#as a russian like.. the country is hard.

[lunian]

still so strange discovering my gender, so many times I think "that's what any women can like/do/prefer/feel too, you are not something different actually" but then getting back to "yes but no, I like it bc I feel like something different.. more than woman, more than man... it's neither, it's both, it's something third, its something i want to be but who i still havent found yet, but its there and its waiting to be born" and I still don't know what I mean by that

but its coming up to be someone cool, I hope

#hmmmm yeah #now I hesitate to use she her pronouns in safe spaces #still has to use it in general life bc my country is trash but weh #and my language is not making it easier #what I fell in love in BG3 tho how in russian they them pronouns works so fun and i felt it in dialogues #everyone in my life get confused why i created non binary character like dude its... its hard to explain to almost anyone yeah #mystuff

[brandinotbroke]

my russian neighbours are BLASTING z-music throughout the whole neighbourhood (yes, the one song from a few months ago that had literal 1939 nazi symbolism in the music video)

there's a retirement home right next to us where people with dementia live, you just don't do that type of shit if you have an ounce of respect for the people around you

i have closed all my windows and can STILL hear it, but I can't do shit afaik because German police doesn't understand russian lyrics and it's not rest time yet

#legit have never cringed so hard in my LIFE #my russian (!) but pro-ukraninan parents are so livid #they just said “if they're so proud of being russian why don't they pack their bags and fuck off” #like nothing against migrants #we are migrants too #but COME ON #wqqwpojhqpowrj #might delete later idk #worst part is those people are russian-GERMAN #their ancestors were likely horrifically abused by the stalin regime and now they're praising this country #fucking stockholm syndrome is what this is

[wordsarefakeokay]

What does capitalism taste like

Does it taste like white picket fences and 2.5 kids

What about a dog in the backyard and BBQs on the weekend

Knowing all your neighbors names and having the HOA on speed dial

Does it taste like the life you want to live?

Are the HOA in your contacts because they keep calling you

Or are you calling them

Does that complicated C word taste the homogeneity in your neighborhood

Where the police arrive in 2 seconds flat, with a gate and a patrol to match

Does it taste like "I'll wait here for your manager" and weekends at the golf course

Does it taste like a martini because the trophy spouse has a long day?

Does it taste like security cams and a ranch on the property with the stable boys and the guest house to the side with the cabana ones?

Does it taste like equestrianship is in your blood from birth? What about fencing?

Does it taste like ivy league vines crawling up babies spines from birth?

Does it taste like "Harvard is your dream not mine" and then rebellion

Does rebellion look like a fully funded backpack trip to Europe with your first great love

Or does it look like "I'm going to work for my parents equally rich rival company"

Or does it look like different freedom, independence, simply a different life

Where you can still ask your parents for money because you reached a happy ever after in the movie

What does capitalism taste like

Happily ever after is fake for us real folks so it must hold true for those up top right?

People in gated communities who's stepford mother's figures are earned with the local book club

Who's menopause kicks in at the same pace because we're all just clucking hens bonding together aren't we

Aren't we all just girls looking to connect with other girls in line for the bathroom?

Let's be honest, we all have some kind of mommy issue don't we? #justgirlythings

And what about the men? Is it really just an opportunity to measure up?

Is it a subtle side eye to measure manhood, even tho bro code states "thou must not make eye contact with another bro I'm the bathroom"

Doe you feel like enough when you see a guy like your ex is now dating

Do you feel reassured when you notice your manhood is better?

Why does size matter?

Why am I automatically called "a little lady" by cowboys who are raised to believe "bigger in Texas" really means better

Is this what capitalism does

Does "be a man" follow men into the bathroom like "don't be a pussy" does for women?

Why must public communal bathrooms make us decide a gender right at that moment

Can't we measure a bathroom by the content of their room?

Stalls or urinals? Privacy or not? Right this way fellow citizen

Citizen. Human. Person. Life.

What does capitalism taste like

Does it taste like legislation against the gays?

No cakes no websites no space no homos

No healthcare no rights no sports pro bono

Hare dare anyone use pronouns! Fake news!

Them libs want you to think you can be referred to anything but your name. It's the devil's work

Didnt you hear that song? Call me by your name? He was a devil in the music I daresay! The devil!!

