#This Quar's War

[alienbastelt]

This Quar's War - First Crusader Fire Team

I got my Clash of Rhyfflers Box in the Mail yesterday and spend all day making tokens for the game. Now i build the first fire team.

If you want to use the tokens for yourself have a look.

#This Quar's War #Quar #Clash of Rhyfflers #miniature gaming #wargaming #indie games #miniature painting #my art

[incorrect-ember-knight]

Quaring: what have you gotten us into now!?

Toorisun: me!? i swear i have nothing to do with—

Pursuer: Quaring!!!!

Toorisun: hah! see!? i told you!

Pursuer: give us that scoundrel Toorisun!!

#source: star wars #ember knight #incorrect ember knight #the ember knight #incorrect quotes #quaring #toorisun

[theladyregret]

Drow Name Tables

Something I did as a special favor to @kimmurielsscryingmirror (@eldritchmist ) who showed interest. Because it’s...pretty big I decided to make it into it’s own post.

These are a few Drow naming tables that were originally found in an issue of Dragon Magazine. It’s two d100 tables of prefixes and suffixes commonly used in first names. The second couple of tables is a list of common house name prefixes and suffixes.

EDIT: Just a little something for those who care which I didn’t add before because it took me so long to finish the transcription I just wanted to post it lol. The gender difference is noted in the related Dragon Magazine article as being significant. Non Drow may not notice but a Drow will notice the difference. Female names sometimes borrow parts that are normally only considered male and this is considered fine...but a male with a name that borrows a typically only female part would be seen as extremely taboo.

