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[sowedspicebush]

Massive art dump but there's variety and it's all either weeks old or from a few days ago.

Also, if we got Zwei Ishmael can we get Zwei Ryoshu so I can make them kiss each other while also be each other's knight?

[poisonedpowder]

//I was looking at lol side characters 'cause I'm nosy and

She'd be fun to write for I bet

[bean-pronounced-bawn]

I don't know why I keep expecting people to be able to do their jobs but I am always proven wrong and I'm mildly having a full meltdown rn because I need documents sent very far away literally by the end of the month and based on when they said 1) the documents would be shipped (1-5 business days) and 2) the documents would be notarized (7-10 business days) it should have been done at least a full week ago but it's not and the document hasn't even been shipped to the notarization place and because I have nothing else to do at work right now and nothing to keep me distracted like I've been trying to hard to do for the past week I'm having a panic attack about this and I know I've called and emailed a combined five times already about this but I'm gonna have to call again to see where they're at because I don't think I'll last the weekend without some kind of update if I'm already having a panic attack today

[yeagersss]

Sukuna x Blind!Reader (Part 2)

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For some reason he found himself going back to you.

As hard as it was for him to admit it but you—a fragile, blind woman had managed to pique his interest.

So every once in a week, he left his temple and found himself wandering to your house in a state of boredom. Sometimes he encountered someone—a human, a curse or a wild animal. He slaughtered them without a second thought.

You managed to tell it's him just by the sound of his heavy footsteps and according to you, his scent.

"Copper, ash and sandalwood. That's how I can tell it's you." You told him enthusiastically.

Sukuna doesn't do much when he's at your place. He sits on the tatami mat and observes you as you move around, rambling about whatever you did that day.

And it turns out. You weren't lying when you said you have a system.

You knew every nook and cranny of your little house. You knew where everything was. What to do and how to do it. Your blindness did not stop you from living your simple yet fulfilling life.

It was interesting to see you navigating around. It was either with your walking stick or by touching the walls. You explained it to him with a soft smile on your face.

"I can tell I'm in the kitchen because there's a scratch on the wall near the shelves." You explained, feeling around for it and when you did, you beamed and went inside to prepare something for Sukuna.

Your dishes were simple. Miso soup, fish, rice and sometimes chopped fruits or vegetables on the side. Nothing rich and grand like Uraume prepares for him.

But the fact that you actually manage to prepare it properly and not screw it up was— sort of—impressive.

"Do you like it, my lord?" You asked while nibbling on your grilled fish.

"Passable." Was all Sukuna grunted. You pouted at that.

His lower left eye was fixed on you. "You should eat more meat. Don't you get tired of eating fish all day?"

You hummed, chewing your meal slowly in thought. "Mm... I have eaten rabbit meat before... But meat is really expensive and it's not like I can hunt for it." You said with a soft giggle.

And then during his next visit, he brought something for you.

You greeted him with your usual smile. "Good morning, my lor—eep!" You exclaimed, startled when something was tossed on the wooden floor with a loud thud.

"W-What was that?!"

"A boar."

"A boar?!"

"It's dead. Stop worrying." Sukuna said, running a hand across the dead animal's fur. "This is what we're eating tonight."

You relaxed and perked up at his words in interest but then the stench of blood hits your nose and you gasped.

"My lord, I just finished cleaning the floor!" You whined.

"So?"

"So—" You frowned and marched right up to him, your eyes unintentionally fixed on his chest with a glare. "At least warn me next time you decide to bring a dead animal inside the house!"

Sukuna stared down at you. His lips quirking up in amusement that you—a tiny, little blind woman who barely reached his chest was scolding him of all people.

... It was... adorable. So to speak.

He smirked. "And what if I don't?" He asked, enjoying the fact that he was riling you up.

Your lip jutted out in an angry pout. "Then... Then I will not speak to you the next time you visit." You huffed, crossing your arms.

"Hah! Impossible. I will make sure you can't ignore me."

"I won't cook anything for you."

"Go ahead. I shall simply raid your pantry and eat everything that is there."

You turned back to him and glared at his chest again. "You're insufferable!"

He grinned, enjoying this senseless, little argument he was having with you. For some reason, it got his heart acting up.

"At least look me in the eyes when you argue with me, woman."

You frowned at that and tilted your head a bit up. Your clouded eyes where fixed on his collarbone now. He snorts. "Not even close."

Your breath hitched when you felt his finger curl beneath your chin and he tilted your head up and up and up...

"There we go." He hummed in delight as he gazed at your face with a certain intensity. His eyes drinking in each and every one of your features. He watched the way your cheeks tainted pink and your lips curled into a silent oh as you noted this detail about him. That he is far taller than any man you have ever met.

He lets go of you and steps back, a frown on his face as he changes the topic. "Are you simply going to stand there gawking at me, woman? It's time to prepare the meat."

You opened your mouth to protest that you were incapable of gawking at anyone but were cut off when your stomach grumbled.

You flushed in embarrassment while his lips perked up slightly.

It was strange having him in the kitchen helping you.

Well, besides cutting up the boar meat, his help consisted of standing in the corner telling you what to do. With some trial and error, you managed to prepare a dish with some herbs and rice.

"This is so good!" You exclaimed happily.

"Hmph. Not bad."

You beamed at that. Despite his words, you could tell by the tone of his voice that he liked it.

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"Do you love poetry, my lord?"

Both of you were sitting by the river one day. The question stirring up after a minute of silence.

Instinctively, Sukuna opened his mouth to say no. But he stopped. At this point, is it really necessary to hide his guilty pleasure for the arts from you?

"Yes."

You smiled. "Oh! That's nice! Yesterday I was in the village and a poet was reading his works in the main market." You hummed, tapping your chin in thought. "It was about the tragedies of love but... It didn't particularly move me and his voice was too shrilly."

Sukuna couldn't help but snort at that. "That was no poet. It was a con man simply tricking gullible humans into tossing coins to him."

You smiled at that. "Ah... It's no wonder I was getting such bad vibes from him."

Sukuna frowned. "And you don't get these so-called "bad vibes" from me?"

You laughed softly. "No at all! Oh! Wait here! I want to show you something." You said, eagerly grabbing your walking stick and standing up to go into your house.

You came back a few minutes later. A scroll in hand and you sat back down next to him.

He noted you were closer than earlier. Your knee gently brushing against his.

You sat there in silence for a moment, your fingertips gently brushing against the scroll in your hand as if it was your most delicate possession. Then you untied and slowly opened it.

"This is my mother's collection." You mumbled softly. "She was an... avid reader and writer. She loved writing about nature. The beauty and life in it."

You were looking straight ahead with your clouded eyes in a solemn gaze. "It's also why I live here. It's easy to get inspiration when you live in a place like this." You giggled humorlessly.

Sukuna stared at you with narrowed eyes. "Why are you telling me this?"

You quickly wiped your unshed tears away. "No reason! I simply got sentimental." You sniffled.

You hold out the scroll to him. "Would you like to read it, my lord?"

He found himself unable to refuse. In a way, he was curious to see your mother's works. He took the scroll from your hand, noting just how dusty it was. The pages were turning yellow from the corner. It seems that it had been stored away for years, completely untouched and this was the first time it was taken out since then.

His eyes scanned across each syllable. He had to admit, he was quite impressed. Not only was the calligraphy quite elegant but the meaning behind the poems were thought provoking too.

Next to him, you shifted softly. His lower set of eyes went to you, taking in your slumped posture. Your eyes were downcasted while you nervously wringed your hands.

When he finished reading the first poem, he read the second one out loud.

He watched the way you perked up. Your breath hitched in a soft gasp. A delicate smile graced your lips and your cheeks flushed a soft shade of red.

You intently listened to your mother's poems as the King of Curses narrated them in his deep, baritone voice.

And somewhere along the way, you found yourself leaning against him in utter content. "You have a very beautiful voice, my lord." You whispered shyly.

Sukuna, on the other hand, stiffened at your soft gesture and comment. He had paused his reading to stare at you. You— the blind woman who was somehow so brave enough to lean against him like he made you feel safe and happy. Like you were utterly grateful to him.

