#morté

[fawnuh]

Morté update!

[whereisthedamndaddymanual]

If I can find the damn thing I should bring Le Morté De Arthur to work

If nothing else reading out loud in a Middle English accent is fun

[adrianomontanaroalessandria]

Incidente a Roccaforte Mondovì: un ferito grave

Questa sera, venerdì 20 maggio, un incidente è avvenuto sulla strada provinciale 5 tra il comune di Roccaforte Mondovì e quello di Chiusa di Pesio. L’impatto è successo in direzione del Morté. Da quello che trapela sembra che nel sinistro si sia gravemente ferita una persona di 49 anni, trasportata dal soccorso sanitario del 118 … Leggi tutto L'articolo Incidente a Roccaforte... Per il contenuto completo visitate il sito https://ift.tt/QRWVs84

da Quotidiano Piemontese - Home Page https://ift.tt/0HFMa8I via Adriano Montanaro - Alessandria

[harryskalechips]

Lmao someone sent me a request about H teasing Y/N about her 1D collection OMG NOW I WANNA SHOW YOU MINE AND LET YOU ALL KNOW I AM Y/N thats me🥺🥺🥺

[doodlesofmiddleverse]

New Character! Charla Morté Also new fact about Necro Demons. Guess Yuro actually Does have horns and a tail. I wanna give her a tattoo. What do you think? Cute Bow or maybe Crystals?

[chainging]

Ci sono mattine che proprio non ce la faccio a "scendere il cane" prima di un caffé. “5 minuti Ciuffia, devo prendere contatto col mondo” gli spiego. Quei 5 minuti bastano ed avanzano all’infame per organizzare la propria pedagogica vendetta, puntualmente messa in atto approfittando di ogni mia minima distrazione. E mentre mi guarda amorevole e comprensivo, sono quasi certo di sentirlo intonare sotto i baffi, l’impunito, un irridente motivetto sulle note de "l'aiuola" (quanta pertinenza nella selezione del brano) di Grignani:

Ti cagheró in balcone Quando fai colazione, Ti pisceró in terrazzo Dopo che passi lo straccio. Appena che entri in bagno Ti ci rifaccio uno stagno E mentre bestemmi dio Ricorda: vengo prima io

[jjksecondcheekmole]

La petite morté

Summary: You find yourself in a night of wild fantasy teethering on something fragile between two men you loved but dare not hope for anything.

Tags: PWP with emotions (?) M/M/F, OC (represented as 'you'), exhibitionism, voyeurism, sharing between partners, unbloomed feelings, not pre-discussed kink negotiation, unsafe vaginal sex

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'Hyung.' Jungkook's voice comes out real soft, almost sombre for the debauched display in front of him. Yoongi's eyes are almost dazed over.

'Hyung, do you want to see her?'

It is a bold question, you want to say to Kook. But, the hard line of Yoongi's cock in his shorts beneath your spread thighs jump slightly at the suggestion and Yoongi mewls, helpless and so so horny.

Jungkook turns to you finally, almost as if now realising you are truly present with them here.

'Babe, you don't mind showing hyung, do you?' Your Champaign-drenched nipples are already hard enough to be see-through in your tiny tank top.

Yoongi's beautiful, long fingers gently rub your exposed sides above your pajama shorts in quiet affirmation.

'Yeah, Kook. Hyung can see. Why don't you show hyung what you like?'

'Fuck ' they curse in unison. It would be quite hilarious had you not been riding dry your friend while your boyfriend eggs on.

Jungkook's soft fingers gently remove your tank top, leaving you only in your tiny bra and shorts. You unwittingly spread your legs further, lining up Yoongi's cock perfectly alighned to gently rub your core against. You all three moan in unison.

'Look at her, hyung. She is so beautiful.'

'Yeah, Guk. God, can I touch you babe?' Yoongi grips your waist and pull you up slightly and slam his hips up at you. Sparks of arousal fly through the room. For a while it is just the sound of heavy breathing, before Jungkook bends forward from where he is sitting near Yoongi's head and pulls down one of the bra cup to latch his mouth on your nipple. You cry out at the sansation.