Prefix (Female/Male) - Meaning

Akor/Alak                 beloved, best, first

Alaun/Alton             lightning, powerful

Aly/Kel                     legendary, singing, song

Ang/Adin                  beast, monstrous, savage

Ardul/Amal               blessed, divine, godly

Aun/Ant                   crypt, dead, deadly, death

Bae/Bar                      fate, fated, luck, lucky

Bal/Bel                       burned, burning, fire, flame

Belar/Bruh                 arrow, lance, piercing

Briz/Berg                    graceful, fluid, like water

Bur/Bhin                     craft, crafty, sly

Chal/Chasz                earth, stable

Char/Kron                  sick, venom, venomed

Chess/Cal                  noble, lady/lord

Dhaun                          infested, plague

Dil/Dur                         cold, ice, still

Dirz/Div                       dream, dreaming, fantasy

Dris/Riz                        ash, dawn, east, eastern

Eclav/Elk                      chaos, mad, madness

Elvan/Kalan                 elf, elven, far, lost

Elv/Elaug                     drow, mage, power

Erel/Rhyl                      eye, moon, spy

Ethe/Erth                    mithril, resolute

Faer/Selds                   oath, sworn, vow

Felyn/Fil                       pale, thin, weak, white

Filf/Phar                     dwarf, dwarven, treacherous

Gauss/Orgoll              dread, fear, feared, vile

G'eld                              friend, spider  

Ghuan                           accursed, curse, unlucky

Gin/Din                         berserk, berserker, orc, wild

Grey/Gul                       ghost, pale, unliving

Hael/Hatch                   marked, trail, way

Hal/Sol                           deft, nimble, spider-like  

Houn/Rik                       magic, ring, staff

Iiv/Dip                             liege, war, warrior

Iim                                   life, living, spirit, soul

Illiam/Im                         devoted, heart, love

In/Sorn                           enchanted, spell

Ilph                                  emerald, green, lush, tree

Irae/Ilzt                           arcane, mystic, wizard

Irr/Izz                               hidden, mask, masked

Iym/Ist                            endless, immortal  

Jan/Duag                       shield, warded

Jhael/Gel                       ambitious, clan, kin, family

Jhul/Jar                         charmed, rune, symbol

Jys/Driz                         hard, steel, unyielding

Lael/Llt                           iron, west, western

Lar/Les                          binding, bound, law, lawful

LiNeer/Mourn            legend, legendary, mythical  

Lird/Ryld                   brand, branded, owned, slave

Lua/Lyme                       bright, crystal, light

Mal/Malag                     mystery, secret

May/Mas                         beautiful, beauty, silver

Micar                                lost, poison, widow

Min/Ran                           lesser, minor, second

Mol/Go                            blue, storm, thunder, wind

Myr/Nym                       lost, skeleton, skull

Nath/Mer                        doom, doomed, fate

Ned/Nad               cunning, genius, mind, thought

Nhil/Nal                 fear, gorrible, horror, outraged

Neer                                  core, root, strong

Null/Nil                             sad, tear, weeping

Olor/Omar                       skin, tattoo, tattooed

Pellan/Relon                    north, platiunum, wind

Phaer/Vorn                      honor, honored

Phyr/Phyx                        bless, blessed, blessing

Qualn/Quil                        mighty, ocean, sea

Quar                                   aged, eternal, time

Quav/Quev                        charmed, docile, friend

Qil/Quil                               foe, goblin, slave

Rauv/Welv                         cave, rock, stone

Ril/Ryl                                 foretold, omen

Sbat/Szor                           amber, yellow

Sab/Tsab                            abyss, empty, void  

Shi'n/Kren                          fool, foolish, young

Shri/Ssz                             silk, silent  

Shur/Shar                          dagger, edge, stiletto

Shynt                                 invisible, skilled, unseen

Sin/Szin                              festival, joy, pleasure

Ssap/Tath                          blue, midnight, night

Susp/Spir                           learned, skilled, wise

Talab/Tluth                        burn, burning, fire

Tal/Tar                         love, pain, wound, wounded

Triel/Taz                           bat, winged

T'riss/Teb                           blade, sharp, sword  

Ulvir/Uhls                           gold, golden, treasure

Umrae/Hurz                       faith, faithful, true

Vas/Vesz                            blood, bloody, flesh

Vic                                       abyss, deep, profound

Vier/Val                               black, dark, darkness

Vlon/Wod                           bold, hero, heroic

Waer/Wehl             deep, hidden, south, southern  

Wuyon/Wruz                      humble, third, trivial

Xull/Url                                 blooded, crimson, ruby

Xun                                       demon, fiend, fiendish

Yas/Yaz                       riddle, spinning, thread, web

Zar/Zakn                             dusk, haunted, shadow

Zebey/Zek                        dragon, lithe, rage, wyrm

Zes/Zsz                              ancient, elder, respected

Zilv/Vuz                             forgotten, old, unknown

Suffixes (Female/Male) - Meaning

a/agh                  breaker, destruction, end, omega

ace/as                                savant, scholar, wizard

ae/aun                             dance, dancer, life, player

aer/d                                    blood, blood of, heir

afae/afein                         bane, executioner, slayer

afay/aufein                        eyes, eyes of, seer

ala/launim                          healer, cleric

anna/erin                            advisor, counselor to

arra/atar                             queen/prince

aste                                      bearer, keeper, slaver

avin/aonar                           guardian, guard, shield

ayne/al                       lunatic, maniac, manic, rage

baste/gloth                         path, walker

breena/antar                   matriach/patriarch, ruler

bryn/lyn                               agent, assassin, killer

cice/roos                             born of, child, young  

cyrl/axle                               ally, companion, friend

da/daer                                illusionist, trickster

dia/drin                                rogue, stealer

diira/diirn                             initiate, sister/brother

dra/zar                                  lover, match, mate  

driira/driirn                         mother/father, teacher  

dril/dorl                                 knight, sword, warrior

e                                           servant, slave, vessel

eari/erd                                 giver, god, patron

eyl                                       archer, arrow, flight, flyer

ffyn/fein                               minstrel, singer, song

fryn              champion, victor, weapon, weapon of

iara/ica                                 baron, duke, lady/lord  

ice/eth                                 obsession, taker, taken  

idil/imar           alpha, beginning, creator of, maker

iira/inid                                 harbinger, herald

inidia                                     secret, wall, warder

inil/in                                     lady/lord, rider, steed

intra                               envoy, messenger, prophet

isstra/atlab               acolyte, apprentice, student

ithra/irahc                         dragon, serpent, wyrm

jra/gos                                 beast, biter, stinger

jss                                          scout, stalker

kacha/kah                            beauty, hair, style

kiira/raen                              apostle, disciple

lay/dyn                               flight, flyer, wing, wings

lara/aghar                         cynic, death, end, victim

lin                                         arm, armor, commander

lochar                                   messenger, spider

mice/myr           bone, bones, necromancer, witch  

mur'ss                                   shadow, spy, witness

na/nar                                 adept, ghost, spirit

nilee/olil                             corpse, disease, ravager

niss/nozz                           chance, gambler, game

nitra/net                              kicker, returned, risen

nolu                                 art, artist, expert, treasure

olin                                   ascension, love, lover, lust

onia/onim                           rod, staff, token, wand

oyss/omph                       binder, judge, law, prison

qualyn                                 ally, caller, kin

quarra/net                           horde, host, legion

quiri/oj                                  aura, cloak, hide, skin

ra/or                                     fool, game, prey, quarry

rae/rar                                   secret, seeker, quest

raema/orvir                         crafter, fist, hand

raena/olvir                            center, haven, home

riia/rak                       enchanter, mage, spellcaster

ril                                 bandit, enemy, raider, outlaw

riina/ree                     enchanter, mage, spellcaster

ryna/oyn                         follower, hired, mercenary

ryne/ryn                      blooded, elder, experienced

shalee/ral                 abjurer, gaze, watch, watcher

ssysn/rysn          artifact, dweomer, sorcerer, spell

stin/trin         clan, house, merchant, of the house

stra/tran                             spider, spinner, weaver

tana/ton                           darkness, lurker, prowler

thara/tar                             glyph, marker, rune

thrae/olg                          charmer, leader, seducer

tree/tel                         exile, loner, outcast, pariah

tyrr                    dagger, poison, poisoner, scorpion

ual/dan                                speed, strider

ue/dor                                  arm, artisan, fingers

uit/dar                                  breath, voice, word

une/diin                         diviner, fate, future, oracle

uque                              cavern, digger, mole, tunnel  

urra/dax                       nomad, renegade, wanderer

va/ven                             comrade, honor, honored

vayas                         forge, forger, hammer, smith

vyll punishment, scourge, whip, zealot  

vyrae/vyr                     mistress/master, overseer

wae/hrae                           heir, inheritor, princess

wiira/hriir                           seneschal of, steward

wyss/hrys                          best, creator, starter

xae/zaer                             orb, rank, ruler, sceptor

xena/zen                         cutter, gem, jewel, jeweler

xyra/zyr                             sage, teller

yl                                          drow, woman/man

ylene/yln         handmaiden/squire, maiden/youth

ymma/inyon                      drider, feet, foot, runner

ynda/yrd        captain, custodian, marshal, ranger  

ynrae/yraen                       heretic, rebel, riot, void

vrae                                   architect, founder, mason  

yrr                                         protector, rival, wielder

zyne/zt                                finder, hunter

House Name Prefixes - Meaning

Alean                        the noble line of

Ale                             traders in

Arab                          daughters of

Arken                        mages of

Auvry                        blood of the  

Baen                          blessed by

Barri                           spawn of

Cladd                         warriors from

Desp                          victors of

De                               champions of

Do'                              walkers in

Eils                              lands of

Everh                         the caverns of

Fre                              friends of

Gode                          clan of  

Helvi                          those above

Hla                              seers of

Hun'                           the sisterhood of

Ken                            sworn to

Kil                               people of

Mae                           raiders from  

Mel                            mothers of

My                              honored of

Noqu                         sacred to

Orly                            guild of

Ouss                           heirs to

Rilyn                           house of  

Teken'                        delvers in  

Tor                               mistresses of

Zau                              children of

House Name Suffixes - Meaning

afin                              the web

ana                               the night

ani                                the widow

ar                                   poison

arn                                fire

ate                                the way

ath                                the dragons

duis                              the whip

ervs                              the depths

ep                                  the underdark

ett                                 magic

ghym                            the forgotten ways

iryn                               history

lyl                                  the blade

mtor                             the abyss

ndar                              black hearts

neld                              the arcane

rae                                 fell powers

rahel                             the gods

rret                                the void

sek                                 adamantite

th                                    challenges

tlar                                 mysteries

t'tar                                victory

tyl                                   the pits

und                                 the spider's kiss

urden                             the darkness

val                                   silken weaver

viir                                  dominance

zynge                             the ruins

#Dungeons and Dragons #Drow #The Legend of Drizzt #dnd #dark elves

[niqhtlord01]

Humans are weird: Missing your mark: A Yuri story.

Civil wars are nasty things.

They’re violent, disruptive, and more or less create an animosity amongst the general population regardless of which side wins. There was no better definition for that of a failed state and no worse situation for a ruling body to find itself in; which made the situation before Yuri all the more stressful.

“When my employers asked you to handle this situation months ago,” Yuri spoke to the delegation sitting across from him, “there was an implied understanding that it was to be rectified immediately.”

The Yagraz delegation looked amongst themselves but said nothing.

Even with the multitude of species Yuri had interacted with during his employment the Yagraz were one of the most frustrating. They had a tendency to believe themselves superior to the rest of the galaxy, but often found their best laid plans undone with the simplest of tugs. They would never admit to this and would all too often find some reason to place the blame somewhere else. The five before him had made those excuses abundantly when he had requested a meeting with them.

“This situation was well in control when last we spoke.” The leader of the Yagraz contingent spoke. Their mouth split vertical when they spoke making focusing on them uncomfortable for those with weak stomachs. His name was Quar, and from what little Yuri remembered of him was that he was a minor member of the governing nobility. He spoke with assurance; at least when others were within earshot.

Yuri shook his head. “When last I was here you I told you to take the man-“

“They are not human.” One of the other Yagraz interrupted.

Yuri looked at them in bafflement before calmly reaching into his coat and pulling out a loaded weapon. He set it down on the table for all the silent Yagraz to see clearly.

“The next time I am spoken over will be the last time the speaker shall ever speak again.”

None of them said anything and so Yuri continued.

“I remember that you all asked me for advice on handling the dissident movement and pacifying their charismatic leader.”

Yuri reached into his coat and pulled out a lighter and cigarette; placing it in his mouth and lighting it with one smooth motion before flicking the lighter closed.

“I told you not to allow that…man, to speak. I told you to not allow him on your networks, to not allow him to speak with anyone of importance, and to not give him any chance to become credible in the eyes of your people.”

“I told you all that you must hound them like dogs on the hunt. That every aspect of society must shun and chastise that man from every avenue so that every day they know the entire world is their enemy.”

“But most of all I told you what you truly needed to do even though many of you were unwilling to do it.”

He took a deep drag and blew a smoke cloud into the faces of the Yagraz delegation.  He wasn’t sure if it would offend them or anger them but honestly he did not care at this point so long as they listened.

“I said that you must walk into a room with them and put a bullet in their head.”

“And I will tell you as I did then,” Quar spoke up, “that such drastic measures were not needed; that killing them would have only made them a martyr.”

“Killing him then would have made him a statistic.” Yuri laughed. “He had a dozen followers then whereas now he has thousands who have an ax to grind.”

“Even so, we are above such barbaric methods to ensure our rule.”

The other Yagraz nodded and murmured their acknowledgement. Yuri shook his head and this endless repetition of the conversation was getting them nowhere. He took one last drag before putting out his cigarette on the table leaving a smear of ash.

“And yet here I am again, with you once more asking me on how to ensure your continued rei-“

“You would do well to-“

In one smooth motion Yuri picked up the weapon on the table and put several rounds through the head and chest of the Yagraz who had interrupted him. The body of the delegate fell backwards over his chair and landed with a wet thud against the floor as the remaining delegates watched in silent horror.

Yuri held the smoking weapon over the table as the dying delegate gasped and coughed globs of purple blood from their mouth. His amusement with this conversation and task was exhausted now and he was quite done with the standard Yagraz bluster.

“I did warn him.” Yuri remarked coldly as he rose to his feet and returned the weapon to its holster within his coat. “As I did all of you all those months ago; but now it is too late.”

“What do you mean?” Quar asked unsteadily.

“My employers sent me here to see if this situation could be salvaged and our investment in your rule secured.”

Yuri looked down at a small droplet of purple blood that had splatter on the sleeve of his coat and tried to rub it off with his fingers, only to further spread the stain and add to his frustrated mood.

“As of this moment all support from my employers will be cut off and you shall be left to your own devices.” He remarked dryly as he gave up trying to clean his coat. “Contrary to the popular notion civil wars are not good for all businesses and my employers require a certain degree of stability which I find sourly lacking here.”

“Please do not be hasty.” Quar spoke as he realized the implications of Yuri’s unseen benefactors withdrawing support could mean for his government. “We can still handle this agitator.”

“Maybe,” Yuri admitted, “but I have seen the path such men have led their people down and I know of the horrors that will follow.”

He looked at them all one last time before turning around and leaving them to their fate.

“You should have killed them when you had the chance” he said over his shoulder.