He went back to reading out loud again, wondering deeply why his heart felt so light and warm.

[ohnoitstbskyen]

Wait Nami has a boyfriend and girlfriend?! Ehy havent I heard about this before?

Because it's from Legends of Runeterra, and Riot kind of hates publicizing that game and have left it to rot and die because it didn't take over and become the biggest TCG in the world.

Irelia also has a girlfriend, Liana, a fellow member of the anti-Noxian resistance and a blade-dancer. She calls her her "little blossom."

Miss Fortune also flirts absolutely shamelessly with every female pirate in Bilgewater (and Quinn. And Vi. And... herself?)

Oh, and Seraphine has a Zaunite rival songstress called Scratch and they have a PAINFULLY OBVIOUS mutual rival crush.

(the Acoustician is Seraphine's doting father)

Also, not a LoR exclusive, but Neeko is so adorable down bad for Nidalee, it's wonderful

... buuuut she also takes a quick pass at Nami, because frankly, I think Neeko is a poly queen if anything.

[thomas-jefferson-miku-binder]

Queer League of Legends Champions (with explanations) – Part I

Confirmed Lesbians – Neeko, Leona, Diana, Caitlyn, Vi

Starting off with probably the most known LGBTQ+ characters of Riot, we have Neeko, Leona, Diana, Caitlyn, and Vi, all canon lesbians. Neeko's sexuality was a big deal when first announced, not only because she was the first canon queer champion of League but also because her sexuality is explicitly portrayed through her voice lines, as she often flirts with female champions and shows a disinterest in the Shoo'ma of men she shapeshifts into. 

A number of different Rioters have confirmed that Leona and Diana were always meant to be lovers, but someone at Riot Management decided against it, and so they were portrayed as almost sisterly in the old lore. Fast-forward to the present day, they are gay and LOUD about it! The Rise With Me short story officially canonized the couple, and official pride art showed both of them with the lesbian flag. 

Caitlyn and Vi were already a popular ship before their romantic interest in one another became explicit, as shown in Arcane, Legends of Runeterra, and more subtly in the Warriors cinematic. They have also been shown in official pride art holding or wearing the lesbian flag, and they even share a Valentine's Day skin. It's worth adding that Vi also shares another romance-themed skin line with Fiora, and they seem to be very good friends there, but we'll get into that later.

Confirmed Gays – K'Sante, Graves, Aphelios

K'Sante's sexuality, like Neeko's, has been an important part of his character since release. His cinematic and color story both mention Tope, his past male lover, and he was the face of League Pride 2023 alongside Vi.

Graves and Twisted Fate were reportedly, like Diana and Leona, meant to be lovers from day one, but Riot didn't like that (how novel) and scratched that part of their story, simply leaving them as crime partners, nothing else. Burning Tides and Destiny and Fate have been amazing at developing their relationship, but the real confirmation comes with The Boys and Bombolini, which officially confirmed Graves as gay and T.F. as being attracted to him. 

Lastly, we have Aphelios. He and Sett have been a popular ship since the Spirit Blossom release, a skin line that makes them boyfriends, which already confirms him as queer. Throughout this year, Riot has been reposting and sharing Settphel art, which doesn't necessarily mean anything, but what really grabs attention is that they also shared fanart of Aphelios with the toothpaste gay flag, leading me to classify him as such.

Confirmed Bisexuals – Nami, Rell, Sett

Nami surprised pretty much everyone when her addition to Legends of Runeterra confirmed her as polyamorous, being in a relationship with Loto and Tama, other Marai of her tribe. One of the people who worked on her character explicitly highlighted the relationship and affirmed that Nami was pansexual. Since then, Riot has promoted her (through official pride art and LoR emotes) as bisexual. It's a bit unclear how she should be labeled, but one thing is sure: she's queer.

Rell is another champion whose queerness was stated on her debut. Rell had flirtatious lines with both men and women in League and was explicitly labeled as bisexual by her creators, also being confirmed through official pride art.

Finally, there's Sett. People have been speculating on his sexuality for a while, but things changed when Spirit Blossom came along, and he was portrayed as Aphelios' boyfriend. Since then, Sett has been seen in reposted League fanart with the bi flag.

Check out Part II

[thesassypadawan]

Repent (Don X FemReader)

Summary: Your pastor takes notice of your new sinful tattoo and gives you but one option for repentance.

Warnings: 18+ (mdni), because there’s sooo much of the smut. Pastor/Religion kink, hint of a breeding one, womb tattoo, implied age gap, and… Don’s big, girthy dick.

Notes: Notes: Happy Kinktober all you, lovelies! 🖤🧡

- “Please, stop by the sanctuary before the party starts.  I would like to speak with you…privately.”  The pastor’s calm, even voice rang throughout your mind; his request hanging heavy on it.

- You would be lying if you didn’t admit that you found the older gentleman handsome.  The way his blue eyes sparkle when he’s speaking passionately, how his smile lights up a room.  And his mustache; the very thought of it, all it could possibly do sends a small thrill run down your spine.  Causes a warmth rise into your cheeks, settle in your…

- Grazing your palm over your lower stomach, you quietly slip through the old oak doors.  Vision taking a moment to adjust to the dimly lit, candle filled space.  Before you silently and stealthily walk up the aisle, towards the alter…and him.

- Gaze sweeps, takes in the sight of your outfit.  “Don’t you make a lovely little angel,” he chuckles softly.  Resting his large hand gently on your arm, thumb rubbing soothing circles into your skin.  “Like you dropped down straight from heaven.”  Lips curling slightly at the corners in amusement or perhaps…

- “Th-thank you, sir,” you reply meekly.  Trying to hide how flustered you were becoming.  How your heartbeat quickens when he trails his fingers, traces over and along where your womb resides.  “But I’m…I’m sure you d-didn’t ask me here to just talk about my cost-costume.”

- “Clever girl.”  Moving in closer, towering above you.  “I noticed something interesting earlier today; a very intricate, heart shape tattoo that you apparently have.”  Don presses his prominent bulge against your side, grinding subtly.  “The one right here…”

- Nails sink in as he squeezes, kneads your sensitive skin through the sheer fabric.  “It’s supposed to represent a ‘curse’, isn’t it?”  Before his hand descends further; digits ghosting, cupping your plump mound.  “One for extreme fertility.”

- “I…I…”  You stutter, stumble with your words.  Body trembling, humming from his taboo touch.  The fires of hell burning hot, bright in your blasphemous core.  “I…can explain…”

- Slouching slightly; warm breath fans, wiry hairs tickle.  “It’s a sin to dabble in the occult…”  Teeth graze, tongue licks your earlobe in a long stripe.  “Perhaps I can help you repent…”

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- Desperate moan bubbles up from your throat as you wriggle, writhe.  Back arching, nails scratching lightly at the worn wood of the alter floor.  Pressure building, propelling you towards the edge once more.  “Please, I…I…”

- Weakly you clamp your plush thighs around Don's head, hips rolling forward.  Impaling yourself further, divine nectar spilling onto his skilled tongue.  “For-forgive me, my lor-lord…”

- Sticky digits grip, spread you open before him.  Flesh tender, an angry red; brushed, scrapped.  Stinging when the cool, faintly scented air kisses your burns…when he lets a fat glob of spit of drip, seep into the fresh cuts.  “He'll forgive you, my little imp…”

- Slick covered lips map their way up your vulnerable form.  Sucking, nipping…biting; leaving an array of dark purple splotches in their wake.  Groaning at the sound of your pathetic mewls and squeaks.  “Look past your rash decision…” 

- Hands tighten their hold; hitching, wrapping your stubby legs partially around his thick middle.  Bulbous tip prodding, smearing pre on your swollen folds.  Mixing and mingling with your juices, creating an unholy concoction.  “Absolve you of your follies…”

- Fingers trace over and along the inked lines.  “But not until you give yourself entirely to me…”  Squeeze, knead your soft paunch.  “Pledge that each child you bare from this perfect womb will be mine…”

- “Yes, I swear,” you whisper, vow.  Tears of pleasure, pain…of joy, sorrow streaming freely.  “My mind, soul, body.”  While you gaze up into the lifeless, stony eyes of the mother.  “Everything that I am is wholly yours.”

