#irina of morne

[sleeplessoccultist]

To be honest, I do not understand just what Edgar was thinking leaving Irina just sitting on the road to the castle. Amidst a demi-human uprising. Like, the bridge with a garrison and a ballista is RIGHT THERE, just take her like forty meters further and order them to protect her. You're a knight and Godrick's castellan, you can do that

#elden ring #irina of morne #castellan edgar

[ponderousorb]

Irina/Astrea

#my art #demon's souls #dark souls 3 #irina of carim #irina of morne #elden ring #i love those recurring characters From does!! #irina my beloved you didn't deserve any of this #cw: eye horror #cw: blood

[tarnishedinquirer]

Leaving Stormveil

With a Great Rune secured, it was time to finally move on from Stormveil. I could have gone straight to the Roundtable Hold for a date with the Two Fingers. I could have gone to the Divine Tower and activated my new rune. But instead, I just wanted to get out. I wanted to go somewhere new. And so, I followed a side passage down and towards what I hoped was an exit.

It had all the hallmarks of a bolthole. Nearly every castle has one. A secret way out where, during a siege, supplies can be snuck in and in the event of the castle being overrun, the monarch can escape.

Before I could leave though, my attention was drawn by a spirit. I now have a hunch that most people can't see these, so I felt obligated to talk to it. However, as I approached, I recognized its posture. Leaning back, grasping at its eyes... this was like the Afflicted village.

Maiden, dear maiden. Where are you? Please, take my grapes.

Grapes? I looked around, and saw it... the voice called it a Shabriri Grape.

Shabriri…the name rang a bell. Something from my forgotten youth, perhaps. A boogeyman?

A yellowing, oozing eyeball of the infirm. The surface is shriveled, and the inside is squishy, not unlike a large, overly-ripe grape. Give to the blind maiden to guide her to the distant light.

What the hell. Why did the voice even want me to touch this, let alone take it with me. But it knew how to bait me. It told me to do something specific with it, but didn't tell me what would happen. I had to know. I picked it up with tongs and put it in a specimen vial just to be safe.

The change from one side of the castle to the other was breathtaking. The other side was golden and green, like tarnished bronze. But this region was deep blue and white. The very air was blue. And god, there were so many stars, even during the day. The fisher-king hypothesis was proven true. Whoever ruled this land must truly love the stars.

It was then I realized I was not alone here.

Boc! It was good to see him. He seemed to be doing a lot better after his ordeal in the cave. He offered to alter my garments but unfortunately, he could not alter the ones I was currently wearing. I'll be on the lookout for garments to alter just so he has something to do and feels useful.

But he wasn't the only one here.

It was impossible. Standing before me was Irina of Morne, alive and in the flesh. Her finger maiden robes were still bloody from her murder, but here she was. A tarnished like me, perhaps? No...something was different.

She introduced herself as Hyetta, and asked me for a Shabriri grape.

To... to eat.

I asked her if she remembered me and she insisted we'd never met. Could it be some coincidence? an identical twin? No... the blood told me no. I called her Irina and she did not know who that was. I had to step away before I did something I'd regret like grabbing her shoulders and shaking her.

Perhaps some kind of spell? I wouldn't where to start, breaking an enchantment this powerful. There was only one course of action to take, and it pained me. Would it strengthen the enchantment? Snap her out of it? At the very least, something would happen, and something was better than nothing.

I gave her the grape.

She ate it in one bite. My stomach heaved, but she clearly enjoyed it. She thanked me profusely and gave me the blessing of the Fingers. So I guess.... nothing was what happened. Dammit.

The fingers have a lot to answer for.

How is Irina/Hyetta alive?

What happened to her memory?

Why does she want to eat eyeballs?

Why did I actually go through with this?

Is it the great runes that cause the fisher-king effect? What did these lands look like before?

The ritual the ritual the ritual

#hyetta #irina of morne #frenzied flame #boc the seamster #shabriri #stormveil #liurnia of the lakes #elden ring #elden ring lore #in character #in character blog #in character post #let's play

[katyspersonal]

I start to feel like Irina and Hyetta are simply twins, maybe specifically the case of 'two people, one soul' twins thing going on

There could be ongoing prejudice against twins like this, and for a good reason? At least 'good reason' in the eyes of Golden Order believers. Darian and Devin are such twins and one of them is 'golden' but another is 'silver': and 'silver' is something condemned, connected with the Nox, so Devin was separated from Darian and basically sealed away. With Miquella and Malenia it isn't certain, they could have 'one soul' thing too as it apparently doesn't prevent the twins from existing as separate people. BUT! Coincidentally, one twin is pure gold, absolutely immune to any sort of aging and decay (even too much so for his own good), he can't be influenced by any Outer God or have his power alter unlike with other Demigods with whom we've seen their Runes "adapt" to what effects them. Meanwhile, the second twin is not only under influence of an Outer God from the start, but very coincidentally its the one thing specifically opposite to what Miquella represented. Endless rotting and decay, endless rebirth into something else.

And well, then Irina is a very average Finger Maiden. Okay not average since she's blind, but still, the one tasked to pass the will of the Two Fingers. And you see the trend of the second twin always being the 'opposite', and having the short end of the stick no less? And the opposite thing to this is Three Fingers; Hyetta is in the contact with Frenzied Flame rather than the Guidance of Grace! So, maybe, she was abandoned from this standpoint, like what happened with Devin and only Hyetta accepted.

I assume something specific has to happen as it is not EVERY twins pair; there is no this type of duality between Morgott and Mohg (as far as I can conclude), there are twin Maidens in the Roubdtable, and there were twin sages in Raya Lucaria. With the latter one I am not 100% sure, as they seem to be conjoined twins so abandoning one was not even possible, but also the reason might have been just that Raya Lucaria used to not abide by Golden Order's dogmas back then and thus even if they had some 'lucky/unlucky duality' they'd be allowed to exist in peace!

But yeah, I think it is just this simple: that Hyetta was not allowed into family, similarly to how Devin was separated from Darian? I think maybe it is also always the younger twin who gets 'the short end of the stick'. Maybe Irina and Hyetta also likewise had connection without having ever met each other, but it simply was not as wholesome as what D twins had and rather they feared each other!

