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violetpixiedust · 5 months

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thinking about innocent angelic!reader being a risqué burlesque dancer, and catching the attention of billy. (mdni) (pt. 2) ౨ৎ

the bar is stifling, as cowboys, coal miners, and married men alike fill the wooden walls with cigar smoke and pungent whisky breath, thick and heavy amidst the humid air. jesse’s already pulling billy closer to the front of the stage with his bruised hand clasped along the younger man’s shoulder, knocking past gorging men too drunk to spit out a threat or chance them a second glance.

the tinny music starts up just as the pair find a good view point. billy glances around stoically from beneath the dark brim of his hat as the men around him practically hop out of their wooden seats, cheering and yelling at the empty stage as if the beheading of a rebel were about to occur. it isn’t until you come out that he realizes the validity of their reactions.

your soft hair reflects against the warm amber oil lamps above you. it’s done up in an intricate hairdo, littered with silk bows and pearls, royal. billy let’s his cobalt eyes drag down your angelic figure, eyeing the lacy little corset dress that hugged your waist. complete with spaghetti straps and a minuscule hem that left the petal soft skin of your arms and legs bare, save for your knee length stockings. he felt a white hot light burn within his core, releasing a hushed, but pitiful breath at the sight of your near naked frame prancing around the stage.

your glossy smile was bright, framed with a darker shade along your cupid’s bow, emphasizing to the lone cowboy just how plump your lips were. you seemed excited, happy even, but there was a light behind your eyes that grew dimmer with each foul remark spit your way, each taunt, each coin tossed at your heeled mary janes. you longed to be on the big stage. you wanted to preform for artists, you wanted to be in the pictures-

your set is nearly finished. you twirl, just like a ballerina figurine trapped within the confines of a music box. with every spot of your turns you see a handsome man dressed in deep indigo, holster on his hip, hat tilted, hypnotic eyes watching your every move from behind his glass of whisky. he’s oddly quiet, however his chapped lips are parted, revealing that not even he is immune to your siren song. you can’t take your eyes off of him once you regain your footing, neglecting your big sign off to unravel the baby pink ribbon that previously sat in a bow around your neck. the crowd grows cruder at your actions, but you, unknowing to the bigger picture, only point to the outlaw in two counties that the townsfolk call “billy”. his lips form into a subtle smirk, only widening when his blonde friend pushes him forward teasingly, half finished drink handed off to one of the many drunks in the now jealous crowd.

he trots over to you easily, following the manicured call of your curled pointer finger. you’re stood at the edge of the stage, bent over to meet his eye-line. he’s even prettier up close, you think, with your ever softening doe eyes. sun kissed skin stained with dirt and sweat, complimented by a strong bone structure. brunette locks that curl out from beneath his hat, matching eyelashes that frame his darkening eyes as they gaze at you. you giggle softly, a shy, tinkling sound that has billy fighting back his grin. as quickly as you can, you tie your ribbon around his large wrist. a wave of heat rushes through every avenue of your body as you note the size difference of your hands, leaving you tingly and warm. despite being a burlesque dancer, you weren’t the most experienced- besides one or two men who found themselves in the boarding house a bit ago, but you knew lots of tricks from your burlesque sisters, and you were eager to put them to good use with the handsome stranger in front of you- if he would let you.

billy’s heady gaze drops towards your lips as you place a sticky kiss along the corner of his mouth, just catching the prickle of his stubble. you can feel billy’s breath hitch ever so slightly, as the salty taste of his skin causes your long eyelashes to flutter. “meet me backstage after the show. please?” he all but nods at your pleading, letting his usually rough hand brush a loose lock behind your ear as gently as he could. with a good southern-natured tilt of his hat and rosy cheeks, billy gives you a crooked smile that you couldn’t help but flush at.

“yes, m’am.”

#this is my first time writing for him #and i’m 🦋🦋🦋🦋#billy the kid #billy the kid x reader #billy the kid x fem!reader #billy the kid x black!reader #billy the kid x poc!reader #billy the kid x you #william h bonney #billy antrim #billy the kid fic #billy the kid fanfic #billy the kid smut #billy the kid blurb #billy the kid fluff #tom blyth fanfiction #pixie’s works * ੈ✩‧₊˚

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intersectionalpraxis · 4 months

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I hope Apple's stocks fall to deep depths and never recover in this lifetime. Keep resisting and protesting this company's full complicity in the suffering of and for the deaths of thousands of Congolese people being killed to mine cobalt.

Free Congo.

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mayakern · 4 months

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Hii! I wanted to ask if the wrap tops are going to be restocked along with the skirts? They're really pretty :)

wrap shirts and skirts are not on the same schedule. we do have plans to eventually restock the black and fig wrap shirts, but i don’t have a date for that yet.

dusty rose, ash, and pine are still fully in stock and so do not need a restock.

scarlet, pumpkin, and cobalt are currently on clearance and will not be restocked. there’s not many left of these so if you want one i’d recommend grabbing it soon.

we have plans to add more colors in the future but i don’t have a date or pics yet

#ask #store

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cobalt-knave · 1 year

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“Ashes gestured at the window. Once again, the image there showed Nastya, holding a broken corpse. A broken corpse with rainbow hair, twisting and writhing in odd ways, and bleeding everywhere. Ashes was actually kind of impressed with them getting rainbow colors in stained glass, especially rippled like that. Glassmaking was hard. But the point remained. ‘That is Marius’s Inspector Lyf. ‘Michael’ always was. They just. . . bumped into Nastya during her time travel accident.’” --Now We Are Derailed by @rainbowstargazerlilies

I really loved the image of the stained glass with its rainbow blood. So, ART. I used a pose from Adorka Stock as the base.