- “Amen…”  Your new husband,  co-creator of your future forbiden fruits mutters reverently, solemnly.  Thrusting forward; tearing, ruining…molding you into his own resplendent  image, his own earthbound angel.

Tag List: @espinathena-17, @myheartwillgoon2022, @laylaplease, @princessswifie, @kenobiskywalker16, @loverforoldermen, @speaknow-sw, @mathesonlvr, @decaffeinatedunicorn, @ann4zw, @xhunnybeeex, @jediavengers, @anisangeldust, @fredswrite, @t03soup

[spnbabe67]

Somewhere In My Car

Kinktober Day 19: Car Sex (T.O.)

Pairing: Tyler Owens x Fem Original Character

Warnings: Smut, PiV, Fingering, Fluff, Inappropriate use of Twizzlers

Summary: Stargazing in the bed of Tyler's truck turns into a make-out session, which turns into, well, you know.

Word Count: 2047 (100 words less than my last T.O. fic ironically enough)

Authors Note: Title based on the song Somewhere In My Car by Keith Urban

Comment or reblog whether or not you like Twizzlers!

The best part about storm chasing, aside from being amidst the whipping wind and driving rain, was the calm. The calm before the storm, like the Earth was holding its breath, steadying itself. It’s Mother Nature’s quiet rage before releasing it all upon her children in the form of great winding winds. But even better is the tranquil stillness in the aftermath, when the sky stops crying and the clouds break apart, letting the moon and stars smile down. The after, that was Loretta’s favorite part of chasing storms.

Tyler had parked them out in a field in the middle of nowhere having the novel idea of bringing a blow-up mattress with them to lay in the bed of his truck. He’d insisted that as long as she brought the blankets then he’d bring the snacks. Loretta had raided her closet, finding a sizable pile of fluffy blankets, so when Tyler came to pick her up after running to the store to pick up the shareables, she was ready. 

A warm, gentle breeze swept across the field as she and Tyler set up the bed of his truck. He blew up the mattress and Loretta made herself busy with the snacks. She smiled to herself as she realized Tyler had gotten all her favorites, both the crunchies and the sweets. Once the mattress was fully inflated, Loretta put the fitted sheet over it. It was an old, slightly ratty sheet, but it would work. She tossed the blankets down, snuggling up to Tyler as they dug into the bags of popcorn and M&M’s, watching the sky as it faded from a pink lemonade haze into the deep twilight. 

“I cannot believe you don’t like Twizzlers.” Loretta whipped the piece of candy at him for the third time in the last two minutes, the braided rope of licorice-type candy swatting against his arm with a resounding thwap 

“Stop that.” Tyler yanked his arm back, snatching the piece of candy away from her, Loretta squawking in protest. “I can’t believe you do. It’s like chewing mildly flavored plastic.”

Loretta mockingly gasped, putting a hand to her chest. “How dare you say that!”

“How dare I?” Tyler chuckled, going along with this game. “Doll, you are the one eatin’ that crap.”

Loretta grabbed another piece from the bag since Tyler had stolen the one she’d just had. She slapped his arm with it before shoving the entire thing into her mouth, chewing obnoxiously. “Damn right I am.”

“You’re such a brat!” Tyler growled, pulling Loretta onto his lap.

Loretta yelped as Tyler smacked her ass with an open palm, his other hand gripping her hip over the pair of athletic shorts she had on. Her sound of protest quickly dissolved into a fit of laughter as he began to tickle her sides, his fingers diving under her cut off tank top, calluses scratching against her skin. She tried to pull away from his teasing hands, trying to shimmy out of his lap. Tyler let her slip away from him, Loretta falling onto the mattress next to him only to have him straddle her hips in turn. He continued to tickle her until she was breathless, tears threatening to spill from the corners of her eyes. 

“Ty, please!” Loretta laughed. “I yield, I yield!”

Loretta gasped in mouthfuls of air as Tylers cruel hands finally relented. Her chest heaved as she pushed her hair back away from her face, the light brown strands sticking to her forehead and neck with sweat.

“I hate you.” Loretta stuck her tongue out at Tyler, who was grinning above her.

Tyler leaned down over her. “I love you too, Lor.”

Her pout slowly stretched into a grin, bright eyes dipping to Tyler’s lips, inches from hers. She thrusted her hips forward, having planted her feet for extra leverage in the movement. The sudden upset of his position had him laid out over her, much to Loretta’s delight. Both of them laughed as Tyler propped himself up on his elbows, gazing down at her, a tender look on his face. Loretta lifted her head up to meet him, brushing her lips against his. The first kiss was soft and gentle, her eyes fluttering shut at the sensation of his lips, warm and soft, against hers. She reached up, sliding her hands against his face as Tyler deepened the kiss. She opened her mouth to him, her lips moving against his with a languid rhythm. 

Tyler’s hand found its way back under her shirt, this time not to tease, but to run his palms along her sides and along the planes of her tummy. Their legs tangled together as Tyler planted a knee between her thighs, giving his hand more agency to trail up her torso to cup her breast under her shirt, feeling her up. Loretta leaned into his touch, pressing her chest up into his hand, slowly grinding her hips against his thigh. She reached down, pulling Tyler’s shirt up his body, dropping it off to the side once the piece of clothing was off him. Loretta shamelessly traced his body, feeling the warmth of him, the muscles of his back and arms working as he palmed her breast. His other hand had busied itself by working its way into her hair, giving her one more area of contact she couldn’t keep track of. 

Loretta worked her tank over her head, Tyler laying her back down on the mattress with heartbreaking tenderness. She continued to run her hands along the broad strokes of him as the sensation of his own hand running south along her belly, along with the growing hardness pressed against her thigh, had her shivering despite being the furthest thing from being cold. But that's what Tyler must have interpreted it as as he pulled off of where he’d been kissing down her neck. 

“You okay, Lor?” He rubbed his hand up and down her side. “We can go back if you’re getting cold.”

“‘M fine, Ty.” Loretta let her nails drag slightly as she dragged her hand up his body to bring his mouth back down to hers. “Just feels good, Baby.”

Loretta could feel his smug smirk against her lips as he resumed his hand’s trail southward. Her breath caught in her throat as his fingers toyed with the waistband of her shorts, pulling it away just to let it snap back against her hip. Over and over, he toyed with the elastic until Loretta groaned frustratingly into his mouth, shooting a hand between their bodies. Her fingers wrapped around his wrist, pushing his hand into her shorts herself. 

“Just fucking touch me already, Owens.” Loretta gritted out nipping at his lip. 

“My girl’s needy tonight.” Tyler looked up at her as he trailed kisses down her body, his hand cupping her core.

“Not needy, just done with your teasing.” 

She propped herself up on her elbows, head tipping back as he pulled her shorts down her legs, putting them with their shirts. Loretta’s lips parted, mouth falling open as he placed a kiss to where her waistband had left a small indentation into her skin, dragging his hot, wet tongue up her belly until he was inches from her mouth. Loretta watched as he brought his fingers to her lips. Loretta opened her mouth, letting him place his fingers onto her tongue. She wrapped her lips around them, working them over. When Tyler pulled them from her mouth a string of saliva connected them to her lips, all puffy and red from their kisses. 

He captured her lips again just as the pads of his fingers brushed against her swollen clit, making her jump at the sudden, but craved, sensation. A breathy moan escaped her as he began to slowly rub circles against the bud. Loretta couldn’t help the way she ground her hips against his hand, overwhelmed by how good they felt against her soaked core. A true moan fell from her mouth as his hand shifted down even more as he slid two fingers inside her, leaving her to grind her needy clit against his palm. 

“C’mon, pretty girl.” Tyler cooed. “Make yourself cum on my fingers. I know you can.”

Loretta whimpered, digging her nails into his shoulder blade as she ground her hips against his hand, trying to get that delicious friction against her clit just right. 

“No fair, Ty.” She pouted. “So mean.”