#elden ring #irina of morne #lightseeker hyetta #elden ring headcanons #elden ring theory

[catcas22]

Hey, do you have any headcanons / theory from how a single village that exists in Weeping Peninsula is afflicted by Frenzy whereas very coincidentally Irina (who is connected with Hyetta of course) is from there too? My friend Val also investigated on Hyettas quest by killing Edgar before as much as talking to Irina, and turns out later Shabriri Grape appears on his place in the Castle Morne anyways, so if anything maybe bro was doomed no matter what 🤔 I am just not sure what came first - the village being afflicted and this family catching the "sickness", or Irina having a weird evil twin and infecting it herself hfhghghv There is a cut content note about Shabriri mentioning that he went to die (physically) IN Weeping Peninsula, so there is that too. Wanted to hear your ideas if you have them?

Thanks for the ask! Theory below the cut.

A few notes on the Ailing Village, just to see what info is available at first glance.

The church there is called the Callu Baptismal Church. Despite the ever-present religious imagery, I don't think baptism is referenced anywhere else in-game.

The Flame of Frenzy incantation is found there. The description doesn't really tell us anything specific, instead serving as the player's first basic introduction to the FF.

Incantation originating from the maddening Three Fingers.

Causes the yellow flame of frenzy to burst forth from the caster's eyes. Charging increases the range of the burst.

The flame of frenzy deals damage and causes buildup of madness. This incantation also causes buildup of madness in the caster and is only effective against Tarnished.

We also find the Flame Crest wooden shield. The wording of the description suggests to me that the village didn't just fall to Frenzy overnight -- instead, whether imposed or by choice, the village functioned as something of a leper colony. Alternatively, the corruption process was slow enough that the villagers had the presence of mind to try to warn off others who might have come looking for them.

A tall, medium-sized wooden shield. Light for its size, and easy to handle. Carried by soldiers of the village that is afflicted by frenzy.

The yellow flame is the symbol of the affliction, serving as a warning to those who might approach the village.

There is a Lesser Alabaster Lord quite close by. I'm not sure what to make of this.

I've posted a theory before detailing why I believe that Hyetta is A) one of Irena's past lives, and B) Vyke's maiden. I'll post a link below, along with the portions relevant here.

"Let’s start with the Shield of the Guilty description."

"Shield made to venerate a maiden whose eyes were crushed by Briars of Sin before being reborn in these lands."

"Given it’s placement on the Weeping Peninsula, we seem to be meant to assume that the maiden in question is Irina. According to her dialogue, her eyes have been weak since birth. After her revival (?) as Hyetta, she says the same, her blindness was a congenital condition, not the result of an illness or injury. Based on the Dung Eater’s questline, we know that killing someone in a specific way (or tampering with the body after death) can inflict a curse that persists into the next life."

... "Vyke and Hyetta are ambushed at the Church of Inhibition -- or, if you want to get really tragic, Vyke sent her away after his meeting with the Three Fingers so that she would not be incriminated by her association with him, only for the Confessors to hunt her down anyway."

"The Confessors execute Hyetta via the Briars of Sin. Vyke proceeds to lose his shit so hard that an echo of his rage (the berserker shade) still guards the church centuries after. For the first time, he gives in to the Flame of Frenzy."

There are three in-game settlements afflicted with the FF -- The Ailing Village, the Frenzied Flame Village, and the Yelough Anix Ruins. I'm not even going to touch the Yelough Anix (pretty sure "Anix" is a typo, but if it has some meaning I'm not aware of please share), but we know that the Frenzied Flame Village was the site of a meltdown by a host of the FF.

Although I can't prove that the Frenzied Flame Village wasn't afflicted prior to Vyke's meltdown, it would make sense if the village were infected by said event. I don't have enough proof to establish that a pattern (again, I have no idea who could have infected the Yelough Anix), but it's at least plausible that the Ailing Village was infected by contact with FF host such as Vyke.

There's also the possibility that Edgar was to blame. Note the Banished Knight's Halberd description:

A finely-crafted halberd intricately engraved with an ancient motif.

Given to knights who, whether by misfortune or misdeed, were forced to abandon their homes.

Most of these knights were sent to the fringes, where they were forced to start anew with only despair for company.

Edgar also seems to parallel the Hero of Morne. Grafted Blade Greatsword description:

The storied sword of Castle Morne. A revenger's weapon, it is burdened with oceans of anger and regret.

A lone surviving champion from a country now vanished was so determined to continue fighting that he claimed the swords of an entire clan of warriors.

When I first saw your ask, I though that Hyetta/Irina might have been patient zero. But taking all this together, I have a different proposal. I think the Hero of Morne might have fallen to Frenzy.

From the Sword Monument outside Castle Morne:

The siege of Castle Morne A lone hero fights for his vengeance Only to fall at the hand of Lord Godfrey.

The sole survivor of another of the Golden Order's genocides, the Hero would have been a prime candidate to fall to despair, and thus to Frenzy. The use of the archaic word "revenger" in the Grafted Blade Greatsword's description seems to be drawing a deliberate parallel to Edgar, who meets his end in the Revenger's Shack.

Like Vyke, the Hero might have sought out the FF in order to gain the power to save those he loved, only to despair when he lost them anyway. Or perhaps like Edgar, he succumbed to mindless hate after losing everyone he cared for, with no reason to go on beyond his vengeance. Due to its location just beyond Morne's walls, the Ailing Village could have easily been infected by the "fallout" from the Hero's final battle.

(One more note: when fought in the Lord Contender's Evergaol, Vyke uses the Storm Assault ash of war.

Storm Assault: One of the skills that channel the tempests of Stormveil. Leap forward through surrounding storm winds and thrust armament downward. The attack will produce more storm winds at the point of impact.

We already knew that Vyke was a member of the Dragon Cult, and thus one of Godwyn's knights. But this skill might also link him to Godfrey, the war against the Storm Lord, and the early conquest of Limgrave.

This is more a headcanon than a theory, but it would be a wonderful bit of narrative resonance if Vyke fought under Godfrey during the Siege of Morne and was there to witness the Hero's Frenzied last stand.)

Thanks for the ask! I learned a lot!

