#number 33

[kurofaificsearch]

Fic help!

What: A post-series fic where the gang end up in a new world where a festival is being held. The festival is bombed by a kurogane look-a-like and said look-a-like takes a huge interest in fai because he looks like his dead wife!

When: It was pre-2020 and post 2016 if I remember correctly. Not sure.

Where: Either A03 or dreamwidth! I can’t seem to remember

Genre(s): Drama and hurt/comfort possibly? 

Setting: It was set in a tribal village in what seemed to be either a jungle or forested area.

Point of View: Mostly Fai’s POV

Tropes/Kinks: It was SFW and unrequited love on the other kurogane’s part. 

Status: Complete

Other characters/pairings: Syaoran, mokona, and the fake kurogane. There was also that world’s version of Toya and Yukito.

Anything else: It got pretty violent towards the end and I think fai saved syaoran or kurogane’s life while receiving a pretty serious injury to the chest?

Know what the fic is? Submit a link here.

[blackjewels5]

Kareem Abdul Jabbar, photographed in New York City by Richard Avedon, 1963

[mafaldaknows]

Nr. 33 of the Weirder Asks please! (the last adventure you’ve been on?)

Hello, Anon:

My last adventure was to St. Thomas, USVI, earlier this month, for a family vacation. We stayed in a stone house high on a hill, built like a treehouse, in a part of the island that we don’t usually visit when we’re there, not one cruise ship or tourist bus in sight.

We woke up to crowing roosters and beautiful sunrises, and took walks down a steep hill to a tiny secluded beach, dodging large green iguanas and random goats and chickens on the way. Trips to town always felt like an adventure, on roads that weren’t always marked or paved, narrow, on the edges of cliffs, hairpin turns, and extraordinarily steep inclines, made extra exhilarating by the Caribbean (British) driving pattern, on the left, in large American vehicles. Every day ended with a dip in the tiny pool after a trip to the beach, and we were often rewarded with a magnificent sunset, too.

It probably wasn’t what most people consider an “adventure”, but it was all the adventure that I needed. I’m so glad I went.

Since this is a weirder ask, here’s a crappy “windshield tour” shot of one of the weirder things I saw on this adventure:

Thanks for your weirder ask! 🧜‍♀️💖✨🙃☺️🏝

[2dye4neisha]

Master Number 33: Numerology of "The Master Teacher" and Meaning

The study of numerology has fascinated individuals throughout history, as it seeks to uncover the deeper meaning behind numbers and their influence on our lives. One number that holds particular significance in numerology is the number 33. This number is believed to possess a profound spiritual energy and carries a great deal of power when it appears in one’s life. Photo by Laura Paredis:…

[xj6]

cherub design concepts

[blog-classicalruby]

Here’s Eli! :D who’ll do anything to make her ‘family’ smile!

- her whole family died at an ‘accident’. She was only 4/5 years old- maybe- I forgot-

- Considers ‘Him’ (by @/idkitswhattheycallart )as her real father.

-Childish as hell- Always thinks positive

-She would gladly take any punishment from ‘Him’.

-has a smol crush on Cräne (by @/groovygladiatorsheep)

I should’ve posted this sooner but idk what happened and I forgot to post it ••

Hope you liked it! Have a good day/night <33

[crispinkiss]

i just recently started playing stardew again so i wanted to draw them all!

[carapacian-swag]

Some things don’t change

[carsthatnevermadeitetc]

Alfa Romeo 33 Stradale Blu Reale, 2024. Alfa Romeo Centro Stile have used their inaugural “33 Stradale Day” to reveal a version of the mid-engined 33 Stradale finished in the historic colour Royal Blue. Blu Reale was one of 3 colours available for the 1967 33 Stradale and one car still exists in the hand of a Swiss collector. Starting from March 3, 2024, the symbolic date 3/3, will be used to celebrate the brand's illustrious past with the number 33 being a magic number for Alfa Romeo. The new generation 33 Stradale will be built in 33 units.