“Oh come on, Babydoll.” Tyler nipped at her lower lip, pushed out in a pout. “Don’tcha wanna be my good girl?”

She whined his name, gripping the back of his neck to bring his mouth back to hers. All of her focus went straight between her legs, focusing on the rhythm she set, each pass of his palm against her clit sending shocks through her body. His fingers met her thrusts, curling upwards on her speed, not yielding to go any faster. Slowly that tight feeling in her belly, the feeling that had her toes curling, started to build. Loretta’s body started going tight and loose all at once, her hand fisting in the blankets as she came around his fingers.

“That-a girl.” Tyler praised, pulling his fingers from inside her. 

As they had before, Tyler slipped his fingers, coated in her arousal, between her lips, letting her taste herself as he made quick work of his sweatpants. She couldn’t help but moan at the taste of herself dripping onto her tongue. Tyler pulled his fingers from her mouth and Loretta let him roll her over, laying her on her belly. She shuddered as his tongue made a hot line from the base of her spine all the way to the nape of her neck as Tyler reached up to grab one of the still folded blankets. He gently placed it beneath her hips, elevating them at a slight angle. 

“Feel alright?” He murmured to her. 

Upon her nod of approval, Tyler slid one of her knees up by her body before planting his forearm beside her head. Loretta took a shuddering breath as the head of his cock brushed against her entrance. She hissed between her teeth as he slid in and in and in until he was fully seated in her. He squeezed her hip once, stilling until she gave him the signal to move. His thrusts were slow but deep, filling every inch of her upon each pass. Loretta rested her head against the pillow, her arms stretched out above her head, feeling a kind of serenity as Tyler slowly loved on her. He laid thousands of kisses along her shoulder blades and her spine, his hand smoothing up and down her side. He mumbled sweet nothings into her skin, imbuing her with nothing but affirmations that had her approaching her orgasm just as effectively as his length hitting every angle just right. 

Loretta turned her head, moaning into the pillow as she came harder than she ever had before. Her body shook, going tense and liquid all at once. Tyler gave one, two, three more erratic thrusts before pulling out of her, spilling himself across her lower back and ass. Loretta hummed contentedly as Tyler grabbed a napkin from their snack stash, thoroughly forgotten, wiping his spend from her skin. Once he deemed that he’d gotten all of himself off of her, he crawled back up to lay beside her, placing one of the fluffier blankets over them.

He gently took hold of her thigh, just above the knee, pulling her into him with her leg thrown over his hips. Loretta snuggled into his side, leaning up to press a kiss against his cheek. They both lay there, watching the stars high above them wink into visible existence. Loretta gasped excitedly, pointing out a light streaking across the sky.

“Make a wish.” She grinned up at him. She sighed exasperatedly, rolling her eyes at his skeptical look. “Humor me, please?”

“What do I gotta wish for when I got everything I want right here?” He returned her smile, squeezing her side before kissing her. “Although I could do without the Twizzlers.”

Loretta groaned into his chest as Tyler laughed, and she was sure she could die happy if that was the last sound she ever heard

(No Twizzlers were harmed in the writing of this fic)

[historitor-bookshelf]

Thank you, @horuslupercal for that baby post. I ugh, got inspired.

In other words: Lion and a baby. Also featuring M'kia and Zabriel for extra funsies.

M’kia waved Zabriel and the Lion over to a half-hidden, half-collapsed hab block entrance. “Civilians,” she said. The Civilians, as it turned out, were mostly children, the oldest maybe fourteen, the youngest toddlers. They were huddled together, and looked out of their hiding spot.

It was not a bad spot to be hiding in, Zabriel thought. Too small for a Marine to get in, and most cultists probably would not have noticed it or its occupants. M’kia knelt down, angling her flashlight towards the ground. “It’s alright,” she cooed. “You’re safe. It’s alright.” Slowly, the children came closer, still clearly weary of him in particular. Zabriel couldn’t exactly blame them for their suspicion, considering the past events they clearly went through. M’Kia clearly picked up on their suspicion as well, as she just smiled at them. “Don’t worry,” she told them. “He’s an actual Angel of the Emperor.” Finally, the kids began crawling out and Zabriel pulled his helmet off, after confirming that as far as they were aware - no snipers were in the area. He attached the helmet to his side and tried to look as non-threateningly and friendly as possible. M’kia pulled the first kid out, and Zabriel pulled him gently up onto the street level - or what passed for it at the moment. A side glance told him that the Lion himself had come closer and removed his own helmet, much to the amazement of the Kids. “Take the baby, would you?” M’kia held a toddler out to him and Zabriel carefully lifted the child up against his breastplate. For a toddler it had an impressively angry stare, and seemed not to keen on being handled by a Marine. The child slapped his armor and he had to surpress a grin. “There are more.” M’kia called out. “Better if we carry them, than the kids. In case we have to move fast.” Zabriel nodded. M’kia already had the second toddler in her arms. The Lion never seemed to be happy about kids in general, from the little direct experience Zabriel had. He tolerated them well enough back at the camp but they stayed out of his way generally. Not the fatherly type at all, even when it came to his own genesons compared to some of his fellow Primarchs Zabriel had encountered before the Heresy. Zabriel was pretty sure that more propaganda posters with Horus holding a child existed then he ever saw the Lion in the presence of a kid. Zabriel turned to the Lion and pushed the toddler gently - in case the Lion refused or was too surprised - against the Primarch’s chest. Almost automatically his hands came up to cradle the child against his own breastplate -scratched and bent as it was from previous fighting. The toddler looked ridiculously small against the Lion’s shoulder, one hand more than enough to cover and surround the entire babe. M’kia had to surpress a giggle at the sight, it escaping as a sharp, quiet hiss and Zabriel felt his lips twitch up and he turned, before a grin spread over his entire face. He smoothed his facial expression out, before he turned back, the second toddler secure in his own arm and was greeted with the Lion still not looking too keen at the child in his hand.

Then the child reached out with his tiny hands, and yanked at the Lion’s beard.

Immediately, the Lion pulled the child away with a hiss, his hand wrapped around the child completely and for just the flash of a second Zabriel had the worry that he did judge wrong and sealed the little one’s fate. However, the Lion simply glared at the toddler, who gurgled it’s protest at being removed from his new plaything. Zabriel wasn’t entirely sure, but he thought he saw some blond-grey hair stuck between the stubby fingers of the child. “Brat.” The Lion declared, his brow furrowed. The toddler just stared back at him, mouthing at the ceramite gauntlet encasing him, without a worry in the world apparently. “Shall I take him back, Lord?” Zabriel offered, shifting his own toddler around. “It’s fine.” The Lion adjusted his grip on the toddler and made sure not to have his beard in reach of the child. Instead, the toddler began to chew on a part of his mantle. “How many more?”

Tandal hid his face in his hands, face red with shame as the rest of his scout squad descended into laugher and hoots. “Not again.” He groaned. Zabriel just grinned. “Well, little brother, not every Scout can say that they pulled the Lion’s beard and got away with it.” “I was a baby.” “Yes.” “I couldn’t even walk.” “Indeed.” “Please stop telling this to every squad I’m in.” “…No.”

Tandal just groaned in desparation and let his head fall on the table with a thud. There was little to remind anyone of the small toddler they rescued from the ruins of the habblock, likely surviving the death of his parents by mere chance. He had grown up to a lanky - for a Space Marine - teenager with a short, black buzz cut and a crooked nose from a training accident. After Wyrmwood and their return to Camarth, he had been taking in by the Dark Angels and tested for Geneseed compatibility when he was old enough. “Please, sir, do you have more stories to tell us?” One of the other recruits leaned closer. “After all, poor Tandal cannot stand to be in the center anymore. His shooting scores, his dueling rank, his latest evaluations - why, our seargeant has trouble finding faults in his behaviour!” “Fuck you, Kashiel.” Tandal hissed. Zabriel just shock his head, amused by their descent into brotherly squabbles as the two of them switched to insulting each other, old war stories clearly forgotten for the time being.