I'd let the devil fuck me

At least he would treat me right and show me a good time

What has capitalism done

This thing we fought for so that all our founders' legacies might have a future

Future away from tyranny and taxation and being slaves to our king

We have no kind any more, no crown jewels to protect, but we act the same

Why is the one who's always on top always the winner who writes the history

The winner who's educated

from a family with money

who were taught good Christian values

with a fencing rapier in hand and

Shakespeare in their veins

Is this what capitalism does

Dilutes us to the elite

Homogeneous suburbia and "all you need is fairy tales and you can be rich too"

Political correctness and "just find a man to solve your problems"

Register to vote and "be a man or you're not good enough"

It's not just little girls who get told their not good enough

The gender non conforming community has definitely unlocked a whole cheat code on life

That and the furries who have been the scientific backbone of this country for eons

But why do my apples taste not like what an apple tree looks like in the movies?

The one in the corner of Mamma Mia on the isle in Greece

Where my problems were solved by not getting married but traveling the world as a skinny white woman with her Kenough manly man

Singing voice for character wink

Why don't my apples taste like those on the Grecian island where the stories of the locals are forgotten to the American story, the American dream

I escaped my mom and became one myself

I'm a self made woman now

With a mortgage she can't pay and life problems that were clearly solved by marrying the man who hurt her the most in life

Why doesn't my apple taste like how that apple tree looks?

Why doesn't it taste like the apple from the garden?

Why doesn't it taste like the freedom eve must have felt when she disobeyed

Why is the taste of temptation diluted in my cheap apple from the superstore in the fruit section

Does it taste like pesticide and FDA regulations

Who keeps them in check? The CDC? WHO?

The DOJ or FBI or NAFTA or the Geneva convention

Was it a Geneva suggestion or a line from the treaty of Versailles or did agent orange bring us here

How many babies were born deformed before I ate this apple

And how many nat GMO products have I consumed that my human body has endured?

What does capitalism taste like? Because I swear, remaining tribal lands must not be like this

Forgotten poor African villages eat different

Forgotten poor native south America cultures remain intact on top of mountains that the white or Spanish or French have not yet learned to monetize

And now they will never because the people on the ground know better and are stronger

And capitalism stays the same

Progress is progress no matter how small

But all this progress

Is it good for us

Good for our taste buds

They say to beware vaccines and microchips but aren't we already a cyborg because we carry a favored microchip in our hands?

The ones we avoid calls from home on and instead laugh at cat videos

We share, bare our souls online to strangers but the people in our lives could never break our pokerface

But if we were born this way

Would we ever know what capitalism tastes like

If we don't ask someone else?

Does capitalism taste like the additive sugar in a fun size bar of crunch

Does it taste like the chocolate take over energy found in the Nestle headquarters

Or does it taste like the cocaine they put into coca cola to keep people buying more

I'm not convinced that the girl scouts didn't take that idea for themselves

Does capitalism taste like the working conditions of these massive corporate overlords

Or the factories where they bottle and bag and package comfort for 1.25

Does it taste the endless metallic conveyor belts

Or the chance that peanuts were used in any of those products

Does it taste like our countries trade deal for cheap products made from other companies

Does it taste like the the sweat shops that make your favorite new shirt or those fashionable high tops

Does it take like the abused labor that built this country

Does it taste like all the ghost statues of people who should have been memorialized instead of forgettable white men from history

Does it taste like the rust they should have earned all along

Or does it taste like the pain of forgotten artists

The heart of Harlem the beasts of Boston the cheeps of the Cherokee

Does it sound like the ones who's names we forget

The neglected breaks of the Oregon trail the gentrification of the only pockets of culture in this country

The Japanese internment camps

Border patrol and the place where there was almost a wall

Are the tears of all the family members of witches still a part of Salem

What about the hurt caused by the fights for gender equality that excluded black women

Does capitalism taste like Jim Crow or strange fruit

Just because it's rotting in the back doesn't mean it's in our past

These caged birds still sing can't you hear?

I fear for my brother and my niece and my nephew daily, their lives matter too

Friends neighbors family

They're still part of your labor or did you forget what The 13th taught us

Toni Morrison, Frederick Douglas

Miles Davis, Billie Holliday

MLK and Malcom X

HER and Missy Elliott

They run in our veins

The revolution is not televised

Stonewall certainly can't be told by anyone else

Nor can we forget the power of black trans women in the creation of pride spaces

What about the flyover cities that are meant for rural living with signs screaming "no airport here"

The pain of the indigenous people who's land a mindless mall was built over

Being given back land that belonged to those born here ages past

Ancestral home can be yours with a side of steak knives

And while I'm here can I interest you in the Book of Mormon

What about their tears? Their blood their breaks their pain

Does capitalism taste like that?