#elden ring #answered asks #elden ring theory #festering fingerprint vyke #edgar the revenger #lightseeker hyetta #irina of morne #hero of morne

[viewmonde]

#morning #femme #interiors #miami #sofa #irina dreyt

[stargirlhysteria]

have a holly jolly christmas 🤍

#all i want for christmas is you #christmas tree #christmas #blair waldorf #irina shayk #adriana lima #snow man #snow #christmas season #presents #christmas aesthetic #gossip girl #christmas morning #christmas moodboard #christmas mb #moodboard #mb

[featherwurm]

Ok it's a bit of a shitpostin' week for me on "These idiots have adventures in Zarovia" (technically - we had a pretty heavy session but it was a lot of talk which needs to play out, so art this week is... nonsense.)

Osry Pinup time! All bards need pinup time. Osry plays the lap dulcimer if it's not been mentioned before. The hat stays ON.

Vol hugs Milan by way of friendly thanks - Milan isn't great with physical affection.

The Tanks all snore.

I just thought Vol in Hooters garb was funny (though they do need a job for that hard Zarovian winter...)

Mortimer having some fantasy about Lythander no doubt.

Also an in-character roll table for our dear Cleric of the Morning Lord:

(Yes, Mortimer is just... like that.)

#Dungeons and Dragons #D&D #Art #Personal #Sketch #Osry #Mortimer #Lythander #Vol #Milan #Irina #Garland #Cleric #Paladin #Barbarian #Bard #Simic Hybrid #Water Genasi #Morning Lord #Tiefling #Changeling

[sinecosinewheel]

7, 13 and 16 :3?

@rawrrawr0221

hiii :3c

7. what character did you begin to hate not because of canon but because of how the fandom acts about them?

i was really cold on gehrman for awhile, bloodborne was my first souls game and after The Line i was reluctant to talk to him at all lmao. then online 99% of the gehrman takes i saw were just people shitting on him or being. Fucking disgusting about miss doll so i kind of saw him as the posterchild for Fans I Hate. once i started doing more lore digging i learned to appreciate him more tho 🫶

honestly fans tend to make me like characters more rather than less lmao. i wouldn't care about gehrman or laurence that much at all if it weren't for seeing other people who were first 😤 it's fun seeing people who are passionate! gives me more insight into things i wouldn't bother caring about otherwise. ive definitely had characters i felt were overrated or mischaracterized that i hated seeing so much of, but i love soulsborne npcs too much.... i just tend to block takes i don't like x.x

oh shit wait jaskier from the witcher. i won't elaborate but him for sure

13. worst blorbofication

hrmmmm. when fans take a character like idk lautrec or fuckin. eygon from ds3 or something and act like everything they've ever done has been justified. not in a funny he's never done anything wrong and i love him :) kind of way, but in a misogyny kinda way

16. you can't understand why so many people like this thing (characterization, trope, headcanon, etc)

eh i don't really like super canon-divergent aus, like ones that are so far removed from the source material they basically aren't the same character anymore. what if nothing bad or interesting ever happened to morgott elden ring and he wasn't an omen and he didn't live in the sewer and he wasn't the veiled monarch of leyndell and he worked at a coffee shop? idk what if? that's just a totally different guy.

n bad characterization is too vague but i hate when they're boiled down to one personality trait (or just trait) and nothing else :/ souls games are fun bc all the characters are so deeply strange and it's really a shame when that's lost in favor of bland archetypes

#wheeltext #ask game #ty for the asks!! :] #i havent seen anyone be like that with lautrec but i feel like no one hates eygon like i do 💀 i havent played as much ds3 as #i have the other games so i coulda missed smth but i finished irinas quest and. he sucks! idk #if this is incoherent its cuz its like three in the morning 💚💚

[graftedheiress]

They should be friends I think!

#elden ring #elden oc posting #grafted heiress guinevere #oc #elden ring oc #guinevere #oc art #art #my art #do not repost #irina #irina elden ring #castle morne

[tarnishedinquirer]

Person of Interest: Irina (DECEASED)

Name: Irina Title/Alias: NA Race: Seafarer Gender: Female Occupation: Maiden Deceased Affiliation: Castle Morne Notes:

Blind

Father is commander of Castle Morne

Castle is in full revolt, barely escaped with her life.

Close enough to receive blood splatter on her robes, but for some reason ignored.

Heard a "frightful howling"

Father's name is Edgar

Killed just before her father could reach her

The ritual the ritual the ritual the ritual

possibly revived? See entry for Hyetta.

#elden ring #elden ring lore #in character #in character blog #in character post #let's play #TI persons of interest #irina of morne #edgar of morne #castellan edgar #edgar the revenger #frenzied flame #misbegotten #castle morne #weeping peninsula

[anzulvr]

Hello how are you doing today. May I request a E class x reader who runs a gossip page on their class and even the teacher and just likes to start chaos. And know one suspect it them (🤫)

End class x Reader w a Gossip page // small karma-reader moment but can be seen as platonic too.

This account has to be private because the main campus are ruthless, so you do that and follow only class 3E.

Then when everyone starts talking about it Korosensei feels left out and desperately wants to be follow-accepted by the account, he made an Instagram just for it.

His username would be something like @user73637287363828 cause he doesn’t know how to work the app. (Irina teaches him after a while)

They all reply to your posts in the stupidest ways, half of the time they’re beefing in the replies.

@Maehara_Hiroto: My ass looks flat in that angle

@410Ryoma: (reply to Maehara_Hiroto) it looks like that irl wdym?

@Maehara_Hiroto: fuck you.

Your posts vary from:

“Rio has a crush on someone in class 🤫”

to “Korosensei caught following Kayano and Nagisa home.”

YOU POST ABOUT YOURSELF TO NOT MAKE IT OBVIOUS TOO

“[Name] can’t stop watching Josh Hutcherson edits.”

You reply on your main account to again lower suspicion

@[your user] Neither can the rest of the world.

@n9kamura.rio: (reply to you) same honestly

@user73637287363828 (aka Koro): [Name] please focus on your class work, this morning you mistakenly wrote his name on your math work, this Josh Hutcherson man can wait.

@[your user] No he can’t.

@akabane_karma: (reply to you) but I can? I’ve been on delivered for 2 hours start typing.

