#BIG MAKK

[goodboyaudios]

Hello GB I have returned with the milk. I just have some questions About some of your series

1. How does marriage work in moth. Since Makkaro asked gienne to marry him Does it work like our world? Since the guardian and magreos Had a whole wedding did Makkaro and Gienne have a wedding do they have rings?

2. Cheetos also exist in moth since there was a bit in the latest episode where Zed was eating them. Does that mean other companies like lays or doritos exist too are am I just thinking to much into it.

Lastly Would frank ever yell at makk to stop doing something? Or would he keep quiet. Does Frank know how Gienne feels about this? Does frank know about The argument that Makk and Gienne had?

Okay That's All my questions but I think we ran out of milk so I gotta go. But I hope you have a good day. Please take breaks when you need one. I really wouldnt want you to burn out. Bye! I gotta go get milk for my captain crunch!

1. Weddings work pretty similarly as they do normally. Big party, usually culturally infused, fun stuff. Nothing too different. Of course, Gienne and Makkaro had to keep their marriage private. The guests were all Frank. Their rings were fairly plain too so as not to stand out too much when in public.

2. Cheetos are a constant, but doritos are not. They would be made by a different company. Probably based on Manas, maybe even reinvented after the first Manasians settled here.

3. The main issue with Frank is that he's not all there. He can only handle simple commands. A consequence of coming back from the dead. He can't think critically and he can't remember much either. Frank is a tragedy of his own.

#good boy audios #goodboyaudios #youtube #asmr roleplay #asmr boyfriend

[paddockbunny]

You don’t have to write anything for it but what driver or drivers do you think have a sex playlist 😈🍆👅

AHHH I LOVE THIS ASK!!!!💞 (and my ADHD brain is struggling today so I’ll answer it right now!)

So this is what I think;

Lewis -

110%! Absolutely! It’s so obvious how much Lewis needs music to survive and so there’s no way he wouldn’t have a fire sex playlist lined up (and know exactly when was the exact moment to flick it on!)

What would be his #1 song on the playlist: Wet the Bed by Chris Brown (cause there’s no way he’s not going downtown!!!!!) or Too Deep by DVSN

Pierre -

There’s no way he doesn’t have a sex playlist. He will have curated the shit out of it too and makes sure it fits the mood to perfection. Based on the fact he will never beat the kinky accusations (because let’s be honest, he knows about them, and he acts up to them!) the playlist is HEAVY!

His theme song : Use Me by Makk Mikkael or Lights On by H.E.R

Daniel -

Now while Daniel probably does have a go to sex playlist I don’t think he would have actually made the list himself but probably just Spotified it . It’s merely background noise and because I think he would absolutely want to hear his name being moaned and the gasps and pants from his partner, like to the point I think he would have a big kink for it.

That being said, he likes something like: All Mine by Plaza

& I want to say Lando -

Right, personally I think if Lando has a sex playlist is it more because he maybe isn’t a particularly throw you around the bed type like Lewis and Pierre. Perhaps he’s not as confident and cocky as he is when it comes to racing, golfing or any of this other pursuits so the music helps “get him going.”

He’s probably listening to : The Weeknd’s entire back catalogue but specifically something like Shameless or Offen from Beauty Behind the Madness because the tempo and lyrics etc. would give him a boost

#f1 ask #f1 Drabble #f1 thoughts #Lewis Hamilton #Pierre Gasly #Daniel Ricciardo #Lando Norris

[ukfrislandembassy]

Frislandic Nominal Morphology - the other bits

OK, finally picking this up again after having dropped it while being in America, let's finish off the rest of the `nominal' morphological bits, continuing from where the last post on the topic left off.

First off, adjectives. There are five. Yep. It's one of those languages. Count them on one hand: zað 'good'; bijt 'bad'; da 'big'; nis 'small'; and suoj 'old'. These are relatively boring, as there's no agreement morphology or anything fun like that, and they are basically just preposed to the noun they modify. Anything else that's adjective-like involves the genitive, either of a noun or of a nominalised verb, e.g. akke makk 'red house'; daraki dakk 'long penis' = 'penis of length'; biji sijr 'glorious victory'; korne bæb 'new-born infant'.

These five adjectives do have one bit of morphology to call their own, which is that they have a comparative (as with Indo-European, this is almost certainly originally an intensive form, as indicated by its use in older texts, but is very much a comparative/superlative form in the modern language). This was historically a *-kʰakV suffix in Proto-Frislandic, but as per usual with this language this is basically irregulr now and each of the adjectives has a different form because of the stem-alternations that resulted from the application of this suffix. Thus the modern comparative forms are zake 'better/best'; bij(ð)ke 'worse/worst'; dake 'bigger/biggest'; nikke 'smaller/smallest'; and sosjke 'older/oldest' respectively. Of these, there is some variation as to whether zake or dake is used to form additional comparatives, e.g. dake/zake akke makk 'redder/reddest house'; dake daraki dakk 'longer/longest penis'; zake biji sijr 'more/most glorious victory'.

Next the numerals and other quantifiers. These have a slightly funky syntax, because as with Slavic these form the heads of the phrases that they are in, with the quantified nominal in the genitive, e.g. makke nar 'two houses'; tieli wn 'one day'; kambe dum 'eight nights'; uole tuo 'more beer'. This is reversed for the ordinals, so nare makk 'second house', dumi kamb 'eighth night', but note also the irregular gul tiel 'first day'.

I've decided I'll tackle the pronominals (personal, demonstrative and interrogative) separately in the next post because they have their own quirks which mean I can't quite fit them neatly into this post. However, I will not here that Frislandic indefinites are based on generic nominals, specifically nan 'person'/nag 'people' for 'someone'; ang 'thing' for 'something'; æt(eð) 'place' for 'somewhere'; and geroð 'sometimes'.

I will also discuss postpositions here as they interact with the case system in interesting ways. In essence this depends on the original word class of the postposition: former nouns occur with the genitive while former verbs take either the absolutive or dative (mostly lexically determined, but many can take either, marking direction vs. location respectively). So ne makk morsj 'through the house'; ne makkeð nomb 'in front of the house'; ne makk nomb 'to the front of the house'; ne makke gær 'inside of the house'.