The endless lost even now and memorialized in art with a red handprint to their portrait

The lack of water and resources to land promised back

Ancestral home returned but you're on your own. Unless you're ready to hear about our Lord and savior

When will we realize we aren't a savior to begin with

Is this what capitalism tastes like?

Institutions built for white people who forgot that the land isn't theirs and never was

Home of the brave where those with the most force and money can get anywhere

We're the underdogs, the land of opportunity, come on by

You just have to follow these few simple rules

So if you're not perfect or cookie cutter, don't worry we'll just sand around the edges

So you'll fit into these boxes and society can know what to do with you

But if you're too much or not enough be ready to hate the rest of your days here

Welcome to the country of goldilocks and fuck you if you're not "just right"

What does capitalism taste like for you?

#first draft tbh #writing #spilled ink #poem #capitalism #society #this really needs a section on like 9/11 and muslims and tsa and things #asian people and driving stereotypes being smart and expectations #Filipino and Pacific islander culture and what it meants to work hard #and more in depth on the latin culture too of coming to america and dreamers and many many more things #russian people from old country simply trying to move forward #all the other groups of people i know i forgot #people with disabilities #blind deaf hoh mobility #people who need mobility aids #meedication and mental illness #physical health #mental health #jobs #no jobs #queer kink poly gnc #so many many many more #we'll see how this one develops #my writing #edited my own poem

[dozydawn]

Irina Lobacheva and Ilia Averbukh 2002 Original Dance “Tango + Flamenco”

Tanguera by Sexteto Mayor and Bulerias Magna Mafa by Thomas Espanner.

#it is fashion #i’ve come to really like them as opposed to just thinking of ilia as the backstory villain in marina and gwendal’s career. #if you didn’t know: ilia averbukh was originally partners with marina anissina and they were world champions as juniors in 1990 and 1992. #but ilia pulled the dickest move and left marina to partner with irina (who he’d fallen in love with) after that season. #marina was forced to train alone in the same rink as ilia and irina. the russian federation didn’t care to help her find a new partner. #and good male ice dancers are already hard to come by. she literally had to move countries to find one. #luckily gwendal’s dance partner was retiring at the time and he was able to partner with marina and the rest is history. #anyways people say marina got the sweetest revenge by always beating them. being bronze at the 98 olympics while they were 5th #and then GOLD at the 02 olympics while ilia and irina were silver #anyways it couldn’t get more dramatic/literary/cinematic and how is there not a film about this #(​i do know why. actors can’t skate and they’re not cool or brave enough to use actual ice dancers) #i want an adult animated feature film about ice dance... along the lines of a satoshi kon film ykwim #ice dance #irina lobacheva #ilia averbukh #figure skating #tango #flamenco

[transgenderastarion]

Saw a post that said "dont push libs vs rebs on palestine us gov posts bc they both want to kill us" ok but.. would u rather have a guy who is hurting u but ultimately probably will bow to the people? Or guys who dont give a single shit what people say and wont leave u alone after and will 100% try to raze your country to ashes

#im not replying to that post because it will Invite Discourse(tm) #so im making my own post #i would understand if it was news FROM palestine. but it was literally a post abt US republicans #'they both want to kill us' they do not want to kill you equal amounts i promise #also we WOULDNT vote biden IF WE HAD A CHOICE #i mean. i cant vote anyway its not like im here legally #but u people CANNOT be 'dont vote biden they both suck' because he is literally the only barrier from this entire country going to hell #also 'dont talk about us american politics on the us american hosted blogging site' is a cold take i keep seeing #japan has ameba. russians have VK #like its very not hard to have a your country centered blogging site

[rextheravenous]

Man stereotypes are bad but I'll believe anything you tell me abt a texan. Because 90% of time those things are true

#'they wear cowboy hats everywhere' yes #'they have an accent' yessir #'a lot of the men look and dress like every country boy you'd see on tv' mhm #every single texan I have ever met. fits the stereotype so hard #dude!! I'm friends with a russian immigrant who lives there and like 🧍- #-do they assimilate them the moment they move in?? #bc the first day I met her she was wearing matching cowboy hat and boots #she slayed obviously! but holy shit she is wildly Texan and it shows #why are texans Like That

[chatterboxmutt]

Gotta love the russia cock sucker saying that Stalin (who genocided people with famine) was less bad than somebody near the end of the ussr reign who *didnt* try to end a whole country and just let the failing ussr finally fall apart bit by bit 🙃