Nastya’s coat was changed to blue because I figured black wouldn’t be great stained glass.

[ID: A digital art piece in stained glass style of Nastya kneeling and holding the body of Lyfrassir Edda. Lyfrassir is entirely done in rainbow colors and is broken into more pieces (of stained glass) than Nastya. Beneath them is a jagged puddle of rainbow blood. The background is done like beams of light from Nastya in light yellow and dull reds. The signature at the bottom reads, “cobalt-knave”.]

#fanart #the mechanisms #fic rec #mechs fic #lyfrassir edda #nastya rasputina

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zinger-begonia · 4 months

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With everything (my taxes going to pay for wars, cobalt mining conditions in Sudan, U.S. corporations making use of legal slavery, the list goes on), I want to boycott every publicly traded corporation that exists since they apparently all own stock in each other anyway. I want that solarpunk future now. I want mutual aid networks, and public mass transit, and a civilization that actually takes care of both people and the planet. I want to be able to go about my life without contributing to slavery, murder, and environmental destruction. I want elections and government that actually reflects the will of the people, I want everyone to have access to shelter, food, health care, and education.

How can we get there though? Because I'm on board, and I think most people are too. How do we shift society? Building mutual aid networks? Voting and running in local elections? Boycotting corporations that aren't fair-trade certified?

Yes, and? How can we get these ideas mainstream? How do we convince everyone, including middle class and above people, to help create a better world?

#solarpunk #I'm just so sick of the harm that comes from buying basic goods at the grocery store

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buckyscombatboots · 2 years

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Monstertober Day 6:

Below the lily pads🪷

Pairing: Swamp monster/Siren!Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Non con, death, Dead dove: do not eat, dark!bucky, beefy!bucky, forced breeding, p in v, anal fingering, sex in a forest, sex near a pond, drowning, marking/biting, mentions of blood, scratching, choking, praise, delusional!Bucky, victim!reader

Nicknames: Doll, sweetness, doll face

Word count: 2.1k

༻𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐓𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫༺

You plopped down on the couch with a huff, that was the final box. You’d finally finished unpacking everything and now you could relax. You raised your head and glanced into your new garden, which was the woods connected to your property. The sky was dark, aside from the silvery glow of the moon and stars which hung in the velvet blanket of the cobalt night sky—it was going to get way darker. The thought of being unable to see into your backyard, which was now so much larger than before, made your stomach churn “Buy outdoor lights, noted.” You slowly rose from the couch staring suspiciously out into the thicket of dark fir trees, if you stared for long enough you could see movement, one day of being here and your eyes were playing tricks on you already making you paranoid “I’m going to go mental here, aren’t I?” You joked, turning away from the darkness outside your french doors and instead turning your attention to your beautifully lit kitchen. Your stomach rumbled lowly, it was way later than you thought and the day of unpacking had left you famished.

Looking at the contents of your fridge made you sigh, you had enough for a basic meal but nothing fancy. You grabbed the two cloves of garlic you had left, the random half of an. onion and the two tomatoes rolling around freely in the fridge draw and dumped them on the countertop “Pasta it is…Do I even have any pasta.” You stood on your tiptoes opening the cupboard and began to rummage, you had enough spices to open a spice market, stocked up on medications, hot chocolate mix, extra coffee and an assortment of herbal teas, but no pasta. You said a silent prayer as you opened the next cupboard and there it was, a half empty box of spaghetti “Thank all that is holy!” You exclaimed, placing it on the counter as you pulled out a pot and a pan and put it beside the spaghetti. You swayed along to the enchanting sound of man singing as you filled the pot with water and placed it on the stove, it was a song you’d never heard before. You began to hum along, turning to your record player curiously to see what record you’d put on. It wasn’t on. You hadn’t put any records on. There were no houses for miles, you were alone in the middle of the woods; so there was absolutely no way it was from a neighbour. You threw open one of the draws and pulled out the biggest knife you owned, the blade glimmering in the overhead lighting of the kitchen as you held it defensively up in the air. Standing as still as possible, you stopped breathing momentarily to listen, your heart thumping in your ears as you cautiously stepped towards the singing. The sound was coming from outside. Biting down on your lip you tiptoed towards the glass, squinting in an attempt to see outside. You pressed your face to the chilly glass, goosebumps rippling across your skin. You couldn’t see anything but the reflection of your house's Interior.

You took a deep breath in an attempt to calm yourself, as your hand wrapped around the handle of the door, you begrudgingly opened it. Aware of every little sound; the swaying of the trees in the light wind, the metallic tick of the lock as you pushed on the handle, the crunch of leaves as small animals skittered through the woods. Every small noise made the anxiety rising within you worse. “Is anyone out here?” You called. Nothing. The smooth baritone singing continued.