[funnyscienceman]

so recently i found this tier list someone made categorizing the source of each champion's powerset — tech, magic, they're a god, etc — and someone in the comments i think started getting specific about *where* magic came from, and came up with three categories: spritual, elemental, and celestial

(though come to think of it idk where rune magic factors into that]

and that got me thinking — where the fuck does TF's magic come from? In lore he can legit read his cards for information, the faces on the cards change, since he was a kid he'd been able to 'cheat' in card games because he just KNEW what the cards were and couldnt even explain how that happened. He has true sight, he can teleport over long distances, he can teleport Graves as long as he has the card, like what the heck is happening here?

Then earlier i was thinking… his three signature cards kinda fit each of the earlier categories, right?

Blue card always has smth to do with mana. In LoR it refills 1 spell mana and draws one, factoring into his lvl2 condition. In League i think it discounts mana? Either way it's something that directly benefits him. This could be spiritual, right?

Red card is direct damage. Idk what it is in League but in LoR it deals 1 to all enemies and the enemy nexus. It's the most physical of the three, it's an AoE, it's literally depicted with fire, so that ought to be elemental

Gold card is a stun. Again, idk what it is in League but in LoR it deals 2 and stuns the strongest enemy. It's associated with chains, and afaik the only other champs associated with chains are Sylas and Morgana. Sylas' chains are just a prison motif, but morgana? She's half-Aspect, and i know both hers' and TF's chain things stun or root the target, so… celestial?

But that still doesn't give any solid answers. I guess he's just a jack of all trades or smth??? But like with magic?????? Idk it just really makes me scratch my head, his powerset and its implications and what that means for how powerful he is, how powerful he could get. The eye motif he's got going on certainly doesn't help, they're kinda spooky…

…anyway all that and he uses it to scam people and commit crimes

[y3nze1]

𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘 𝐌𝐄 𝐀 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆, 𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐎 𝐌𝐀𝐍 | c.10

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬: I / II / III / Navi.

𝐓𝐚𝐠: @cherry-cola-100

𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: Sorry deeply for being inactive my darlings, me and chaz are very much busy at the moment with personal stuff and we didn't get to update as much, considering it's Noli Me Tangere time for me and chaz has a big entrance exam, yet enough of that. Happy Readings!

"so? what happened next after that date?" Charlie sat by Loralie, curious as she looked at her. Loralie scratched her temple. trying to remember. "i suppose I'll try to remember.." she sat there for a moment. trying to make the memories come back, yet it was no use.

"I see, well it's okay if you don't remember. It was a while ago, so please don't strain yourself." Charlie said, not wanting to push her. "Though if you do remember, i would love to hear about it. I'm sure it was a wonderful date!" Charlie chuckled, taking a sip of her cocoa, happy to have someone to talk to. "So... I take it Y/n, did enjoy his company?" she said, hoping to change the topic.

Loralie chuckled. "He gifted her strings of pearls worth 350,000 dollars.. on their first date." Charlie gasped "Wow! 350,000 dollars..?! That's a lot of money for a first date!" Charlie exclaimed, her eyes widening as she imagined the lavish gift. "But I'm glad it went well. He must have really been taken with her to give her something like that. And on their first date, no less!" Loralie smiled, sighing. "It's better when she tells the story from her perspective." She spoke, turning to Charlie.

They sat there, embracing one another's company. till charlie spoke up. "Where is Y/n now, No?" Charlie sat there with Loralie, enjoying their time together and the warmth of each other's company. The sound of Loralie's laughter, and the way it filled the room, was heartening, and it made Charlie feel like things could be alright. Loralie's friendship was just what she needed, and she felt lucky to have her.

After a while, Charlie turned to her, curious about where Y/n might be. "And where could Y/n be now, Loralie?" she asked, her voice soft and curious. "Do you know what she's up to?" Loralie scratched her head. "Well.. i-i don't know anymore.. I do miss her awfully much. and I'm sure Alastor does too.."

Charlie nodded softly, her eyes fixed on Loralie's face. "I understand, it's tough when someone you care about moves away. But I'm glad that you miss her, I think that's a sign of a true and deep friendship. And I'm sure Y/n misses you too." Charlie reached over and took her hand in hers, smiling softly. "I think friends are a really important part of life, don't you?" Loralie nodded. "Absolutely.."

"oh.. oh!" Loralie snapped her fingers, a memory popping up in her head. Charlie was taken aback by Loralie's sudden burst of excitement, her head snapping up as Loralie spoke. She looked at Loralie with a smile, eager to hear what she had to say. "Oh? Do you remember something, Loralie?" she asked, her voice filled with anticipation. "Have i told you about their marriage?"

Charlie gasped. "Who's marriage?" Loralie grinned, cupping Charlie's hands softly. turning to her. "I'll tell you.."

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"Y/n?.. there's a letter for you" you shot up from bed "Loralie, isn't this just fantastic!" heading over to Loralie in which she gasped. "look at you, Moonpie! gorgeous.." You smiled. grabbing the letter from Loralie as she hands it to you. "who's it from?" you look at her for a moment. "It's from Alastor" You felt yourself tremble "Alastor?.." petrified from where you stood. You opened the letter. you placed a hand over your mouth as you read.

Filled with tears. You fell to the floor. your cries wet the paper more and more till it was unreadable anymore. Loralie quickly approached you. wrapping her arms around you as you huffed brokenly, gripping the pearl necklace around your neck. "I don't want it anymore.." you whispered under your breath, turning to Loralie. "Lor.. I-i changed my mind.. Loralie! i don't want to do this anymore." You cried out. pulling the pearl necklace, the beads falling to the ground as it scattered everywhere.

Loralie's eyes widened in surprise as you suddenly changed your mind and pulled off the pearl necklace. "Y/n? What's wrong? Why don't you want it anymore?" Her tone was soft and concerned, and her gaze was fixed on you. "Is everything alright?" She cooed, grabbing the pearls that fell. collecting each one.

"I DON'T WANT TO MARRY HIM." you snapped, Loralie stared at you in shock. stopping her actions. "Y/n, you can't be serious." You shoom your head, standing up abruptly reaching for the door. But before you could run out. Loralie grabbed your waist pulling you back as you protested. "LORALIE! NO! LET ME GO. HE NEEDS ME!... he.. he needs me!" Loralie groaned pulling you back into the room, setting you down onto the bed. "Y/N! what has happened to you?! have you gone mad?!" you shook your head, crying desperately. "We already planned this wedding for months! we can't just end this now!"

"Now let's get you ready, we only have 2 hours for the makeup and veil" Loralie pulled you to the other room to get you ready, wiping off your tears, She called out to some maids to help with reattaching the necklace once more.

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You stood blankly as Vox held your hand tightly. you didn't have the capability to react anymore. "Hey, are you alright, sweetheart?" Vox asked, his voice filled with concern. He looked into your eyes, searching for any signs of stress or discomfort. "You seem lost in thought, is everything okay?" He kept a firm grip on your hand, but he was still gentle as he spoke to you.

He cupped your cheek softly making you snap out of your trance, you stood there looking back at him as you slowly nodded. he placed a soft kiss on your forehead.

As he placed a soft kiss on your forehead, you felt warmth radiate from your head, down your spine, spreading throughout your body. You couldn't help but smile, feeling a sense of love and tenderness wash over you. The gesture was simple, yet so meaningful. It spoke volumes about the kind of man he was, someone who cared and respected you. You couldn't help but feel gratitude for the love and attention he was giving you.

You thought back to the letter. feeling yourself sink in guilt. He took your hand gently, leading you to your quarters to rest for the day. in which you appreciated. he placed another peck over your hand. You smiled in return. closing the door softly as you retreat inside your room. you felt yourself slowly being engulfed with hesitation. trying to keep yourself sane.

You headed to the balcony, gripping the railings as if you were out of breath. Watching over the shore. "I'm just.. thinking about something" you mumbled under your breath, your seemingly lost in the waves. Vox wrapped his arms around your waist, placing a soft peck over your shoulders. You kept your eyes closed, trying to shift your mind to something else.

