck, hot lips moving across your skin. "Let me worship you." He worked down, moving gently. "Please, babygirl. Please."

You sighed, shifting towards the edge of the bed, your panties sticking uncomfortably into your body. You moved your hand down his back, letting your nails scrape across his skin. 

“Please.” He murmured against your skin before his lips wet your nipple.

He sucked it into his mouth, the rock hard peak manipulated by his tongue with your stomach knotting in response. You could feel it so much deeper, locking your concentration into your body.

Your breath was getting stuck in your throat more-and-more. He was moving lower again and you increased the pressure of your rubbing behind his ear. Your legs felt like jelly and you were being lulled, ready to float away.

He picked up the waistband of your panties between his teeth. It snapped back against your skin and he looked up at you. "Please, let me worship you, let me worship this body." He ran his fingers beneath the waistband. "It's all I want to do." You were certain that he could smell the wet desire that was pooling in your pussy. "Please kitten, please. Use me, use my mouth, use my hands- whatever you want. Just please let me worship you."

You had to stop yourself from saying please - your manners made you want to ask politely, you were so unaccustomed to simply telling someone what you wanted. "Yes." You felt like you weren't behaving accordingly, prompting you to add something more. You put your hand into his hair, pushing his head back. "You say worship, I hope you're gonna deliver and not waste my time."

"Never." He said, sliding his fingers further into your underwear. "But if I do- you can spank me and teach me a lesson."

You grinned and lifted your butt from the bed, with him instantly ripping the lingerie down your legs. His eyes appraised your naked body as you settled yourself back down. He licked his lips, looking to your pussy as he moved in closer.

The anticipation made you feel like the whole world was stopping. Then you felt his tongue on your skin and you hummed out your approval, tilting your hips.

For a moment you forgot about the role you were supposed to be playing, you forgot about which words you weren't supposed to say. Your eyes fluttered shut and you let yourself surrender, amazed by what your boyfriend could do with that tongue.

He began at your clit, making your heart leap into your throat and you wanted to clamp your legs shut, embarrassed by how easily he could get you feeling ready to come undone. Now you squeezed your eyes shut, feeling him tease your clitoral hood from side-to-side.

Your chin dropped, your centre of gravity swaying when he brought the pulsing bundle of nerves into his mouth. He massaged you between his lips, making you squirm. Your chest swelled, filled with so many moans.

He rolled his tongue over your clit before dipping lower, seeking out the source of your wetness. Your hips stuttered forward as he explored to your entrance, his tongue eagerly lapping into your slit. You spread your legs even further apart, further away from his head.

You laid back, a hand going to your mouth when his tongue filled your cunt. He worked his tongue inside of you, caressing across your walls and bringing even more of your moisture into his mouth. You were smiling to yourself, savouring his measured strokes.

You reached your hand across the bed, finding the vibrating wand. You turned it on to the lowest setting and let it come to rest on your tummy, beneath your navel. The pulsations radiated through you, giving you a new source of stimulation to match what he was drawing out of your pussy.

You pushed the toy down lower, closer to your pubic mound. He curled his tongue up, making you twitch. You pressed the wand harder to your skin, letting your muscles feel the vibrations all the more. He flicked his tongue up-and-down, setting a fire in your gut.

You bit into your lip as you moved the wand lower again. Your hips jolted in response to this new level of excitement and you felt him sink deeper into you. The vibrations of the wand began to harmonize with the movements of his tongue. You couldn't keep yourself still, your body wanting to chase itself into an orgasm.

You were trembling when you lifted the toy from your body, readjusting your grip. You draped one of your legs across his shoulder as he started to settle into a rhythm of deep and long strokes. You changed the setting to a slightly higher intensity.

He snapped his head up as soon as you placed the pulsing end to the nape of his neck. He looked at you, mouth open as it glistened with your cum.

"Something wrong, babe?" You asked, grinning at him.

"No. I just figured you'd keep that on yourself."

You shrugged a shoulder. "I didn't want anything to distract me from your worshipping."