Slipping on the pair of hiking boots you’d left outside to dry, you squeezed the knife; mentally preparing yourself to venture into woods.

You were deep into the forest by now, the singing was getting louder. You were close. “Singing stranger! Your voice is lovely, but this is private property and it’s late. You’re really freaking me out here, so if you could…maybe leave, that would be great.” The singing stopped, leaving you to listen to the soft chirp of crickets. You pushed aside some brambles allowing you to see a clearing and a pond surrounded by overgrown aquatic plants; long, thick brown pond reeds towered tall and piles of bulrush outlined the small waterhole. A small section of the bank was not overtaken by plants, a flat slab of rock that was damp as you advanced towards it bending just enough to swipe your fingers through the moisture. It had no smell, you thought maybe one of the fishes had splashed the water on it. Thinking that brought you solace. Looking closer at the pond, you adored it. It needed work that was for certain but you could definitely clean it up, add some lights around it and place a bench close to it to make it a cute picnic spot. Your shoes sunk into the mud as you crouched down next to the pond, watching as the reflection of the pale moon was distorted in the ripples of the water. You reach towards one of the water lilies, trying not to fall into the pond as you lean forward. The tips of your fingers brush against the soft, yet firm, petals and you try to pinch it between your outstretched fingers to pull it closer. You miss it. You glance down at the bank of the pond before shuffling closer to the edge, you repeat your actions from before but this time you're able to reach. You pull the flower closer, the pink of the petals becoming clearer as the lily pad parts the water drawing closer to you. Something wet and slimy grazes your ankle, making you release the lily, you fall backwards into the mud as you squirm away from the water edge. You let out a scream as a viscid webbed hand seizes your ankle, you kick and squirm against the tight hold.

“There’s no need to be scared, doll. It’s me, the stranger who was singing. You said my voice was beautiful.” From the clear water emerged a man with murky green gils framing his clean shaven face. Despite being in the water his hair was completely dry, the moon casting a blue glow down on his pushed back brown locks. His blue eyes were warm, welcoming and crinkled at the corners from the wide toothy grin stretched across his face, all of his teeth were pointed and curved like a shark. Murky water glided down his defined chest, as if his skin was covered in wax. You laid paralysed in the mud as he used his free hand to prop himself up on the bend of his tail, his scales glinting in the moonlight. Peaking out of the slit below his waist were two erect dicks, tinged green like his scales and ribbed. A bead of precum leaked down from the tip onto the other one below it causing it to twitch in response. You woke from your paralysis, scrambling on to your knees, Bucky lurched forward pushing you back into the mire “Where do you think you’re going, Doll? We haven’t even started yet.” His claw-like nails cut through your shirt and shorts like butter exposing you to the chilly autumn air, his nails scratching your skin deep enough for it to bleed as he cut through your clothes.

“Get the fuck off of me!” You screamed kicking at his muscular tail, Bucky dug his nails into your sides making you yelp in pain—stopping your struggling as you felt the burning pain travel across your nerves.

“Stop struggling, Doll.” He hissed, spit flying into your face. You wiped it away with your arm and turned your head further to look at his face

“Make me.” You spat, grabbing a handful of dirt and throwing it at him. The warmth left his eyes and his smile fell, his cold stare remained locked on you as he slammed your head into the mud. You choked and spat as sludge entered your mouth.

“That wasn’t very nice, sweetness. I know what's best for you, so just lie still.” Bucky warned raking his claws across your back to pull you closer, he held both dicks in his hand lining them up to your hole. You tried to wiggle your hips away from him but he mercilessly slammed into you the tips of his dicks painfully bashing against your cervix as he stretched you open; a dull burn radiating through your waist. Your walls constricted around him trying to force him out of you, he thrusted against the resistance making an agony akin to period camps spread through your stomach. Bile rose in your throat as he continued his pounding, using you like a fleshlight. You felt the tip of his needle-like fingernail pressing against your rose bud, your screams of resistance were muffled by the mud as he forcefully shoved his thumb into your tight ring, a stabbing pain travelling across your back “So tight for me. All for me.” He moaned, draping himself over you and biting into your shoulder blade. White hot pain surged across your back corrupting your senses as white flashed across your vision. You began to struggle with new found vigour. But it was futile his body weight alone kept you pinned to the ground. Bucky’s snake-like tongue lapped at the blood flowing from the teeth shaped puncture wound hungrily. “Taste so sweet, doll. Never gonna let you go, you’re gonna have my babies.You want them don’t you? Want me to make you a Mommy.” Bucky whined, the thrusting of his hip causing more water to slosh out of the pond and splatter against you both.

“No!” You shrieked, hoping that for some reason anyone was in the vicinity to be able to hear you. You couldn’t give a shit if they were trespassing on your property, if they could help you then nothing would matter. He pushed your face deeper into the mixture of mire and swamp water, you dug your hands into the sludge below you endeavouring to not suffocate. You became frantic as you felt the oxygen left in your lungs running low, the taste of mud and swamp water entered your mouth through your nostrils making you gaged as you suffocated. Survival instincts took over your mind, dulling the stabbing pains throbbing throughout your entire body. You needed to get him off, or you were going to die.