Pronominal complements of postpositions of all kinds use the pronominal prefixes, with the applicative de- prefix serving as the dative equivalent for postpositions which show variation, e.g. m'uorsj 'through me'; meðnomb 'in front of me' (but m'ar 'mine'); menomb '(to) in front of me'; m'ær 'in me'.

A complete list of postpositions is as follows:

Absolutive only: gejn 'to(wards)'; kon 'from'; gæm 'with, using'; morsj 'through'; nej 'across'; bir 'without'

Absolutive/Dative: sisj 'behind'; nomb 'in front'; inz 'around'; zib 'like, as'; mw 'against'

Dative only: kalað 'about, concerning'; ar 'of' (note also the pronominal forms: m'ar 'of mine'; k'ar 'of yours'; segar 'of ours'; begar 'of yours (pl.)'; ar 'of theirs'; okkar 'of ones own')

Genitive only: tuong 'past, beyond'; butt 'below'; bætt 'on top of'; gær 'inside, among'; æteð 'near to'; sag 'because of'; deseð 'for, on behalf of'; swl 'beside'; biend 'along with'; ien 'between'

#frislandic #conlang #morphology

[figgiforever]

🎫 Kandosii my sweet summer child, my sunshine, my beloved

Ooops, I almost forgot about it XD

Anyway, Kandosii is the youngest of Fi and Tiggi's children both in universe and from my (creator) perspective. Originally they weren't suppoused to have a biological kid but Fi looked at me... I mean at Tiggi with his big cute eyes and said he still wants a biological kid even though they already adopted 8 foundlings so... I came up with Kandosii! So she is truly the youngest.

And Makke is truly the oldest. I created her first. Second one was Aku, if I remember correctly, then the young clones and Kandosii at the end.

Bonus: Do you know Kandosii will give birth to twins...? Now you know :)

#sorry it took so long to answer #asks and answers #my oc kandosii #my oc tiggnella #fi my beloved #republic commando #figgiverse

[cieranshippy]

SCULPEY :) TRIAL OUTCOME, PROCESS :D

When I got back, I had a look at the links and read through each paragraph and process, even looked at the pictures to give me an understanding on how to properly or one proper way to draw a mushroom, even understanding also that fine lines and not copying over a line or just sketching in general is a good way to get rugh outlines and just to close perfect shapes and styles with the drawing / mushroom that you're or I would be designing.

The edge chronicles are a five-saga series, about a fictional cliff that flies into the sky like a shit or a plane and has different regions or in this case sceneries.

Chris Riddel is cover artist, who with help from Paul Stewart created the Edge Chronicles

His work is good, very cool, pretty old city and town based, with things looking like castles or victorian buildings or shapespear, basically that old feel yet looking quite new and wild, which helps me out with many many ideas and concepts I could do, to makke an actual map design with these (images would be shown below, one reminded me of the labyrinth for the castle look and because it looks like a scene from the movie where Tobie is crawling around and upside stairs.

Thi one reminds me of labyrinth, weird connection to make but I just thought to just say what it reminds me off.

These two are my best, the world is like big and fun and just cool concepts to give me an idea of what to do for the actual map making.

Now time to go through the actual process

First, I looked at concepts or in this case ordinary images of musrooms to get an idea, then began drawing like mad realising at the last minute to draw very quikcly and lessly to give a sketchier and more realistic look to it.

Here is the process of me drawing and looking at just shapes and ideas to work from, then I began to use the sculpey , tin foil and wire to create the base, used sculpting tools to gentially, very carefully add detail to the mushroom like lines, little dents, holes smoothing around so it looked to be grown on as well, as toren apart etc.

Hard to see, bad quality should do better next time at taking pictures however if you look closely, you can quite see the detail I added.

[doebt]

It's also like I try to look past it but even ppl who attempt to be or think they're being considerate by like not ACTIVELY partaking in whatever substance, around me, likeit doesnt matter bc everyone ends up talking abt it all the time. like every conversation leads back to the last time u were stoned or drunk or high on whatever else. Like sorry but I'm bored. it's not funny or entertaining 2 me...I dont get it

#sorry?! ik it makkes me seem like this tpe of person #it sucks bc it makes me seem sheltered #but i am this way bc im NOT sheltered #literally the opposite #there is no novelty in it for mw like im not interested #and everyone thinks they're the exception to this #like ohhh ik you arent big on drugs but the funniest thing happened last time i- #like i promiseee youre not special #it seriously all sounds the same. like no one has self awareness of this #Its like it alters your brain chemistry to makw you an annoying person #OK im done. Like sorry😭

[kermiekermie]

>:c

#ii wishhh i hadz mor smla ggeer cauz is ahardd for me t zttay small lalone #n havvin a ppaci an styfuf like ddtat wuld helps i thnnk #i hhav pasci but s babay paci n nmakes ne feel big caaz s smal :( #an whhen i usur it t makkes me teeth hurits :( #i rrly wan a biig pacci for when mm smal so i ccn sttay small n not suckk my thmb caus s ggriss #kermie is baby

[lechugafl]

Palmer Reed's "SMART" (Prod. by BIG MAKK & Andre)

For fans of FIONA, Post Malone, Childish Gambino, Isaiah Rashad, Kendrick Lamar, Chance The Rapper, ScHoolboyQ, Earl Sweatshirt, Vince Staples, Joey Badass.

Orlando's Palmer Reed takes us back in the video for "SMART". The framing of the video is literally a "Only 90s Kids Will Remember" meme VHS nostalgia trip. Spliced throughout the video, and with a tribute at the end, are cameos from the late and great Central Florida DJ Samisoni “BIG MAKK” Koroitamudu who helped co-producer the track. "SMART"'s lyrics and visuals show where Reed came from and then warns us about where he is going.

Track featured on lechuga mix 2017/01.

Available for free to listen and share on Apple Music and Spotify here: http://bit.ly/lechugamix201701

#palmer reed #smart #big makk #andre #fiona #fiona trapple #post malone #childish gambino #isaiah rashad #kendrick lamar #chance the rapper #schoolboy q #earl sweatshirt #vince staples #joey badass #lechuga #lechuga mix #music #central florida #orlando #only 90s kids will remember

[noblefloweroll]

In case y’all couldn’t tell, @sweetseijoh and I really fucking love Matsuhana

#matsuhana #noble speaks #bless Jess #the Matt Daddy to my Big Makk

[stagefoureddiediaz]

Torn between Eddie hanging the heart drawings on the fridge or folding them and keeping them in his wallet to look at when things get too hard….