"Right, well put it back on me and I'll give you something you can't get distracted from."

"Hey." The assertive tone in your voice surprised you. "You did not say please."

His eyes were wide as he smiled at you and you knew you had impressed him. "Please." He moaned, louder than before. "Please put your toy on me, not on yourself. I wanna feel it vibrating down my spine as I fuckin' drink up your orgasm."

You bit your lip and reached the wand out, placing it to the back of his neck. His eyelids fluttered shut and he let out a deep breath, his jaw clenching for a moment. When he opened his eyes and found you watching him, he winked. You giggled as he moved back into that perfect position at your cunt.

He kissed at your clitoris, letting the heat of his mouth engulf you, enough to make your arm holding the toy shake. He used his tongue on the quivering bud next, swirling around it with deep and determined movements. As he gained speed, you put your unoccupied hand into his hair, your fingers moving in between the strands, ready to grip but not yet.

His tongue moved down, his lips following with determined kisses along all of your wet skin, until he was at your slit. You waited, wanting to grind into his face.

When he started speaking, his words were half-muffled as he kept one of your labia in between his lips. "Please come on my tongue." You shivered, enthralled by the idea. "Please babygirl, I want your cum all over my mouth. Please."

"Mm-hmm." Your throat was too tight for you to form any actual words.

But this was enough for him, his lips parting so that his tongue could play at your dripping pussy. You moaned loudly as he started to ease himself back into your body, sliding in smoothly and gently. His tongue pushed between your walls, letting you feel him deeper as you felt your core tightening, becoming hyper-aware of every slight shift. Your sensitivities were opening up for him, ready for him to play with you exactly as you needed.

"Fuck…" You breathed, your thighs clenching.

He buried so deep into you, your cunt spasming around every inch of his tongue as you hungered for more. His lips met yours and all that you knew was the heat from his mouth.

He stroked inside of you, giving you the most intimate and most perfect massage. He moved slowly, gradually discovering more-and-more of your taste. He would draw his tongue back, gulping you down his throat as your cunt tingled, lips clenched as you longed to have him back. And he always came back, as deep as the last time.

Rolling in and then back out, the movements of his tongue were hypnotizing you. Your hips wanted to chase his rhythm, beginning to rock into him. Your hand curled into a fist around his hair as the need in you expanded.

He pulled back before you could find the necessary momentum. But he was soon knocking the air out of your lungs when he plunged a finger into you, immediately coated in your wetness. You groaned through some strong body shivers as he caressed inside of you, his finger finding those favourite spots to push against.

A second finger came into your pussy before your clitoral hood was covered by his mouth again. You couldn't help but tug on his hair, your hips rocking, quicker than before.

"Oh fuck…" You breathed, practically levitating off of the mattress as you arched your back more.

"Kitty, you taste so good." He said, tongue touching to your clit. "I wanna drink you forever." Your movements were jerky, losing their smoothness as he carried on fucking you with his fingers. "Please let me drink you, please."

The neediness in his voice was driving you crazy. You wanted to snap.

You used your hand to pull his head away, exerting some effort as you looked down at him.

"Come up here, baby." You instructed and his fingers were quickly sliding out of your pussy.

He pulled himself up onto the bed with you, making moves to mount you. You wrapped your arms around him, kissing him and tasting your own desperation. 

"You have to…" You worked to get the shaking out of your voice. "You have to get on your back." You put your hands to his chest. "I need you on…" You had to pause to lick your lips and he waited patiently, eyes moving across your face. He had an expectant smile on his mouth and it made you feel shy, made you want to stop talking. "I need you on your back for me to use you."

"As you wish, kitten." He whispered, one last long look in your eyes before he moved off of you.

He moved over to lie his head on the pillow and raised his arms up by the headboard. You ran your hand up his leg as you moved closer to him.

"This underwear has got to go." You said, hesitating from grabbing the pair of restraints. "And I think I'm gonna keep them."