“You don’t mean that, Doll, you’ll come to terms with it eventually. You’ll melt when you see how beautiful our children are going to be, I’m going to pump you so full of them. Your stomach is going to swell with our children.” As his thrust became more brutal he lent more of his body weight on your head. Your lungs burned, desperate for air. Your screams making bubbles in the ooze, you were swallowing dirt but all you could think of was survival. Your hands flailed behind you grabbing for the swamp monster, why you felt the firm skin of his torso you dragged your nails across it furiously. Trying to hurt him so he’d get off you. But your attack just fuelled his fire “I didn’t know you liked it rough, sweetness. You should have told me.” He purred, slamming into you with harsh, shallow thrusts. You felt warm puffs of breath against your throat before an intense, excruciating pain shot through your neck; his teeth tore through your skin as he bit down harder and harder tearing the muscles and skin from your throat. You couldn’t even scream, he’d torn out your vocal cords. The warmth of your blood against your freezing skin gave you a small moment of comfort as you felt your life fading away. Your body was so heavy, you couldn’t lift your hands. Your clawing and squirm slowed, the haze in your mind feeling as thick as the mud you were laying in. The pain stopped, everything stopped.

“Doing so good for me, Doll. I’m gonna cum. That’s it, relax for me. That's it. Gonna- ah-” Bucky gave a few more weak, shallow thrusts as his hot seed filled you. He pressed a soft kiss to your bare shoulder, stroking your dirty, wet hair. He let out a soft chuckle “Already asleep. That really took it out of you? Didn’t it, doll face. You did so well.” He whispered, picking up your limp body and turning you to press your face into his chest “I can wait to start a family with you, Doll. You’re gonna be such a good Mommy.”

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bleedingichorhearts · 20 days

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𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐌𝐚𝐲: 𝐃𝐨𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐬

𝕬𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗: This one reminded me of Subnautica.

𝕿𝖆𝖌𝖌𝖊𝖉: @kit-williams, @egrets-not-regrets, @bispecsual, @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan, @sleepyfan-blog.

TW // Injury, Violence.

|°𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐌𝐚𝐲 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐬°| |°ᴛᴀɢ ʟɪꜱᴛ ᴀᴘᴘʟɪᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ°| • {𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧} • {𝐀𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐮𝐬} • {𝐆𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐁𝐨𝐢’𝐬}

Collecting minerals across the deep-ocean floor was a rather pleasing experience, especially right next to the lava lakes and volcanoes. It was cool to see when they would pop and create this “pillow lava.” All round and bulbous, its sphere crust erupting to other Little Rock’s called “igneous rocks.”

Of course, you have to be careful on doing this sort of job. Be wary where you go, how deep you go, what and where you decide to collect your mineral or samples. Creatures and Mother Nature might not like you if they so much desire to rip you to pieces or shoot pillows of lava at you. It can be a very dangerous job in a second. So it’s best to leave it up to the professionals who have more experience for these types of jobs.

This also accounts for the equipment needed to use for this type of job. You can’t have some weak and classic diving suit to swim to the approximate depth of your area filled with underwater lakes of lava. That suit has to be modified for a human to be able to take on the heat of the lava in order to get the goodies like: Gold, silver, copper, manganese, cobalt and zinc.

Though, you gotta be careful of how much the human weight and pressure can take. You don’t want to sink to the ocean floor and be pressurized by the water for going too far down for a human being. So you got to be careful with your selective gear, but your absolute must haves are a storage pouch, underwater flashlight(s), lining, and a knife. All these are important for your survival into the depths of the ocean, and if you think you can take a harpoon? Go for it, the ocean can be quiet and scary when it wants to be.

Pushing of some rock with my hand. I avoided some hydrothermal vents as I took my diver knife from my waist and stabbed it into piece of rock wall a couple times, digging out some mineral with in it. The disrupted sand on the rock obstructing my vision for a second before I spot that shine of the material and grab the mineral with my other hand.

Zinc, I recognize from the splintery metal it has and the sheeny grayish color it’s known for. A good chemical element for to help you immune system fight of bacteria and viruses inside of your body. Though, I would not recommend to blankly just touch, inhale or eat raw zinc before giving it over to the scientists. It can could cause some side effects too like: Stomach cramps, nausea and vomiting. For higher levels: Anemia, damaged pancreas and decreased levels of high-density lipoprotein (HDL) cholesterol.

Opening my pouch, I place the small mineral into the storage pouch on the other side of my waist, from the knife holster and sheathed my knife back into its holster. Swimming carefully near the edge of the cliff where a lava lake resides just a few inches below. The boiling heat of it warning me if I was too close to it or not while I looked for some more minerals to collect. My feet and hands pushing off rocks when I didn’t find anything in the surrounding area.

I hum unhappily into my mask when I couldn’t find anything more than just zinc and occasional copper. Bubbles obstructing my vision when I stop and float in place, looking around me carefully for one last scan for minerals. The feeling of unaccomplishment pressing onto my shoulders as I didn’t want to leave the area without another mineral stocked into my pouch. I wanted them for a reason.