Foggycloudrecesses!!!

My head canon is that they start out in a box - because Eddie isn't ready for the implications of having Bucks one on display yet - but when he's ready they get hung on the fridge and the first time Buck sees them he smiles and makkes a comment - and Eddie says 'they were too big to fit in my wallet so I hung them on the fridge.' Buck blushes and smiles and nods. then later on while Eddie is putting his fancy new cooking skills into practice making dinner Buck heads into Christophers room and they both draw smaller wallet sized versions of their drawings which they sneak into Eddies wallet - then the next time Eddie has his wallet out to pay for something he finds them and they make him smile

What do we think? I need someone to write the fic now!!

#kym answers things #foggycloudrecesses asks #911 spoilers #911 headcanon #eddie diaz #evan buckley #buck #eddie #buddie

[ickymichi]

mmm poly matsukawa time:

you and makki r definitely both brats, makki more so and it gives mattsun a run for his money. yeahh n imagine one day you n makki tease mattsun and send him a video of the two of you toying around with each other despite it being against your set of rules... the punishment omg hehehe

HEHDHWHSHS- what a big beautiful brain you have bae.

nsfw ahead under 17 dni !

issei gets lots of texts from both you and makki throughout his days at work. so when his phone pinged while he was on his break he swore he nearly chocked on his wrap then and there.

he didn’t even dare to play the video in the break room. darting straight for the toilets and slipping his airpods in just in case.

the video makki had sent was of you laying on the-what looked to be soaked—sheets with a vibrator buzzing against your sensitive clit, and your other hand wrapped around makki’s cock jerking him as he kneeled on the sheets in between your twitching thighs recording the whole scene with a shaky hand.

you both weren’t even trying to hide how load you were, makki letting a mixture of moans, groans and dirty talk fall out while you were whimpering and moaning for him to just fuck you and stop the assault on your cunt.

and like that the video ended just as quick as it started leaving issei with a hard on straining against his slacks and a deep scowl etching his face. you knew it was against the rules for you and hiro to mess around either by yourselves or with each other when issei wasn’t there. and issei knew the two of you were just as bratty as each other so of course you’d try get on his last nerve.

as he was about to send a text back to makki his phone pinged again, this time a picture from you.

the image showed makki kneeling between your legs with his cock in hand and his usual grin strung across his features. moving his gaze to the bottom of the picture he seen that hiro’s lower abdomen had small droplets decorating his faint abs, silently showing just what you to got up to. and finally he caught eye of the ropes of cum that we’re covering your own stomach and breasts.

“tell Hiro to stop being such a meanie <3” is what the text under the image read. oh how today just got even longer.

—

when issei finally stepped through the apartment door he expected to be greeted with open arms like every other day, but none were there waiting for him. instead, he heard your borderline pornagraphic moans coming from the bedroom. issei was shocked that the two of you were still going at it two hours later, even after he sent a warning text to the two of you that you’d be getting punished no matter what. he didn’t even wait to take his shoes off at the door, he just rushed straight to where the sounds were coming from and flung the door open to see you riding makki reverse cowgirl so you were facing the door issei came through.

“daddy, your finally back! missed you so mu-” you’d gotten cut off by the sharp sting of issei’s heavy palm meeting your cheek, then pulling you closer to his face by the back of your neck. “i don’t care how much you missed me, you two broke the rules. y’know what that means.

—

when issei said your punishment would be harsh you didn’t expect this.

he had been bringing you to the edge, just about to fall over, only to rip either is fingers or the vibrator away. doing the same to makki only having the vibrator on his cock or just pumping him with a tight fist. leaving you both a crying shaking mess.

“please daddy m’ sorry! i won’t break the rules again jus- just please stop n’ fuck me” issei eyed your frame from where he kneeled with you and makki’ either side of him and gave you a hum to indicate he was thinking. “i don’t think you deserve my cock though angel, especially you pretty boy,” he said to makki and slapped his quivering thigh. “maybe i should just go off and find another two holes to fuck, ones that can actually listen.” “no! daddy wait!” the proposal made every bit of life come back into yours and makki’s body’s as issei chuckled at your reaction. “so what? are you gonna be good for me now?” with a nod of your heads issei hummed again and moved to stand at the end of the bed.

“then get down here and make me feel good”

after hearing issei’s demand you and makki wasted no time in getting down onto your knees infront of your dark haired lover. by the look on his face it was obvious he wasn’t in the mood for playful teasing. after having enough of it already today.

taking the first step, hiro reached up to undo issei’s belt as well as the buttons and zippper, allowing him to step out of the confined work slacks. following in his footsteps you moved to pull his boxers down to let his aching cock free—not before placing an open mouth kiss on his cock through the fabric.

not wasting another second yours and makki’s mouth flew to issei’s cock like magnets, dragging your tongue from base to tip, brushing against takahiro’s who was sucking on the leaking cockhead. “fuck, take it in that mouth baby c’mon” he groaned while urging his cock further into hiro’s mouth. you didn’t wait to lean down and start taking issei’s balls into your own mouth while fondling them with your free hand. the once quiet room was now filled with different sounds of issei’s strangled grunts, makki’s gagging and the occasional wet pop of you pulling off issei’s balls. “here angel, your turn now,” issei swore he could see your eyes sparkle as he pulled makki’s wet mouth off his cock. knowing not to use your hands you let issei guide himself to bump against your lips until you opened them to take his cock down your throat right away.

not letting up for a second you kept bopping your head up and down issei’s cock trying to take him deeper every time, occasionally letting your tongue swirl around his tip and hollow out your cheeks. as you were working on pleasing issei, the whole time you could feel makki’s soft hair on your jaw as he gave issei’s balls the same treatment as you were. until you couldn’t feel it and then felt a slight push to your shoulder, effectively pulling you off issei’s cock. leaving you and the said man confused.