Yoongi's fingers find your other boob and massages it into his palm like a dough.

You three stay on the precipice of soft arousal like that until you feel your short sticking to your wet core and making the friction way more desperate.

'Fuck. Babe, stop.' two pairs of hands and a pair of lips disappear from your body instantly, just like that. You want to coo at them for always being so kind and in tune with each other's needs.

'No, no. Don't freak out. I just want more.'

'What do you want, babe?' Jungkook asks eagerly.

'I wanna ride one of you.'

'Fuck. Yeah, hold on. Hyung, let her ride you. I wanna watch. Believe me, she is a sight on top.'

Jungkook moves behind you and pull both yours and Yoongi's shorts away. He looks at Yoongi once before simply grabbing his long, hard length and gives it a couple of fast and powerful strokes. Yoongi's head lols back and he keens while exposing his long, beautiful neck.

'Jesus, Guk. God, yes. Just like that.'

'Yeah?'

'Yeah.' Yoongi pants below you. It is a sight. Truly.

'I am going to put you in her now, hyung. You both ready?'

You both merely shook your head in affirmation. Soon enough, you feel Yoongi's blunt head breaching through your entrance and you reach back to grab Jungkook's wrist to assist it in further. Once sheathed to the hips, you take a quick breath before you rise up on your knee and slide right back in. You both moan out loud at the sensation.

Jungkook rubs your back and starts to pump himself at a brutal pace. You find Yoongi watching Jungkook touching himself with a kind of reverence and you both reach for Kook simultaneously as if pulled by an invisible need.

'Guk, come ride hyung's face.' Jungkook nearly chokes up but you continue, fast, lest your own embarrassment catches up. 'You will like that, right, Yoongi?'

Yoongi merely nods and Jungkook climbs up to the head of the bed. He is still fully clothed except for his thick hard cock hanging straight out of his joggers. He makes quite a sight. Yoongi definitely agrees based on his groan.

'Hyung, you sure?'

'Shut up and ride my face.' Yoongi pants as he slams a particularly hard thrust into you.

Jungkook positions himself above Yoongi's head. He puts a pillow under Yoongi's neck and tilts his face back exposing his neck and then bends down to quickly kiss him on the lips.

'Ready?'

'Born ready, bitch.'

Both you and Kook laugh at Yoongi's sass. It is one of his best quality, you both agree.

Jungkook enters slow. He allows Yoongi to suckle only the head for nearly a minute before sliding another inch. By the time he is deep in Yoongi's throat, Yoongi has worked himself into a frenzy; fucking into you with a hard, blurring speed. You watch the soft bulge in Yoongi's throat as if on a trance. Before you know it, Jungkook places his hand on yours still holding Yoongi's shirt and replaces it on his throat and softly squeezes. Yoongi jerks.

All three of you stop abruptly. Jungkook swiftly pulls out and raises Yoongi's head up. Yoongi takes one look at each of you and immediately comes inside you with a hoarse groan in his fucked up throat.

Your orgasm washes over you as Yoongi pulses inside and you bend forward and grab Jungkook's cock and swallow down. Jungkook pumps twice in your mouth before he comes down your throat as well.

You three lay there like rag dolls with cut-off strings before Yoongi starts complaining of your weight on him. You swat his chest and move to lie on his side. After a moment, Jungkook goes to the bathroom to get a wet rag to clean you, being the maknae and all.

Yoongi laughs suddenly. 'You know, this was the last thing I expected to happen today. God, you are awesome. You both are.' His gums show up. Your heart clanches with so much of unspoken feelings. By then Jungkook returns, and he gets in between like a giant baby to cuddle as soon as he is done cleaning you up.

Your heart feels full and yet empty. Love love, love, and love. And as your eyes slowly closes in, you hope that it will be enough.