The weight on my shoulders pull off instantly when I spot a sliver of gold shining against the red and yellow of the lava lakes light. My legs already working to swim closer to the lava lake; more than one should. The heat threatening to burn off my heat resistant suit if I got anymore close to the lake, having its limitations.

Rounding the material, I made sure there wasn’t any more that I was going to miss. My hand reaching and unsheathing my knife back from my holster as I get ready to dig at it. Head tilting back and forth on how I would like to dig at it to make sure I didn’t damage the gold too much before resting a hand above it for support and giving the surrounding rock around it a good stab.

It took about 7 times before the noble metal popped off its spot. Breifly floating in the water as I made a reach for it. My fingers almost closing around the metal before I found myself scarcely close to the lava lake. A muffled cry ripping from my throat.

Rapid bubbles surrounded my vision as my hand clutches at my shoulder. A line of red threading through my fingers and through the water from the harpoon stuck into my shoulder. My back slowly burning up for being too close to the lava lake; like when you get too close to the campfire for comfort.

My eyes go wide when another harpoon tinks itself near my ankle, cutting my suit there as I scramble back as far as I could to the best of my abilities without getting scorched by the lava. The harpoon in my shoulder not helping when I find myself pinned under the hands of another human. Their knife threatening to crack my goggles as the tip of the knife scratches them, creating a line in them.

All I could hear from them are rough mumbles and gestures to my pouch. Their hands occasionally gripping at the harpoon in my shoulder for more power as I cry out at the pain of it being moved. Their eyes giving a certain glee when they did.

What was another person doing down here? Was this person a pirate? How long were they following me? Where did they even come from? How did they know of this area? It’s wasn’t common to have some search the floor of the sea for some scraps of minerals.

The person shoves my body back into the sea floor harshly and backing off; taking my storage pouch with them as I become lightheaded at the force of their push. That feeling of dread, sadness and questioning settling on my shoulders.

Why would one person what to steal from another and wound them in the process? If they could have asked I would have lended over some materials for them. I wasn’t a greedy person! That— that just doesn’t make any sense! Why steal when you have a perfectly good gear to come down into the depths of the water and steal from me?

I groan and exhale slowly in order not to cry at the loss of my materials and with the harpoon in my shoulder. My hand gripping at the handle and pulling the harpoon out with a painful jerk. More of my blood flowing through the boiling waters of the ocean depths.

I jump when a nuzzle to the back of my shoulder takes my attention when I look back behind me to the creature of the lava lakes. His black reptilian-like body rising out of the lava as it bubbles off his scales. His deep, yet glowing reddish-orange eyes, serpent-like irises with a solid black line going horizontally through his eyes looking me over. A deep rumble coming out of him, vibrating the water.

Relived it was just the sea creature, I reached up to the creature. His head coming down to nuzzle into my open arms. His form chuffing bubbles as he slowly moves to the wound on my shoulder. A low growl rumbling through the water before his long black tongue rolls out of his mouth and laps at the wound, sealing it up with his saliva as I nuzzle up against his shoulder, his appearance welcoming as the saddening thought of being stolen from still ranked through my mind. I was going to make a trinket for this loving creature, and now I have to start from ground zero.

The creature gently coos at me when he wants my attention, giving me a little kiss on the neck while he’s at it. His talon-like hands rubbing against my back soothingly. Prompting me to let go of him as he gestures and gently pushes me to go back to his nest. His form curling around me, blocking me for any disagreement of not going to his nest.

Pushing off the sea floor a little. I reached for the creature again before I went and nuzzled him right underneath his chin. Purposely exhaling bubbles as he gives these chuff-like sounds at my antics. Gently pawing at me to get me swimming back to his nest, and giving me a forehead kiss before I make my way back to his nest. His eyes carefully watching me go swim to the location of his nest before he turns a pushes off the ground with quiet power in his talons and tail with a new hunt in mind.

A vengeful one too.

#Ichor’s Chronicles #warhammer 40k #mermay 40k #mermay 2024 #mermay #x reader #reader insert #oc: dorvenos #salamander #tw: injury #tw: violence #he is batman

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chirp-a-chirp · 10 months

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Court of Darkness: You Look Good With…

Here’s a list of items each prince finds most attractive on the MC when the MC wears them.

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Guy - Ruby Rings

Upon their engagement, Guy gives MC a beautiful ruby ring, an heirloom passed down generations by Avari royalty. He’s made a slight modification to the ring, adding a protection spell to have it shine like a beacon when poison is detected—one can never be too careful with assassination attempts.

The ring is a sign—one that shows MC’s power and commitment to Guy, and a warning to others that she is his and his alone. To the Avari court’s great surprise, Guy has a second nearly identical ring made that he wears. It too is a sign to others—that he will have no other being than her by his side.

Lynt - Matching Cloak

The day Lynt gets giddy with excitement is one where MC shows off a white and emerald green cloak made by an Akedian tailor residing in Colde. The cloak is similar to the one that Lynt has in that it doubles as a sleeping bag. Unlike his cloak, MC’s cloak can magically expand to hold two people in it.