His eyes grew wide. "But they're my Calvin's."

"Not anymore, they're mine, not yours and not Calvin's. I'm gonna keep them, maybe wear them." You said and he just frowned, ready to pout. "Maybe play with myself a little while I wear them and get them covered in my cum, accidentally." He sat forward, keenly interested now. "I guess you can have them back after that, maybe- I don't know, would you even want them at that point?"

"Yes." He answered, making quick work of pushing the briefs down and enthusiastically handing them to you. "You can do whatever you want with them."

You giggled - this assertiveness didn't feel entirely natural, but it did yield fantastic results. You placed his briefs aside, finally beginning to repay the favour of all the pairs of your underwear he had helped himself to.

"Are you still having fun Daddy?" You asked.

He finished rolling the condom down his entire length, looking at you with a raised eyebrow. "Don't get so concerned with what I find fun or what will turn me on. Watching you get off, that's what I need to come like a needy little motherfucker. It's all about you and how you wanna use me, please don't forget that."

"Right then, well, put your arms up." You picked up the pair of padded cuffs. You closed one around his wrist, then linked the chain in and around a couple of the rungs of your headboard. You changed the tone of your voice, lowering it as you affixed the other cuff on his unrestrained wrist. "I'm gonna use you as my toy." You saw his eyes flutter shut and you moved your lips close to his cheek. "I'm gonna use this amazing body, use it harder than I've used any toy before. Do you wanna be my favourite toy?"

"Yes, please." He whispered.

You smiled, taking your time to enjoy the view that you had achieved. Your eyes raced all over his body, enjoying thoughts of all the things you could do. No one else got to see him like this, to know how he looked when vulnerable. He was yours - absolutely and entirely. He was now the fuck toy, exclusively your fuck toy.

You laid down next to him, putting one of your legs between his without making any further moves to climb on top of him. You began to kiss him, slowly, letting your mouth warm his.

One of your hands ran down his chest while the other reached out behind you, seeking for the vibrator. You could feel your pussy twitching, thrilled by all of the possibilities.

He didn't have any reactions to the toy, as you brought it closer, switching it on again. You got your first response when you put the head of the toy at his tip. He jolted, gasping as he was truly surprised by you.

"Jesus, holy- are you trying to make me come, like, right away?" He asked, his arms straining against the cuffs already.

"No." You eased the wand higher up his cock. "I just thought it would be fun if we shared. And you are so not allowed to come until I say."

He drew in a shaky breath. "You're really sexy when you're mean."

You grinned, taking the pulsing toy off of his cock to rest it against the inside of his thigh. He was moaning into your mouth when you kissed him again and you guided your tongue into him as you eased the wand higher up, closer to his crotch again.

You moved your leg up some more, spreading yourself. You placed your cunt over the bulb of the wand, your heart lodging into your throat.

You had to break away to catch your breath, resting your forehead against his and waiting for him to open his eyes. "You're the best daddy, you buy me such nice toys." You shivered, pressing down harder onto the vibrator. "Toys that make me feel so good- so so so so good, Daddy." 

He was smiling, watching you with dark, hazy eyes. "Anything for my kitty."

You sighed, rolling your hips before you decided against the wand to get you through. You pulled it away and switched it off, pressing your cunt to his thigh because you couldn't stand to lose the pressure altogether.

You held the toy up to his mouth and he instantly offered his tongue to clean your cum from its surface. You breathed heavily, doing your best to stay still for the moment.

Once the toy was cleaned up, you switched it to the lowest setting. His legs shook as you put the pulsating end to the underside of his hardness. You rested your cheek on his skin, teeth wanting to sink into his shoulder and you clenched your thighs.

You kept your attention on him, rolling the toy gradually away from his base. His legs refused to stay still and you could see that he was biting into his bottom lip.

"Please let me fuck you." He whimpered, moving into a new height of vulnerability. "Please baby, please."

"You're really good at pleading." You admired, sitting up to move your pussy off of him. "You sound so fuckin' hot, it makes me wanna tease you more, honestly."