“hey! what’s that for?” pouting your lips at a grinning makki you felt your eyes grow glossy at his behaviour. “what? you had your turn and now it’s mine again,” “what!? your turn was way longer than mine that isn’t fair!” “yes it is, i’m better at sucking his dick anywa-”“hiro, what’s the whole point of this punishment?” issei’s deep voice cut off the argument at hand and you think you even saw makki slightly tense up at his asserting tone. “because (y/n)’s being bratty,” makki mumbled while looking at the carpeted floor. “speak up slut, talk properly to daddy, you know that,” gripping the hair atop makki’s head, issei brought his face closer to his own as he slightly bent down. “be-because we were being brats” his voice was slightly strained as issei’s grip on his hair grew tighter with each passing second. “and what are you doin’ right now?” “being, a brat” issei disregard the way hiro’s voice grew quiet and stood back up to his full height as he let the grip on his hair free. “now because of that, your gonna sit right there while i fuck our pretty baby’s throat and cum all over that angel face, yeah?”

makki couldn’t even argue, if he did you all know how it would end. so he sat with his hands on his thighs and watched issei grip your head to use your throat to fuck.

you loved it when issei or makki would do this, the feeling of their cocks filling your mouth and making you gag had your pussy nearly dripping onto the floor. although makki’s was much easier to take, you loved how issei’s fat and long cock had you gagging around him and he wasn’t even halfway.

“you can use your hands baby, make daddy feel good,” hearing his request your hands flew to start pumping whatever couldn’t fit in your mouth as well as playing with his neglected balls. “shit shit, that’s it angel-fuck- so good for daddy. gonna make him cum soon” wanting to feel the ropes of his cum on your face you tried to push as far down on his cock as you could until your nose just tipped the tripped hair at his base, and that was all it took till issei was pulling you off his cock, jerking himself with a tight fist and strangled moans as buckets of his hot cum painted your face. guessing that he was finished you opened your eyes to see him panting above you and his cock slowly softening in his palm. you felt a drop of his seed drip down to just above your top lip, so as any good girl would you poked your tongue out to catch the drop and moan at the taste in your mouth, ending with three words you always gave after he finished, “thank you daddy”

#!!.poly matsuhana #cw: poly #cw: daddy #cw: throat fucking #matsukawa #matsukawa x reader #issei matsukawa x reader #🌹.naughty naughty #matsukawa issei imagines #matsukawa smut #hanamaki x reader #hanamaki smut

[confusions-shed-of-ideas]

Tressa’s Chapter 1, Badly Summarised

(Aka: If you rob me I'll kick your ass)

Tressa: Hi my name’s Tressa Colzione and I’m a merchant

Tressa: One day, I'm gonna explore the world!

Tressa: Good morning parents

Tressa's Parents (Olneo & Marina): Good morning Tressa

Tressa: Aight let's do some store stuff y'all I'm gonna go out and stock these shelves

Olneo: Hold on young lady, now do you remember what the three things a merchant needs most are-

Tressa: They need to be smiley, mannerly, and early obviously!

Marina: And they need to look out for pirates causing trouble around the taverns

Tressa: Ma that's four things

Olneo: And they need to look out for pirates causing trouble around the taverns

Tressa: Okay f i n e aight goodbye now!!

Tressa's Parents: Goodbye Tressa!! ^^

*After Tressa leaves*

Olneo: Ah, youngsters

Olneo: Y'know, back in my day, when I was her age-

---

Fisherman: Hello Tressa! Here's today's catch

Tressa: Ooh nice I'll pay you this much for it

Fisherman: Lmao this fish is worth a bit more

Tressa: Oh

Tressa: Well I mean... I was going to ignore the damage your hooks did to the fish's guts-

Fisherman: Alright fine I'll take the cash

Tressa: Yippee!

Fisherman: Can't believe I just lost a debate with an 18 year old lol gj kid

*Elsewhere*

Tressa: Hi I need to buy some wine

Beverage Vendor: Aren't you a bit too young to be-

Tressa: It's for my parents' store

Beverage Vendor: Okay but-

Tressa: Hey I'm 18 that's old enough to drink wine in a lot of places

Beverage Vendor: Alright but do you have an ID

Tressa: I don't think we have IDs in this game

Beverage Vendor: What

Tressa: What

*TV static noises*

---

Tressa: Ayy we got it done

Tressa: Man I wish I could explore elsewhere

Tressa: But I've gotta stay here in Rippletide. If I don't take over my parents' shop, no one's going to. Sometimes I wonder if I do have opportunities elsewhere. Maybe there's a whole other life out there, just waiting to be explored! But I don't know. What do I really want? What do I want in life? What's really out there? *sigh*

Tressa: The ocean sure looks big

Tressa: That's a big ship that's coming into the harbour

Tressa: Wait a minute I haven't seen that ship around here before

Tressa: Holy crap that's a real nice ship

Captain: Hello there lass I'm the captain of this ship

Tressa: Hi I'm Tressa and you have a really neat ship say do you mind if I take a peak at what's on board

Captain: Sorry but I only allow those I trust on board

Tressa: Aw man

*Loud noises in the distance*

Tressa: Omg what was that I'd better go check that out

Tressa: *Runs off*

Captain: Ah, kids these days

---

Mikk: Hi I'm Mikk

Makk: Hi I'm Makk

Mikk and Makk: And we're here to rob your stuff!

Mikk: I'm obviously the captain because I'm so cool

Makk: Lmao no I'm the captain you're just the first mate

Mikk and Makk: Fight me

Pirate Lackey: Y'all chill

Mikk and Makk: Alright let's continue robbing people

Tressa: No

Mikk: Says who?

Tressa: Says me

Makk: Oh it's just a little girl lol

Tressa: Little girl my ass I'm 18

Mikk: Is she allowed to say "ass"

Makk: Beats me

Mikk: Omg is that wine

Mikk: *Steals the wine from Tressa*

Tressa: Hey I bought that with my own money!

Makk: You don't even look old enough to drink lol

Tressa: Fight me

Captain: Lass, no

Tressa: Aw but-

Captain: They won't listen to reason, just let them be

Mikk and Makk: Yeah lol okay now goodbye y'all thanks for letting us take your stuff

Captain: It's okay to be scared of the pirates lass

Tressa: Pft I'm not scared

Captain: But your legs were trembling

Tressa: Oh

Street Vendor: Damn pirates won't leave us alone

Street Vendor: Idek what they're doing staying in the Caves of Maiya

Tressa: ...