At first they think it has to be a stalker, they go full seek mode

You won’t admit it because you cannot let Terasaka know you’re the one who posted the picture of him petting a stray cat.

Eventually they give up the stalker theory and start suspecting eachother.

“Alright who posted the picture of me getting my arm stuck in the vending machine??” Maehara is actually the biggest victim because he’s always doing stupid shit.

“Now that I think about it… Isogai you were the last person with me!”

“You know my phone was dead right? I told you- ‘hey I have to charge my phone’ and I turn around to see your hand jammed in the machine over a bag of Doritos.”

“…it was hot fries actually.”

You come clean at the end of the year but they got attached to the account and force you to continue :)

#ansatsu kyoushitsu #karma akabane #assassination classroom x reader #karma x reader #akabane karma x reader #assclass #eclass #class 3e #assasination classroom #karma akabane x reader #assassination classroom #hiroto maehara #yuuma isogai #rio nakamura #kaede kayano #korosensei #irina jelavic #terasaka ryoma #ryoma terasaka

[vladajwrites]

Razor’s Edge

Part One || Part Two || Part Three || Part Four

Summary; Reader moves to Woodsboro for her senior year of high school. This story take place in the setting of the Scream 4 movie. This story is dedicated to all of the girls living through the current Rory Culkin revival. I love and see you. <3

Also available to be read on AO3 here

It's imperative for me to mention MAJOR trigger warnings for this story; blood, violence, sexual content, alcohol usage, and mentions of abusive situations and suicide. I will add and edit tw's as needed.

WC; 5851

Notes; thank you to everyone who has shown their support so far and taken the time to read my work, you are the ones who truly keep me motivated to write. much much love <33

(Not Beta Read)

You woke the next morning in the same t-shirt you had worn the day before, clinging to your skin from cold sweat. Your pants had been kicked off at some unknown point during the restless night of sleep you had. It was hard to recall the exact time you had eventually passed out on top of your bed.

Your phone was ringing somewhere underneath your pillow, causing your entire head to buzz. You groaned, wiping the sleep from your eyes. Irina’s name flashed on the screen as the caller on the other line. You answered the call, pressing the speaker button before dropping your phone on your chest.

“Hi honey, just wanted to let you know my flight made it into Sacramento.” Irina spoke. The passersby’s in the busy airport nearly muffled her voice. 

You picked up your phone again, looking at the time. How late had you slept in? The digital clock read 11:03 am. 

“Okay, I’m glad you made it safely.” You were certain your aunt could hear the rasp of your morning voice.

Irina hummed on the other line. “Just give me a call if you need anything while I’m away.” 

“Will do, love you.” You replied, clearing your throat before responding. 

“I love you too.” Irina replied before ending the call. 

You stared up at your ceiling for a moment, thinking over the events of last night. 

You couldn’t help but feel horrible for Charlie. Were he and his father close? Was his mother around? Did he have any siblings, relatives he was close with? So many questions seemed to fill your thoughts. Though, you knew they were questions that would more than likely go unanswered. It would be an awful choice, you decided, to bring up this suspected trauma unprompted. 

Maybe you could try to divulge more information from your aunt. Based upon her reaction, she must have been relatively close to his father at some point in time. Remembering back to the somber expression your aunt wore last night, you decided against that idea as well. 

You thought back on the relationship you had with your own father. He was an objectively miserable man. How would you have reacted, though, if you had lost him under the same circumstances? It would have surely still been devastating to some degree. 

You’d keep your newfound information to yourself for the time being. It was the only reasonable option you could think of. You were certain Charlie wouldn’t want you to treat him any differently after finding out about what had happened.

The familiar buzz of your phone’s ringer pulled you momentarily from your running thoughts. You grabbed your phone, pushing yourself up into a sitting position on your bed, your legs crossed closely in front of you. 

A message from an unsaved number appeared on the screen. You recognized it almost immediately as being Charlie’s from the group chat the night before. Only he hadn’t messaged both you and Robbie. It was only sent to you. 

You sucked in a sharp breath as you unlocked your phone. The message read, “Hey, Robbie wanted me to let you know he woke up feeling sick and won’t be able to make it tonight.” 

Your face fell into a frown as you read over the message again, your thumbs hovered over the keyboard as you thought up a response. 

Another message from Charlie arrived moments later. “He said he’d take over any revisions if you and I would still be willing to finish the presentation tonight.”

The corner of your lips twitched up into a half smile. Now that you and Charlie were on seemingly good terms again, there shouldn’t be any issue with just the two of you working on this together. 

Your fingers unknowingly found themselves twisted through your hair as you typed your response. “Works for me. Same time and place?” 

Charlie sent his response almost instantly. “Yeah, sounds good.” 

You had quite a bit of time to spare until 7pm rolled around. You went through your weekend routine as usual, cleaning up as you went throughout the home. By 6pm you had showered and pulled yourself mostly together. As you stood in front of your bathroom mirror, running your fingers through your drying hair, a new thought crept into your mind. You couldn’t help but wonder what it would feel like to run your fingers through Charlie’s mess of hair. 

Your skin burned hot as you dropped your hands at your sides. You couldn’t bring yourself to look back up at your own reflection. 

You couldn’t shake the thought as you made your way into the kitchen downstairs. You stared blankly into the pantry, your thoughts elsewhere. 

Of course, you had always believed there was something charming about Charlie’s character. He was objectively good looking, at least you had thought so. But, thinking back on those few moments you shared alone with him on the porch the night before, there was just something- something about him was strikingly beautiful. 

You bit at your lip, squinting your eyes as you pulled your thoughts together. You reminded yourself that the last thing you wanted to do at the moment was become wrapped up in unrequited crushes and feelings similar to the sort. It was just easier on your own. You had come to this conclusion years ago. It was understandably difficult to trust others, impossible to let anybody in. 

Just as you were about to shut the pantry door, your eyes caught a glint in the back of the pantry, just behind a bag of sugar. You reached forward, grabbing the bottle in your hands. 

You turned over a bottle of red wine, scanning the label quickly. 

You hummed to yourself, setting the bottle on the kitchen counter. You stared it down for a moment, tapping your foot against the hardwood flooring. 