His arms strained against the strength of the cuffs all the more as you brought the wand closer to his tip again. "I'll plead as long as you like, babygirl." His head slumped back and some of that constant-cockiness left his voice. "I'll keep saying please, as long as it gets you wet, I'll keep saying it. Please."

You pulled the toy away before it could stimulate his tip any further. You moved a leg across his lap. You eased forward and planted your knees on either side of his hips.

You sat yourself down on his thighs, his cock resting against your crotch. Even as you felt your heart rate increasing, you didn't move forward to draw him into your cunt. You took a pause to brace yourself, wanting to soak in all of this glory.

You ghosted one of your fingers along the side of his cock, feeling how it throbbed for your attention. "Is this my cock tonight, do I own this?"

"Yes." He shuddered. "You own it, take it, do whatever you want with it babygirl."

You considered your next move, but you started speaking before you could shy away entirely. "If it's mine, well then it should probably taste like me, right?"

"Yes, yes, yes, please." He tilted his hips back, clearly thinking you were going to take him in.

You pinched the skin of his stomach, getting him to look at you. You achieved another surprise when you drew your cheeks in, gathering all of your saliva to the tip of your tongue. You looked down to his cock and confidently shot the spit down onto his tip.

"Holy- mm. When did you get so good at this?" He asked, pounding his ankles against the mattress in a brief attempt to get some of this desperate energy out.

"I learnt from the master. My very patient, very thorough master."

You turned the toy on again, using the trio of the letter X that was inked onto his skin as your guiding point. You placed the head of the toy here, with him whimpering in response.

As he was being rocked by these pulsations, you pushed forward, letting your labia majora open around his length. His cock nestled perfectly into this wet area and you rolled your hips to run him along your clit.

"Oh, Dami…" You whined as tingles radiated out from this point of contact, filling your thighs with twitches.

"Please let me fuck you." There was a strain in his voice and you could feel him trembling beneath you.

You wanted to stretch this moment out, giving your clit the slow attention it had been hungering for. You drew yourself up and then back down his cock with controlled movements of your hips. You savoured every one of his strangled noises, each one more erotic than the last. You wanted to remember every detail, to come back to this with perfect clarity of how helpless he had looked.

"Oh please…" He moaned. "Please let me fuck that wet pussy, I'll make you feel so good, please."

He was arching his back, trying to make his own moves, despite the fact that he was in restraints. It would have been easy to let him take over and you knew it wouldn't lead to a disappointing conclusion. 

But treating him as a submissive had gotten you this far and you wanted to keep going, to let this playing reach its own ending - you didn't want to interrupt this flow.

Your hips started to pick up speed, your need for greater stimulation betraying your plans of something more gradual.

"Oh, please, please." He sputtered. "Just the tip. What if-..." His chest heaved over desperate breaths, the chain rattling as he strained against the cuffs more. "What if I just put the tip in? Could I- un fuck! Please just- God, I'm so sensitive, I need to just… just the tip, please."

He sounded crazed, unable to keep quiet and you were amazed, daunted. 

You leant down, your mouth dry as you wondered how much longer you could keep this going. You hovered above his face, watching him squirm. "Oh Daddy, you wanna fuck me so bad." You lifted the pearl necklace, moving the thinner strands up over his bottom lip. “You’ve never begged me like this, ever. You only wanna put the tip in?”

“I just need to…” He whimpered, eyes meeting yours. “I just need to be inside of you, babygirl, please.”

You held yourself still, letting his tremors work themselves out against you. You moved the vibrating toy leisurely across his skin, drawing a horizontal line over the area. His breaths rattled and you watched the chords on his neck stand out, his composure ready to leave him.

“Are you gonna be able to wait ‘til I tell you to come?”

He moaned, teeth clashing against the pearls in his mouth. “Yes, I’ll be good for you. I’ll do whatever you say. Please, please just let me inside. I need to be inside of that wet pussy.”