[an-s-sedai]

Alvaro Morté as Logain Ablar for Amazon’s Wheel of Time, S01E04

[3nding]

Biden scivola sulla scaletta dell’Air Force One, poi si rialza- Corriere.it

Li morté di Putin

[fawnuh]

I made another open species!!!

More info coming soon!!!

[yakumtsaki]

Well guys, it’s that time of year again. To recap, Jojo is still not a werewolf, Wyatt has shattered every record of incompetence and still not reached the top of his career, noogiesexual Shajar got dumped by Sophie Miguel and befriended a vampire, Cyneswith continues to date black-lipstick-broken-face-template flop Don Oates, Wulf grew up in the most iconic outfit of all time, and we got a new cat named Alcibiades for D’vorah to mate with since she refused to have kittens with poor Sweets. So let’s pick up right where we left off, which is of course the endless battle of getting D’vorah to procreate..

-Come on sweetie, we got a new boy toy just for you, get on with it, you’re almost an elder!

-NEVER! I’m a direct descendant of Zoroaster’s cat herself, I’ll never sully my bloodline with the genetic material of some pound mutt! You find me an appropriate mate before I go full Henry VIII!

STOP MIXING HISTORICAL REFERENCES AND FUCK ALCIBIADES ALREADY. His name undercuts my point but still.

-Do we have any custom blue fur paint for my balls?

ALCIBIADES SHUT UP. You assholes are by far the worst generation of pets yet, the two cat losers are bad enough but then add fucking Maxx to the mix-

-AND FORGET ABOUT IT. Look who’s getting along all of a sudden! 

-Yes, now that it’s become clear that this cat legacy shitshow is crumbling, I’ve stopped beating up the cats because I will look like a bully kicking them while they’re down. It’s part of my image revamp to get the audience behind a dog legacy! 🐶

Maxx, nothing personal, but I hate you more than you can possibly imagine. Let’s check in with the humans, I’m sure they will be totally normal, likable and stable as always-

-I can see your beating heart with my x-ray vision. I want to eat it. 

-Yay, let my sister eat your heart! 💗

-Stop patronizing me, you little bitch, I can get my own hearts to eat. 

-I just get excited when we do things together! 💗

-GAWD GTFO CYNESWITH, you’re ruining my Aztec sacrifice!!! 

-Ah, to be middle aged and in love, with your terrible children about to fuck off to college at any minute.. Looking at you, Wulf. Literally looking at you. 

Somehow that is already enough checking in with the humans for one update?

-HAHA I GOT YOU! GIMME IT!! YOU DON’T EVEN NEED IT

-LEAVE MY HEART ALONE, SHAJAR, I KEEP TELLING YOU IT’S A VITAL ORGAN

-No it’s not, the paper that got my father kicked out of the mad scientist association said so! 

They hated Jojo because he told them the truth.

These two are actually getting along great and I get my hopes up that Shajar will stop being a literal incel! Let’s all join together in prayer-

-Did someone say ‘prayer’?

GODDAMMIT SOPHIE YOU HAVEN’T SHOWED UP AT ALL AND YOU CHOOSE THIS MOMENT TO MAKE YOUR GHOST DEBUT?? FUCK OFF  

-HAHA I was waiting for a situation where my appearance would hinder the biggest amount of sin!!!!

UGH you’ve gotten even more religious in death?!

-Of course I have, what do you think heaven does to your faith?

How the fuck are you both in heaven and wandering the earth as an apparition?

-My spirit takes earth vacations to cockblock! 

Well at least you’re dying how you lived: pissing me off. 

And of course Maxx goes in for the kill with his ‘good doggie’ routine, terminally distracting Blueshirt Whatshername from Shajar’s heart-eating charms. As always, big thanks to our pets, both alive and dead.

End of the road, Shajar! Enjoy this dancing scholarship that you hilariously earned during all the outings I forced you into to get rid of your incelitude.

As Shajar leaves for college a kissless noogiesexual, I decide to try and solve at least one of my problems, and that problem is called Don fucking Oates. So we call Lakshmi back, hoping she has forgiven me for our last tense interactions-

-I have not.