You had no clue how long it had been stuffed away back there. Surely your aunt wouldn’t miss it too terribly. You glanced up at the clock above the stove which read 6:44pm. A small glass wouldn’t hurt anything, just something to dispel your faltering nerve. 

You dug through the kitchen drawers, searching for a bottle opener. Just as you popped the cork, a knock at the front door rang through the home. ‘Shit.’ You steadied yourself, nearly knocking the bottle off the counter. 

You thought you would have had at least a few more minutes to yourself. You quickly made your way to the front door, taking a deep breath before turning the handle. 

Charlie stood in front of you. One hand buried in his front pocket, the other holding the strap of his backpack over his shoulder. You held the frame of the door, following his line of sight to your bare legs. You felt your face grow hot. You hadn’t realized just how much of your oversized t-shirt covered the small shorts you wore underneath.

You quickly pulled your t-shirt up, holding it against your stomach. “Shorts, promise.” God, why were you acting like this? 

Charlie swallowed, looking up to meet your eyes. “Yeah, right.” There was a moment of quiet passed between the two of you. Charlie’s eyes drifted just past you into the entryway.

“Oh, right. Come in.” You pushed the door open further for him. He followed you inside, stepping beside you as you locked the door behind him. 

He turned to head towards the living room. Without giving it much thought, you interjected. “We can go up to my room.” You motioned up the stairs, watching as Charlie stopped in his tracks.

“Your room? Your aunt won’t mind?” He asked, raising an eyebrow as he kicked his shoes off.

“Oh no, she wouldn’t mind. She’s out of town this weekend, anyway.” You replied.

Charlie froze for a moment, looking up the stairs past you. He met your eyes again before responding. “Cool, yeah. Your room sounds great.”  

You smile down at him, leading him up the staircase. 

“Well, this is it,” you shrugged. “Just put your stuff anywhere you’d like.” You finished, motioning around the room. 

You picked your bag off the ground and climbed into your bed, moving close to the wall. Charlie placed his stuff on the desk beside your bed before dropping himself into the adjoining chair. You began pulling out your things, watching as he intently did the same. He seemed so incredibly focused on the things in front of him. Neither of you spoke. 

As you opened your laptop to access the shared group presentation, Charlie spoke up.

“Okay, I actually went ahead and got everything finished up earlier today.” Your breath got stuck in your chest as you met his eyes. “I figured we could just work on any revisions together.” You could tell from just below your line of sight that he was nervously messing with the corner of a piece of his notebook paper. 

“Oh,” you weren’t sure what to say. “Well, thank you. You totally didn’t have to-”

“No, I know. I wanted to.” Charlie interrupted. 

You nodded, sucking in your bottom lip. You scanned through the presentation. It really had been finished. It must have taken him hours. 

There was an uncomfortable silence, making the air thick and heavy around you. You wished you could think of something else to say. An image of the opened bottle of red wine in the kitchen flashed in your mind. 

“Would you like something to drink?” You asked so softly, you couldn’t have been certain you had actually asked it aloud. 

Charlie’s eyes snapped up to meet you. Relief almost played itself across his expression. “Yes, please. If it’s not any trouble.” He rubbed his palms flat against the denim against his thighs. 

You shot up, crawling out of bed. “Not at all.” You gave him your most reassuring smile. 

You rushed downstairs, throwing open the cabinet where you knew Irina kept her best glasses. You grabbed two by the stem and held the bottle in the other hand. 

You made your way carefully up the stairs, stopping in the doorway of your bedroom. 

Charlie peered behind himself, eyes falling to the bottle in your hand. 

“Oh,” he began, “I didn’t realize…” 

You suddenly felt incredibly stupid. Did he even drink? 

“I’m sorry, I should’ve clarified. I can go and grab some water or something-” You began turning on your heel. 

Charlie was quick to rise to his feet. “No, no, this is great.” He carefully took the glasses and bottle from your hands. You inhaled sharply and nodded as his fingers brushed against your own. 

You climbed back into bed, watching him fill each glass, respectively. You couldn’t help but notice the way his hand slightly shook as he passed you your glass. 

You took a long drink, watching him do the same. It felt so warm in your throat. You sighed, sinking further into the bed. Charlie seemed to relax a bit in his spot as well. 

A few minutes passed by in a much more comfortable quietness. 

You couldn’t help but become distracted by the man sitting beside you. He just felt so far away. You wished he’d have sat on the bed next to you instead. Every once in a while, you’d feel him glance over at you as you reread the same passage over and over again, still for some reason, unable to comprehend what it said. 

You peered up from your notes, watching Charlie slide a scribbled over sticky note that sat stuck to the base of your lamp. 

You recognized it immediately, feeling yourself shift awkwardly. It was one of the lists you kept from film club, filled almost entirely with movies that Charlie had mentioned in passing. 

“Are these…?” Charlie asked, eyes widening as he made his way down the list. 

You rolled over onto your stomach, reaching over to pull the list from Charlie’s hands. 

“Mhm,” you nodded. “I’ve almost gotten myself caught up.” You tried your best to conceal the shyness you felt at being found out. 

Your heart picked up quickly as he looked you over. There was something about his expression that felt so heavy, it was an unfamiliar sight. 

“What’s next on your list?” He asked, picking up the glass you had set down and refilling it alongside his own. 

You read over the scratched out mess of your handwriting. “Dawn of the Dead, but the 1978 version. Not the remake, of course.” 

A smirk spread across Charlie’s lip, as if he’d taught you well. He held up your glass to take from him. You took it from him slowly, feigning to be worried about spilling a single drop. By this point, your head was already beginning to feel fuzzy. It was a comfortable warmth. 

You slipped the note into your backpack, trying to focus once again on the presentation in front of you. It was useless. 

Before giving it much thought, you spoke up, “You know, I’ve already rented it.” 

Robbie could manage the revisions on his own, right?

“Oh yeah?” Charlie asked, turning in his chair to face you. 

“Yeah,” you began, trying to convince yourself that this next question would actually be a good idea. “Would you want to watch it with me?” 

“Tonight?” Charlie’s hands were back against the top of his thighs. His eyes flashed between you and the T.V. that was mounted above your dresser on the opposite side of your bedroom. 