You pushed through the shake in your voice to keep talking, to keep playing this role. “Okay, but I want more than just the tip.” You turned the wand off and placed it aside. “I want so much more.” You put a hand to his throat, squeezing a little, letting him feel your nails dig into the skin. “I want all of it, Damiano.”

“All of it, all of me, take it- take all of me.” He babbled, his legs bending, which brought you forward a bit more, more of your body weight resting against his dick. “All of it, use me, use me, please.”

You moved the pearls out of his mouth, making room between his lips for your own. You slid your hand up to his cheek as you moved up his chest some more. Your dripping cunt getting closer to letting him in.

As you lifted your hips, you kissed him. Your lips immediately cradled his top lip with you running your tongue along the inside of it, even though it was already so wet. The chains rattled and his legs lifted higher still, you could sense him wanting to take the control back.

You lined your slit up with his dick, you could already feel him throbbing. His bottom lip trembled, unable to stay consistent on your mouth. You drank in all of his whimpers and moans, letting the desire swell in your chest.

You gripped him, slowly filling yourself with his length as your desires combined. You slid down upon what was already moistened with your arousal, almost down to the base. 

You kissed him deeply, the two of you passing desperate whines between your mouths. You were feeling all of your sensitivities more, you were already so tight around him, so ready to lose your mind to his movements.

Some minor, experimental pumps were enough to have you aching all over, needing to feel his throb with everything that you had. You broke away from kissing him, ready to sit up. Before you did, you secured your fingers around the strands of the pearl necklace, lifting it up to his mouth again.

His eyes met yours, focused through his fevered needs. “You’re doing amazing, kitten.” He licked his lips. “You’re so good at this.”

You smiled, kissing him on the cheek as you placed the ball-gag between his lips. You moved your hands around to the back of his head and you changed the position of the necklaces latch, keeping it securely here.

The gag wasn’t enough to silence him, his needy cries remained present in the still air of the bedroom. But that wasn’t the point, it was about the image and how it added to the shockwaves that wanted to take over your body.

You sat up and arched your back, feeling him close to your g-spot. You grinded down, bringing more of him into you, letting him feel even more of your spasms around him.

“Uh… oh, fuck…” You gasped, keeping yourself still any longer was not an option.

You wanted to fall apart, barely bracing yourself with your knees on either side of his hips. You pumped yourself up-and-down on him, your heart lodged into your throat as he followed you into a hungry pace.

His nostrils were flared, moans coming from deep in his throat, a series of wordless sounds of encouragement. “Mm-hmm, mm-hmm, mm-hmm, mm!” His jerky movements matched his loud noises.

You lurched forward, grabbing for the headboard. You worked yourself against him, his engorged cock rubbing at your g-spot. At a brutal pace, you felt yourself getting closer to your release. You shuddered and clenched around him, wonderful heat spreading throughout your whole body.

“Mm-hmm, mm-hmm.”

“Yes.” You moaned, your voice breaking. “Ah, God- who’s the… unf, who’s the cumslut now?”

“Mm, mm.”

There wasn’t any time between the collisions, your bodies bouncing against the mattress, rocketing into one another. You couldn’t stop, you couldn’t catch your breath. You could feel how close you were to the edge.

“Oh, God- I’m gonna- gonna… ah! I’m gonna come.” You cried out, over the sounds of your cunt working him over. “I’m gonna come. Shit, uh. Come with me.”

You half-collapsed onto him, your energy ready to leave you. Your chin tucked down to your chest as one ragged breath followed the other. He guided you through, noisily working up into you until you were convulsing into your orgasm.

You spilled yourself around him as he pummelled into you. Your chest constricted and you slumped on top of him. You rested your cheek against his skin, your mouth gaping open. You continued to spasm around him, milking out all of his release.

You were shivering as you rolled onto the bed, feeling a sheen of sweat all over your body. You struggled for breath, reaching up to remove the shackles from his wrists. He instantly detached the ball-gag from around his head and came in closer to you.