#humans are space oddities #humans are space orcs #humans are insane #humans are weird #scifi #story #writing #original writing #niqhtlord01 #yuri #image ai #ai generated art

[mikoriin]

Drunken Nights (SyaoSaku NSFW Fic)

so this is actually a couple years old by now, but its a bit i want to insert into my syaosaku fic 'Love Will Be Ours' which you can read here on ao3. i dont know when this would happen, but i felt it in my bones one day back in 2020 and wrote this. its been revised since then, but i hope you all enjoy all the same!

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Drunken Nights (read on ao3)

Pairing: Syaoran Li and Sakura Kinomoto

Media: Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicle

Rating: 18+

Genre: Fantasy, Romance, First Time

Sakura has just been coronated Queen of Clow, promising she will lead her people into a new day where war no longer touches their country's soil, and so the kingdom held a huge party to celebrate their new queen. After celebrating hard, Syaoran leads Sakura to her chambers for the night, however, this time, she asks him to stay with her. Feeling like it would be a betrayal to himself if he said no, Syaoran enters his queen's chambers with her and they find themselves entangled in each other.

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The coronation party was a success. Everyone was dancing, singing, and laughing, drinking to their hearts’ content celebrating the newly crowned queen of Clow. Their armies had pushed back the Celecian troops and the war was going in their favor for the first time. Everyone important attended the party, from dukes and duchesses to the members of the royal court. The only person missing was Yukito, though he had given Sakura his blessings and good word to her the previous day. Even Fei Wong was there for a bit, though Sakura found that he soon disappeared as things started getting especially lively. 

The thing that surprised the queen the most, however, was just how much Syaoran let loose. She watched him open up to Ryuuoh and Tomoyo, laughing and cheering in a way she had never seen. It warmed her heart. She hadn’t felt as giddy as she did at the party than she had before Touya passed away. It was a nice change of pace from all the politics consuming her life. Now, however,  it was late into the evening and Sakura had excused herself to her chambers as the ambassadors and court members drank themselves sick. 

Snickers and giggles echoed in the empty halls of the palace, music just barely audible in the queen’s ears. Her vision was fuzzy and her stomach swirled with butterflies as she held Syaoran’s hand heading to her chambers, just as the two of them would do any other night. Though tonight, the hand-holding was new. 

“Mr. Fai and Mr. Kurogane were so funny tonight.” Sakura said, swaying their hands between them as they walked side by side. “They’re such a duo.”

Syaoran smiled, “Mr. Kurogane is very strong. He seems indifferent or even cold at times, but he cares. He’s very kind, which is another form of strength.”

Sakura felt her heart swell with glee watching Syaoran talk about someone he loved so dearly. She tightened her grip on his hand.

“And you know, he’s never been easy on me, but he’s taken care of me. Ever since my father died, Mr. Kurogane took me in, even when he didn’t have to. There was no benefit for him, undertaking an inexperienced teeanger with no home or direction.” He continued, a genuine smile painted across his face. “He’s a good man.” 

“Mr. Fai is a lot like Mr. Kurogane.” Sakura chimed in. “His attitude is the complete opposite, always joking and laughing. But, at times he seems like he’s in a faraway world. Like he’s dealing with great pain all by himself.”

She clutched her chest, remembering the way she had been coping with her own pain. Shaking her head, thus ridding the thoughts from her mind, she focused back on Fai. “Despite his pain, I think he’s a good man.”

Syaoran listened to her, just as she had listened to him, feeling warmth seeing her talk about someone she cared about so dearly. Eventually they reached the doors to Sakura’s room, the giddy feeling of being together fading, the sad goodbyes of sleep separating them. Sakura opened the large doors, opening the space into her private quarters. Syaoran began to pull his hand away from hers, but Sakura only held on. 

“Your Highness?” He asked.

Sakura stared at the floor. She didn’t want him to go, but she knew it was time to say goodnight. Biting her lip, she trembled, forcing herself to speak her heart’s true desire. “Stay…”

Syaoran blushed at her request, feeling the butterflies dance around his stomach once again. “Your Highness, I…”

“Please.” She looked him in the eyes now, her face beat red and her eyes screaming for a place to hide, yet she stood her ground.

The knight grew soft at the image of her before him, pleading for him to stay the night with her. How could he say no? He nodded, feeling like it would break every bone in his body to refuse her. Sakura beamed at his answer, leading him into her bedroom. He took in the space he had never seen before, Sakura noticing his head turning every which way. Shutting the door behind her, the queen took her place by his side. Her body trembled as she stood next to him awkwardly. He was actually in her room, in her private quarters where only Tomoyo and her own family had previously entered. 

“Your Highness?” Syaoran asked from beside her, noticing her fidgeting. 

Sakura jumped hearing his voice, she was so nervous she didn’t know what to do with herself. “S-sorry...I know I asked you to come in, but now I’m feeling really nervous.” Her cheeks grew hot.

“Do you want me to leave?” He asked.

Sakura shook her head, grabbing onto his sleeve. “No. I’m nervous, but I’d rather have you with me.”

Syaoran smiled. He felt the same. He took her hand in his and brought it to his lips. “If the queen wishes for me to stay with her through the night, then I will do so.”

Sakura’s whole face turned bright red at this. Her eyes darted from the floor to the ceiling. Syaoran then realized what he did, and blushed himself, letting go of her hand. “I-I’m sorry.” He sputtered out. 

The two stood there in silence for a moment, before turning to each other and speaking. 

“I-” 

“We should-”

They spoke at the same time, cutting each other off. They tried again; 

“Maybe-”

“I think-”

Cut off once again. They looked at each other for a moment before bursting out into laughter. This cleared the awkward vibe between them, the both of them gradually becoming comfortable in the shared space. Sakura took a step toward him, closing the gap between them. She gripped his shirt gently, not looking him in the face. “When my brother died...I felt so cold and empty.” She started, her voice a little shaky. 

“Sakura…” Syaoran started, but Sakura hushed him. 

“It’s okay. I’m okay. Because I’m with you.” She looked up into his amber eyes. “When I’m with you, my sadness, loneliness, and anger all seem to fade away. Touya is still on my mind, and sometimes I’ve even tried to push him out. But when I’m with you, Syaoran, I feel like I can properly say goodbye. And he wouldn’t be angry at me for it, because I know he’s ready to go. And I’m ready to rule my kingdom as a queen Clow deserves.” 

Letting go of his shirt, Sakura took his large hand in hers. “And I would like you to stay by my side.” 

Syaoran looked at her wide eyed. He could feel his chest swell and the butterflies dance around his stomach once again. He looked into her jade eyes, seeing every emotion she was feeling in them. He smiled and leaned his forehead onto hers, bringing his pinky finger up between them. “It’s a promise.” He said. 

Sakura blushed at being so close. She brought her pinky to his, locking their fingers together, sealing the oath between them. They stared into each other’s eyes for a long time, feeling everything at once. Then, Sakura did something neither of them expected, bringing her face closer and closer to his until their lips touched. It lasted only a second, but it was soft and tender. Sakura must have realized what she had done, the panic showing on her face. 

“I’m...I’m so-” Sakura stuttered, not able to finish her sentence. 

Syaoran brought a gentle hand to caress her cheek, cupping her white face in his large palm. He brought his face closer to hers now, their lips brought back together. The kiss was gentle, soft, and warm. He broke the kiss, looking at Sakura again. They stared into each other, the sound of their heartbeats the only thing to be heard. They came closer once again, melting into each other as they kissed. Sakura wrapped her arms around Syaoran’s neck as he cupped her lower back, pressing her entire body against his. 

Sakura moaned slightly into his mouth, the sound driving him crazy. He parted their lips, breathing heavily. Sakura’s eyes were slit open, a hazy look on her face. He bit his lip looking at her, his cheeks changing in color. She was too cute, he wanted her to be his, he wanted all of her. He kissed her again, then her cheek, her eye, and moved to her ear. Sakura yelped at the contact. Syaoran quickly retracted his head. “I’m so sorry! Was that too much?” He asked frantically.

Sakura shook her head. “I’m sorry, I was just surprised.” She ran her fingers through his shaggy hair. “If it’s you, Syaoran, you can kiss me anywhere.”

Syaoran’s heart almost burst out of his chest hearing those words. He wanted to kiss anywhere and everywhere. Wanting to hold her and be one with her. Every bone in his body was screaming at him that this was wrong, that they shouldn't be doing something like this, but at the same time he didn’t care. Maybe it was the wine, maybe it was the simultaneous beating of their hearts, or maybe it was the fact that he was giving in to a long time desire. Syaoran leaned back into her skin, kissing on her lips again ever so gently. He couldn’t get enough of them, the way they molded into his, their softness, their glossy shine when he pulled away. 