#every time somebody talked about what happened in the ukraine during this war they were always there to argue against it #they suck putins cock so hard yet deny it #like bro we already know #just leave the server already nobody fucking likes you #oh and did I mention that they called all of us nazis for proving that their opinion was wrong with facts #cause that happened #they whine that they cant have any opinions when said opinions are mostly inflammatory #just wanted to clarify that I just hate russia and its warmongering leaders currently im not gonna just hate a random ass russian #unless theyre huge assholes which you'll find assholes in any country ya know

[cassandraleeds]

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#the sodom and Gomorrah of the United States is that its leaders sacrifice our children to the blood thirsty mouth of money #i don't want to live here but i can't leave either #i don't know how many of you have kids too but we're having a really hard time right now #it's gut freezing it's a nightmare #to be putting our kids in school feels like Russian roulette #if it's not covid and lack of safety protocol it's shootings and no gun control #i want to live in a country that wants my children to live more than it wants to sell weapons. more than it wants to force them to be cis. #more than it wants to pretend there isn't a deadly virus mutating and spreading #what the fuck will it take

[tenok]

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#there's a song from russian rock band (opposition leaning) named Homeland #sometimes it slaps so hard #'shoot me like a dog but I will hold at my love for the very end #beat me up until I lost my face I don't care I'm so tired of being homeless' #'you are mine until the very last ruble #you can't forbid me from loving my homeland because I'm doing it for free' #'please maybe you can explaine because I don't get it #why my evil empire angry at me' #I can't translate it's so it make sence sorry it's 6 am and I haven't slept at all #but like #that's what I feel when I see the news and try to comprehend that's I'm one twit away from being in prison as political prisoner #and you see #I love my homeland. I want so hard to see how it's become not an evil empire but a country that you won't be ashamed to mention #I want to do everything I can for this #I didn't flew when I had a possibility #I will be there until it all ends one way or another #but sometimes you're just #sitting there and this why #why my homeland is an evil empire #why my evil empire hates me #and I thsnkful for this 'mine mine mine' in this song #it's good to remember #it's mine

[lizardsfromspace]

I'm not actually sure what Very Online types think should happen in Palestine and I don't think they're sure either bc what is this

We shouldn't praise a teenager resisting the draft too hard bc. Bc...? I struggle to even parse what's being said here. It's guff about how "the bar is really this low" and then a reminder of how "we are seeing what is happening to Palestinians...and this is what people are uplifting?" but like. What does that mean though

They want Israeli oppression of Palestine to cease, but we can't be happy that a teenager refused to join in that oppression? So what should we do. Should we not encourage teens to resist the draft in a country with mandatory military service, heavy propaganda, and that has organized society to heavily stigmatize resisting military service? No, genuinely, what do they want people to do? We need the occupation to end, but also can't support anyone who's fighting for that to happen, since uhhh is the bar really this low??? Would it have been better if he joined the IDF

(do people not know Israel has mandatory military service? I've seen people agreeing with this by saying "refusing to join is the bare minimum, deciding to enlist is horrific". But they're not enlisting, it's conscription. Do they think this person enlisted then withdrew or something...? And why would that not be worth celebrating???)

The answer is ofc this person hasn't really thought about any of this. It's just raging id and an idea that engaging in online discourse is what's truly helpful. It's like the people who treated Hozier as if he was some pro-genocide goon for saying there needs to be "peace" in a statement far more condemnatory than most, since...I still don't know. "How can you talk about peace when one side's oppressing the other?" Well ending that is what peace is, definitionally speaking. How else will it end but with a treaty

The scenario here seems to be, we need the genocide and occupation to end. But also we can't support any Israelis trying to stop it, and should be sus of activism in general. Also we can't talk about "peace" in any way. We just need to post about how it should happen

Anyway when people pointed this out they instantly locked replies and said the "kumbaya libs found it 💔"

It reminds me of those people who swarm any story about Russian anti-war activists by saying it doesn't matter unless they personally assassinate Putin. Like cool. I guess people in the oppressor state should just do nothing to oppose it then if they can't fix anything. Screaming at someone who refuses to join the military that it's actually very problematic that they aren't joining in the oppression, when there's so much oppression to oppose instead of praising them for refusing to join the oppression

#long post #politics #antisemitism cw #i/p #gaza

[skylordhorus]

ive been so caught in doing research over the years for worldbuilding that i forgot that the idea is to like, build context and to not just completely transpose an irl culture etc into a fantasy world, and now idk where u draw the line between like coding and cherry picking