Wow ok well now you’re just being petty, you saddled me with Don Oates, don’t be a sour winner. Now is there anyone out there that can potentially beat Cyneswith and Don’s natural 3 bolts???

-Nop. 

LAKSHMI COME ON, YOU’RE NOT LOOKING HARD ENOUGH

-I’m telling you, there isn’t anyone else, they’re a perfect match!

Well I refuse to accept that reality, so hit us with your best shot.

-Whatever, it’s your money.

I mean technically it’s Jojo’s and maybe I shouldn’t be spending it so freely..

-Daddy wouldn’t have a problem with it! 💗

Yea he sure wouldn’t, Cyn, since he’s literally this post.

IS THAT ANOTHER TRICOU LOVECHILD AND THE LAMEST ONE TO BOOT???

-Yup.

HARD PASS. 

-Je suis back et je non get prόmόted agàin! :D

Another hugely successful day for Wyatt as usual. Honestly as long as you don’t get fired or demoted for a third time, whatever.

-Sό je can go to sleepé?? :D

Yea sure, it’s not like there’s anything for you to do around here now that the kids have grown up. Not that you ever did anything to begin with-

-Oui oui, all tres fascinàting, bonne nuit now!

Oh actually wait, I do need you to do something before you go to sleep for 16 hours.

-Quoi???

-Ohh, le pόrtait de le morté!

Le portrait de le morte indeed. Jojo is predictably super into his death portrait being painted, as one is. Seriously what are you doing.

-Composing a tragic opera about myself, what else.

On a casio??

-I could afford a concert piano but it wouldn’t fit into this pathetically tiny house you built, would it?

Ok I get where you’re coming from, but in my defense, given your youthful days, who the fuck could had anticipated you evolving into a financially successful and mentally stable adult instead of a bankrupt lunatic that eats his own feces?

-Oui, that’s what Shajàr est going to be! Huhu!

-HAHAHAHA oh Wyatt, you’re so attractive when you’re insulting our two terrible children. Where is that little goblin anyway?

Omfg you assholes, she went off to college yesterday.

-She did??? About time! One down, one to go. If only Cyneswith could stay here forever :(

-Oui :(

-________-

Speaking of, let’s try this one more time. Lakshmi please, for the love of god, give us something I can work with. 

-Alright fine, you wore me down. Ask..

-..and you shall receive.

OMG YAS RICKY CORMIER, I LOVE HIM AND HIS FACE TEMPLATE. What the fuck are you wearing, Rick? Don’t dress up on our account. 

-I was teleported here right from work, where the fuck am I???

That’s a great question Rick, you’re in our front yard on a date with our resident 10 nice points freakshow, Cyneswith. And I see that you have 7 nice points to Don’s 4, so you crazy kids just go ahead and hit it right off now!

-Not if I have anything to do with it!

VICTOR NOW IS NOT THE TIME FOR GHOST BINGO, FUCK OFF

-It’s always the time for ghost bingo.

I try my best to make this date go well but Ricky isn’t into Cyneswith AT ALL. It’s honestly pretty offensive and I hate him now. 

‘I’ve had better dates’, you’re like 15, Casanova, calm down. What a twerp. 

With that last doomed attempt to break her and Don up, the time has come for Cyneswith to fuck off to college as well, and yes, Don is coming with us to be endlessly cheated on by Miss 20 Simultaneous Lovers/Grey Hair turn on. Fuck both mine and Don’s lives. 

As if my failure to perform a Donectomy wasn’t bad enough, what does Wyatt get the day he’s finally guaranteed to be promoted, BUT ANOTHER FUCKING CHANCE CARD, WITH WHICH HE HAS A 2 OUT OF 2 FLOPPING SCORE. One of them got him demoted, the other got him fired, it took us forever to get him the 9 fucking friends he needed, so this is just terrific. Istg I could go to a police academy in real life, graduate, join the force, rise up through the ranks and become a superhero in less time than it has taken Wyatt to do it. Here goes nothing but Wyatt’s hopes and dreams..