Lynt instantly wants to try wearing MC’s cloak with her. And thus Lynt discovers a second enhancement to the cloak—it includes an enchantment that allows users to blend into their environment like a chameleon. Now he and MC will have fewer interrupted naps!

Sorry Tino—your job at finding your wayward prince just got harder.

Toa - Scarf with Hidden Pockets

MC knits a gigantic cobalt scarf to match Toa’s piercing blue eyes. The scarf is long enough to easily accommodate two people. MC uses the scarf to snuggle with Toa when walking in town or sitting in the S:Rank lounge. The scarf is wider and thicker at each end so that MC can secretly hold Toa’s hands underneath it to warm them up.

Toa adores the scarf—it was crafted with love, and he gets to subtly enjoy MC’s touch without showing off too much PDA. Fenn often tries to join the cuddle scarf session, to Toa’s extreme annoyance. In these moments, MC brings a smile back on Toa’s face by grabbing a homemade Carmel from the scarf’s hidden pockets and placing it in his mouth.

Fenn - Jasmine Perfume and Fishnet Stockings

When it comes to Fenn, everything feels like a caress—his quips, his whispered words, his elegant fingers dancing across exposed skin. Conversely, Fenn feels most comforted by MC when he smells her jasmine perfume. He nuzzles against her neck whenever she is near, wanting to drown in her scent. Even if she is not with him, he’ll snuggle up against her Jasmine-infused pillow until she returns—after all, she is the home that he can always return to.

Fenn also has a thing for MC wearing skimpy outfits that show off her legs—especially fishnet stockings.

MC: Fenn, I feel so exposed wearing these!

Fenn: Well, that’s the point, isn’t it Treasure?

MC: Says the man who’s fully clothed right now! *Pouts*

Fenn: Ah, that can be quickly dealt with. *Wink*

Roy - Rose Petal Earrings and His Jacket

Sentimental man that he is, Roy saved a few rose petals that floated in the air with their first kiss. He freeze dried two of the petals and worked with an Invidian silversmith to craft a set of rose pedal earrings encased with silver. Roy smiles whenever MC wears them…which is constantly.

The earrings, however, are Roy’s second favorite thing MC wears. The absolute favorite thing is discovered by accident. One day, MC comes out of Roy’s shower, but is unable to find a towel. Since she hasn’t mastered the spell for drying herself off, she grabs Roy’s white and pink jacket, dons it like an impromptu bathrobe, and walks out to his room.

MC: Hey Roy, do you have a towel?

Roy: *Mouth is partially open, golden eyes widening in astonishment*

MC: Umm, sorry about wearing this Love, I couldn’t find—

Roy: *Pulls MC to his chest* By Creator, how are you so adorable and alluring at once?

Congrats MC—your date plans with Roy just got thrown out the window.

Rio - Apron and Flour

Cooking and baking are among Rio’s favorite things to do with MC. His heart is at its fullest when he and MC are in the kitchen, making food for themselves and their friends, flour speckled on their noses and cheeks.

MC gets two aprons, one for her one for Rio. They both say “Kiss the cook” on the front. Rio takes this message quite literally.

MC: Rio! I have jam on my lips and face now!

Rio: Oops, let me get that off for you Sunbeam! *Kisses/licks jam off MC’s face*

Lance - Leather Jacket

A black leather jacket looks VERY good on MC. It highlights her curves in all the right places, it’s certainly edgier than what those ridiculous S Ranks wear, AND she looks quite pleased with wearing it given the smile she graces Lance with.

MC smiles because the jacket contains special pockets—ones she uses to hide treats for Grushia the wolf or Christop. MC isn’t sure who is happier—Christop or Grushia at getting the yummy food, or Lance at seeing the pup and boy so happy.

#voltage games #otome mc #guy avari #lynt akedia #toa qelsum #fenn luxure #roy invidia #rio voleri #lance ira #court of darkness

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nrspeculator · 9 months

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find-roronoa-zoro · 28 days

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Roronoa Zoro X CisFem Reader

Soon the house was filled with guests. This party was different from your "welcome home" bash. It was formal and catered with a complete wait staff. Attending guests weren't just close friends of the family but also business associates and even a few potential clients Marco and Thatch were trying to seal the deal with.

You had done your share of mingling and schmoozing, finally taking a break at the bar that had been set up on the back patio warming yourself under the gas heaters that framed it.

"Two Shiners." Zoro called stepping up next to you.

You turned to greet him having missed his arrival. His normally haphazardly styled hair was combed back. He wore a charcoal gray suit with a cobalt button down and a black tie cinched loosely under the unbuttoned collar.

"Well, you clean up nicely." you complimented.

"I could say the same for you." he returned the comment while handing you one of the beers he ordered.

"Thanks, I'd rather not be wearing these shoes though." you pointed at your black pumps.

"You two have reconnected." a familiar voice invaded your conversation.

You turned to see Mihawk raising his empty wine glass to the bartender.

"Hey Hawkeyes, it's been a long time." you greeted.

"Sensei." Zoro nodded.

"Wait... you two know each other?" you motioned between the two males, " and what do you mean 'reconnected'?"