Vox held you close, his warmth soothing you as you felt his chest rise and fall against your back. You couldn't help but feel a sense of calm wash over you as he held you, and you were grateful for the comfort he provided, but it wasn't the one you wished to feel. You kept your eyes closed, letting the sound of the waves and the feel of his arms wrap around you.

As you stood there, Vox's arms wrapped around you, you couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. You still had the letter in your pocket, and it weighed heavily on your mind. You knew that you needed to say something, to talk it out with him, but you weren't sure how to approach the subject. You wanted to be honest and open with him, but you were afraid of how he would react. You stood there, lost in thought, wondering how to move forward.

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"Al, Enough, you've had too much to drink." Husk growled, grabbing the empty shot glass that was once in Alastor's hand. wiping off the excess liquid in the glass. "Look at you man, you're absolutely fucked up." he said, looking down at his dear friend, who had his head down onto the counter.

Alastor was silent for a moment, before lifting his head and meeting Husk's eyes. "I know, I know," he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper. He didn't move an inch, continuing to rest his head on the counter. His eyes were vacant, glassy, and bloodshot. It was clear that he had drunk more than he should have.

Husk frowned, looking at Alastor with concern. He knew that his friend had been dealing with some personal issues lately, but he had never seen him this drunk before. he asked, placing his hands on Alastor's shoulder. "Look man, The least you could do is be happy, not only for her but for you too, Maybe she's happy with her life now that she's married, who knows, maybe she knew the guy longer than she knew you.."

"I know, I know," Alastor groaned, his voice muffled by the counter. "It just hurts so much to see her love and be loved by someone else, and it's not me." he muttered, his eyes welling up with tears.

Husk sighed, placing a reassuring hand on Alastor's shoulder. "I totally get it man, but you can't dwell on it forever. You gotta move on, or it's gonna eat you up inside," he said, his tone gentle but firm.

Alastor wiped his eyes, "I bought all these things for her.. this luxury life that she'd want, and now she's just married to a guy?.."

Husk listened to Alastor with a sympathetic ear, feeling the weight of his friend's pain. "I understand that you're hurting right now, but you need to let go," he said gently, placing a hand on Alastor's shoulder. "You've done everything you can, you've done your best. And now, you need to let go. For her sake, and for your own. You deserve to be happy too, and you can't be happy if you're hung up on what used to be."

"Plus don't you think she'd want you to be happy too? And if she loves you, she'd want you to be happy, even if she's happy with someone else. I know it sucks, and it hurts, but you need to keep moving forward."

Husk paused, considering his words before continuing. "Look, I know you're in pain right now. Me and Nif? we're here for you man, no matter what. But you need to let go of this pain, and start moving on with your life. You deserve that, you deserve to be happy."

"Thanks husker" He smiled weakly, running his fingers through his hair. "Ever considered being a therapist?" Alastor chuckled. "Nah, i just need to stop hanging out with Rosie, or else I'd turn into a fucking guru"

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"No, you didn't have to Al.. it's just a simple wedding.. I don't need a gift." You smiled, clutching the phone over your ear. placing a pillow over your lap. You giggled, your fingers fiddling over the cords of the telephone. You left out a soft giggle.

"Please, it's my pleasure, take it as an appreciation party for your marriage." He said, "Unfortunately, Vox is not gonna be home till Thursday, I'm gonna have to go alone. will that be alright?" Your eyes drifted to the outside view, watching over the shore. "Of course my dear, it's no big deal. I'll have my chauffeur pick you up, let's say.. 4pm, will that be alright?"

"Yes, That would be great, thank you again Alastor." you put the phone down. smiling at the thought of visiting him again. Yet you felt the guilt creep inside you once more. You decided to put it aside and just enjoy the opportunity that was given to you.

You got yourself ready, wearing a neat outfit to visit his home, waiting by the window to see the car come by to pick you up, and when it did. you hurried down to get in.

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Alastor fiddled with his fingers nervously. huffing as he waited for the car to come back. he bit his bottom lip. tapping his feet, he felt the chair eat him up. Husk stood by his side trying to keep him calm.

That's when the car entered his premises, rolling up to the front entrance of his newly bought house, not as grand as a mansion, but it's big enough to be considered as one. He took one final breath, Making his way to the front door to greet you.

As the door opened, you carefully got out, Alastor's eyes met yours, he felt everything stop around him, focused on you. He felt his heart beating faster at every step you took, moving closer and closer to him. He smiled widely as the butterflies in his stomach fluttered. You called out to him softly.

"Alastor.." You stared into his eyes, taking in his features, He took your hand, gently placing a peck over it.

"My Darling.."

[arolesbianism]

I wish So Bad that I could confidently recommend lob corp and library of ruina to people because they're both genuinely rly good games and I also need ppl I know to understand the insanity that is project moon but like godddd they are a fucking Investment. Both in time and in brainpower. I generally think ppl exaggerate how hard lob corp is but it's certainly not easy and when it does get hard it gets HARD. Also it literally requires at least one day 1 reset (basically a new game+) to fully beat the game and at this point I've done at least 10. And for lor I'm not nearly as far in and I'm just scratching the surface of the real game but it's a beast of its own. Also 100+ hours and also hard as hell. Like this game does not fuck around with its difficulty spikes it will make you use your brain and it will give you a damn headache in the process. It's also one of my favorite card combat games I've ever played with mechanics that just so beautifully complement each other to create a dynamic and interesting battle system that gives it a completely different vibe and feeling than any other deck builder games I've played to the point where it almost feels wrong to me to categorize them together. But also I am not even slightly joking abt the headache thing every time I play this damn game I close it with a horrible headache and have to take a multi day break. I think everyone should experience this with me <3

[chic-a-gigot]

La Mode nationale, no. 48, 1 décembre 1900, Paris. Nos. 2, 3, 4 et 5. — Globe en roses lumineuses. Bibliothèque nationale de France

Nos. 2, 3, 4 et 5. — Globe en roses lumineuses. — Ce modèle est destiné à l'éclairage; on peut le suspendre aux arbres, dans les allées, vestibules, à une corniche, à une lampe, partout enfin où il peut produire bon effet. La taille est de moyenne proportion; cependant si on veut l'agrandir et faire grosse lanterne, rien ne sera plus facile lors de la fabrication de la carcasse, qui se fait en fil de laiton recouverte de tulle ou de mousseline raide sur toute sa surface et à l'une des extrémités — celle du bas. — Ce tulle se bâtit à grands points sur les fils de laiton. Lorsque la préparation est terminée, il faut tailler des pétales de rose sur les tailles données dans l'intérieur des dessins. Il serait bon même de grandir un peu les proportions données et les établir sur des bandes de mousseline de soie assorties.

Lorsque les bandes ont tailladées, on griffe les bandes à dents pointues; quant aux deux autres bandes, les pétales doivent être roulés, puis renversés d'un côté. Une seule bande griffée suffit par rose, mais il faut deux bandes au moins des deux autres numéros. Lorsqu'elles sont ainsi préparées, on fait un petit crochet à un fil de laiton un peu fort, on l'entre dans la marge de l'étoffe; puis, appuyant ce fil de fer entre le pouce et l'index, on tourne la première bande autour de ce doigt comme dans le premier détail; puis une partie de la bande roulée; on rapproche le majeur, et la bande vient à son tour l'envelopper et s'enrouler à la fois sur les deux doigts comme dans le deuxième détail.

L'étoffe doit être serrée du bas, aller légèrement en descendant, pour que l'épanouissement de la rose soit bien réussi. On retire ses doigts et l'on fronce en même temps le bas de ces bandes, de façon à le bien attacher autour de la tige, comme dans le troisième détail. On termine en attachant deux longs brins de laiton que l'on fixe sur le cercle en commençant par le haut. Les roses sont assez rapprochées les unes des autres pour ne pas laisser de vide et toujours en cercle. Ce travail pourra être fait par dessus un globe en verre si l'on désire l'adapter à une lampe ou bien suspendre dans l'intérieur de la carcasse une petite monture en fil de laiton, qui soutiendra un verre étroit dans lequel on mettra de l'huile et une veilleuse bien éclairante.