Video of 1967 Alfa Romeo 33 Stradale in Blu Reale here

[a-man-of-questionable-morals]

little sketch of old man retired simon (after shower ofc), don't get me wrong i love seeing artists draw him with his buzz cut, he's like an angsty tennis ball, but i love making my men hairy, so,, i think he'd grow his hair out and try out a beard

[lilithgreye]

Numerology Notes

• Most master numbers (11, 22, 33) don’t pass their incarnations. Especially 33’s because too much power comes with a lot of responsibility

• There’s no such thing as “the best/worst number” in numerology just like there’s no such things as the “best/worst sign” in astrology. There’s good and bad to all of the numbers

• 5’s/9’s are the most likely to be relationship wreckers

• 8’s hate spending money unless it’s on people they love

• 19’s and 33’s are extremely powerful manifestors

• 5’s need their freedom to be happy similar to Aquarius or Sagittarius energy

• 3’s cry a lot as babies

• 1’s/8’s typically don’t like others being dominant over them but an 8 might let it happen for money

• 11’s shouldn’t befriend or date 8’s. Very karmic energy and not the positive kind of karma

• 22’s would be happy living near water (example: living by the beach or a lake)

• 4’s are insecure a lot of the time but if they’re at a higher vibration they’re just humble

• 6’s are very caring people

• 7’s and 8’s are often best friends

[kurofaificsearch]

this is the jungle world fic

Title: fight like lions; sacrifice like lambs

Author: faikitty

Genres: Hurt/comfort, angst

Summary: Sometimes, in a jungle world with danger that is both expected and not, strength must be more than physical.

[valyrfia]

max and charles acknowledging their own inevitability and how they were always predestined to end up where they are, always side by side no matter what oh they KNOW they're in a soulmate au

[xythlia]

⎙ — 𝐉𝐎𝐘𝐓𝐎𝐘.𝐓𝐎𝐑

› WELCOME TO THE RED ROOM... RESERVED FOR GUESTS OF PARTICULAR TASTES

› toji x f!reader

› word count : 2k+

- ̗̀໒ warnings : sex work, on camera, choking, my spit kink shining thru again, biting, backshots, (1) ass smack, fingering, cervix fucking, reader has hair long enough to pull, squirting, rough sex, full nelson, creampie

You take a drag of your cigarette, bleary sleep deprived eyes doing their best to focus on the obnoxious flashing neon sign. WE'VE GOT A DOLL FOR EVERY TASTE. It makes you scoff as you grind the but out beneath your scuffed shoe, that's all they think of you all as, dolls. Props that just so happen to moan and squirt.

For the most part you keep your complaints to yourself, money is money. Not that this was what you ever pictured you'd land on as a career but it could always be worse.

Exhaling the last of the crisp night air from your lungs you pull open the sleek silver backdoor to Cloud Nine. The back hallways are made up of dim, twisting corridors. Some lead to the back offices, to security, but as you hook a left to brush past a tinkling bead curtain you're met with the large open dressing room you all share.

You prefer to spend as little time back here as possible, doing the bulk of your prep at your apartment before you're on for the night. You can't stand their mindless, giddy chatter. It also prevents you from getting attached to any of them, or taking on a puppy so to speak.

Before you can finish tucking your bag and coat away in the dingy locker your floor manager is waving a piece of paper in your face.

It makes your stomach flip.

"You got swapped, Angel can't do the red room and you're the only other experienced girl in tonight."

The red room was only ever offered on nights an experienced doll was on the floor, since the people reserving red rooms always have a... particular taste in mind. Newer girls wouldn't be able to handle it. As much of an annoyance as it is to be switched with so little notice, you don't mind. It can get dull shaking your ass for run of the mill patrons all night, plus the red room is where the real money is.

"One or-?" You ask vaguely.

"One guy, don't keep him waiting alright?" She says dismissively.

You grab the piece of paper, the list of what you will and strictly won't do for a red room service. It was standard fare: creampie, light sadism, degradation, ect. Since it wasn't too extreme you didn't bother filling it out, it's easier to just tell the guy.

It's not far to the private rooms, and part of you is more than a little eager to see just who reserved one of these eye wateringly expensive sessions.

Even bathed in the dim red lights you could tell he was attractive, dark hair and eyes that held something elusive even though he kept contact with your own.

"I didn't bother filling this out, nothing you requested is off limits for me." You smile as you let the paper flutter to the floor, taking the seat beside him on the plush lounge.