“Holy shit…” He wrapped his arms around you. “You did… wow, you really fuckin’ did that, huh? How do you feel?”

“Really tired, that was just so intense and I- I don’t have any energy left, oh at all. I’m gonna pass out here, okay? And you can just do whatever you want.”

"Did you still want me to write on you?"

"Huh? Oh yeah, yeah, definitely. I just- where's my pearls? I wanna…" You accepted them into your trembling hands. "I wanna wear them."

You secured the choker around your neck, comforted by that familiar smoothness on your skin. You rolled onto your back, hearing him uncap the marker.

"Did I spit on you enough?" You asked.

"Yeah, are you kidding? I didn't have to ask you to do that. Insanely hot." He picked up some of the bedsheet to wipe across your skin, wiping up your sweat before he started to write on your stomach. "There isn’t a quota I was expecting you to hit- you just do what feels right, do what feels sexy."

"I called you a cumslut, was that okay?" You asked.

"It's what I am, baby." He said. "What's going on with your praise kink right now? Do you want me to give you a grade?"

"I dunno, maybe. I just- are you sure that I did okay?" You asked as he printed careful letters across your flesh. "Like, I had fun and, don't get me wrong, I really loved having you beg, but I just- up until the end there, it just didn't fully feel natural and-..."

"It's okay." He said soothingly. "You just have more fun when you're the sub, is that it?"

You nodded. "Yeah…"

"What do you look so upset for?" He asked. "Hey, sit up, look at me, please." He grabbed your hands, pulling you into a sitting position. He settled between your legs, wrapping his arms around your waist. "You did amazing, but if that didn't suit you, if that didn't make you feel your kinkiest fantasies- it's fine. I'm just really happy that you were willing to try it and maybe you found something you did like and wanna try that again, we can, if not- whatever. I just wanted you to feel empowered to do what feels good for you.

"But I'm not disappointed. I really had fun and you blew my mind, do you know why?" He trained the marker back to your skin. "Because you're a good kitten."

You ran your hand through his hair. "I love you."

"And I love you, you're so sexy, so willing and so corrupt." He said. "Now, why don't you lay back and let Daddy take care of you in just the way you like, okay?"

You returned your head back onto the pillow, enjoying the slight tickle of him writing on you. "So, you were happy to not have any control, to get no say over what happened and when?"

He paused, the pen leaving your skin as he looked up at you, eyes wide. "You know what- I left a lot of my spit on your necklace there, how about you put that in your mouth and clean it up for me, hm?"

You rolled your eyes, smiling to yourself as you readjusted the gag to place it in your mouth. Your eyes began to flutter shut and you relaxed, letting your mind go blank as you became content.

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“ Shit. ShitShitShit--- ”

It’s no surprise that the body’s been left undisturbed at this hour--- the seawater is black and the breakers provide the only contrast, white foam peaks that transform the Atlantic from void to ocean. All of Crockett is sound asleep in their beds, and the dim cast of the street lamps reveal no silhouettes. Father Paul sprints off of the gravel road and out towards the now-low tide, fighting the exhaustion quickly overwhelming his calves from trudging through wet, heavy sand. He hops along on one foot, then the other, tearing at the laces of his boots and tossing them aside without care to wherever they might land, hoping the loss of weight will help him traverse the beach’s length with more ease. And it does, to an extent.

He can’t make out how long Nathan’s been here, but it’s been long enough that the blood has dried brown on his skin and the sand alike. Where the blood is coming from, exactly, is yet another thing he cannot make out in the darkness. His search for a wound is hurried, sloppy, yes, and yet it’s as if any mere suggestion of injury has all but disappeared from the young man’s body. Only the blood remains.

Blood.... Blood.... If the blood of an angel can turn back the clock on an 80-year-old man’s mind and body, then surely it can resurrect a dead boy. It should. It must.

   In truth, he hasn’t a clue.  But it won’t stop him from trying.