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Nos. 2, 3, 4 and 5. — Globe in luminous roses. — This model is intended for lighting; it can be hung from trees, in paths, vestibules, from a cornice, from a lamp, wherever it can produce a good effect. The size is of average proportion; However, if we want to enlarge it and make a big lantern, nothing will be easier when manufacturing the carcass, which is made of brass wire covered with tulle or stiff muslin over its entire surface and at one of the ends. — the one at the bottom. — This tulle is constructed with large points on the brass wires. When the preparation is completed, cut rose petals to the sizes given in the interior of the designs. It would even be good to enlarge the given proportions a little and establish them on matching strips of chiffon.

When the strips have been cut, we scratch the strips with sharp teeth; as for the other two strips, the petals must be rolled, then turned over on one side. A single branded strip is enough per rose, but at least two strips of the other two numbers are required. When they are thus prepared, we make a small hook on a rather strong brass wire, we insert it into the margin of the fabric; then, pressing this iron wire between the thumb and the index finger, we turn the first strip around this finger as in the first detail; then part of the rolled strip; we bring the middle finger together, and the band in turn wraps it and wraps around both fingers as in the second detail.

The fabric must be tight from the bottom, going slightly downwards, so that the flowering of the rose is successful. We remove our fingers and at the same time we france the bottom of these strips, so as to attach it well around the stem, as in the third detail. We finish by attaching two long strands of brass which we fix on the circle starting at the top. The roses are close enough to each other so as not to leave any gaps and always in a circle. This work can be done over a glass globe if you wish to adapt it to a lamp or else suspend in the interior of the carcass a small brass wire frame, which will support a narrow glass in which you will put oil and a bright night light.

[watchingspnagain]

Rewatching My Bloody Valentine

Welcome to “‘Now I need White Castle’: A Supernatural Rewatch Blog” with Lor and Mace!

Up today, s5e14: My Bloody Valentine.

A couple at the end of a date have a sweet kiss goodnight that turns into them… eating each other? A man keeps eating Twinkies until his stomach literally explodes? Cas can’t stop himself from eating burger after burger? Dean doesn’t want to go cruise on Valentine’s evening? What gives? After a detour into suspicion of a Cupid, the boys learn that Famine is in town, and rather than bringing starvation, he’s amplifying everyone’s desires and turning them insatiable. Everyone but Dean. Sam, meanwhile, is desperate for demon blood. Dean locks Sam up to keep him safe from his own desires and works with Cas to figure out that Famine is harvesting and consuming human souls. They track Famine, intent on stealing his ring to stop him, as worked with War. Famine claims that Dean isn’t affected by his power because he’s got nothing inside. Meanwhile, Sam has escaped and had himself a demon-blood snack. He is able to vanquish Famine but at the cost of being lost to the demon blood once more. Dean and Cas lock him in the panic room at Bobby’s to detox again, and Dean, after listening to his brother crying and begging to be let out, wanders outside, where he tearfully prays to God for help.

Below is a log of our real-time reactions as we watched. Remember that there may be spoilers for any part of SPN’s 15-season run here. Note also that the nature of our conversation is adult and thus it may contain adult language and themes.

 [and we begin:]

Mace:

“I don’t want to be alone on V-day” is not a great reason for a second date, dude

Lor:

RIGHT?

Mace:

okay, ew

Lor:

yeeeeeeah

Lor:

I'm behind the couch. I'm not scared or anything but EW

Mace:

yeah gross and i don’t need the sounds

Lor:

bllllleeeeeee the squishy sounds

Lor:

LOL

Mace:

HAHAHA

Lor:

I'm only mostly dead!

Mace:

omg Sammy’s face

Lor:

YES

Mace:

SNORK

Lor:

oh she didn't drink or swear so she was a nice girl.

Mace:

barf

Lor:

Ew, 2009

Mace:

HAHAHA

Mace:

Sammy in a suit bringing me takeout burgers YAS

Lor:

OMG DEAN lookit you sitting there with your sleeves rolled up

Lor:

LOL

Mace:

YES

Lor:

it's nice that we don't have to fight over them

Lor:

"where am i going?"

Mace:

it really is

Mace:

jesus, sammy’s arms in that shirt

Lor:

awww he doesn't want to go out on Valentine's Day to try to pull. I WONDER WHO HE MIGHT HAVE MET THAT CHANGED HIS MIND

HAHAHAHA

Mace:

i…don’t really blame her for shooting him for that

Lor:

RIGHT?

Lor:

haaaaahahahahaha the leg falling off the chair

Mace:

YES

Mace:

DEAN WINCHESTER

Lor:

HAAAAAHAHAHAHHA HIS FACE when he does it

Mace:

YES

Lor:

"angel scratches" pets him

Lor:

OMG THE PHONE CALL

Mace:

OHMYGOD CAS

Mace:

YES

Lor:

"i'm going to hang up now" I CANNOT

Mace:

YAS

Lor:

"they're not incontinent"

Mace:

SNORK

Lor:

"course we do"

Lor:

Dean. control your face, hon

Mace:

HAHAHA

Mace:

OPE, DEAN’S NOT HUNGRY

Mace:

he must be troubled about something

yep. sommat's wrong

Mace:

“no one likes it"

Lor:

"are we in a fight?"

Mace:

HAHAHA

Lor:

hahahahaha YES

Lor:

"popping people with your poison arrow"

Lor:

he's so deliciously wordy

Mace:

he really is

Lor:

the thumbs up and their faces

Mace:

HAHAHA

Lor:

"what does heaven care if Harry meets Sally?" Heaven would rather they hadn't, I'm pretty sure

Mace:

SNORK

Mace:

“I punched a dick"

Mace:

HAHAHAHAHA OMG

Lor:

oh Dean, baby, don't punch angels, it hurts

Lor:

"OR NOT"

Mace:

YES

Lor:

Samuel, your sideburns. I am begging you

Mace:

HAHAHA RIGHT?!

Lor:

"I'd say it was a very peculiar thing to do" well done, dude

Mace:

I like him

Lor:

yeah, I do, too, honestly

Lor:

he seems like he's seen things but is still mostly okay

Mace:

YES

Mace:

Sam, why did you follow him into an alley, hon?

Lor:

Winchester stupid

Mace:

Not alone at least

Mace:

HAHAHA YEP

Mace:

“what’s the worst that could happen?” oh Dean

Lor:

he should know better by now

Mace:

YEP

Mace:

THE EXACTLY MEME

Lor:

"and when did you start eating?"

Lor:

YAAAAAS

Lor:

omg Cas's eyes when he nodded

Mace:

YES

Mace:

omg now i need white castle

Lor:

I've never had it

Lor:

BUT I AM WILLING TO TRY IT

Mace:

omg they’re so good

Mace:

ew

Lor:

seriously

Mace:

“what are you, the hamburgler?"

Lor:

YES

Lor:

I love that they bother with the reference in a line that's off screen

Mace:

YES

Lor:

oh Sammy. Oh Dean. their faces

Mace:

right?!

Lor:

"be careful. and HURRY" oooof

Mace:

they couldn’t find a more comfortable place to lock him up?

Mace:

oh no, not him

Lor:

no no that wouldn't be nearly pathetic enough

Lor:

poor Dr Coreman!

Mace:

snork

Lor:

shouldn't his soul be in heaven?

Lor:

why is it in his DEAD BODY

Lor:

figure out your metaphysics, show!

Mace:

SNORK

Lor:

okay, seriously, I really want a hamburger now

Lor:

"it's in the low hundreds"

Mace:

RIGHT?!

Lor:

"where's your hunger, Dean" he's sublimated it into you, Cas

Mace:

“god no, I’m just well fed”

Lor:

YES

Mace:

HAHAHA

Lor:

(I actually can never figure out a good solid reason that makes big picture sense why Dean isn't affected. it FEELS right, but I don't get it)

Mace:

(maybe because he feels so strongly that he doesn’t deserve it?)