#*deep space noises* #especially since im not looking for deep worldbuilding #the things i do for soi....... #like the other week i was like 'oh shit vitali doesnt have a patronymic' #so ive been trying to find one and in the process learn the absolute headache for foreigners that is russian naming customs #and on the one hand: i like learning and this has been rly interesting #and on the other application-wise: a. vitali is like. half russian and like split his childhood p 50/50 between there and romania #so i imagine theres a lot more flexibility for his addressal customs #and b most importantly. that would be irl. and he is a fictional character living in a fictional world #i havent even decided if he has parents from two different countries in-universe as well #therefore irl customs need not apply #sighhh i think im just trying to be a perfectionist abt this. a process as hard as worldbuilding no less #i gotta let myself be open to the possibility of mistakes and just go with the flow and hope that if i do balls up egregiously #someone from said culture will politely inform me that something is inappropriate

[kigiom]

something something the inherent agony of being diaspora

#watched a soviet film this morning. not normal. #wagh sometimes i think who I'd be if my parents had stayed in russia and I'd been born there...... #and like. im russian. im not. im trying so hard to be english but am i? #other times I think what would have happened if we'd stayed in denmark #i do miss denmark sometimes. it's a funky country i liked it there #russia and i have a distinctly love-hate relationship based off it being a source of great nostalgia and great rage. pain!!

[bigassmoonchild]

Maple Syrup

Pairing: Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Reader

Word Count: 2.2k

Summary: All you needed was to contain the aphrodisiac, make an antidote just in case, and go home. But working with the 141 was never that simple, and now you and Ghost would find out how it worked. Up close and personal.

Content Tags: Vague kidnapping near the beginning, Sex Pollen, Smut, PiV Sex, Fingering, Fuck or Die, Mild Dubious Consent (consent is gained after pollen gets inhaled), No use of Y/N, Alpha/Beta/Omega dynamics, Alpha! Ghost

A/N: Honest to god, I've been trying to write a story based on this thought alone. I can't even get it started but maybe this will get me. There also needs to be more Omegaverse written for COD, there can be some interesting stuff from it. Lmk if you want more of this, i'm exhausted <3 (p.s. I've changed the summary like, 10 times and idk how to feel about it)

Next, Headcannons, Masterlist

"Gaz, are we clear to enter?" Ghost asked into the comms. Gaz had gone into the building first, alongside Soap, to clear out the path you and Ghost would take. It was almost a straight shot, it felt too easy to get to the weapon you were there for. Maple Syrup, they had called it, even though it was an airborne weapon. You could hear a few shouts of a language, it sounded Russian but you weren't entirely sure, but you didn't have long to dwell on it as they stopped with a few gunshots.

Another few grunts came through before Gaz finally responded. "We're all clear in here, we still need to sweep a few rooms closer to Docs target, but you should be good to enter," he answered. Ghost nodded at you and led the way in, gun resting on his shoulder as he looked every which way. You knew it was a safety precaution, but you trusted Gaz.

You always trusted easily, it was in your nature. You were an Omega, and having trust in the people meant to protect you felt natural. You trusted your pack, even if you hadn't been a part of it for too long.

Maybe you shouldn't trust as easily.

Ghost shoved you into the wall next to you and started firing, bullets whistling past your ears as you ducked low. It reeked of sex, of Alphas and Omegas in heat or rut. Even through the military grade suppressant you could smell it, and it hurt. Ghost ducked around the corner, more gunshots echoing before a grunt came from him, and you heard the sound of a body dropping.

You didn't think before rounding that corner, seeing Ghost on the ground unmoving shook you. You ran your hands over him to feel for blood, but you couldn't see or feel anything. By the time you got to his shoulders, you found a needle trapped between his vest and arm, right in the meaty part of his inner-most shoulder. You plucked it off of him without thinking, tossing it to the side before pressing to feel for anything left inside.

You hadn't noticed the people advancing behind you, had ignored the calling from the comms or footsteps coming from the same direction Gaz and Soap were supposed to be in, but you felt the prick of the needle on your back. With a shout, you fell forwards, catching yourself from falling face first into the ground. You attempted to crawl forwards, get away from the men approaching from the back, but the medication they pumped into you caught up quicker than you could move.

It was with a groan that you sat up, swallowing thickly at the sickly sweet taste in your mouth. You tried wiping your face, but your hands moved slower than they felt, missing twice before wiping the area around your mouth. Pulling your hand back, a thin, dark red coating came back on them. You blinked hard, trying to remember what you had come here for.

The Maple Syrup mist. You couldn't remember much else about it, your mind moving at about the same speed as the namesake for the pollen-like substance. It was airborne. You knew that. There was something especially dangerous about it that a lot of the countries who knew about it wanted it gone. You were hired to make sure that no matter what happened, there was an anti-dote for it.