Syaoran continued to kiss her, Sakura accepting every one. He moved down to her neck, kissing along her throat, her collarbone, and her shoulders. 

 “Syaoran…” Sakura whispered in a small voice, her vulnerability so loud in that little tone. 

This was like flicking a switch in Syaoran’s brain. He grabbed her shoulders and pushed her back gently against the wall. He kissed her again, but this time his tongue slid between the folds of Sakura’s lips. She was surprised at first, but Sakura quickly melted back into the sensation of her knight, allowing their tongues to touch and swirl around each other. She felt her legs shake, her hands gripping the sleeves of Syaoran’s white shirt. Syaoran cupped her face as they kissed, the passionate heat of the moment making a lewd voice leave Sakura’s throat. 

Syaoran pulled away quickly, his face completely red. He looked at Sakura’s face in a complete flush, the queen herself covering her mouth. She seemed so embarrassed, but Syaoran was the one who was feeling shame. He had gotten that out of her, and now after hearing it he felt a fire in his lower abdomen. He pulled back, putting distance between the two of them.

“Syaoran?” Sakura asked, a little nervous that she had scared him away.

Syaoran blushed deeply and stood awkwardly to try and hide the very obvious bulge in his pants. He felt so ashamed that he would think dirty thoughts about his queen, the one he has sworn his life to. Sakura seemed to notice because a quiet oh filled their silence. 

Sakura bit her lip. She was also feeling something she wasn’t used to. Sure, she had felt it before, and had even had nights where it wouldn't go away until she took care of it. But this feeling was different and intense . She wanted him. But she had never been so intimate with anyone before, and she certainly didn’t want to force herself on him. Sakura looked back up at her knight, realizing he was doing the same as she. She thought about the way he kissed her, soft and slow, deep and passionate. He wanted her too. 

She took a step closer to him, closing the gap between them. She took his face in her hands and pulled him down to meet her lips, kissing him hard.

“Your Highness, we…” Syaoran gasped once their lips parted, his voice a hoarse whisper. 

Sakura kissed him again, this time soft and slow. She pushed him back until he was resting on the wall opposite the side she came from. Parting their lips, she looked at him with glossy eyes. “It’s okay. We’re okay. If it’s us, there’s no wrong answer.” She said,

Syaoran bit his lip, but the look in her eyes swayed him. He nodded and leaned in for another kiss. Sakura accepted it, their tongues clashing again. She let her hands wander now, down his neck to his chest, and down his abdomen. Syaoran flinched when she reached his groin. She cupped the hard bulge in his pants, a moan escaping the knight despite his best efforts. Hearing such a noise come from her beloved made Sakura’s legs weak, feeling a pulsating sensation between her thighs. She grazed her hand over the bulge, tucking her fingers between his pants and his hips. Unbuttoning his front, she shimmied the pants down his hips. His dick sprung out once it was free, the cool air from the room touching his sensitive skin, making Syaoran shiver. 

Sakura took in a breath upon seeing it for the first time. She had never seen one in person before, only read about them and seen them in anatomy studies, and now she was looking at her special person’s. She looked at Syaoran, his face was beat red and his breathing was rigid. He looked at her then, their eyes meeting. Sakura began to gently run her hand up and down the base of his dick. This made the knight moan. Sakura almost squealed at hearing such a noise coming from him, it made her feel a strange sense of pride and embarrassment at the same time. She kissed him, her hand still stroking his shaft. Syaoran practically drooled at the contact, letting his noises into her mouth.

Sakura was going to go crazy, he was being so vocal, something she hadn’t expected, and it turned her on. She broke their kiss, leaning her forehead on his shoulder, her free hand traveling in between her thighs. Her fingers pressed into her dress, running circles into her clit. She moaned now, letting the lewd sound leave her mouth. Syaoran must have noticed because he went silent and watched her. The queen could feel his erection get harder in her hand, precum leaking from the tip. 

“Sakura…” His low, hoarse voice made Sakura want to touch herself more.

Syaoran then grabbed her hands with his, bringing her sticky hand to his lips and kissing her fingers, a sight that could’ve made Sakura explode. He stared at her with fiery eyes, a look he had never given her before, and began to lead her to her bed. He gently pushed her down onto her soft, silk sheets, laying on top of her and kissing her once again. Sakura wrapped her arms around him, pressing her tongue into his mouth. She felt herself tingle and become even more wet as the time went on. 

The knight broke the kiss, leaving Sakura whining. She felt embarrassed, but felt that her entire body wanted him, needed him. Syaoran kissed down her chin and neck, her collarbone and the top of her chest. He pulled the top of her dress down to reveal those little, plump breasts. Bringing his large hands to touch the soft skin around her nipple, squeezing a bit. Sakura breathed heavily watching him play with her bosom, throwing her head back when he pinched her pink nipple.

“Ah~” She moaned.

Syaoran continued to touch her breasts, bringing his tongue to caress the hard flesh that seemed to be asking for his attention. Sakura mewed at the sensation, feeling the flesh between her thighs pulsate, screaming and begging to be touched. “Syaoran...please..” She cried.

The knight took his cue, snaking his arms around Sakura’s thighs and up her dress. He grazed his gentle hand up her leg, finding the fabric of her panties. Sliding soft fingers between her skin and the underwear, Syaoran pulled his queen’s panties down and off her legs, tossing them to the side. He propped her up on the bed more, placing her legs over his shoulders. Sakura was breathing heavily with anticipation, her body trembling as her fingers wrapped around the skirt of her silky dress. She almost moaned just from the feeling of the fabric caressing her creamy skin.

Syaoran slid his head down her thighs, taking in her aroma. Taking in her scent was like awakening a beast inside him, he wanted to devour every inch of her.

Then, his attention fixated on a small little mark on her inner thigh. It was a fleshy pink color, standing out among her otherwise porcelain skin. He focused on it for a moment, only taking his mind off of it when Sakura asked if anything was wrong. “Syaoran?” She asked.

He said nothing, but instead buried his head into her thighs, licking the wet flesh. Sakura cried out in pleasure, clenching her thighs around his head. Syaoran began to lick and swirl his tongue between her folds, hearing the girl in his arms moan above him. His mouth left her vulva for a moment, a string of fluid connected his lips to her skin. He then went for her clit, taking the small ball of nerves into his mouth. Sakura cried and whimpered as Syaoran sucked on her and massaged her inner thighs, playing with the squishy flesh in his hand. 

Sakura breathed heavily, feeling his tongue go over her clit a little too roughly. She yelped, “Syaoran, wait wait!”

Syaoran’s head shot up from between her thighs, taking her hand in his. “I’m sorry, was I too rough?” He asked, genuine concern in his voice. 

Taking a second to calm herself down, Sakura gave him the go ahead to continue, with a reminder to be a bit more gentle. Syaoran noted this in his mind, gliding his tongue over her once again. Feeling her legs relax at the sensation of all of her nerves being touched, Sakura brought her legs away from her knight’s head. They stayed like that for a bit, Syaoran tasting every bit of her. Everywhere he licked sent tingles up Skaura’s spine, a fire being lit in her body. Syaoran began to massage her entrance, hearing her moan and whimper made his heart beat with every noise that came out of her mouth. 

“May I?” He asked, prodding her with his finger. 

“Please do.” She breathed out in response, feeling his index finger enter her.

She bit her lip as his slender finger slid inside her, the sensation setting her entire body ablaze. Syaoran brought his mouth back to her clit, licking it gently, watching her responses to his actions. He could feel her loosen around his finger as he licked around her folds.

“May I add another?” He asked, his voice eager.

Sakura agreed, clenching the sheets of her bed when he inserted a second finger. He pumped them into her, feeling around to find her sweet spot. She jolted when his finger grazed a certain area inside her, biting her lip so she wouldn’t be too loud. Hearing her response, Syaoran decided he would massage that spot a little more, sending lightning bolts up her body. 

“Syaoran-!” Sakura cried out, feeling pleasure overtake her body.

Syaoran gently licked Sakura’s clit while stroking that spot, Sakura’s squirming under him. Her body began to shake and her hips were grinding against his mouth. She let out little moans, tears forming in the corners of her eyes. She never thought something could feel this good, and felt like she was going to explode, the spot between her thighs becoming drenched in her own fluids. Syaoran moaned against her, sending vibrations along the folds of her pussy. Sakura moaned into the empty space of the room, her voice echoing off the walls of her chambers, surely if someone were to walk by they would hear her. 

Syaoran laughed a little to himself, feeling confident that he was able to make her feel this way. He continued to finger her, rubbing circles into the spot that seemed to be her favorite, the sound of her moans turning him on. He wanted to touch himself, but pleasing his queen and holding her thighs around his face was much more important. 