---

Tressa: I'm gonna go bargain with the pirates

Captain: Lass no

Tressa: Lass yes

Captain: Okay but like do you have a weapon or a plan or any method of getting your stuff back

Tressa: Well uh I won 50 debate competitions in 3rd grade

Captain: I already told you they weren't going to listen to reason lass

Captain: If you walk in there they're going to kick your ass

Captain: Am I allowed to say that to you

Tressa: Well yeah but I can't just sit here and let these other merchants starve to death because they have no money to put food on their plates

Tressa: And y'know what, maybe I will fight the pirates

Captain: Hm alright then if you're so determined then I won't stop you

Captain: But I'm going to help

Captain: If we succeed and you find something on my ship that catches your eye, I'll let you have it

Tressa: Aight deal

Tressa: Now let's go kick some pirate ass!

Captain: Okay but are you allowed to say "ass"

Tressa: Brb I'm gonna buy some stuff first

Captain: Alright

Captain: Lass is that weed

Tressa: It's sleepweed :D

Captain: Oh what would you need that for

Tressa: Oh y'know, I just thought the pirates could use a nice nap after all that looting

Captain: I like your style lass

Captain: Alright now good luck

---

*At the tavern*

Tressa: I put the sleepweed in the wine

Tressa: Now all we have to do is bring the wine to them

---

*At the Caves of Maiya*

Tressa: Ahoy there

Pirate Lackey: Oh it's the little girl again

Tressa: Here, have this wine. It's a gift from me and the other merchants because we're soooooo sorry we thought we stood a chance against you swashbuckling pirates

Pirate Lackey: Omg wine

Pirate Lackey: *Brings it inside*

Tressa: Lmao I can't believe they fell for it

---

*Inside the Caves*

Mikk: Lol the townspeople are so weak I can't believe they didn't try to put up a fight

Makk: Well I mean it doesn't look like they can LMAO

Mikk: "The strong take while the weak quake" amirite

Mikk and Makk: LMAO

Makk: Wise words by the one and only Captain Leon Bastralle

Mikk: Totally not gonna bite us back later

Makk: Yeah because we're super cool and want to follow in the footsteps of Captain Leon Bastralle

Pirate Lackey: Captains the little girl have wine

Mikk and Makk: AYO WINE?? Hell yeah y'all

Pirates: Cheers!

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Tressa: That should be enough time

Tressa: *Walking around the Caves* Oh boy, look at these sleeping pirates, I wonder what happened to them

Tressa: Aight time to take the stolen wares back

Mikk: *Waking up* Oi what are you doing here little girl

Tressa: Oh no

Mikk: Wake up Makk it's the little girl from town

Makk: Oh so you were going to take your stuff back when we were sleeping huh

Tressa: Oh no

Mikk and Makk: Y'know we ain't gonna let you take our hard earned loot back

Tressa: Hard earned my ass y'all didn't earn anything you just stole it

Tressa: And I'm not gonna just stand by and let you take it

Mikk and Makk: Fight us

Tressa: Y'know what hell yeah

*Epic boss battle ensues*

Tressa: Oh yay we won

Makk: Oh what she beat us

Mikk: We aren't letting you get away with this. Mateys!

*Other pirates appear*

Tressa: Oh no

Tressa: Might as well take on you all to get these goods back

Mikk and Makk: Lmao time to face defeat little girl

Captain: Not so fast

Captain: Were you guys seriously going to pick on this little girl

Tressa: Captain I'm 18

Captain: You all have no right to speak about how the world works if you only pick on the weak and defenseless

Mikk: Oh it's that guy from earlier

Mikk: Lol anyways let's fight them

Captain: *Defeats everyone*

Makk: What how'd you beat all of us

Mikk and Makk: Omg wait that's Captain Leon Bastralle

Makk: Who tf are you

Tressa: Wait holy crap that was you???

Captain Leon: I'm just a merchant, no longer a pirate

Captain Leon: But say, have you gentlemen ever heard of the phrase "dead men tell no tales"?

Mikk and Makk: Y'all we gotta go

*The pirates escape*

Tressa: Captain?

Captain Leon: Just call me Leon, lass

Tressa: Thanks for saving me Mr Leon

Captain Leon: Well then, gather the goods and head back home. I'll have to leave soon

Tressa: Wait already??

Captain Leon: Yep, but remember to come on by my ship. We had a deal, remember?

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Tressa: Mr Leon are you sure I can come aboard

Captain Leon: Well I said I only let those I trust aboard right

Tressa: And?

Captain Leon: Exactly

Tressa: Oh

Tressa: OH

Tressa: Thank you Mr Leon omg omg

Tressa: Yo this place is packed are you sure I can take one of these

Captain Leon: Mhm

Tressa: Omg thank you

Tressa: Ooh I think I'll take... this diary

Captain Leon: Um, lass, I'm afraid that won't sell for much

Captain Leon: Some guy I let on board just left that there and it got mixed in with the treasures

Tressa: Hm I still think I'll take it though

Tressa: It calls to me

Captain Leon: Alright then, you can have it

Tressa: Thank you Mr Leon :D

Captain Leon: Okay now goodbye lass

Tressa: Goodbye!

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Tressa: I'm gonna speedrun this book

Tressa: Hm so it talks about someone's adventures around the world

Tressa: That's so cool, I wish I could do that

Tressa: Oh whoops it's past my bedtime

*The next day*

Tressa: Good morning parents

Tressa: I'm going to see the world!

Olneo and Marina: You're going to what

Tressa: I'm gonna become a traveling merchant!

Marina: But dear-

Olneo: You have no experience! You need to spend a hell lot more time in the shop before you go out and become a traveling merchant

Tressa: Pa I'm 18 I can handle it

Tressa: Besides I can learn on the road n stuff so I'll be fiiiiiiiine

Olneo: Well okay then you can go

Tressa: Wait really

Marina: Wait really

Olneo: I mean she'll get experience out there so I think it should be fine

Marina: Fine then, but do take care!