Something like that.

You blinked back into it when the door to wherever you were creaked open. You glanced up slowly, blinking at the men who entered and grabbed you, speaking loudly at you. What were they talking about? It wasn't Russian, you hadn't been in Russia or near any of their allies when you'd been grabbed.

You wouldn't understand it, your mind was moving at half the speed they were dragging you at. A few twists and turns, some scattered conversation floating around, and being dropped twice was what it took for you to be tossed into a similar room as your first. You laid face first on the ground, the cold helping to clear your head slightly.

Small cramps started in your back, twinging you every few seconds. A voice came over a loudspeaker, whatever they were saying it was something they were very pleased with. You turned, slowly, onto your back before crawling backwards to lean onto the wall behind you.

Maple Syrup. What the hell about it was so important they sent the 141 after it? Something something, military grade suppressants. The suppressants. Maple Syrup could break through military grade suppressants. You groaned, the cramps moving through your back and into your stomach. You could feel the heat, all-encompassing, starting to wash over you.

A loud, long creak echoed from the area to your left, and your head dropped to your shoulder as you turned it to look at the wall. A scent came wafting from the slowly opening crack in the wall, growing headier as the walls fully opened up. It was musky, with leather and tobacco, hints of the gunpowder you often smelled back on base. It made your mouth water.

The groan from the corner directly next to you startled you back into the present. As your eyes adjusted to the new lighting between the two rooms, a dark shape became clearer in the corner. A skull mask was lying tossed a few meters from it, and as your vision cleared up more, you could tell it was Ghost.

His head hardly moved as his eyes found yours, staring through you from beneath the balaclava.

"What's the verdict, Doc?" He grumbled, deep in his throat.

"Dosed with Maple Syrup," you whispered back, and his head fell back down between his legs.

A short, harsh sound came from him, it had to be a laugh, "then what's gonna happen to us?"

"When was your last natural rut?" You looked at him, licking your dried lips. You could see his head move sharply from your peripheral, his eyes flittering up and down. He shook his head, another dry laugh coming from him.

"It's that bad?" You nodded. "Probably since I took my last, longer leave. I think it was four or five years ago, but I don't remember," you blinked slowly. The levels of androstenone in him would be high, especially without a rut to keep him leveled, and the Maple Syrup would only force him to produce more. Too much, and he'd die of something. Whether it would be heat stroke, or dehydration you had no idea.

"If you don't pop a knot or two, you'll die. Heat stroke, maybe dehydration, but you'll die. I don't know the exact amount of androstenone inside of you, but if it gets too high you could be forced into a feral rut," you glanced over at him, his eyes scrunched shut, a low groan coming from his throat. He glanced back up to you, his eyes softened and fear started to lace his scent.

Ghost shook his head. "If I go feral, I'll kill you. I can't, Doc, I don't wanna kill you," his voice grew more strained as his sentence wore on.

"I'll be fine," you gave him a soft smile. "I'm going to go into heat, and if I don't get a knot, I'll die. I don't know if the weapon shit is able to counteract the birth control part of the suppressants, but I don't feel good. I need you to fuck me, Ghost," you whispered the last part. He shook his head. "You have my permission, so it's up to you to act," you swallowed again, eyes shutting as sweat beaded down your neck.

It was getting hot. Too hot, and you could feel your slick pooling and soaking through your pants. You could smell it, and you knew he could smell it. You could hear the panting breaths he took, the grunts he let out. A long, low growl came from him and his heavy steps inched closer to you.

Ghost grabbed you by the back of your neck, shoving you forward into the ground and scenting your throat deeply. He tore at the neck of your shirt, ripping it to let him get more of your scent. He licked a long line, sucking into the base of your neck softly as his teeth grazed along it.

He stuffed his fingers under your pants and panties, leaving you whining as two of his fingers brushed past your clit and buried into you. Even feral, the Alpha was trying to take care of you. They curled and pressed against you, leaving you writhing under him as you whined for more.

Pleasure blossomed in your abdomen, the heel of his hand grazing against your clit with each pump his fingers made, leaving you throbbing around his fingers. Ghost was able to get one more finger in you, nosing up your neck before sucking a dark hickey into your neck, teeth grazing along your neck and nipping you here and there, soothing it with a lick.

He tugged his fingers out of you, dragging your pants and panties down before shoving his down as well. He rutted his cock against your folds, soaking himself in your slick before sliding inside of you. A long, loud moan tore out of your throat as he kept sliding further and further into you, bottoming out with a growl from him.