Out of the corner of your eye you see the blinking light on the camera, he already set it up to record. It makes you quirk a brow at him, usually even the most gutsy ones are a little camera shy.

He smirks at you. "I'll be gentle."

With the way he says it you know it's a lie.

With a grin you lay back, propping a pillow under your head and trying not to focus on that little green recording light in your peripheral. The worst part is being filmed, but that's part of the rooms appeal. These guys pay for the ability to record the entire session not just for being able to fuck someone with no holds bared, but the catch is the club also gets to upload it.

The feeling of his skin brushing against yours cracks your train of thought. His fingertips are calloused, hands rough but he doesn't have the look of a working man. As those fingertips caress a trail down your inner thighs you shiver, letting out a quiet gasp.

"Puttin' on a show?" He purrs.

You give a breathy giggle, winding your arms around his muscles back as he leans over you between your legs. "Isn't that what you paid for?"

He pushes against you, lips brushing experimentally against yours, and deepens it to something harsh and hungry when he feels you start to squirm beneath him. His touch feels like fire, scorching a path across your skin with every grope and fondle of your body. You feel a familiar sensation of dizziness, of lightheadedness; every movement is skilled and purposeful, a deliberate attempt to steal the breath from your lungs and leave you choking on your own spit.

His lips begin to make their way down your neck, sucking hard against the delicate skin and making you groan with every nip of his teeth. In a daze you help him undo the straps of your barely there top, head tipping back when his mouth finds one of your nipples. They get the same rough treatment as your throat, and he gives a particularly sharp graze of his teeth clearly just to hear you yelp.

Your hands cup your breasts, kneading them, as his mouth dips marks a path down your stomach. Caught up in your own eagerness you wiggle your hips slightly, anticipating what's coming only to feel him grip your legs and yank you down further. The suddenness makes you wince, propping on your elbows to see just what he has in mind.

The way he's looking at you, with such debauched hunger it sends butterflies off in your chest. You don't even know his name but you know this is the kind of man a red room was designed for. As he leans forward again between your legs you feel his erection press hard against you, making the fabric of your panties slide against your clit with delicious friction.

Before you can ask, beg, for more his thick fingers glide up the column of your throat and press hard against the sides. Squeezing against your carotid artery and making your mouth drop open. As soon as your lips part you see the shimmer against his bottom lip, watch in fascination as a thick clear string of spit comes down to meet your tongue.

Sucking his lip he brings his face barely an inch from yours, through the fuzz of your restricted blood supply you notice a scar on the corner of his mouth.

"I didn't pay for you to look at the fuckin' camera." His voice is low, gutteral.

The second he lets go your body is automatically sucking air into your lungs, hard and sputtering as you lift your hips up to grind against him. In one smooth movement, before you can even process it properly, he's got you flipped on your stomach and pulling your ass up and back.

Your cheek presses against the plush fabric, eyes squeezed shut feeling his fingers run over your damp panties. There's not even enough time to relish in the contact before two fingers have the fabric pulled to the side, his knuckles sliding past the ring of muscle makes you moan against the lounge seat.

Hearing the soft shuffling of clothes you know he's undressing, even while his other hand is occupied with keeping his fingers scissoring against your slick walls. The sudden emptiness of his fingers withdrawing was quickly replaced by the head of his cock sliding through your arousal, making you suck in a sharp breath.

Just from that little contact you can feel he's got girth and heft, excitement makes you dig your nails into the lounge and press your chest down against it, keeping your ass higher.

You hear him scoff and the sting of his hand coming down hard against your skin makes you cry out, but it's nothing compared to the biting pain as the swollen head pushes against your soaked hole. The stretch is agonizing, you're not sure any amount of prep would've been sufficient. You groan, bottom lip caught in your teeth as you feel the fabric against your face getting wet with the spit seeping from the corners of your mouth.

He doesn't wait for you to adjust before slamming his hips against your ass, hard enough to make your breathing hitch in your throat, and you can feel him brushing against your cervix. The pace is brutal, making your body jostle and shake with each thrust.

