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habitual-sadness · 3 months

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May Night, or the Drowned Maiden, Aleksandr Rou, 1952

#Aleksandr Rou #1952 #May Night #May Night or the Drowned Maiden #1950s #Russian Cinema #Soviet Cinema #Tears #My Gifs

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rrrauschen · 1 year

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Mikola (Nikolai) Sadkovich, {1940} Майская ночь (May Night)

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peaceinthestorm · 2 years

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Willard Leroy Metcalf (1858-1925, American) ~ May Night, 1906

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#willard leroy metcalf #willard metcalf #american art #may night #may day #night garden

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vintage-ukraine · 1 year

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Bessarabska Square, Kyiv, 1952

The theater is showing May Night based on a story by Mykola Gogol

#Bessarabska Square #May Night #Ukrainian cinema #Kyiv #Ukraine #Mykola Gogol #movie theater

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shimyereh · 5 months

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Cover of a piano score to Rimsky-Korsakov's opera May Night [Майская ночь], with some very ornate typography.

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#typographical flourishes #opera tag #rimsky korsakov #may night #gogol #(this opera is adapted from Gogol's short story of the same name)#(delightful opera — very tuneful score)#(came upon this image today while looking up some info and was similarly delighted by that typography)

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astaldis · 1 year

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@witcherwheeloftheyear

Rating: Explicit, No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: F/M

Relationship: Yennefer of Vengerberg / male Lover (of your choice)

Prompts: Hawthorn, fire and smoke, Temperature Play, Make a wish

Additional tags: Fire play, blindfold, Smut, Romance, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Oral Sex, Explicit Sexual Content, Dom Yennefer of Vengerberg, NSFW

Words: 3,469

Summary: Yennefer has a beautiful May Night with her lover. Who the lover is? I had one specific Witcher character in mind when I wrote the fic, but you might fancy a different pairing. So, feel free to decide yourself, whoever works best for you, Yennefer/Geralt, Yennefer/Jaskier, Yennefer/Istredd, Yennefer/Cahir, Yennefer/You, ...

She sighs, as happy as a clam at high tide. What a beautiful evening! Unusually mild for May Eve in the north despite the cloudless, velvety sky speckled with stars and adorned with the waxing quarter moon. Two big bonfires are burning in the centre of the meadow, their red orange flames licking against the nightly firmament. Happily dancing tongues inviting to dance yourself. But no, not yet. She is far too full from the delicious feast and desires nothing in the world but to sit here at the edge of the pasture under the blooming hawthorn bushes, swathed in their sweet spring scent that reminds of vanilla and almond with just a splash of spice to it - and wrapped up tight in the strong arms of her lover. If she were a cat, she would be purring so loudly, the sound would carry from the hill all across the valley and echo through the entire northern continent. No, further, as far as Nilfgaard.

Has she ever been so deeply contented, Yennefer wonders for a moment. A very brief and fleeting moment, though, as, from behind, she can now feel a warm breath tickling her left ear. Then, gods, the tip of a tongue. A very skilled tongue that knows exactly where and how to touch her to suddenly make her want more than just sit and sigh. The tingling sensation aroused by the teasing touch spreads right from her ear to her gut, awaking a swarm of butterflies in her tummy, making her feel warm in all the right places and, at the same time, giving her goosebumps all over. Kindling the flames of desire. The tongue traces down the curve of her neck where her lover places a gentle kiss, hardly more than a breath, then it wanders up again. Now she can feel his teeth nibbling tantalisingly gently on her earlobe.

"Want to go to a more private place for a while?" he asks, his voice husky as he whispers the words into her ear. He does not wait for an answer but lifts her up as he stands, and she lets him do so more than willingly.

"Mmm," Yennefer agrees, and it almost does sound like a purr. She turns around in her lovers arms, facing him. Standing on tiptoe, she looks up and presses her lips to his. They kiss. Tenderly, teasingly at first. Then their lips part. Their saliva mingles as their tongues meet. They taste each other in a breathless, eager embrace. Finally, Yennefer breaks the kiss.

"And I know exactly where to go," she says enigmatically, taking his hand in hers. "Come."

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