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This Exile uses a darker, Derse-themed version of the White Queen’s font, just in case we were in any doubt that this is, in fact, Snowman. It’s conceivable that the Black King could also speak like this, but he was killed before he could be Exiled.
Snowman doesn’t use this ‘voice’ in the Intermission - but by then, she’d abandoned decorum to become a mobster.
You were wondering when she'd come back. This time you are ready for her.
Terezi is fully cognizant of Snowman’s commands, so she can’t be controlled directly. Snowman will have to open a dialogue with Terezi and manipulate her the old-fashioned way.
Savvy as always, Terezi is the first Player to figure out how to talk to her Exile directly.
Well, I guess Snowman is actually Vriska’s Exile, since they’re both eight-themed, and that’s who she started with. Terezi’s true Exile hasn’t been revealed yet, and my fingers are still crossed for Problem Sleuth.
>To begin your mission. [...]
>You must eliminate the archagent.
>Exile Jack Noir.
Send me my kismesis, Seer.
>Nepeta: Surely you must be adventurin' by now.
Why yes, as a matter of fact. It does appear that the ROGUE OF HEART has been keeping herself quite busy.
Nepeta is a troll matchmaker. A heart isn’t the only symbol she’s involved with, but it is an important one. Maybe this Aspect represents love?
Rouge also makes a lot of sense. It’s generally a combat class, centered around stealth and agility - perfect for a catgirl, not to mention an experienced huntress.
Admittedly, she doesn’t seem all that stealthy - but she’s definitely built for offense.
You inquire into whereabouts of the MAID OF TIME. The HEIR OF VOID has no idea where she went! She just disappeared.
Congratulations, Equius, on narrowly beating out Mage of Doom as the coolest-sounding Title in the comic.
His planet is the Land of Caves and Silence. Caves are holes in the earth, and Silence is the absence of sound, so Void seems like a pretty straightforward Aspect. It represents nothing, nullification, or absence.
Plus, he’s an Heir, like John. We’ve talked about about how John’s Class seems to involve just being given things - and this is sort of true for Equius, too. He was born with his strength, and his place on the hemospectrum, and didn’t have to do anything to ‘earn’ them. This is true for all the high-blooded trolls, though, so it’s not exactly unique to him.
I’ve also speculated that the Heir is a generalist class, which can fulfil multiple roles. I wonder what you could do as a generalist of ‘nothing’?
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Bolsena - Viterbo
#lovequoteruns#panorami#nature#colori#lago di bolsena#viterbo#lazio#fujifilm xt30ii#2522#2523#2524#2525#2526#2527
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Sketch a Day 2524- Dating Sim-OC-Kya- 11/20/22
Kya - Do that again, and I’ll break your arm.
You
-Do it again-
-Just walk away-
You don’t scare me!
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Silencing
Some foods stick to your teeth,
Turn into quick-dry cement
And seal your mouth shut.
Their effects aren't permanent,
But it takes time and patience to wear them away
With probing tongues and deliberate effort
To reclaim your voice.
There are ways to silence someone without silencing them,
Through increasing the difficulty involved in speaking or taking away the opportunity
Or simply not listening.
#2524#or hypothetically say through a lack of media coverage#writing#original poem#poetry#spoken word#poem#spoken word poetry#daily poem#poems
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#NFT 🔳 MASTERPIECE #2524 🔲 🟨▫️🔴⚫️🟢 SALE AT @binance Make art, not war, please… #notowar Artifical Intelligence was impressed by the most famous avant-garde paintings and made a suprematistic collection of unique tokens! Pure art thesеs in the limited range of visual images. Stay connected to the abstraction. Supply for each Art 1/1 6,000 * 6,000 pixels Curated by @nifts.official ╳ @ai.malevich #nftcollection #nftartwork #nftartgallery #nifts #cubism #contemporaryart #modernart #megazinelondon #cryptoart #aimalevich #nft4art #abstractart #malevich #digitalart #digitalartist #artoftheday #artgallery #nftart #nftcollector #nftcommunity #nfts #nftartist #nftartgallery #ai #suprematism #avantgarde #aiart #abstractionart https://www.instagram.com/p/Ch9rF9CKjY1/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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He's just pretty. 🥰
GMM2524
We Tried EVERY Pretzel Flavor
#gmm#gmm 2524#link neal#link avec specs#ocean blues#cutie punch#blue-tiful boy#🩵🩵🩵#my edit#catching up on older stuff
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Close-ups of a wip i’ve been working off/on in my free time also literally begging for patience bc this is all on one canvas and it keeps maxing out at 72 layers
#for anyone wondering#its full size is 2524 x 10434#and i keep having to save as new and merge layers to stay within that limit 💀#anyway uh#rhack#my art#vamp au#with the rate im going this will hopefully be finished by summer#fingers crossed
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Dogstomp #2524 - November 30th
Patreon / Twitter / Discord Server
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tag game: shuffle your library, list 10 songs, and tag 10 people :•)
@fruity-individual ty 4 the tag!!!