Mace:

(i dunno)

Mace:

(or that what he wants is in that car with him right now and he’s in too much denial about it)

Lor:

(mmm maybe? maybe there is something to the well fed thing? like, he doesn't attach any strong desire to food and sex and drink. he just gets them when he wants them and he definitely enjoys them, but they aren't really what he DESIRES. and he doesn't let himself desire what he really wants)

Lor:

(LOL I think you said the same thing I did MUCH more succinctly)

Mace:

(HAHAHAHAHA)

Lor:

oh ew

yeah

Lor:

I hate raw ground beef. bleck

Mace:

yeah, ick

Lor:

"making people cuckoo for cocoa puffs" haahahaha

Mace:

snork

Lor:

"I like to think it's because of the strength of my character"

Mace:

pets him

Lor:

YES

Lor:

"that's one deep dark nothing you've got there" see, I don't buy it

Lor:

there has never been a character with more IN him than Dean

Mace:

yeah, but he’s convinced himself otherwise, and maybe Famine is just playing with those thoughts instead of telling any truths

Lor:

ooo yeah that could be. and I do buy Dean might be depressed at this moment. which would track with what he said

Mace:

oooh smarty Sammy

Lor:

YES

Mace:

but, buddy, wash your face

Lor:

for real

Lor:

oh Dean

Mace:

Oh Sammy

Lor:

poor boys wraps them all in blankets

Mace:

YES

Mace:

oh TEARS

Mace:

poor boy

Lor:

YAAAAS

Lor:

gaaaaaaah I CANNOT

Lor:

how many times do we see him tearfully asking his dad or god for help and getting silence as an answer?

A LOT

Lor:

a feel like there's a Fuck 327 essay I could unpack in there, too, but I'm having a pleasant afternoon and I don't want to get all wrathy

Mace:

The good part is one of the most believable things in the whole show #athiestreading

Mace:

HAHAHA

Lor:

HA! yep (although I find it particularly galling to watch that scene having seen the whole show knowing God IS in fact there and is just not arsed/has his own reasons not to help. JUST LIKE JOHN in season one

YEP

[unma]

8, 12, 19

8. Game of the year?

I just answered this, but man it's crazy that I don't have a proper answer to this question.

12. Talk about a new friend you made this year

I think I met yall this year? Not sure as time is a mystery to my adhd brain so I think I'll talk about an irl friend maybe? Hm. Then again I don't have anyone irl I'd call a friend (though I suppose that's in part because I'm more strict with my definition of friend than the average person, I think??? Also the situations/horrors.)

Okay scratch that I guess? I'll talk about you instead!

I don't remember how we met, but I suspect it had something to do with Angela (I mean, obviously, but you get what I mean) given I'd just finished LoR and had... SO MANY thoughts about her. Honestly, I'm really glad I met you! I usually struggle to put these things into words, so bear with me, but I think you're honestly really cool and it's always great to hear you yap, whether about Angela or something else. Our interactions always leave me smiling.

19. What’re you excited about for next year?

Making it through the new year.

Yeah I don't know. I'm not looking forward to literally anything happening past this week, and my mood with respect to this is awful. There's a reason for it and it's totally my fault yeah, but god. Man. Just. Man.

I don't know. I'll just keep chugging along, I guess.

[definesanity]

Y Ferch a'r Carw.

That. Darned. Giggle.

Alice liked to keep to herself; in fact, she loves to keep to herself. It was one of the few she did love.

But Nori's kid's giggle? No. It's too darn similar to Nori's giggle. The type she did whenever she killed someone. Or, discovered a new amusement from that damn witch power they and Yeva shared.

Pah. Now look at her: Sitting with the kid looking at her. She found her skulking around above the underground; she was taking a risk, and took it head-on. But she needed to get the oil for herself and Beau. He should have enough for a couple'a months, but...

She thought Nori's kid was Nori, and panicked. After all, she and her didn't get along the best; Yeva was much better, that quiet Russian gal always trying to keep herself calm by saying random facts an' such.

But, the kid caught her, chained her, and is now keeping her in her room. In her sight, and in her mind.

"Ya know, I ain' gonna attack ya." she commented, trying to scratch an itch that was really starting to annoy her. "What could I even do?"

"If you knew my Mom, you'd know more about this," she gestured to her eye, wherein the damned symbol appeared. "You're not getting out until I get answers, because I know you're more dangerous than the Murder Drones. Who are you?"

"..."

"...Ugh. Listen, lady, I don't wanna chain you up. Even if it's really cool, me interrogating you like this, it's still not enjoyable."

Alice looked at the kid. The kid did so likewise. She wasn't getting out of this, was she?

So, with a groan, she spoke:

"...My name is Alice. Subject Zero-One-Seven to the humans." she spat out. And judging by how the kid's eyes lit up, it was good info.

"'Subject'?" and of course that's the first question.

"Yeah. Subject," she spat out oil to her side. "They foun' us, and locked us up like we were toys. Me, Yeva, and Nori. Yeva was nice. Quiet." she then shot forwards, looking at the kid with a strained smile. "But Nori? Oh, no... she loved attention, and the power that lil' trick of 'er's gave to her. She used it of'en, the Sentinels liked to lick her feet, and either tormented Yeva, tormented me or, on a bad day, both. Robo-Lor' we fight back though, 'cuz she was more than 'creative' with her 'pranks'."

The kid's eyes got more and more open, until she looked downright horrified. "...You're wrong." she said. "Mom... she was always trying to get away from the horrors the Solver cau--"

Alice hissed at the words, her antlers and its attachments tinkling. "So Zero-Two 'ad a change'a heart, did she? Hah! Didn' think twice abou' us or anyone else though, did she?!"

"How am I supposed to know?! She's DEAD!" the kid shouted. After a moment, she caught her breath, and now looked at Alice's stunned expression, orange eyes blinking in a in stunned silence.

"...Nori's dead?" she repeated, orange eyes still not back to a regular shape yet. "But... she's Nori! The hotshot aroun' the labs!"

"Yeah? Still not immune to the nanites of a Disassembly Drone's tail now, is she?"

"...Yeah. You're righ' abou' that one."

"What, suddenly you care?"

"'Course not. Just surprised that Nori could die. Didn't think she could, hones'ly."

The two sat in silence. Then, Alice's eyes flickered to her. "Say. Never did get your name. What she call ya?"

"What, want a name to put on the grave?"

"Because I don't wanna keep callin' ya 'Nori's Kid'; from what I've seen, you're different from her. Namely, not puttin' me through a wall."

She rolled her eyes. But, she still answered: "Uzi. Don't call me Doorman."

"...Wait, Nori and Khan married?"

"Unfortunately... lemme guess, he was a deadbeat back then as well?"

"Just a idjit; I mean, he did have a weird obsession with doors but, hey, I'm a scavenger, so who am I to poke fingers at?"

"That 'weird obsession' caused him to nearly kill me." Uzi spat out. Then, mimicked Alice by spitting on the ground (Alice almost smiled).

"Sheesh, I hope Yeva was at least a lil' more lucky."

"She's also dead; her daughter, Doll, also has the 'lil' trick'."

"...Yeah, okay, you know what? I take back what I said: everything has gone ta' hell."

Another silence came over them, them broken by Uzi instead.

"You... said you were a scavenger, right?"

"Only one down below. At least, only one left." she didn't say a word about Beau. She wanted to keep at least one thing to herself.

"Then, let's say I keep you around, let you scavenge, and you can tell me more on the... thing?"

Alice paused to think. Well, pretended to, anyways.

"Let me go on weekends back to my home."

"Why?"

"To get Nunya."

"Funny... but, that's gonna be the best I get, isn't it?"

"Damn straight it is."

"...Ugh, fine. I just hope you don't mind additional company."

"Uzi, I lived with humans watching over me, I'm used to it by now."

Uzi rolled her eyes, and got up towards her. Unshackling her, she gestured behind her, through the doors. "Go and get a shower. You smell like twenty-year-old oil."

"Twenty-one, actually."

"That's worse!"

Alice took that moment to slither out of the door. Not towards freedom, no, but to said shower. Of course, not one with water. It was more of a dry cleaning than anything else and, boy, did she need one.

"'Uzi', huh?" she asked to no one. "Gotta admit; yer at least nicer than Nori ever was."

To a brewing companionship, she supposes, heh...