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH FINALLY

F I N A L L Y. 

OMFG.

I CANNOT BELIEVE THIS SHIT WAS LEGIT HARDER THAN KOMEI’S 6 PETS CAREER ONE, FUCKING HELL WYATT.

What a sight for sore eyes. 2 days before elderhood, but we did it, mon bebe! I’m so proud of us, but mainly me, for not giving up and making you a househusband which I know realize I should had done, because you’re so gonna destroy this city. 

-Je will savé la city! First ordér of enterprisé, àpprehending le killér seriàl knόwn as Dr. Gingér Violetté! ⭐

Oh boy. Good luck with that!

[prismeowtic]

when u redesign the OC beyond all recognizability but she matches her arcana better

[whatifwekissedintheocspreadsheet]

OCs update

- Morté has a tiny butch girlfriend now

- Paint has a (currently undesigned) nb fae partner

- i made more reapers, ones gay, ones bi, they're dating (the gay one is komaeda kin)

- the voidborn actually have a canon explanation as to why they exist

[ranchacienda]

FLORAN OHNIGUIAN Messa di Morté #CHILLOUT #DOWNTEMPO #LOUNGE #NEO CLASSI...

[elessarbicycle]

Li morté a te e ai gradini 😶 #bici #bicicletta #bicycle #bicyclelife #cycling #cyclinglife #elessarbicycle #rideshimano #shimanogravel #methelmets #gravel #gravelbike https://www.instagram.com/p/CCGLgtOFLWt/?igshid=e90pzhrf0f83

[thelemoncollection]

Today is Saturday March 28th.

Vivid dreams tried to shake me in my sleep last night. I took night- time cold n flu medication, so I shouldn't be suprised. I slept hard and dreamt wildly. What eventually derailed into a dream about an art museum began as an evening in California. I was in a crowd of people and some fun/ important event just ended... or was about to begin?... Maybe a play or a musical? Either way everyone was under the age of 30 and well dressed. My phone was dying, a common theme these days, and COVID was a presence. We were out because we could for the first time in a while. I was waiting for friends. Syd was supposed to be there and so was Mik. Mik was bailing and Syd was running late. She'd invited Rangely. In a shabby chic blue blazer and matching slacks I saw her, her face wasn't right. Very masculine and boyish. She was thinner than i remembered, thick eyebrows. I keep looking at her face, we share awkward small talk. She asks about Mik. I tell her she's not coming. There's an announcement made that the event isnt happening, or we have to go home. So I offer her a ride and we walk to my car. Her face is slowly returning. She hugs me, and whe. I wake embraced by Mikayla I find myself confused but warm. And fall back asleep into the dream. My phone dies and even though I gave Rangely my address she doesn't meet me there. So I leave and try to find my mom. We wander around an abandoned mall in search of a gallery. When we find it, it's not at all what my mom was looking for. It was a gallery, colorful and whimsical garnished by sculpture and paintings. The name was... Something Morté, and I quickly gathered it was a death-themed art museum. We're asked to interact with the pieces. Some are motorized, some have live animals. To my right, there's an elderly, hairless grey dog, potbellied and shaking, nursing a litter of older puppies in a brightly colored paper mache model of a tiny living room. My dream ended, culminating into a flirtatious de-clothing fight between various rainbow clad girls to the song "slow disco" by St Vincent. Probably because I'm insatiable horny. I wake up feeling haunted. I am still sick and we're still quarantined. Stuck inside with my gorgeous girlfriend. I find myself avoiding her gaze. If I look into her eyes I'm a goner. Sometimes they catch me, those warm molten gems hold me and light me ablaze like hot lava on leaf litter. I still find myself thinking of Rangely from time to time. How we'd likely be miserable if this was me and her in this situation. But I still wonder how she's doing. What she's laughing at. What makes her cry. What makes her think of me.

I'm not sure this is missing her, but I do remember her often.