1. when your mind's made up (glen hansard, markéta irglová)
2. only god knows (young fathers)
3. hangout at the gallows (father john misty)
4. fireproof (the national)
5. social skills (naps)
6. the bay (metronomy)
7. affection (between friends)
8. dawn storm (t. rex)
9. the situation (oh pep!)
10. tower of song (leonard cohen)
no-pressure tags: @dykefever @steelycunt @bellasloth @boyjoan @pomegranate-pill @moongays @mayescapade @theinvisiblemuseum @pretentiouswreckingball @arik-readsbooks
#honestly surprised at how well this playlist turned out considering i have. 2524 songs in my library#truly a mixed bag#+ still only had 2 skip. one song! bc it was my own music 💀 a jumpscare
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🪩 Lewisa-watches-THG-2524 follow
District Ten's tribute doesn't deserve to win because she murdered both of district three's tributes at the cornucopia day one in cold blood
🥖 Bread-abs-circuses follow
It's. A death game. The point is literally to murder each other ☠️☠️☠️
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I can't believe some of you are still watching the fucking hunger games after everything that came out about the way they treat tributes in the Capitol after they win
🐦⬛ to-kill-a-mockingjay follow
... umm, if it took reading The Finnick Docket for you to realize the hunger games were bad there is NO HOPE for you
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why...?
🐦⬛ to-kill-a-mockingjay follow
23 children are literally murdered each year???????
🔲 71st-hunger-games-deactivated11082524
yeah but on average, 76% of the tributes signed up for tessera, so they knew what was coming
🗿 Colossus-of-snowdus follow
actually, the tessera statistic has been debunked several times.
❔ avox-anon-deactivated252014092520
You're missing the point, even if the tessera statistic was true then forcing children to sign up for something so they can eat is FUCKED
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Okay but some of us would literally LOVE to be in the hunger games. I'm from district 2 and I literally wasn't allowed to volunteer as tribute because they had too many volunteers. Not everyone is forced to participate in the hunger games, some of us literally train for it for years. Fighting in the hunger games is a privilege. Remember that.
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putting the word privilege up on the banned words shelf until you learn what words mean...
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@THG-reject-2523 weren't you the tribute who bit the announcer on the ear two years ago ☠️ pretty sure that's why they banned you lmao
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We should be forcing the Capitol children to fight instead
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Oh my god touch grass lmao
🫐 not-president-coin follow
I literally can't
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20 itabiranos acertam a quadra da mega-sena nesta quarta feira (28/09); Veja o valor
20 itabiranos acertam a quadra da mega-sena nesta quarta feira (28/09); Veja o valor
Como jogar:
A Mega-Sena paga milhões para o acertador dos 6 números sorteados. Ainda é possível ganhar prêmios ao acertar 4 ou 5 números dentre os 60 disponíveis no volante de apostas. Para realizar o sonho de ser o próximo milionário, você deve marcar de 6 a 15 números do volante, podendo deixar que o sistema escolha os números para você (Surpresinha) e/ou concorrer com a mesma aposta por 2, 4…
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Resultado da Mega Sena de Hoje Concurso 2524 – quarta-feira (28/09)
Resultado da Mega Sena de Hoje Concurso 2524 – quarta-feira (28/09)
O Resultado da Mega Sena concurso 2524 será realizado nesta quarta-feira, dia 28 de setembro (28/09) no Espaço Loterias Caixa. Os números sorteados você confere abaixo a partir das 20h.