Tressa: Omg thanks Ma and Pa! Goodbye!! :D

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*Outside*

Tressa: Hm the author only filled in half of the book

Tressa: I guess I'll have to finish the story myself

Tressa: AYY I'M GOING ON AN ADVENTURE!! WOO!

WE'LL BE RIGHT BACK

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These are fun to do but I don't think I'll get to do this very often when school starts in two days

Tressa my beloved I know you're 18 but why do you seem so much younger

Tressa would've dominated all the debates in class I'm calling it

Anyways bye y'all I hope you enjoyed

#do you think tressa should be allowed to say ass #or is she too babey #leon seems very swag #i'm almost halfway through the roster y'all #octopath traveler #octopath chapters badly summarised #tressa colzione #octopath tressa #confusion tries and fails to be funny

[logancreatesworlds]

Out Of The Darkness (Ch. 1)

Darkness isn't always bad. Sometimes, it's comfort. For her, it was protection.

Beginning of a series. This story will get spicy in future chapters.

Warnings: None...yet.

Word Count: Just under 900

Masterlist

Author's Note: I know I've been gone for a long while but I was in school so don't hate me.

_

Darkness was scary to many. For Fantasma, it was comfort. Nightly walks suited her. They always did since before the 15th century, the Civil War and now in 2023. She had already finished grading her students’ projects and now she simply meandered around the bustling streets of Atlanta, Georgia, enjoying the sparkle of the stars and crispness of the night air.

Fantasma had several routes she preferred. This one, the one she took on Tuesdays, was her favorite. As her purple petticoat hung onto her plump figure, she continued to skip through the night. Then…she stopped.

Something was behind her, Fantasma knew it. She learned to signs of changing vibrations from all those years with – as he who shall not be named called her, the beautiful, beautiful Makk-…no. Her name didn’t matter. Turning around, Fantasma saw the source of her ruined night.

He was about 6’2, muscular, dressed in a gray hoodie and sweatpants. That didn’t scare her. What mildly concerned her was the gun-shaped outline in his pocket.

“You planning to shoot me with that or are you just happy to see me?” Fantasma asked casually.

“Give me all your money!” The man ordered, holding a 9MM to her face.

“Shooting it is,” Fantasma sighed.

“I don’t wanna hurt you, lady,” the man said, his voice punctuated by the condensation puffing out of his ski mask, “Just give me your wallet.”

Fantasma gave an exaggerated sigh. Within a second, the man was grabbed by his shooting arm and tossed over her head like a thrown discus.

The man groaned as Fantasma walked towards him. Effortlessly, she crushed the gun in her hand to a prickled clump.

“Sir, if you’re willing to disappear right now, I’ll forget you tried to rob me,” she says, “Or I can just beat on you some more.”

“Please,” the man begged, “I just needed the money for drugs.”

Fantasma’s lips twisted with skepticism. Kneeling and taking the man’s arm in her hands, she instantly caught sight of the needle marks.

Sighing, Fantasma helped the man to his feet.

“Where are you taking me?” He asks as she links arms with him.

“To the nearest rehab center.”

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Druig walked through his village with monitoring eyes. It’s not that the village was under attack, as it was secluded. He just needed to make sure his people were okay.

“Senhor Druig,” a little girl, no older than ten greeted, running up to him.

“Bom dia, minha pequena Florina,” He greets, bending down to kiss her head.

“Para você,” she says, holding up an orchid.

Druig gasped with both pretend surprise and genuine appreciation, “Uma pequena orquídea da minha orquídea.”

It was the tenth orchid she has given him that month.

Florina smiled as Druig planted another big kiss on her head. Just then, a bolt of light zipped into the peaceful compound, catching everyone’s attention.

Makkari smiled as Druig, whose eyes then glowed a beautiful golden. Within seconds, everyone went back to work.

“Vale, querida,” he says to Florina, “Necesitas ir al clase.”

“Pero no quiero-“

Druig placed a finger over her lips, “Quisiste decir sí señor.”

Florina gave an exaggerated sigh and Makkari smiled.

Though he would never say it aloud, Druig loved the children of the village like his own.

“Sí señor,” the little girl said.

“Buena,” Druig says, “Ahora, ve.”

Florina hurried off and Makkari walked up to him.

“My beautiful, beautiful Makkari,” he greets as the speedstress’ lips stretched into a wider smile.

Makkari leaned into his figures as his hands stretched over her waist.

“I scoured the entire west coast,” Makkari signed, “Washington, Oregon, Nevada, Cali, and Arizona.”

“Nothing?” Druig asks, cupping his hands into O-shapes and shaking them.

“Nothing,” Makkari signs back.

Druig sighs and a sad look passes Makkari’s face.

“I just want her home,” Makkari signs sadly.

“I know, beautiful,” Druig signs before pulling her into a warm embrace, “I know.”

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“Ms. Luna,” Keisha asks, holding a bunch of balloons by the end, “Where do these go again?”

“In front of the lights,” Fantasma responds with a laugh, “In front of them, Keisha. Not on top. We don’t want them to burst.”

“Yes ma’am,” she calls.

Luna continues decorating as everyone moves around the quad.

“Okay,” Camille says, walking up to Luna and holding up her IPhone, “I have the tweet written down. What do you think?”

Luna quietly reads before leaning back again, “It’s terrible.”

“What?!” Camille screeched, eyes bulging out, the braids framing her sharp face flying back.

“I’m kidding,” Fantasma says, “It’s fine.”

“It can’t be fine,” Camille huffs, “It has to be nightly.”

Fantasma resists the urge to roll her eyes. Maybe trusting a mass communications major with the social media for the annual Nightly was a bad idea after all.

“It’s perfect,” she says, “Now send that and help us with the rest of these balloons.”

“Ugh,” Camille groans, “I cannot wrinkle my perfect lips, Ms. Black. You know that.”

“Oh come on, Hillary Banks,” Deante says, fine-tuning the playlists, “You can do balloon duty. Just like you do on Twitter with all yackin’.”

“I’m so sick of you! Imma fuck you up!” Camille shouts, running after him with a balloon.

“Ow, ow! Hey, watch the computer!”

Fantasma shakes her head mirthfully before returning to decorating.