Slick squelching mingles with the sound of skin smacking skin to form a perverse melody that only heightens the tension building in your gut. Frantically you slide one hand down to rub you neglected, aching clit but before you can make contact he's got you pulled up by a fistful of your hair. The sting of pain makes tears prick in your waterline as blubbering moans spill from your lips.

The way your body rocks forward with every brush of his cock against your cervix, the way his girth makes your cunt feel overstuffed, it all makes your head spin. His grunts join the obscene cacophony of sounds along with your whines when he lets go of your hair to support your body with one arm while his other hand catches your jaw in a bruising grip.

You squirm, feeling the hot tracks of tears slipping down your cheeks but his hold is steadfast. If you had more presence of mind you'd swear you could feel your heartbeat not just through your entire body but in your cunt too.

As you dissolve in his hold, a crying whimpering mess, he pushes you back down face first into the lounge, holding you by the scruff as he repositions to hit deeper. Your moans fracture into gasps and hiccups as you clench down around him, finally able to rub frenzied circles around your clit and feel that compressed coil snap inside you.

The lounge becomes incredibly damp around your knees and your brain feels as if it's coated in sticky, thick honey.

You whimper pathetically as he yanks you up again, never breaking his pace, forces you to look straight into that ever blinking green light.

"Not all you can take is it?" He sneers, hooking fingers into your mouth and whatever reply you had gets lost in the garbled sounds you choke out around them.

When he suddenly pulls out you groan, body feeling exhausted and boneless on the comedown from your orgasm but he isn't done with you yet. He lays on his back, supporting you on top of him as he makes sure your pussy faces the cameras lens and slips back inside you.

Your eyes roll back as you struggle to help support your own weight. It catches you off guard when pulls you down so your back is pressed against his chest, both of your bodies slick with sweat and various other fluids. His arms loop beneath yours and his fingers lock together behind your neck, making your breaths come in wheezed yelps and your legs automatically rise up.

The muscles in your thighs are screaming from the strain and your lungs burn again, you feel yourself camping around him, walls throbbing and sucking his cock back in with every thrust.

You can't help but sob and blubber hoarsely, begging to cum again with every sharp upswing of his hips. His pace breaks up quickly the tighter you squeeze him, devolving into sloppy thrusts until you feel his cock throb inside you. Warm, sticky heat spreads inside you and you sigh brokenly in his hold.

The cameras unfeeling, fish eye lens catches the creamy white rings forming on his cock, the way his cum drips out of your sore pussy when he slides out of you with a throaty, satisfied groan.

You grin, slow and lazy up at the ceiling. Red room sessions aren't just about the money, they're the most... fulfilling.

[astrosky33]

THE NUMEROLOGY OF THE BEGINNING OF RELATIONSHIPS

If you start dating on a 1 day there will likely be a lot of arguing and fighting in the relationship

If you start dating on a 2 day you will likely have a peaceful relationship

If you start dating on a 3 day you will likely be able to communicate well and laugh a lot together

If you start dating on a 4 day you will likely have to work hard to keep the relationship going long term

If you start dating on a 5 day you’re more likely to have children together although it may be more of a sexual relationship than romantic. You may travel a lot together as well

If you start dating on a 6 day you’ll likely start a family together

If you start dating on a 7 day it will end badly (ex: Valentine’s Day 2+1+4=7- don’t start dating on this day)

If you start dating on an 8 day you could be a very powerful couple however the relationship could involve lots of karmic lessons

If you start dating on a 9 day your egos may get in the way of the relationship and it will likely end with you both having an extremely hard time letting go (ex: Brazil’s Valentine’s Day 6+1+2=9- don’t start dating on this day)

If you start dating on an 11 day you will be very empathetic towards each other’s emotions. This is one of the best days to start a relationship

If you start dating on a 22 day you will be able to build a strong relationship with one another and gain wisdom together

If you start dating on a 33 day you will both teach one another a lot

𝗠𝗔𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗧

© 𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐤𝐲 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝

[math-is-math]

I never really missed Duncan … but I really missed you!

Guys I watched the entirety of All Stars in one evening the other day (an absolutely crazy experience) but this was actually the gwourtney season oh goodness ☹️🩵 I’m so glad I finally got them married in my sims game LOL