“If that would be okay with you, I’m honestly not getting much work done over here.” You replied, getting up from the bed. 

Charlie cleared his throat before answering. “Yeah, yeah, that sounds cool.”

You smiled over your shoulder at him as you made your way over the DVD player that sat on top of your dresser. 

You messed with the CD case, popping it open and inserting the disk. You picked up the remote, waiting until the title screen flashed on the T.V. above you. You noticed the top drawer of the dresser was pulled halfway open; you slid it closed, scolding yourself. It contained the clothing you’d dread any guest seeing. You swore you were always so careful about keeping these things in order.

You flipped your bedroom lights off, dimming the lamp that sat on the desk beside Charlie before finding your place back in bed. 

You pressed play, finishing the last of the wine in your glass, before setting the remote and glass on the desk beside you. 

A few moments passed by uninterrupted. You looked over at Charlie. He was sitting so unbelievably stiff in the chair, it just seemed so uncomfortable. 

“Charlie,” you called out to him. He snapped his eyes to meet your own. “You don’t have to watch the entire movie from my desk.” You half laughed.

He stood quickly, nearly knocking things about your desk. You tried your best to hide your smile as he laid down on top of the mattress; the bed dipped under his weight. 

You both kept a fair amount of distance between each other. The movie was well underway. However, you found yourself becoming increasingly more interested in the uneven way Charlie’s chest rose and fell with each breath than what was happening on the screen.

You wished you could just reach over and touch him, move the hair out of his eyes, trace your finger over the arch of his nose. 

You could barely take notice of the way your vision had fixated on him as your head grew blurred and warm. 

You wished he’d turn and face you, say something. He seemed to be frozen in place, legs and arms held in a way that’d rival a statue. His face was fixated on the T.V., as if he were too nervous to move even an inch. It was so warm. The room felt so warm.

You could barely catch the small glimpses he’d spare towards you from his peripherals. You wish he’d just reach over- your eyes trailed down to his hands resting on his stomach, watching the veins in them roll as his finger flexed and twitched. 

You reached up, placing a hand against your face. Your skin was cold to the touch. Why did everything feel so warm?

Your clothing suddenly felt increasingly more suffocating. You were growing desperate for some form of relief. You pulled at the collar of your shirt. Your shorts felt so tight, nearly restricting. You couldn’t explain why you felt so hot. The t-shirt you had on could almost be a dress, anyway, right? 

You climbed over Charlie, one hand on either side of his chest. You steadied yourself on the ground, your head thoroughly swimming. You tried your very best to focus forward on the movie. You unbuttoned the waist of your shorts, carefully stepping out of them.

You heard a heavy sigh from behind you; the sound made the hair on your skin raise. 

“I’m sorry, moving out of the way. Promise.” You laughed, turning back to face Charlie. 

You slid into the bed, finding your spot in the small space between Charlie and the edge of the mattress. Opting not to try to climb over him again in your current state.

Charlie froze in place beside you as you shifted on to your side, trying to find the most comfortable spot between him and the screen. He was warm, so warm. You had just felt as though you were burning up moments ago, but the thought of him moving any further away made your body ache. His warmth was soothing. 

You could feel Charlie’s uncertainty as he began to shift away from you in the bed, providing you with more space presumably. 

You couldn’t explain why you did what you did next. You reacted without giving it much thought at all. You reached behind you, pulling Charlie’s furthest hand towards you until it rested on top of your hair. 

The new position forced him to shift in bed beside you until he was lying on his side as well. His hand flexed under your touch. You wished you could pull him closer. 

His fingers stretched throughout your hair and you sighed, feeling your back sink closer to his chest. You could nearly feel his heart pounding against you. Your hand fell to rest on your side. 

His other hand shifted, moving into a more comfortable position below your neck. “Is this okay?” He whispered right behind your ear. The feeling of his cool breath sent chills up your spine. You nodded, the words lost from you.

You reached up, tracing the veins wove through his forearm. His fist closed and flexed at your touch. The film, just as the presentation, was now lost on you. 

It was just him beside you. The way he smelt, his fingers carefully sliding through your hair and across your cheek, the unsteady beat of his heart against your back. You found yourself sinking further and further into his arms. A heavy sigh slipped from your lips as he pulled through the mess of your hair. 

At the sound of your voice, Charlie shifted his weight, wrapping his arm under your neck further to pull you around to face him. 

You both seemed surprised at his sudden movement. You were now face to face, just inches apart. The movie murmured faintly off somewhere in the distance. 

Even in the dark, his blue eyes were so incredibly clear. You reached up, brushing the hair that had fallen in front of his face away. His eyes flitted between your own eyes and lips. You had never noticed before just how full his own lips were. His lips were tinted a deep red from the cherry wine you had shared. You couldn’t help but imagine how sweet he’d taste. 

If you’d just move a bit closer- 

Both of his large hands wrapped throughout your hair again in near desperation. 

You returned the gesture, pushing your thigh through the middle of his own. Lips crashed against one another. 

It was unlike anything you had experienced before. This brash kiss fell into a soft rhythm, gentle exploration as you rocked into one another. 

It didn’t take long until the slow movements devolved into a harsh quick pace as you both grew more comfortable in each other’s arms. There was an air of near violence as your tongues wrapped around each other.

You needed more of him, needed to be impossibly closer in any way you could. Sensing this, Charlie wrapped his arms around you, pulling you on top to straddle his waist. 

You sat back, smiling down at him as he unintentionally bucked his hips up closer to you. It was wonderful seeing the state he was in. You knew you were in just about the same shape. 

You were quick to meet his lips again. He held you steadily against himself, continuing to rock himself against you.

Your hands hazily fumbled with the buttons of his shirt. You needed to feel more of his skin against you. The barrier of clothing that separated you from him made you miserable. 

Once the last button was popped, he sat up in bed. Pulling you up with him, his arm clung around your waist. He shrugged the shirt off of himself, throwing it on the ground. You were quick to bring your lips to his again, running your hands up his now bare stomach. He was impossibly toned, felt hard to the touch. 

“Fuck.” He groaned against your lips as your hips rolled against him. You could feel him getting hard below you. A blush crept up your skin. The sound of his voice like this built up an indiscernible feeling inside of you. You wanted to hear him make that sound again. 