Tonight would be perfect…right?

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Author's Note: Whoo! Feels good to get back to writing. Please ask to be tagged in the comments if you liked this. I plan to write more.

#druig x reader #druig imagine #druig fanfiction #druig x makkari x oc #drukkari fanfic #eternals x oc #druig x black reader #druig x makkari x woc! reader #druig x makkari x black reader #makkari x black reader

[figgiforever]

Recently I’ve been busy so didn’t draw or post much, because a big change is happening in my life. But I’ve been doodling using this some of my OCs that I didn’t draw or even think about them in a long time.

So here are: Ka’ra, Parjir, twins Tal and Tar - children of Atin and Laseema; Jatne - first child of Makke and Kad, first grandchild of Fi and Tiggi.

#figgiverse #Art of Figgi #my oc ka'ra #my oc parjir #my oc tal #my oc tar #my oc jatne

[iwaasfairy]

even as a raging disaster, your love for iwaizumi hajime knows no bounds

.word count. 1k+ .note. i was feeling soft for one (1) man so uhm no warnings today

You pour two solo cups, one for you, one for the tall figure awkwardly dancing with a girl that seems so drunk she might topple over any second. He looks, even more than other days, breathtaking. Dark hair like an inverted halo splayed around his sharp features. Sleeves of his shirt rolled up around his forearms, muscular thighs packed tight into the ripped jeans. A necklace, one you gifted him for his birthday, falling in the groove of his chest. You smile as you catch his eyes, the pleading look he gives you growing with the second, so you draw away from the sticky bar long enough to stroll to his side.

“If you take anyone home, she better not be even a 10th as drunk as Mrs. Floppy Noodle over here,” you grin. When he lets out a clear sigh of relief, you take his hand to pull him out of the mess of people. The girl doesn’t notice, though she almost snaps a heel stumbling back into someone else. One of her friends sends you a little look, mouthing an apology you wave off. You don’t think Hajime is one to just take a random girl home anyway, though he definitely has the looks to do so.

At your words, his eyes widen about twice the size, and he gives you a shove. “I’m not taking someone home,” he chews the words for a moment and looks at the red solo cup you push into his hands, before continuing, “except you.”

He is, strictly speaking, not wrong as your ride from and to, but that sounded like he’d take you to his home. You, to his apartment, his bed. Much different from the sleepovers you had in high school. You know that that’s not what he means though, and smile it off. “You better get me home safe, big guy.” Iwaizumi rolls his eyes, before holding up his drink to you and lifting a brow. “Cheers, Iwa.” You two tap cups, and throw back whatever you just poured into the cups without hesitation.

It’s a mixture of vodka and some red drink you don’t know what it is, but tastes like something peach, and it burns in the back of your throat. You cough after downing the whole thing. “Ew, I think that wasn’t a good idea.”

Hajime still has a sour face too. “What is that?”

A grin slips on your face despite the sting. “I have no clue. It’s horrible,” you agree, quick to put the cups away. Your chest warming at his expression, you turn. “We’re dancing, come on. I don’t care if you want to or not.” The brunet sputters behind when you drag him away from the kitchen and through the mess of people, holding onto your hand tightly. Long fingers wrapped around your hand like two magnets. You get to a spot where people are sitting in the couches a bit away, a few feet with barely enough space to move around, before turning to him.

When you just start moving, his look lingers. Long enough for it to make any platonic explanation seem offset, but you will yourself to ignore it. You don’t— can’t let it get to you, you’ve been friends too long for that. Instead your eyes flutter closed, feeling the rush of alcohol spread slowly through your skin. You feel warm, a little hazy. And right now you really don’t care if you look stupid or not, because you feel nice. You feel confident, if that’s a word you’ve ever used to describe yourself.

When you turn back, ignoring the changing light to see the chocolate haired man raking his eyes over you. Top to bottom, as if he’s breathing out his hesitation. It’s weird, this is weird and foreign but everything about it feels right, anyway. You tilt your head, emboldened by either the alcohol or his darkening gaze. “Hajime,” your voice is playful, catching at the end of his name, “you do have to move, you know.” He swallows, wordless, and starts swaying to the music. With a subdued giggle, you remember your prom. 

He’d been bright pink when putting his hands on his date’s hips, glaring at you from across the room where you’d made obnoxious kissy faces. Until Makki had kissed you later that evening, and it’d been Hajime’s turn to tease. An appropriate explanation of your relationship with the boy that had lived two houses over for the majority of your childhood. You, the catalyst; him, the solution. Always. The space is more littered than your prom was, sticky and sweaty, so you can’t blame him for looking uncomfortable. That, and you’re kind of standing two feet apart, which doesn’t give him much space to dance. Instead of watching as he bounces on his feet, you reach for him and turn around, gently guiding him to hold onto your waist.

You look back to smile. His lips open to allow for air to pass, and you briefly wish you could intertwine with him entirely, to taste the things he tastes, breathe the air he breathes. His hands glide higher, but he doesn’t look away. You take that as a go ahead and start dancing again. It’s not even been five minutes but whatever you tossed back is already tingling in your system and making you light, glowing, bright. You enjoy the way his heated palms caress your sides, even if you know that he means absolutely nothing with that. When you close your eyes again and lean into him a little more, everything seems to blur and slow. 

Hajime’s fingers that press little ovals into the soft skin that just peeks from under your crop top. The vibrating of the loud music that bounces off the walls. The swaying of your hips, and in turn, his along with you. You don’t know how long you are like that, but when you open your eyes you see neon blue lights that jump the walls. His hands move more down, to hold onto your upper thigh, chest pressing against your back. You reach up your hand and tangle it in the base of his hair, pulling gently. A soft hum is pressed into your hair when he brushes his lips along your head, pulling back quickly but long enough to make you flutter. 

Like a hot fever that rushes over you all of a sudden, you feel this incredible weight on your chest. Gratefulness and love for your best friend, the only person who has ever taken you in fully, accepted and cherished all of your messy angles, even the ones you know are not worth to be seen in broad daylight. You stop moving, suddenly too aware of what you’re doing. This is the one person who you’ve trusted for longer than you can even remember, it’s like you can see the taint your hands leave behind on him. You wonder if he can feel it, if it hurts. If he hates you for it. Your heart beats loudly in your chest when you turn in his hold.