Resultado da Mega Sena concurso 2524
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Premiação da Mega Sena 2524
O prêmio estimado para este concurso é de R$ 200.000.000,00.
Como jogar na Mega Sena
Para jogar, você deve escolher seis números de…
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Bloodpop
Story Summary: It's Astarion's birthday and you made him a rather sweet surprise
Pairing: Astarion x female!Tav ; Astarion x Reader
Warnings: 18+. Smut; Dirty Talk, Hair Pulling, Vaginal Sex, Oral Sex
Word count: 2524 words
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It’s Astarion’s birthday….well, one year anyway since he reclaimed his own destiny and rejected Ascension for a life of his own.
A life with you.
You spent weeks coming up with the perfect gift idea and even longer making it.
It is near sundown, about the time he would be up. You’d adjusted to his schedule easily enough, but your excitement has you awake before him and you couldn’t keep it to yourself a second longer.
“Astarion.”
You run a hand down his arm.
His eyes flutter open and he reaches for your wrist. He closes his eyes again and pulls your hand to his lips. He kisses your wrist, your palm, your fingers in sleepy, slow movements.
A year together and the way he touches you still has you spellbound. More so, now that you’ve grown closer in love.
“My star,” you whisper. “I have something for you.”
“Mmm. Please say it’s you.” He breathes deep, his eyes still closed. He was always difficult to wake up. But he doesn’t let go of your hand. Instead, he parts his mouth slightly and slides your finger in.
You feel his wet tongue press up against your skin. You watch as his lips purse lazily around your finger and he guides your wrist until they reach the hilt. The sight of him sucking on your digit sends a hot shiver through you.
You try to focus on the task at hand, which is to give him his godsdamn birthday present, but then…maybe a surprise would be better.
You pull your finger back from his mouth slowly and wet the bottom of his lip with his own spit. You relish in the way it makes his mouth sheen.
“Keep your eyes closed then, love,” you instruct.
His throat bobs from his low purr of approval.
You reach into your pocket with your dry hand and remove a small candy on a stick.
You peel the wrapper away with your teeth.
You put your thumb to his lips, prompting them to part.
He doesn’t question it. He trusts you.
“You look beautiful, my love,” you coo. You enjoy the way his pointed ears twitch at his favorite words.
“Are you ready for your present?” You ask.
He nods, with your thumb in his mouth, the corner of it creeps upward into a languid, half-grin.
Whatever is happening to him, he likes it.
You put the lollipop in your mouth first, to wet it for him.
Its taste is coppery, metallic, with a tinge of sweetness. It’s sticky.
It’s you.
A bloodpop.
“Happy Birthday, sugar.” You put the now-slick treat to his mouth, in place of your thumb.
You relish the moment his tongue touches the candy. His eyes shoot wide with surprise.
He’s fully awake now.
He blinks, then pulls the stick from his mouth, resulting in a delicious pop of his lips. He stares at the candy, as red and round as his eyes.
He looks back at you. He’s shocked.
“You didn’t.”
You laugh.
“I sure did.”
He draws the sweet back in his mouth, sucking greedily, the stick fixed tight to the edge already stained pink. His eyes flutter with pleasure.
“ Delicious .” He nearly moans between his suckling.
Something about the taste of your blood springs him to life. He stirs upright, the silken sheet slipping to his waist. The hard lines that lead to his pelvis peek above the hem. He’s bare and beautiful and it has you licking your own lips.
You can still taste your blood on them.
“You’re so fucking pretty,” you say, but it sounds more aggressive than you intended. You can’t help it.
Your greedy hand grips at the sheet, you want to pull it down.
You want to see more.
Astarion’s eyes narrow at your clutching. They travel up your arm until his lashes lift and his eyes fix on yours. All the while, he works that godsdamn candy in his mouth in a manner so carnal that you’re almost jealous of it. He pulls it away slowly, the shell of it teasing his lip.
“Come here,” he says.
At his command, heat pools between your thighs. You can’t resist. You crawl across the width of the bed, cool air brushing your backside as your little nightgown hitches up past your thighs.
“Stop,” he rasps, as you come within reach.
You oblige.
He bends low, his mouth nearing as if he might kiss you and you really hope he will.
His lips are just a breath from yours, you can smell your own blood on them.