His hands were quick to find themselves under your t-shirt, his thumb brushed against the outer lace of your bra. He reached behind you, fumbling with the clasp. You leaned your head against his, smiling softly as he gazed at you in wonder. 

You reached behind yourself, helping him with his work uncertain work. You slid the bra off yourself, throwing it next to Charlie’s discarded shirt. You grabbed the hem of your t-shirt and pulled it swiftly over your head. 

You could hear Charlie’s breath audibly stuck in his throat as his eyes darted wildly across your body. The full weight of this situation nearly hit you at once. You brought your arms shyly across your chest. You had never been in front of a man this way. 

You could barely meet his eyes. He was quick to pull you back in to kiss him. “God, you’re so fucking perfect.” He whispered against you as he kissed your forehead. Your arms melted down to your side as his hands traced the curve of your waist. 

You could feel his hands shake as he cupped your breasts, his fingers softly grazed against your nipples. You sighed, pulling him closer to you. That frenzied feeling returned in full force. 

You needed impossibly more of him. He was quick to act, laying you back down on the bed. He hovered over you, eyes burning into your nearly naked body in front of him. 

His right hand reached down, fumbling with his buckle. You watched intently as his hand slipped underneath the waistband of his boxers to adjust himself. Your eyes fluttered back as you traced your fingers mindlessly over the defined v-line that led further down his hips. He shook at your touch. 

His lips found themselves trailing kisses down your neck and chest. He was so gentle with you. Painfully gentle. Your hands wove through his hair, arching up into him as his pace quickened. He slid further down the bed, wrapping his arms around both of your legs, holding them open to kiss down your thighs. 

You were practically already coming undone below him. He’d come so close to the spot you wanted him to be. Every time he’d pull back away, you’d whine in frustration. He’d hum back against you in response. 

You couldn’t handle the pressure building up inside you anymore. Your right hand traced slowly underneath the lace of your panties. You stopped just before slipping through your folds, looking up to meet Charlie’s eyes. His expression seemed nearly pained, completely desperate. 

“I don’t know- I’ve never…” Charlie could barely get the words out from between his lips. Even in the dim lighting, you could tell he was flustered, embarrassed at his own lack of experience. It was reassuring to you though, you had practically no experience with all of this either. It was sweet, how shy he seemed at that moment. 

“It’s okay. I’ll show you.” You gave him a reassuring smile before carefully intertwining your fingers with his own. He followed suit, hooking his free hand around your panties before sliding them off you. Your desperation for him drowned out any insecurity you could have possibly felt with him above you in that state you were in. 

You brought his fingers against you, sighing into him as he carefully let you guide him in slow circles against your clit. The knot deep inside you only grew as he became increasingly comfortable. Your hands dropped to his shoulders as he became familiar with the pace and direction you wanted. 

His free arm wrapped around your back, gripping your sides with bruising force as you started to writhe below him. His head dipped beside your ear, “Please, please let me taste you.” He practically begged. 

You could only nod, sucking in a sharp breath as his fingers moved faster, losing their rhythm. 

He was quick to shift his weight as he sat up for a moment, pulling off his constricting jeans and socks, leaving him nearly entirely exposed. You groaned at the sight of him in front of you. He was so damningly beautiful. Your vision flitted down to the large impression in his boxers, your eyes widened at the size of him. 

Before you could process this discovery, he was kneeling on the bed in front of you again. One arm snaked around your thigh as you propped yourself on your elbows to watch him make his way through his. 

He kissed just above your clit, eyes looking up at you for approval. 

“Please Charlie,” you urged him on. 

His lips were against your most sensitive spot immediately. You cried out, screwing your eyes shut. Nothing had ever been so perfect as this. He kissed against you a few more times before deciding to explore you with his tongue, “Fuck, it’s so good.” He groaned against you, speaking more to himself than you. 

The vibration of his deepening voice sent shockwaves throughout your body. Your eyes and legs involuntarily worked to screw shut. Charlie acted quick, pushing your thighs back apart with a painful grip. You were sure you’d have his finger prints bruised into your skin the next morning. ‘Good’ you thought to yourself. 

You could tell he was trying his best to emulate the motion you had shown him with your fingers with his tongue. It was maddening, completely perfect. 

“Fuck baby, you’re doing so well.” The words spilled mindlessly out of you. He groaned as you rolled your hips against him. Your eyes trailed down his chest. His right hand found its way inside his boxers. He was palming at himself as if he were in pain. You wanted to be the one to relieve him. 

The sight of him pleasing himself as he worked you over was enough to nearly send you crashing blindly over the edge. You could barely get the next words out of you, “Don’t, don’t touch yourself.” You were trying to keep it all together as he whined against you, following your demands. 

“Fuck Charlie, I’m going to…” you said between broken moans. 

He pulled away for a moment, his entire expression darkened. It could’ve easily been terrifying in any other context, you noted to yourself. The fingers that had just been wrapped around your thigh found themselves quickly against your entrance. Your eyes widened as you connected with his gaze, realizing his intentions. You’d do anything to have him inside of you. 

He kissed your lips. You sucked the taste of yourself off of him, dragging his bottom lip between your teeth. His middle and ring dove forward inside of you. His other hand came up quickly to muffle your screams. 

“Shit, you’re so tight.” His chest shuddered at his own words. A tear rolled down your face as he talked you through it. “So wet for me.” 

His free hand pressed down against your lower stomach. The additional pressure was the last push you needed. Your whole nervous system seemed to snap as his fingers fucked you through your high. You could barely hear his praise as your ears rang out with incredulous force. You were sobbing out his name, vision white and spotted at the blinding pleasure. 

He pulled out of you carefully, slowly letting you come back to yourself for a moment before diving his tongue back against you. 

You writhed up against the footboard. It was too much, too overstimulating. Your hands pulled at his hair to push him away. He grabbed both your wrists with one hand, holding you in place below him. You were babbling, stuck between ‘It’s too much’ and ‘please don’t stop.’ 

Within a matter of moments, you were coming undone again against his face. Your mind was shattered, your body a wreck under his touch. 

He fell back against the headboard, catching his breath as he watched you ride out your high. 

As soon as you could partially catch your breath again, you sat up, watching him shift uncomfortably from his pressing erection. 