"He works for me." Mihawk calmly replied, "I suppose I shouldn't be surprised if you don't remember, F/N."

"Remember?" you glanced back at Zoro who was blushing faintly.

"Yes, he works for me now but back in college when I was a tutor he was my student as well as you." Mihawk sipped from his newly filled glass.

"And we met?!" you gaped.

"Well, he was just a rebellious seven-year-old but I was forced to bring him with me to a couple of your study sessions." the raven recalled, "After you gave him that toy at the arcade he talked about you for weeks. I don't think I could ever forget how the two of you met."

Toy from the arcade?

The tiger.

You suddenly remembered passing it to the boy telling him, it matched his hair while he blushed and muttered a curt thank you. Back then he had no scar and hardly spoke a word.

You turned back to Zoro trying to contain your blush, "Just somebody?"

"What was I supposed to say? I'd look like a pervert." he defended.

"That's my cue," Mihawk muttered walking away.

"I mean, it's weird but also sort of cute." you both ignored the older male's departure, "Why didn't you tell me we'd met before?"

"I didn't think you'd remember, I was just a kid." he defended, "And you didn't... And that's fine."

You frowned. It felt kind of bad that you'd met someone so important to you now and forgotten them, but at the same time he was a kid and you were studying for college entrance exams you didn't even remember to eat most days. Zoro watched your frown grow into a mischievous smirk.

"Why did you keep it after all this time?"

"It - I just -" the greenette stammered and sighed, "There was no reason to throw it away?"

"Not buying it." you poked his chest and walked passed forcing him to follow you into the house.

Christmas music filtered down the hall into the den from the living room. You took a seat and kicked off your heels. This was the only common room off limits from the party. You rubbed your stocking feet as you pulled them up onto the sofa.

"What do you mean by, 'not buying it'?" Zoro asked closing the door.

"I'm just not. Why would you keep something some random chick gave you when you were a kid?" you hummed still squeezing the soreness from your aching feet, "Unless you're some kind of hoarder. Mmm... but your place was too clean for that."

He sighed and plopped down next to you. Curiously you watched him rub his face and try to keep his composure as he chose his words.

"Look, there was a reason I followed Mihawk around; not just because he was my sensei at the dojo. I didn't have the best childhood, but he kept me around making me do odd jobs to stay in kendo and he tutored me as well."

You let your right leg drop over the edge of the sofa as you turned to face him keeping your left leg folded flush against his thigh.

"I just didn't receive gifts like that is all." he glanced down at your amused expression, "What?"

"Awe... You had a crush on me ~" you sing-songed, "you wanted to marry me ~"

"Please stop." he chuckled.

"You wanted to hug me ~" you leaned forward poking his side, "you wanted to kiss me~"

"Seriously, F/N." he leaned toward you and brushed your fingers away.

"Awe, whatcha gonna do lil tiger?" you continued to prod playfully at his ribs.

He swiftly but gently took your hand leaning further into your personal space. Your eyes trailed from his grip to his soft but smug smile. You couldn't hear the Christmas music anymore and the fluttering of heart made it suddenly difficult to take a full breath.

He glanced from your eyes to your lips and back again. It was now or never. He continued his advance at a painfully slow pace, you deserved it after all of your teasing. Your eyelids dropped as his nose brushed against yours, his body heat radiating over you. Finally, your lips met firmly, the tense anxiety of an unsure moment melting away as you relaxed in his arms. The teasing fingers he had stifled clutched his dress shirt and eventually made their way into that soft green hair.

You had experienced some amazing kisses in your life, but this was different. It was somehow calming and exciting at the same time and had your body tingling pleasantly from head to toe. Instead of pulling away for air you received soft short smooches between breaths and new long deep kisses. It turned into quite the passionate make-out session. Zoro shifted pushing you back into the arm of the couch.

The door swung open forcing you to part. Panting heavily, you brushed your wrist across your lips, eyes swaying to meet your younger brother's emerald gaze. Al let out a soft 'uf' stumbling into his back as he stopped abruptly at the sight before him. Sabo's eyes immediately shifted to the ceiling, unintelligible mutters ripping passed his lips at an impossible speed as he backed up pushing a very confused Al out of the room.

Zoro slumped forward resting against your chest as you laid back, melodic giggles pushing passed your lips.

"This house will never change." you chortled brushing his hair back into place with your fingers before he sat up, "prepare to be stared at the rest of the evening."

"Nothing I can't handle."

#one piece #the one #x reader #marco the phoenix #roronoa zoro #shanks #whitebeard pirates #zoro roronoa x reader #lyndsyh24 #slow burn

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readyforevolution · 3 months

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DR Congo 🇨🇩

Facts about DR Congo, the richest Country with Natural Resources in the world 🇨🇩

1. Music is its biggest export

2. Kinshasa is world's second largest French speaking city.

3. Locals eat mayo with everything

4. Kinshasha and Brazaville are the world's closest capitals.

5. The Wildlife is Phenomenal

6. The Congo isn't overrun by the Ebola Virus

7. Congo played a role in World War II

8. DRC is one of the Countries in East and Central Africa where one can find the Mountain Gorillas and the Eastern Lowland Gorillas.