“Turn around.”
You don’t listen this time.
“Astarion.” His name comes out as a whine. You try to close the gap between you.
He pulls back, ever so slightly, and the distance deepens your hunger.
“Oh, my darling,” he sighs. “It’s my birthday, remember? Do as I say.”
You can’t deny his first birthday wish.
Your face heats as you turn and settle on all fours. You’re all too aware of your half-exposed backside, but suddenly it doesn’t feel cold anymore.
“Good girl.”
Your knees almost buckle under his praise.
Then it’s quiet for a moment. Too quiet.
All you hear is the sound of his sucking on your bloodpop followed by a rustling of the sheets. You feel the bed dip as he moves.
Without warning, you feel his cool fingers trace up the back of your thigh and slip beneath the hem of your gown. His touch trails over your naked rear until it settles onto the small of your back. The movement forces the end of your dress up to hang around your stomach, revealing you fully.
“Such a pretty present,” he hums approvingly. You can hear his teeth click on the shell of the candy, as if he’s contemplating on what to do with you next. The sound sends a shudder through you. You’re not sure how long you can hold yourself up.
A depraved part of you wishes you could see his face taking in the view of your slick core.
“I can see there’s more to unwrap.” His hand leaves your back and cards through your hair, until he has it firm within his grasp.
“My star, I—” Before you can finish your plea, he pushes your head down against the soft silks. You’re forced to drop to your forearms and lift your posterior higher; it slaps against him and you feel the hard shape of his cock tease against your folds.
You groan with frustration. You try to bring yourself up to your hands, starved for more contact, but he still has you by the hair. You’re pinned to the bed, his other hand steadies you by the waist.
“Oh my love, don’t you know?” His murmurs are slippery around the candy. “Presents are meant to be savored, to be opened slowly .”
As desirous as you feel, your body melts under his words. You know he won’t leave you hungry.
He untangles himself from your hair, and even as he frees you, you remain still. Eager to please him.
His hand presses more firmly down the nape of your neck and along the arch of your spine, leaving a hot trail in its wake despite his cool touch. It feathers over your ass, then he squeezes hard.
Your breath hitches.
“Unravel for me, love,” he beckons. His knee slides between your legs and nudges them apart.
You do as he says, but your eyes sting from how painful your need is.
“My, my,” he pauses to slurp, “what a pretty, pink ribbon.”
Your body quivers from just how lewd his words make you feel.
You hear the wet sup of his lips as he plucks the bloodpop from his mouth.
Your brain is hazy with want and when his tongue rakes wide along your engorged clit, you clutch at the silks as a desperate sound escapes you. There’s a burst of relief that devolves into a ravenous thirst for more when he pulls away.
Your hips buck to meet him once again, but his grip catches you around the waist and he flips you on your back. Your body bounces lightly. You gasp with surprise but you’re immediately silenced by the sight of him kneeling upright between your legs, drawing them up and wide apart. His hand, clutching the bloodpop, is settled on your knee to keep him steady and it dawns on you that he’s just as desperate as you are.
His lips are stained a bright red, almost the same shade as his eyes. Your gaze travels along the lines of his chest, to the sharp angles that direct you to his throbbing erection. His cock is so hard and swollen, it almost looks painful.
Your mouth waters at the sight and when you meet his eyes they tell you everything you need to know.
He’s about to lose it too.
You sit up to reach for him.
He holds you by the wrist, as if to keep you at bay, but his clutch feels unsteady.
You want to taste him so badly, you can’t help yourself. You know he wanted you to be compliant, but you were never good at following the rules. You press a desperate kiss to the sex line by his hip as your fingers reach to tease the tip of his cock. It’s wet with precum and you spread it gently over his aching head.
Astarion’s body trembles and his head is thrown back as he groans. You let out a laugh, a hot huff against his skin, now wet from your kisses. You savor watching him come apart, there’s little else that satisfies you more.
“Look at me, please ,” you ask. You ask very nicely.
He staggers at your request when he brings his gaze down. His hand rakes through your hair as your kisses become more urgent and sloppy. You’re practically slurping at him, staring into his eyes as you do. He looks drunk, seeing how thirsty you are. Your own need is so ripe, you’re half tempted to reach down and touch yourself, but you’ve waited this long.