“Syaoran, I'm gonna…” Sakura whispered, feeling her body tremble. 

Syaoran used what little time he had left to really pump his fingers into her, watching her to see if this is what pleased her. Sakura moaned, and bucked her hips against his hand which was soaked in her juices. He went for her clit one more time, the notes in his brain reminding him she really liked this spot touched. He swirled his wet tongue over the ball, taking it into his mouth and sucking. This sent Sakura over the edge, and she felt herself cum, calling out her knight’s name. Syaoran took his fingers out of her, licking up her entrance, cleaning up her mess. The queen’s legs were trembling as she threw her arms over her eyes, breathing as if she had just run a marathon. 

Syaoran finally pulled his lips away from her, licking his lips and fingers, making sure to taste her everywhere he touched. Satisfied with his clean up, he brought his head up to meet her eyes, but he found them closed. She had fallen asleep. He smiled, seeing her contented face made his heart warm. Gently, he pulled her legs off of his shoulders and maneuvered around her to pick her up bridal style. She squirmed a bit in his arms, but Syaoran’s touch was gentle and warm as he held her against his body. He carried her to the head of the bed, tucking her into her sheets. She smiled and cuddled her pillow in her sleep. Syaoran knelt down to kiss her on the forehead. 

“Goodnight, my queen.” He whispered, nuzzling his face into her hair before leaving her bedside and her quarters, letting her sleep her drunken haze away. 

#tsubasa reservoir chronicle #tsubasa chronicle #CLAMP #manga #anime #syaosaku #syaoran li #syaoran (tsubasa) #sakura kinomoto #princess sakura #fanfiction #fanfic #ao3 fanfic #romance #m/f romance #smut #alternate universe #fantasy au

[eijakushingomel]

#3 Pokemon x The Ember Knight

•Probably sets in the current timeline of The Ember Knight.

• There were special forces in the Western Kingdom called the Knights, created from the medieval time and still ongoing. Basically, like the knights in The Ember Knight, but only with Pokemon and modern timeline.

• Najin, Lauzun, Luzian, and Tyr joined in, obviously. Nagyunn wanted to go on a journey, but he's poor, so he landed some job as a professor's helper, and he got it because he's super smart. Also because it was Fadiyan who took him in.

• Fadiyan was a former Knight before she retired and became a traveling professor, bringing Nagyunn with her.

• Each of the Woodion's apprentices got their starters by themselves when they were young. Since Woodion was a small village and technology wasn't so modern yet, most people there got their partners straight from the wild.

° Luzian wrestled with her soon-to-be Oshawott and won. She was drenched for a whole week.

° Tyr fed a Meowth once and it chose him to be its partner.

° Lauzun's Axew was a gift and he took care of it since it was still an egg.

° Nags found an injured Fennekin and helped her.

° Najin tried to scare off the same Torchic that had been stealing their food. It backfired, and they both were a crying mess until Nags intervened.

• The pokeballs were constructed of wood (apricorns and tumblestones), ya know, since they lived in old days. The creation of pokeballs made of apricorns was quite hard, especially in a small village like Woodion. So people tend to have one pokeball - one partner thingy.

•There were also beliefs about why everyone tends to get one pokeball other than it being totally expensive. For example, there was a belief that the first pokemon one got will affect greatly of the said person's future and their personalities. Which was why kids often only befriended the wild pokemon they met and only caught them after they were older and certain of their choice. This, of course, implies to the Woodian's apprentices and Nagyunn. Although Lauzun gotten Axew since he was very young due to private reasons.

° Luzian had a Netball, very expensive, and the last gift from her dad before he passed away. It's totally for content and not because I wanted a pokeball matched her hair colour.

° Lyamin had a Moonball. Laurun had an Ultraball.

° Wadrin got a Quickball. Also, it's not because blue and yellow pokeball fits him better.

° Masterball did not exist yet in this timeline, but Regia may or may not create it sometime in the future.

° Both Jiroon and Ludika got a Healball for their partners. Jiroon's Kirlia was a female, fyi.

° Quaring caught her Mawile by accident while it was sleeping using Dreamball. She never let Mawile go despite she didn't want it in fear it might attack her once it was free. Somehow, they bonded, though.

• Each pokemon had their own personalities. Najin's Combusken (Kē) acted tough but quick a soft hearted fellow. Nags' Fennekin (Fō) was regal and composed most of the time.

• Most of the apprentices' partners evolved during the war between the Eastern and Western Kingdom.

° Tyr's Meowth (Mian) evolved after he fought his sister's Persian.

° Wadrin's Pikachu (Peron) never evolved, though.

° Nags' Fō evolved to Braixen after they battled against Regia's Reuniclus. For whatever reason, Regia took interest in them and challenged them.

° Najin's Kē evolved to Blaziken after their battle against Laurun's Haxorus.

° Due to the fact they came from the same evolution line, Fō was quite close with Ludika's Delphox. They became even closer after she evolved to Braixen.

° Like its trainer, Zuis' Lucario was the observer in the group. Unlike its trainer who was weaker than the Knights, Lucario was strong like any other of its kind. But it was often seen laidback or simply be the referee in battles.

° Fidorance's Arcanine had numerous scars all over its body. His Arcanine was a standard war animal, yet it was often used as emotional support to those who were in need. I guess I just want to put some resemblement between Fidorance and Arcanine in emotional and personality ways.

° Previously, Bishorp didn't belong to Waron yet. It belonged to her old friend before she passed away. Waron never stated Bishorp was hers despite holding its pokeball. It often did its own thing and never bothered Waron unless there was some battling. Waron never commanded it to do something. It joining Waron in battle was its own will.

° Why am I making this when I haven't finished reading The Ember Knight yet?

Darn.

I'm so hooked up in this.

Might as well make some shorts. No promise, tho.

Anyway, any idea what Crimson Hippo Hinsher's pokemon might be? What about Candentia? Or Daljan? Or the Mother of Dragon?

Oh my gosh why am I so into this?

#the ember knight #nagyunn #najin #qilin #fidorance #lauzun #myusa #luzian #wadrin #tyr #pokemon

[wolfliving]

"Fun Palaces," then and now

In 1961 Joan Littlewood and Cedric Price designed a Fun Palace building – a ‘laboratory of fun’. They imagined a building linked through technology to other spaces, accessible to those who wouldn’t normally go to arts venues or great centres of learning. Joan said, “I do really believe in the community. I really do believe in the genius in every person. And I’ve heard that greatness come out of them, that great thing which is in people.”

The original design said:

“Choose what you want to do – or watch someone else doing it. Learn how to handle tools, paint, babies, machinery, or just listen to your favourite tune. Dance, talk or be lifted up to where you can see how other people make things work. Sit out over space with a drink and tune in to what’s happening elsewhere in the city. Try starting a riot or beginning a painting – or just lie back and stare at the sky.”

Unfortunately that ideal space was never created, although there were a few incarnations of potential Fun Palaces, Joan’s Stratford Fair in 1975 among them. In 2013 we re-imagined Fun Palaces as a space that any of us could create, wherever we live – championing more equitable uses of the under-used buildings and spaces we already have and genuinely community-led. There’s a blog about how our version started here.

This first imagining was simply as a celebration of Joan’s centenary – what we didn’t know in 2013 was how many people would be excited by this idea and how many communities would take it on and make it their own, helping us grow it into a campaign for cultural democracy and the annual Weekend of Celebration it has become – local people sharing skills, creating tiny revolutions of connection.

Stanley Mathews has a great piece about the original Fun Palace design here.

Joan Littlewood, Theatre Director (1914-2002)

Joan was born in South London on 6 October 1914, she died in 2002. At eighteen she won a scholarship to RADA and, having left drama school early, she walked from London to (almost) Manchester to get away from the constraints of 1930s London theatre. In Manchester she met Ewan MacColl. They worked with actors and writers, making dynamic and provocative work. Following political activism during the Spanish Civil War and WW2, the company reformed as Theatre Workshop. In 1946, they were invited by Ruth Pennyman to live and work from Ormesby Hall, which they did for eighteen months. The company toured and worked together, developing the Laban-based movement work and ensemble that became their hallmark. At the end of 1952 the company decided to return to a settled base. MacColl chose to stay in the north, Theatre Workshop moved to Stratford.

The Theatre Royal Stratford East was a dilapidated palace of varieties when Littlewood and her partner Gerry Raffles took it over in January 1953. The company renovated the building and Joan’s great causes – community and political theatre, improvisation, the working class language, the inclusion of children – helped change the face of British theatre.