9. The Democratic Republic of the Congo is the second largest country in Africa. It borders nine countries: Angola, Burundi, the Central African Republic, the Republic of Congo, Rwanda, South Sudan, Tanzania, Uganda, and Zambia.

10. The people of the DRC represent over 200 ethnic groups, with nearly 250 languages and dialects spoken throughout the Country.

11. DRC has more than 450 tribes , one of biggest hydro dam in the world, the biggest stock of water, second large river in the world, second biggest forest after amazonia, has the oldest and biggest park in Africa( virunga), is the only one country in the world with okapi animal, biggest world s minerals's stuff: copper, lithium, cobalt, gold, coltan, cassiterite, nobium, gold, diamond, uranium.., one of the peaceful and kind population in the world, hiroshima & Nagasaki nuclear bomb were made by uranium from the south EST of DRC, has the second biggest island in africa( Idjwi, island) second deepest lake in the world after baikal lake in Russia, 12 national parks with all types of wild animals,. and so on

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todderwodders · 3 months

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WIP WEDNESDAY

Another bit of Faltash sorry about

Tagging: @archduke-enver-gortash @cats-obsessions @nullshocked @eregar @lamortwrites

Enver traces her cheek with a knuckle.

He can sense the difference between them, the wear of the world. Her cheek is soft, made soft by magic and fine butters and oils. His hand is tough, his knuckle seemingly perpetually split as the dry air of autumn begins to roll in. She doesn't yet know that her skin will do the same, with time. She doesn't know many things.

Faline stirs, eyes fluttering open for a brief moment and then sliding shut as he traces a thumb over her, tracking the cracked ridge of flesh where outer lip meets the delicate inner flesh of the mouth. Her lips are the fine blue of cobalt, deep and rich and almost as precious in their pigment as gold. Not even the stain of fuschia, too bright and too sharp for a woman grown, can ruin the vision of it.

Enver runs his tongue over his teeth, mouth sealing itself closed. He lifts the cloth from where it is draped over the side of her neck, slick up to her chin with oil meant to numb.

The wound is gone now, her carotid artery sealed shut as months of healing, nursing, and resting are accelerated in a matter of seconds, as if her near death never happened. An ugly, fascinating thing, the healing word. He itches to run a finger over the wound that had looked so deep when she had stumbled back to him, wide eyed and blood drunk from battle, body shivering in shock. Faline had looked for all the world not like a devil but a demon - the silver white bite amongst the pink of her jaws, all those sharpened teeth he had never noticed she had in her possession until she peeled her fine lips back and snarled. Her eyes had burned him, radiating heat in the dark in tandem with her hands, usually so delicate, so clever, careless in the moment where she cut into his wrist, his chest in six red black stripes. How she had laughed and laughed and laughed–

Enver swallows, mouth dry.

He wonders if he pressed his finger to it, if it would puncture newly formed skin, if his cleric had simply healed her to the point of tender, newly knit flesh and elected not to reinforce the elasticity and durability of an adult woman’s muscle and tendons. He thinks too of the oil, and how the last time he had done just this thing, his fingers had been numb for days. Instead he pushes her hair back, brittle from the healing, some strands still caked with blood.

Enver conjures the image of Stephan, the blade, the whoosh of a flitting frame, slotting herself between himself and death.

That was careless.

Most importantly, that was careless in front of other people. He feels his scalp prickle, feels indignation rise foul and hot in his gut.

Enver removes the cloth, tossing it lightly into the bucket of bandages and blood soaked sponges meant to keep her alive until the cleric was fetched. She’s bled him in gold tonight, robbed him of the good graces of the medicine woman who had looked upon the choking girl and seemed miffed that she was pulled from bed for this.

As she should be, he thinks.

Enver would have never shifted the gold for another servant, would have taken his chances with a healing potion from his own stock, a few drops of poppy and thrown her in a channel if she had succumbed in the night.

But Faline has also given him great gifts.

Calculated gifts, where sacrifice was obliged. Her true crime is in the choosing before asking, taking without an order ringing through her fine tipped ears. He lifts Faline’s blankets, feels her shiver as night air bites clean through her shift. The smell of sweat is pungent, made sour by tonic and the reek of willow paste. She will be in good health again in three days if he allows her rest - a tenday if he does what he needs.

He tucks the blanket back over Faline, hands roaming her sides. Her horns and wound have obligated a strange composition of pillows stacked underneath her neck and sides, built with the goal of keeping her from rolling over or twisting her neck.

Enver cups her rump, lets his fingers run over the arch of her ass before digging between her legs, fingers inching slowly between pressed thighs. She is soft and hot through the covers. He thinks of the times she has sat in his lap, naked and unashamed. Enver thinks of pressing his lips to her neck and sucking until he’s ruptured her open. He thinks of his mouth going heavy and numb. He thinks of how her blood might taste on his tongue.

Of the many men he has known, he counts himself as one not overly fond of meat. Still, Enver imagines the suppleness of it, the taste of her breath as it escapes to his mouth rather than through her throat. The mouthfeel of life.

Enver takes his hand from her body

#tavtash #wip #my writing #wip Wednesday #faltash #or would it be l'olotash???#falver???

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