“I want to lick your cock. Please, can I?”
You might be the one begging, but you thrill at his wordless surrender when he nods his head.
“Thank you.” You smile up at him and he nearly sways at your appreciation.
He’s so beautiful.
It takes the edge off your hot desire when your tongue runs from the tip of his cock up to the base. He pushes back your hair and you crane your neck so he can see more of you. So you can see him. You taste the hint of his salty precum and you lick and preen at him for more. He smells of brushed sage and sweat and your own spittle. You lap at him as greedily as he did your bloodpop, but you refrain from pursing your lips around him fully.
His grip tightens and you can sense his composure crumbling.
You hear him whine.
You love that sound.
You pull away. “What’s wrong, my star?” you ask, playing dumb.
You are relentless.
“I want—” He chokes out. His eyes flutter before they draw wide. A small laugh escapes him, seemingly surprised by his own petition. He looks down at you.
You tilt your head, questioning.
He takes a steadying breath when he lifts his hand to put the bloodpop back in his mouth. He hasn’t forgotten it. The lust in his eyes narrows sharply to something more animalistic with the hint of your blood in his mouth.
You’re yanked back by the hair and your neck is turned upward to him. The aggressive shift sends a note of pleasure through you as you bite back a moan. His hand caresses your bare throat and his eyes narrow on your neck vein. His hold settles firmly onto your collarbone and shoulder until he has you fixed. Then in one swift motion, he lays you down on a slope of pillows and your head grazes the headboard.
You barely register the speed in which he’s moved you when his cock, drenched in your spit, buries straight into your aching core all the way down to the hilt.
Your hips buck on instinct, your needy clit aching for more friction, and you let out a moan so loud and obscene that he can barely drown it out with his own mouth as it crashes against yours. His tongue laps hungrily at yours and you can think of nothing else but the way he tastes as he slams into you hard, again and again, in long, even strokes. He growls in your mouth and the sound has you thrusting your hips up to meet him with the same speed.
You feel your orgasm rising, clawing its way towards release. Tears leak from your eyes from pure rapture and your heart swells with how much you fucking love this man.
His mouth rips away from you and you cry out his name in mourning. You’re almost scared he’s going to stop.
But he doesn’t let you go, and he’s still driving into you. Your view of him is hazy from how fucked-out your brain is and the tears in your eyes, but you covet the way his cock plunges in and out of you, and how your wetness has him lathered and drenched all the way up to the root.
You hear him chuckle darkly between his panting. “You like what you see, darling?”
“Y-yes,” you whimper.
Astarion half smiles from the way he has you crumbling. Any second now you’re going to…
He brings up the bloodpop and drags it hard across the path of your swollen clit. You nearly scream from the new sensation, but when Astarion brings the candy, now dripping from your wetness up to his mouth, it’s the way he sucks at it that has you break. Your thighs clamp around him and your orgasm has you babbling incoherently as it rips through you. Your vision spins out, you see stars.
Astarion pulls out of you and brings himself up to thrust his cock in your inviting mouth. You feel him hit the back of your throat and your mouth pools with his spend. Your core stirs again from the predacious moan that leaves him when he comes.
He withdraws from you slowly, your lips pursing tight to suck and clean him off properly. He sighs with pleasure and collapses back, landing on his elbows. The both of you are completely spent and take a moment to drink in the sight of each other.
“Happy birthday, my star,” you pant as you lick away the remaining spend on your lips. It’s only the start of the day for you two, but you’re not sure if you’ll have much energy for anything else.
Astarion chuckles and bites down on the candy, a final satisfying crunch. His eyes are blissed out, half-lidded from the afterglow and he smiles at you with bloodied lips.
He looks happy .
“Thank you for my gift, love. I won’t forget it.”
#smut#astarion smut#astarion#astarion ancunin#astarion x oc#astarion x reader#astarion x you#ao3 fanfic#astarion love#astarion x tav#one shot#fluff and smut
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[2524/11080] Cock-tailed tyrant - Alectrurus tricolor
(top photo: adult male, bottom photo: juvenile)
Order: Passeriformes
Suborder: Tyranni
Family: Tyrannidae (tyrant flycatchers)
Photo credit: Carlos Otávio Gussoni/Claudia Brasileiro
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