It was his turn to be taken care of. You crawled your way up to rest between his thighs. His eyes darted across your face, as if he were trying to read your thoughts.

You couldn’t hide your smile as you leaned into him. You kissed him slowly, licking across his lips. Your lips slowly made their way down his chest as your fingers grazed across the fabric against his cock. He whimpered above you at the pressure. The sound made your stomach clench. You’d give anything to hear it again. 

He slid further down the bed as your lips trailed kisses and shallow bites marks further down his stomach. 

Once you could tell he was in a more comfortable position, you hooked your fingers into the waistline of boxers. He lifted his hips, helping you pull them down his thighs before discarding them on the ground below. 

You sat back on your heels, mouth agape at the sight in front of you. You could do little to hide your shock at the uncovered size of him. 

You glanced up at him, willing yourself to put on a face that feigned at least a hint of experience. He smirked down at you, as if he could tell exactly what thoughts were passing through your mind. 

“You don’t have to…” he muttered, eyes still full of adoration for you. 

Before giving him the opportunity to finish his sentence, you wrapped your fingers against the base of his cock. You could feel him pulse under your touch. His next words were stuck and gone in his chest. 

You held his gaze as your hand carefully twisted its way up to the tip of his cock. You gathered his precum on your fingers and circled it around the length of him. His mouth fell open as his stomach flexed under you. 

“Does that feel good?” You asked softly. 

He bit his lip, nodding his head yes. You were quick to pick up your pace at his approval.  

His hands were desperate, switching between grabbing at the bedsheets and headboard and any of your skin he could get ahold of. Stunning whimpers and pleas spilled out of him as you found the motion and speed he needed. 

You pulled away for a moment, moving yourself further down the bed. You held him still in one hand again as you kissed a trail down from his navel. Your eyes met with his as your lips hovered above the tip of his cock. You gathered spit on the tip of your tongue and let it fall slowly onto him. He cursed a string of expletives, his eyes rolling back into his head as you took him into your mouth. 

You thought carefully over each motion, keeping your teeth back, hollowing out your cheeks. The sensation was entirely new, but the way he began to convulse below you let you know you were doing something right. You wanted nothing more than to make him feel the same way he had made you. 

His hands wrapped almost painfully through your hair as he bucked further and further down your throat. You tried your best to relax, allowing him to take the space he wanted. 

Your throat burned, tears and spit covered your face and chest. You wouldn’t have possibly wanted it any other way. 

You were both becoming increasingly sloppy and starved in your movements. His right hand grabbed at your throat, pulling your face up to meet his eyes. You stilled, letting him fuck your throat as he pleased. It didn’t take long before his movements stilled and stuttered. 

You felt him pulse in your mouth; you were flooded with his release, warmth coated your throat and tongue. The taste and sight above you made your entire body shudder. It was heavenly. You felt truly blessed to be the cause of it all. You could vaguely make out your name being spilled from between his lips.

His chest heaved as you carefully pulled away from him, his cock falling against his stomach. 

You caught his eyes again, making a show to swallow what he had given to you. He pulled you into himself, kissing all over your face until you were laughing in his arms. 

You dropped into the bed beside him, watching him shift his weight and stand. He scanned the room before spotting the bath towel that hung beside your bedroom door. He made quick work of cleaning the two of you up, tracing kisses across you as he did so. 

Your nerves were all shot. Your entire being was exhausted and heavy. 

He dropped the towel next to the discarded pile of clothing that had accumulated on your bedroom floor. Charlie slid back in bed beside you, lifting the disheveled duvet over you both. He pulled you up onto his chest. You sighed as he swept the hair out of your face. 

You were in a complete haze, halfway into a deep sleep. 

“Thank you,” Charlie whispered above you. 

You hummed, reaching up to kiss under his jaw. “Thank you.” You replied, pulling a sore a leg over his thighs, resting your head back down against him.

The movie’s title screen music played on repeat in the background; you couldn’t be the least bit bothered to turn it off. 

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[lina-vas-dom]

День один в невесомости – Подарить бы с утра. Наплевав на условности, Обрести два крыла. Ждать зимы. Не печалиться. Видеть вещие сны; Знать - сегодня встречаемся На задворках луны. Пить французское белое И словами играть, Обжигать губы смелые, Тем, чего не сказать… /Ирина Фетхи

One day in zero gravity - Give it as a gift in the morning. I don't care about conventions Gain two wings. Wait for winter. Don't be sad. Seeing prophetic dreams; Know - we're meeting today At the back of the moon. Drink French white And play with words Burn your bold lips, What not to say… /Irina Fethi

#стихи современных авторов

[shycroissanti]

💙BEAUTY OF BLACK HOLES🖤

This morning I was relaxing, drinking coffee and watching astronomy programs. Until at one point they said that black holes also influence the formation of stars. With that I went straight to drawing, because it fits the story so well😭

Soon after Irina comes out of the insane state, she turned into a black hole, she is calmer, but devastated by all the bad emotions, and even worse for having become something like Takahiro (;´Д⊂)

Takahiro being nice😭❤️

#demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #artwork #artists on tumblr #kny #demon slayer art #kny oc art #kny oc #traditional art #astronomy #Irina Gonshira #Takahiro Shinkirou

[magnetothemagnificent]

Here are the seven victims of the Highland Park mass shooting. Four of the victims were Jewish. Two were Latine. It is ridiculous at this point to deny the racial motive in the shooting:

-Katherine Goldstein (64 yrs)

-Irina McCarthy (35 yrs)

-Kevin McCarthy (37 yrs)

-Jacquelin Sundheim (63 yrs)

-Stephen Straus (88 yrs)

-Nicolas Toledo-Zaragoza (78 yrs)

-Eduardo Uvaldo (69 yrs)

These victims were beloved parents and grandparents, community members, and friends.

Irina and Kevin McCarthy left their two-year-old son orphaned, and every family impacted by this shooting will have medical expenses to deal with. Here are some GoFundMe's if you want to help:

And here are some for the medical expenses of surviving victims and their families:

May the memories of the killed be a blessing, and may the survivors find healing and comfort.

#highland park shooting #mass shooting #gun violence #antisemitism #racism #white supremacy