She had numerous hits, most notably Oh! What A Lovely War, Fings Ain’t What They Used To Be and A Taste of Honey. Her production of Brendan Behan’s The Quare Fellow brought Behan international acclaim. Joan worked with many artists at the start of their careers, people who later became household names including Barbara Windsor, Harry H Corbett, Lionel Bart, Victor Spinelli and Murray Melvin....

[seconds-not-decades]

Step {Back} In Time

Pairing: Five Hargreeves x Fem! OC

Author's Note: Hello and welcome. This is my season two fic (and sequel to Time and Chase). I will be posting daily. *Please note that I am well aware that Elliot Page portrays Viktor, but due to season two being before his transition, that is why his character is still Vanya. I am not deadnaming him and I sincerely hope I don't come across as such. I will transition when I write season three.*

Warnings: Slightly long post, and cursing.

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A Light Supper

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On April the 1st, 2019, the Earth was destroyed in a cataclysmic event.

Billions of people were wiped out in a matter of minutes.

Ironically, the seven survivors of the apocalypse were the very family members who brought it on.

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Lila was still struggling beneath Five's foot, grunting loudly and gasping.

"You've got a good nose," the Handler continued.

"You know, planting her in a psych ward, taking advantage of my simpleton brother, that was smart," Five retorted.

"Well, the apple doesn't fall far from the tree," the Handler casually stated. Lila was choking softly now.

Karina and Five's heads snapped up, staring at the Handler. "She's your-" Karina began.

"Daughter. Yes," the Handler finished for her. "And she's my only one, so I'd appreciate it if your oh so beloved husband didn't crush her windpipe."

Lila gasped, grunting for air. Five hesitated for a second before he removed his foot and Lila cried out, panting as she got to her feet.

"I am so going to enjoy killing you two someday," she hissed dangerously.

Five and Karina eyed her nonchalantly.

"Lila, darling, would you give us a minute, please?" the Handler requested.

"Yes, the grown-ups need to talk," Five added smugly.

The Handler gave her a soft smile and Five was grinning sarcastically. Karina gave a little wave of her fingers as Lila rolled her eyes. She stalked off, smacking a scrap of something off a box and making it clatter loudly onto the ground.

"What is it you want?" Five asked once it was just the three of them.

"Do you like jazz, Five? Karina?" the Handler was casual.

"I'd rather lick a cheese grater," he remarked instantly.

"Aww. Jazz is like a beautiful woman," the Handler circled around them. She was studying Karina. "Take your lovely Mrs. Hargreeves. Jazz is like your wife. Complex, emotional, hard to please. She doesn't just give it to you. She makes you work for it."

"Instead of comparing my wife to a stripper in front of me; I'm really hoping that you're going somewhere with this," Five wrapped an arm around Karina, pulling her flush to his side.

"Under my leadership, the Commission would sound more like…" the Handler lowered her voice to a whisper. "Jazz." She hummed a soft jazz rhythm.

"And what about the board of directors?" Karina crossed her arms.

"Well, that's where you two come in!" the Handler bopped her on the nose and Karina swatted her hand away.

"Nope. No, it isn't!" Five automatically piped up.

"In exchange for the assassination of the board, I'm willing to get you and your family out of this timeline and back to 2019 where you belong," the Handler proposed.

"And what about World War III that's due to kick off in just a few days?" Five watched her closely.

"Once you, your wife, and your siblings are gone, that goes away."

"And the apocalypse when we get back to 2019?" Karina added.

"That too."

"I distinctly remember you telling me that that apocalypse had to happen, that it was supposed to happen," Five shot.

"Back then I was toeing the company line, but once I'm in charge…" the Handler mimicked another jazz tune. "The three of us…we can riff…" She danced around, nudging the two of them.

"Jazz," Five and Karina muttered thoughtfully.

"Exactly," the Handler grinned, going back to standing in front of them.

Five walked off, running a hand through his hair.

"What about the board of directors, hmm? I mean, nobody knows who they are," Karina pointed out.

"Correct," the Handler responded. "But once every fiscal quarter, they get together for a board meeting."

"Where?" the couple questioned at the same time.

"The question is when. They meet somewhere in the timeline but never in the same place twice. The exact location and date of these board meetings is the most closely-guarded secret in the Commission," she answered.

"But you know where it's gonna be, don't you?" Five assumed.

"Would I be any good at what I do if I didn't?"

Five and Karina exchanged a glance as he leaned back on the table. He crossed his arms and she bit her lip thoughtfully. The Handler was smiling down at them.

"We need some time to think about it," Five announced, standing up.

"Fine," the Handler watched the two walk off. "But remember, doomsday's right around the corner, and the way things are going, I'm your only option."

They scoffed softly.

"Not yet you aren't," Five spoke over his shoulder.

And with that, he blinked them out.

~ * ~

Five and Karina were standing in front of the hotel. He looked down at the two invitations they received from Sir Reginald.

"This feels like a set up," Karina commented as they went inside.

"We'll see," Five returned. He sighed. "I'm just wondering how he knew about you."

"Perhaps he caught a glimpse of us together at the consulate and has a good memory."

He sighed, pressing a button for the elevator. "I'm not too thrilled to have him meet you, no matter what decade we're in but, I suppose I was delaying the inevitable."

"I always figured we'd never formally and properly meet each other's parents," Karina blankly stared ahead.

Five grimaced from that, not missing the uncharacteristic bitterness in her unusual sharp tone. "Your mother," he very quietly began. "You miss her, don't you?"

"Of course I do. Every day," Karina replied tightly, swallowing hard to stop her tears from appearing.

He nodded wordlessly, letting his fingers lace around hers and give her hand a loving squeeze. The elevator dinged and the doors slid open. The two went in, exhaling slowly. Five pressed the button to their designated floor. The doors began to slide closed.

Just then, Diego appeared and stopped the doors. "Wait up."

Footsteps sounded from the hall and Allison came in next. "Hold it."

"Hey, everyone," Klaus came next with Vanya.

"Excuse me," Luther rounded up the group.

Five smirked triumphantly, his arm around Karina's waist. "Good. We're all here."

The elevator dinged and the doors closed. Halfway up the floors, Luther grunted softly and everyone unluckily breathed in.

"Oh…" Allison wrinkled her nose.

"Oof!" Five, Vanya, and Karina coughed.

"Luther!" Klaus scolded.

"Oh, my God," Karina almost choked.

"Sorry, I'm nervous," Luther apologized.

The elevator dinged and everyone escaped the elevator at once, muttering in disgust.

"Nasty. I'm choking! None of that," came the complaints.

They all stepped into a tiki themed lounge. Island music played softly over speakers.

"All right, when Dad gets here, I'll do the talking, okay?" Five spoke.

"Got a few questions for him myself," Diego cut in.

"Hey, we don't wanna scare him off, alright? He might be able to help us stop doomsday, get us home."

"No, Five, we need to figure out why he's planning to kill the president."

"This is a matter of life and death, you imbecile!"

"Okay, yeah, maybe you all should take turns talking," Karina suggested quickly.

"Yeah? Here, whoever has got this conch shell gets to talk," Vanya agreed, walking back to the table with the shell.

"Vanya, we don't have time for a debate, okay?" Five sighed.

"Maybe I should lead. We all know I'm a better public speaker than the rest," Allison announced boldly as she took the shell.

"Okay, Daddy's girl," Diego remarked.

"Oh, jealous, Number Two?"

"Hey, no more numbers. No more bullshit. We're Team Zero. We're all Team Zero," he went over to her.

"Uh, Diego?" Luther piped up, already sitting down at the table. "You don't have the conch."

Diego flashed a small, sarcastic smile before he grabbed the shell and threw it at the wall, shattering it.

"Classic," Allison sighed flatly.

The back door crashed open as Sir Reginald Hargreeves himself stalked in. Everyone fell silent in a heartbeat. He went over to his place at the table as everyone formally sat down.

"Not only have you burglarized my lab, set my chimp loose, conned your way into the Mexican consulate, repeatedly stalked and attacked me, but you have, on numerous occasions, called me-" he broke off as Klaus pulled back a chair and grunted softly when he plopped down next to him.

"Hey, Pop. How's it hangin'?" he casually greeted.

Sir Reginald eyed him warily. "…'Dad'. My reconnaissance tells me you're not CIA, not KGB, certainly not MI5, so…who are you?"

Everyone opened their mouths as if to speak, but no words came out as they closed their mouths respectively.

"We're your children, except one of us is your daughter-in-law," Five answered, subtly nodding his head to Karina next to him. "We're from the future. In 1989, you adopted us all and trained us to fight against the end of the world. Called us the Umbrella Academy."