Writhing against him with your mouth hanging open, he dragged himself out of you before rutting back in. Your nails scratched against the floor beneath you, you could feel your heartbeat in your clit and Ghost against your back.

Licking and sucking at your scent gland, Ghost dragged his face against it and growling. You could feel him throb inside of you, heat flooding you with his cum. A long whine came from your throat, hips pushing back and out against him as his fingers found your clit, rubbing in soft but quick strokes. Heat shredded through your abdomen, sliding through the rest of your body as your orgasm tore through your body.

You could feel your clit pulse with each heartbeat, his fingers not waning from stroking it, shocks flowing through you with each stroke. You thought you could feel tears pouring down your face, mouth wide open as you groaned. Ghost pulled out, letting you drop to the ground on your stomach before he flipped you over, pulling your legs to his shoulders and rocking his cock back inside of you.

Dropping your head back, your mouth still gaped open as he filled you once more. You could feel his knot catching onto you each time he thrust, leaving you whining. Ghost dropped back down, mouthing at your scent gland once more, leaving his open for your own mouth.

Pushing his balaclava away from his gland, you took licks of his for yourself. He tasted good, so good, his scent flooding into your mouth, you had to pull back just enough so that you could breathe. He grunted with each thrust, his abdomen brushing against your clit with every other thrust, your legs pushed into your chest.

Each thrust left you whining for more, faster, harder even if he couldn't hear or understand you through the feral rut. You felt tears pooling in your eyes again, dripping down your face as you gasped with each thrust, cunt throbbing around him as his knot caught more and more with every thrust until he couldn't pull out anymore. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as you felt a sharp, stinging pain radiate from your neck before it heated into what almost felt like agonizing pleasure.

It burned white hot and you clawed at his arms, hips bucking against his, which were just barely thrusting against you, trying to pump you full and pump deep.

When he finally released your neck, he let out a long groan as his own orgasm seemed to finally wash over him. Ghost let his head drop to your shoulder, his hips trying to thrust harder and you couldn't stop yourself from biting down on his own gland in turn.

It was hard to see the way his mouth dropped open under the balaclava and his eyes roll back, but from what you could see it left you moaning against his neck.

It took you a few minutes to come back to when you released his neck. All you could taste those few minutes was Ghost, nothing more. You had to gasp for actual oxygen as his taste nearly embedded itself in your mouth.

From the moment you released his neck, to the moment you became more aware of what was happening, he had adjusted you to sitting in his lap with his back against the wall. You could hear him talking, but your mind was gone. There wasn't pain, but you weren't entirely comfortable. Your neck was sore, and your cunt was still throbbing around him.

He nuzzled your neck, lapping at your now marked gland.

Ghost wasn't entirely sure what would happen, neither of you would be able to hide the marks and even so, he would have to report this. He figured it wouldn't matter, for now, he could wait to figure everything out until you got medevacked and taken care of. Price would know what to do, he always did.

Next

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[mesimees]

Y'all were right that League really do be Owning

#don't touch me im okay #;--; #i just finished episode 6 #this hits home so hard #haha get it #bc it's baseb- #forgive me im having feelings okay #;-------; #historical gays will never not leave me a mess #especially knowing that in many parts of the world it's still very much Like That #i just wanna take all the gays here and let them freely live their gay lives #reminds me of this russian girl i went to amsterdam with once #god she was so happy just walking the street holding hands #we had such good conversation about being queer #she was only in the country for a weekend #i only knew her that long #and then she had to go back to russia #i miss her #such a kind soul #i hope she's doing okay #;---; #me #my post #a league of their own

[thelittleukrainianwell-armedgirl]

"On 7th of January Ukrainian poet Maksym Kryvtsov and his ginger cat were killed by rssian army on the frontline. He was 33 years old. He was writing poems about the war and his loyal cat friend, while protecting his homeland. He could create so much if russia would not start this unjust horror.

Every time something inside me dies when I see news like this. Every Ukrainian from the beginning of their time in school learns about Executed Renaissance - when on the beginning of 20th century a lot of Ukrainian artists, writers, poets were chased and executed by Soviet Union for creating works in Ukrainian and expressing their national identity. Now it’s happening again, same evil, but under different flag. Besides occupation of our land russia also often talks about how Ukraine is fake country with fake language, they burn our books on occupied territories, mock us, our POWs for the fact we’re ukrainian. They were mocking us even before the invasion, I grew up with watching it on social medias myself. And now a lot of authors can’t create because of the war, russia kills them on frontlines, in their homes, russia purposefully targets objects of civilian infrastructure to leave us without heat and electricity. It pisses me off every time when I see russian “culture” being praised by the foreigners, knowing that it’s made on blood of other nations. Either 100 years ago or now. Because while russian authors can live and create, we have fight for our survival.