Shaking hands fumble through his worn leather messenger bag, until they at last pinch the cool glass of a small bottle. He twists the silver cap off of the Sacrament with excessive, urgent haste. One hand lifts Nathan’s head by the nape of his neck, the other holds the quivering rim of the bottleneck against his lips. And the priest mutters curses of frustration as the crimson liquid keeps pooling and spilling from Nathan’s mouth, staining the boy’s chin and cheeks with thin rivulets of red.

     “ God, no--- God dammit Nathan. Drink. Wake up and drink. ”

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La luce che di notte disegna la vita - Valle dei templi, Cefalu, Palermo, Caltagirone, Castellamare Gangi, Modica, Novara di Sicilia, Caccamo

Perché, il prezzo dell’amore, per quanto si dica e si pensi, è perdere se stessi, non esser più quel bambino egoista che vuole e pretende, il piccolo Caino, che si pone al centro del mondo e lo ritiene suo, unicamente suo.

Il prezzo dell’amore è vedere nei suoi occhi tutto il mondo che esiste e quello che hai inventato per fuggire al dolore, al silenzio di essere solo senza abbracci che ti sazino e calore che nutra le tue insicurezze facendole fiorire a creare la tua immortale primavera.

Il prezzo dell’amore è unire la propria libertà ad un'altra e dover a volte subire e a volte far subire momenti noiosi e situazioni spiacevoli solo per trovarsi uniti alla fine del giorno anche da questi momenti di non amore nati per amore.

Il prezzo dell’amore è sapere che quando finisce per esso si può soffrire tanto quanto si è amato e che nessuno potrà capire questo tuo oscuro malessere, questa anoressia esistenziale per cui non potrai più nutrirti della vita che ti circonda, della sua bellezza e delle sue speranze. Nessuno ti salverà dal tuo essere solo, dal tuo vedere del mondo solo il vuoto e il freddo che chi amavi ha lasciato, nella sua eredità di rimpianti, nella rabbia e nell’odio che hanno vinto i sorrisi e gli abbracci ora sepolti in un cimitero di ricordi in cui ti aggiri incapace di capire, indifeso e stordito dal nulla in cui sei.

Il prezzo dell’amore è la luce del giorno che resta in tè, quella luce che chi ami ti ha donato, quella luce che a chi ami hai affidato, quella luce che riempie la tua carne e che la tua anima conserva e coltiva. È quella luce che nella notte disegna la vita, che vedi nei suoi occhi e insegui sulla sua pelle, che ti dona con le sue labbra e ti abbaglia con la sua semplice e terribile forza, è questa luce il prezzo che ognuno di voi due deve pagare per poter amare veramente e totalmente.

Because, the price of love, no matter how much we say and think, is to lose yourself, to no longer be that selfish child who wants and demands, no longer be a little Cain, who places himself at the center of the world and considers it his, uniquely his. . The price of love is to see in her eyes all the world that exists and what you invented to escape pain, to the silence of being alone without hugs that satisfy you and warmth that nourishes your insecurities making them bloom to create your immortal spring. . The price of love is to unite one's freedom with another and sometimes having to undergo and sometimes have boring moments and unpleasant situations only to find both of you united at the end of the day even by these moments of non-love born out of love. The price of love is knowing that when it ends you can suffer as much as you have loved and that no one will be able to understand your dark malaise, this existential anorexia for which you will no longer be able to feed on the life that surrounds you, its beauty and its hopes. Nobody will save you from remaining alone, from your seeing of the world only the emptiness and the cold that the one you loved has left, in his legacy of regrets, in the anger and hatred that have overcome the smiles and hugs now buried in a cemetery of memories in which you wander unable to understand, helpless and stunned by the nothing you are in. The price of love is the light of day that remains in you, that light that the one you love has given you, that light that you have entrusted to the one you love, that light that fills your flesh and that your soul preserves and cultivates. It is that light that draws life in the night, that you see in her eyes and chases on her skin, that gives you with her lips and dazzles you with her simple and terrible strength, this light is the price that each of you must to pay in order to love truly and totally.