"Why on earth would I adopt six-"

"Seven," Allison corrected him. "One of us isn't here."

"Dead," Diego lowly added. "One of us is dead."

"Dead, yes, but I'm here," Ben was sitting behind Klaus. "Klaus! Tell them I'm here!"

"Yeah, ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba!" he shushed over him dismissively. "Enough of that now."

Sir Reginald eyed him. "Regardless, what would possess me to adopt seven ill-mannered malcontents? More or less possess you to marry one of these ill-mannered malcontents?" he glanced at Karina for that one.

"We all have special abilities," Five leaned forward defensively before she could answer.

"Special? In what sense?" Sir Reginald questioned.

"In the superpower sense," Luther responded slowly.

"Called me old-fashioned, but I'm a stickler for a pesky little thing called evidence," Sir Reginald nearly demanded and everyone shared a hesitant, exasperated look. "Show me."

"Everybody wants to see powers all of a sudden," Allison scoffed sarcastically, taking a sip of her drink.

"We're not circus animals, okay? We're not gonna bounce balls on our noses and clap our hands like seals for your amusement," Luther remarked.

Diego unsheathed a knife casually and let it fly, arching around Sir Reginald's head. It loudly thudded against a wall.

"What are you writing?" Karina noticed him scribbling something in his notebook and everyone tried to peek at the pages.

"You are zero for two, young man," Sir Reginald ignored her question.

Allison sputtered on her drink and Diego shot to his feet, about to tackle him. Five blinked out and reappeared in front of him, holding him back.

"Stop!" Five whispered harshly and Karina gave the two a warning glare.

"Now that is interesting," Sir Reginald was thoughtful.

Five sighed. "All right, uh, quick rundown. Luther: super strength. Klaus can commune with the dead. Allison can rumor anyone to do anything." He sat back down next to Karina.

"Except she never uses it," Diego fired back, sitting down as well.

"Oho, you're on a roll today," Karina commented sassily, swirling her margarita around.

"I heard a rumor you punched yourself in the face," Allison looked at Diego.

"Aah!" he yelled when his fist collided with his face. Five turned to Sir Reginald and acknowledged him with his hand.

Diego groaned and held his nose. "Damn it!"

Allison casually slurped her drink.

"And you?" Sir Reginald looked at Vanya.

"Uh, maybe we don't take Vanya for a test run," Luther immediately said.

"Oh, yeah, that's probably not a good idea," Klaus agreed, slipping down in his chair some.

"Yeah."

Vanya sat up, determined to give it a shot. "It's fine. I can handle it."

"Handle it?" Allison echoed.

"Last time you handled it, you definitely blew up the moon. No! Vanya, don't!" came the overlapping protests from Allison, Luther, and Five.

She picked up her fork and clinked it against the glass. A high-pitched tone resonated, sending fruit smashing into everyone as they jerked back in their chairs. Everyone sighed and tried to wipe themselves off.

"This is my favorite shirt," Klaus complained.

"Oops," Vanya shyly looked down with a rather satisfied smile.

"That was impressive," Luther commented.

"Look, we know that you're involved in a plot to assassinate the president," Diego got everyone back on track, standing up.

Everyone eyed him in exasperation.

"You were recently hospitalized, isn't that correct? You still appear to be suffering from delusions of grandeur and acute paranoia," Sir Reginald stared at him.

"Am I? Explain this," Diego pulled out a photograph and set it down in front of him. "That's you. That's two days from now on the grassy knoll at the exact spot the president's gonna get shot."

Sir Reginald gently took the photo and studied it. "Well…I suppose you've solved it." He put the photo down. "You've single-handedly unearthed my nefarious plot. Is that what you want to hear? You fancy yourself a do-gooder? The last good man who will save us from our descent into corruption and conspiracy? This is a fantastic delusion. The sad reality is that you're a desperate man, tragically unaware of his own insignificance, desperately clinging to his own ineffectual reasoning. More succinctly, a man in over his head."

"Y-You're wr-wrong," Diego stuttered out weakly.

Everyone was dead silent from that, hesitating to speak or move. Five noticed Karina shift in her chair and he took her hand beneath the table, squeezing it.

"Look, forget about the president," Karina got the attention off of poor Diego.

"We have a catastrophic war coming in five days," Five chimed in. "We need to figure out how to stop it."

"War? Men will always be at war with each other," Sir Reginald remarked.

"No, this isn't just some war. I'm talking about a doomsday. The end of the world."

"Well…you're the special ones, aren't you? Why don't you band together and do something about it?"

Everyone hopelessly stared at the man in disbelief and agony.

"All right. Screw it!" Ben shot up from the table he was at and launched himself into Klaus's body.

Klaus grunted and let out choked gasped, shaking violently with his arms thrown up in the air.

"Is he having a seizure?" Allison was staring at him.

"Overdosing probably," Diego muttered flatly.

"Should we do something?" Karina whispered to Five.

Klaus was shuddering and grunting, causing everyone to stare at him now.

"Klaus!" Five whispered harshly. "Now is not the time! What are you doing?!"

Klaus turned to Sir Reginald. "I'm…" he distortedly gurgled.

"Out with it, boy!" Sir Reginald demanded impatiently.

"…Ben!" Ben managed to choke out before he fell out of Klaus's body.

Klaus himself gasped, collapsing to the floor and panting. He shuddered from the aftermath.

Sir Reginald slowly turned to the others. "Well…" He gathered up his belongings. "Thank you for coming. I've seen about enough." He got to his feet and stepped over Klaus carefully.

"No, I-" Luther stopped himself. He suddenly pounded on the table and shot to his feet, ripping his shirt open to reveal his half-ape body. "Look at what you did to me. Look at it!" he shouted.

Allison choked on her drink.

"Oh, shit. Why?" Five flopped back in his chair in disgusted mortification.

Vanya looked shocked and confused as Karina just took a long drink, thinking that her in-laws were all insane.

Sir Reginald looked at Luther before turning to Five and Karina. "You in the culottes, along with the blonde clinging to your side." He pointed to them and they looked up at him. "A word, in private?" He pointed towards the bar.

Fearing the worst, Five slowly got up and helped Karina to her feet before they followed Sir Reginald to the bar. The rest of the family grudgingly filed out, leaving the three of them to freely speak in peace.

"You two seem to be the sensible ones of the bunch. Even though you speak rather out of tongue for a young girl as yourself," Sir Reginald eyed Karina evenly.

"That's because we're the oldest and she can handle her own," Five returned. "You know, technically, we're older than you right now."

"Cognac?" Sir Reginald offered.

"Just a smidge," Five replied and Karina nodded.

"The other night you quoted Homer at me. Why?"

"You forced us all to learn it as kids. In the original Greek, no less," Five explained.

The bartender poured the three their drinks and they acknowledged one another with their glasses before taking a sip.

"Mmm," Five hummed. "This world ends in five days if we don't get out of the timeline."

"Worlds end. Paleozoic, Jurassic, and so on," Sir Reginald returned.

Five instantly shook his head and put his glass down. "We can do something about this one."

"Man's greatest flaw: the illusion of control."

"We need your help. All right?" Karina put in. "You're our last sane option."

"Otherwise, we gotta make a deal that we really don't wanna make," Five admitted. "What do you know about time travel?"

"In theory?"

"In practice."

"I know it's akin to descending blindly into the depths of freezing waters and reappearing-"

"As an acorn," Five interrupted him knowingly. "Yeah."

"What transpired when you tried traveling before?"

"I botched it."

"How?"

"I jumped too far forward, got stuck in the future for 45 years in an apocalypse. Then I jumped too far backwards…except this time I brought my entire family with me," Five briefly summed up.

"Maybe your appetite is disproportionate to the size of your abilities," Sir Reginald reasoned. "Start small. Seconds, not decades."

"Seconds?" Five echoed in disbelief.

"Mmm."

"Look, no offense, but I need a bit more time for what I'm trying to accomplish."

"So much can change in a matter of seconds. One could overthrow an empire. One could fall in love, as you obviously have and might I add she is very suited for you," Sir Reginald glanced to Karina. "An acorn doesn't become an oak overnight."

"I was really hoping you had more than that," Five admitted disappointedly.

"I'm sorry I can't be of more help."

"I'm sorry, too," Five looked down. "I gave you such a hard time as a kid. I didn't know any better."

"Hmm. No skin off my teeth, old man," Sir Reginald returned and sipped some more of his drink.

Five sighed and shook his head. He and Karina grabbed their glasses, downing their whole drinks.

Lord knows they'd need it.