Before being killed by russia Maksym published his last poem, where he told about how his body will grow as violets after his death. Every time it’s hard to draw something about the war, I feel literally empty afterwards but I just felt it would be right thing to do. It’s awful that our artists have to go through all of this, so damn unfair, and I keep telling myself that justice is waiting for them but I can’t even imagine what has to happen, everything feels not enough.

Please support Ukrainian authors, until it’s too late."

(c) @ fate_221

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[yawnderu]

hello! i saw that you are accepting requests. love your ideas in your ghost's situationship piece, and i am wondering if you have ideas on how early relationship with nikto would be? please don't feel pressured to do this, just would love to see your thoughts! sfw or not, all up to you! thank you, have a good day :3

hii!! I remember talking about this with my friend sjdpenwo

God, a situationship or very early relationship with Nikto would absolutely break you too. This man is not fully there anymore— a shell of who he used to be. He's always angry now, has a distorted mind and a disfigured face he doesn't let you see no matter how much you ask. If you ask a lot, he'd immediately drop you. Respecting his boundaries is a huge part of being with Nikto, and that includes getting used to the possibility of never seeing his face.

As a situationship, he's rough during sex, downright degrading you as he takes you like you're nothing but a hole he can fuck whenever the voices get too loud and he can't quiet them down. If he fucks you hard enough to silence them, things might work out.

Curses and degrading words spill out of his lips like a filthy prayer as his thick cock slides in and out of you, his gloved hands holding the curve of your waist with a bruising grip as he pulls out before slamming himself all the way back in, deep groans escaping his lips when he feels your cunt tighten up around him.

He knows you like it rough, such a pretty girl always available for him, his hand wrapping around your throat as he squeezes hard, cutting your air supply as he slams his hips against you harder and deeper, his balls slapping your sensitive clit with each thrust.

Your face is warm and your eyes are teary, the pleasure of being degraded like this and fucked so hard by the Russian man mixing in, not even managing to moan anymore as his hold on your neck is too strong. He can feel your body writhing underneath him, cunt getting even tighter around his fat cock as your orgasm hits. It doesn't take long for him to follow, barely managing to pull out before he's on his knees in bed, pumping his cock a few times as his cum spurts out all over your face.

He doesn't help you clean up, doesn't even say a word other than telling you he'll be back later that month, about to leave for deployment. He's as cold as his mother country, and it would take months of this and a long talk before he tries to treat you like an actual person rather than a hole he can stick his dick in.

You convince him to stay sometimes by making traditional Russian food, welcoming him from his deployments with something tasty to eat, encouraging him by saying he needs the energy to fuck you. He eats in another room and alone, not wanting you to see a single inch of his scarred face, but he always washes the dish he almost licked clean. He rewards you for your efforts, of course, his bare hand rubbing on your puffy clit while he lets you ride his cock, pale blue eyes closing in pleasure as he shoots ropes all the way inside your cunt for the first time.

Things slowly change after that day— he comes home to you immediately after his deployments, but he doesn't always fuck you, simply staring at you as you cook or wrapping his arms around you from behind, his fingers deep inside your cunt as you try your best to finish the meal while he's making you cum, words of praise in Russian and English being whispered into the nape of your neck from behind. He makes you lick his fingers clean off of your own cum, painfully hard cock pressing against your back, yet he doesn't fuck you yet. No, he has better things planned.

He comes back to your room once he's done eating, climbing into bed with you and putting you on his lap. His flight suit carries a small book he got specifically just for this, your back against his chest as he reads to you in Russian, deep voice calmer than you've ever heard. At some point he decides to switch to English, reading getting slightly slower ad he thinks about the right way to accurately translate the sentences. It's a change of pace, but it's always welcomed.

The moment your relationship becomes official, you got yourself a boyfriend and scary dog privilege whenever he's not deployed. This behemoth of a man follows you everywhere, one of his massive hands on your lower back, spreading its warmth all over your body.

While Nikto is an extremely difficult person, once he knows you're the one, he's not letting you go. He doesn't scream during arguments, simply staring at you for a second before leaving the house, taking a walk to calm down. He doesn't want to mess things up, not with you, not when he already has an engagement ring for you even though you've been dating for months. When he comes back with a clear mind, he communicates with you calmy, trying his best to understand the issue and actively working on fixing it.

Once your relationship advances, you'll start to notice this broken man worships you like a God.

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