Iwaizumi’s eyes stay closed for a second longer, long lashes spread out beautifully and perfectly. His hands hover in mid-air when you pull away, as if holding onto your ghost, before he opens his lids slowly. His colorful eyes don’t move from yours for a breath or two. You have to look away again, but feel his gaze on your face. You swallow, scan the room once. You force a smile on your lips as you take one of his hands, and look over at his expression. There’s a light that lives under his lashes, twisting and turning, but you’ve never seen it fade yet. You hope it never does. “Do you want another drink?” you ask, and he nods.

When returning you take a moment to look at him where he’s resting against the wall.

He hasn’t noticed you yet, looking around with a look blank enough to rival a brick wall. It makes you giggle, his quiet strength. A warm feeling settles between your ribs, stomach clenching a tad. You breathe deeply, then pinch yourself. It’s hard to know how you’re feeling, and what that means, when you’re in this state. Dreadful, like a foreboding rumble of thunder, it sets your hairs on end. The line between friendship and true romantic love has always been blurred because you’re so close. Or maybe you are standing on the line separating the two, you really aren’t sure anymore. You can’t tell when it comes to him.

You hope it’s not that. Not love. Like a dense layer of fog at the break of dawn. It’s thick, there for a little while, shrouding everything, and then as soon as it came, it burns away with the harshness of reality. You don’t want to experience that with him. You want it to feel like this forever. You take another deep breath, and walk back over to him, smiling softly. Hajime looks up a little surprised when you suddenly come to stand in front of him. He doesn’t say anything, but opens his arms, to allow you to walk into his embrace.

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thank you for reading, i’ll get back on your regularly scheduled horny [hawr-nee] program in a few minutes ( ｰ̀εｰ́ )

#ficlet #haikyuu #iwaizumi hajime #x reader #fluff #angst #💫ch.iwaizumi

[marcoweisman]

Would Fyodor Dostoevsky Have Written the Same Without Being a Gambler?

In 1866 the writer wrote a novel in which he reflected on his own gambling addiction. After 1871, when his first son was born, Dostoyevsky never played roulette again.

Dostoyevsky (1821-1881), known for his profound psychological novels that reflected the darkest corners of human soul, lived a hard life, but he was also one of those animals and had to cope with gambling addiction. In 1863, despite having lost in roulette for the first time, the origin of the gambler Fyodor Dostoevsky had the idea to write a novel about gambling. Already in 1863 he had the idea to write a story about gambling.

Crime and Punishment is written to be around the same time as The Gambler (Prestupleniye nakazaniye) (1866) and describes a young intellectual called Raskolnikov, who is ready to play with ideas. He decides to solve his problem with a stroke and murders an old pawnbroker and a woman.

He learns the details of General Polina's financial situation from the story of his long-time friend Mr Astley. One day Raskolnikov walks up to Astley in Polinas and swears the oath of bondage to Polinas.

Fyodor Dostoyevsky's guilt and insight into his own gambling addiction, its severity and consequences are described in the letters he wrote his wife to his wife in 1867 with brutal honesty. When he left his new wife Anna, a stenographer who helped him finish The Gambler, he had visited casinos to gain enough money to free himself from his creditors and return to Russia. Following is a summary of Polina's life and details of his gambling addiction based on his private letters and his book, The Call of the Gambler.

This article attempts to examine Fyodor Dostoyevsky's account of gambling in his 1866 novel The Gambler which many believe would have been richer and more accurate if the author had insight into his own gambling addiction. An interesting literary and historical fact is that one of his most famous short novellas "The Gambler," inspired by his own gambling addiction, was written under intense pressure to pay off his gambling debts. His insights into gambling addiction and why he wrote the 1866 book would be more accurate today than what was written.

As my favorite Russian author, Dostoyevsky's best book is not only a profound examination of the human soul, but also evil, violent, ironic, caustic, and sometimes funny. His analysis of gambling addiction is the part of the book that is exemplary. Through the characters and storylines, he reveals his own feelings about roulette and his understanding of gambling and addiction.

Gulakov (1891-1940 ) was known for the mystical novel The Master of Margarita and many other great works and didn't choose to live as a drug addict. Dostoyevsky's first novel, The Poor People, was handed over for publication by a legendary critic, a blowhard named Vissarion Belinsky, who declared him the heir to Gogol. His next novel, Double Minor, about an official lost in the Bureaucracy of Petersburg, was published as a novel months later, but was a critical and commercial failure and a short story followed.

I agreed to a risky contract with F. T. Stellovsky : if I did not deliver the novel with 12 or more signatures by November 1st, 1866, he would acquire the right to publish the work without compensation nine years later, on November 1st, 1875.

Two films were based on Dostoyevsky's life when he wrote the book. There was the Soviet film Twenty-six Days in the Life of Fyodor Dostoyevsky in 1981 and the Hungarian director Karoly Makk's 1997 film The Gambler. S life (1867-1881) is all about betting, risk and the end of his 30-day gambling, which pays off for him.

Mr Astley gave him money and showed little hope that he would not use it for gambling. As a young man who valued rationality and analytical thinking and as one of the most competitive chess players he was convinced of his talent for gambling and began to learn tricks of the trade. He suffered losses in small amounts, but he saw the profits from gambling as a good way to make money instead of having fun and feeling the excitement of taking risks. The usual letter, sent for the first time to an old literary friend, feels like a confession to Dostoyevsky's gambling addiction.

Raskolnikov's friend Razumikhin expresses his distaste for the ideological approach to life that his own life embodies: solving problems with big ideas and dramatic games of chance, rather than with slow, steady, hard work. Henri Trojan's fiery, old-fashioned novel on FD's life is great reading but I decided to ride the wave of pleasure and to take the moment to plough through the heavy Dostoyevsky sitting on my shelves, including selected letters and joyless prose from Konstantin Mochulsky's critical biography.

In "Finding a Gambler," Dostoyevsky taught medical and non-medical professionals about gambling and its consequences in letters to his wife. Consideration is also given to the psychiatric aspects of his pathology as a gambling disorder.

#books & libraries #culture #writers #fiodor dostoievski #fiodor dostojewski