~ * ~

Five and Karina arrived at the green double doors of the rather fancy and elegant hotel. Five knocked and the doors dramatically swung open to reveal The Handler.

"Ah! Just in time for a nightcap!" she beamed when she saw them. She strolled off.

Five reluctantly made his way into the room and Karina waited a few seconds. She sighed, forcing herself to join his side.

The Handler stated making the three drinks as Five glanced around before closing the doors. The cocktail shaker sloshed for a moment before liquid poured. A cigarette lighter clicked open.

"To be clear," Five turned to face the Handler, who had two cocktails in her hands for the couple. "We take out the board-" He sighed. "-You get me, my wife, and my family home."

"No more doomsday, no more apocalypse. Is that correct?" Karina coldly finished.

"That's the deal," the Handler laid across the bed, looking at the two.

Five and Karina exchanged a look of resignation.

"Then we're in."

"I'm holding you to that. Because last few times your deals have been real shitty," Karina seethed.

"Feisty aren't we? Might want to save the fire for the mission," the Handler breezily advised.

Karina's jaw clenched. "Your missions are even worse."

"Oh, you hold such meaningless grudges. That was once all right? I admit, it was a bad move on my behalf, but, you got what I needed and that was that. Never had to be sent out again," the Handler returned, giving her a sharp dagger. "Besides, you're older and wiser and stronger and oh, not to mention: with someone. You won't be alone this time, Karina."

"Being older and smarter and stronger was never the problem," she quietly bit out, evenly looking at the Handler.

Five didn't like the direction this conversation was going and he wondered what exactly they were sparring about.

"It's in your past, doll. You've moved on to bigger and better things, such as this," the Handler held up a piece of paper containing the location and time of the board meeting.

Five hesitatingly plucked the paper from her fingers and the two read the address. He glanced up at the Handler blankly and heaved a breath.

~ * ~

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[theressomethinghappeninginparis]

Transcript of the first and second page:

From all that I gathered of the Grand Masters, almost all known names have an according biography. Or at least the have been mentioned by another Grand Master or other source in history. The few no one ever bothered writing down are the ones I've been asking the internet to help me out with, but, as you can see, I am nowhere closer to an answer. Someone pointed out that two of these guys' last names start with L and V, and this could be *tinfoil alarm* short or Lux Veritatis. Perhaps they were not members during the highest time of the Templars but rather the aftermath. I took a look into the history of the order to find more about the group rather than the individuals.

The name of the Knight's Templars was "poor fellow soldiers of Christ and the Temple of Solomon" which was long as heck and is not as remembered today. Their signature look instead is.- a red, thick cross with serifs on each end and quare in size. They were Christians with two main tasks set upon themselves:

to protect Christian pilgrims and European travellers on their way to the Holy Land and

to expand the Christian belief in the world.

In 1099 Christians captured Jerusalem after besieging the city and this made pilgrims travel there. Since Christians and Muslims didn't get along a lot of people got raided on their way there or even hurt or killed. To protect them was an ideal reason to make the club of the Templars.

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In 1118 Hugues de Payens whose picture we have seen earlier created the order with eight of his relatives. In Jerusalem there was a current ruler named Baldwin II, who supported the Templars and provided a place for their headquaters. These were in the city's sacred Temple Mount, hence their short name became Templar's. The Pope was not too fond of them yet supported it somewhat in 1129, finding the idea of conquering the world in a Christian way appealing. He even granted the Templars special rights:

they didn't have to pay taxes

they were allowed to build own oratories and

they were only under the Pope's personal authority.

On the fourth page once can see the typical armor of a Templar. This white cloak had a red cross on the chest and on the back, also the shield was painted in these colors. The rest of the armor was pretty much a typical knight's armor.

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The Templars had a system almost like banks today: pilgrims could deposit any amount of money in their home cities and once reaching Jerusalem they were able to withdraw these funds- like an ATM machine. This made them also popular with regular travellers and even merchants as their wealth was secured.

As a Knight's Templar one had to follow certain rules. They were far too many and I have four pages full of them. I'll note the strangest here, you can read the others on the pictures.

there was one reason to rise earlier from the dinner table: a fire, a war cry or, strangely, nosebleeds

their clothing during times where they wouldn't go to war or outside had to be white, black or brown

not allowed were also pointy shoes (not sure if too witchy) and shoelaces (?)

they were not allowed to attack anyone despite being warrior monks unless a Christian was attacked

beards were cool when long, but long hair wasn't (too womanly)

gambling was suprisingly allowed but only with another brother with his crossbow or ten candles

Yeah don't asked me about the sense, I just distract myself from the outside world. It's good to know strange and crazy people always existed so today feels more...normal. Or at least, okay.

Transcript of the seventh page:

Here I have the summary on the Templars. Molay, the guy you remember, was burned with a friend on the stake and the order was dissolved in 1312. The Knight's Templars were officially gone and the Pope was anti, yet a lot of people suspected them to go underground and exist to this day. Officially, they don't, yet another group named the Freemasons revived their traditions.

Some questions arose during my research: if they really went underground, where to? Who are the Freemasons, could they be a spin-off? Or an unofficial continuation of the order?

The Freemasons were officially mentioned in 1445, that's 133 years after the Knight's Templars were wiped out. So they are not really connected or at least pretend they are not. Either way, I will look into the Freemasons now. No mention of Vasiley or Limoux. I might be even incorrect with these guys, I'm not sure. But anything is better than just listening to the radio and hearing more shops closing temporarily, more police patrolling the streets and Paris even contemplating a lockdown to protect us from the monstrum.

#tomb raider #angel of darkness #traod #classic tr #tomb raider angel of darkness #journal #aod #lara craft #tomb raider series

[444names]

the entire article on the 1st annual australian international jazz festival from wikipedia

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#444 names #444names

[low-key-theatre]

Plays I’ve seen Masterpost

(There’s probably a few I’ve forgotten.) X = forgotten the exact year.

-A few minor community and school productions I acted or worked back stage in growing up that I’ll keep private.

-British Pantos that all blend together in my head including the one with John Barrowman, the angry house and CGI giant

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Seen On Stage

-Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat (saw it in Glasgow Old Fruitmarket sometime in the late 00’s or early 10’s)

-Citizens Theatre’s The Red Shoes (2010)

-Matilda London West End (201X?)

-Wicked London West End (201X?)

-Phantom of The Opera London West End (201X?)

-The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time UK Tour (2015)/(or Possibly 2017 I don’t remember)

- Book of Mormon London West End (20XX?)

- Waitress London West End (201X?)

- Heathers The Musical UK tour (2021 (postponed))

-The Lion The Witch and The Wardrobe UK Tour (2022)

-The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time UK Tour (2022)

-Scottish Ballet's The Snow Queen (2022)

-Kidnapped UK Tour (2023)

-Kinky Boots presented by The Lyric Club (2023)

-The Mousetrap 70th UK Anniversary Tour (2023)

-SIX UK Tour (2023)

-Heathers: The Musical UK Tour (2023)

-42nd Street UK Tour (2023)

-Ocean at The End of The Lane UK Tour (2023)

-Dracula: Mina's Reckoning Tour (2023)

-Jesus Christ Superstar UK Tour (2023)

-RCS’s Into The Woods (2023)

- Wicked UK Tour (2023)

- The Bodyguard UK Tour (2024)

- Shrek: The Musical UK Tour (2024)

- The Quare Fellow @ The Abbey Dublin (2024)

- Charlie and The Chocolate Factory UK Tour (2024)

-Jesus Christ Superstar UK Tour (2024)

- RCS’s Urinetown (2024)

- Disney’s The Lion King London West End (2024)

- Hadestown London West End (2024)

- Peter Pan Goes Wrong UK Tour (2024)

- Woman in Black UK Tour (2024)

- Bonnie & Clyde UK Tour (2024)

- Testmatch @ Orange Tree Theatre London (2024)

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Upcoming shows

- Sister Act UK Tour (2024)

- Everybody's Talking About Jamie UK Tour (2024)

- Aladdin UK Tour (2024)

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Plays I’ve seen on a screen

-War Horse (streamed by NTL to Cinema 20XX?)

-Frankiensien - Benedict Cumberbatch as The Monster version (streamed by NTL to Cinemas 2011)

-The SpongeBob Musical: Live On Stage! (2019)

-Heathers: The Musical (YouTube)

-Be more Chill (animatic reconstruction*)

-Dear Evan Hanson (animatic reconstruction*)

-Beetlejuice The Musical (trust me if I could see Alex Brightman as Beetlejuice in person I would I Stan this show)

-Urinetown: The Musical (YouTube upload of 2007 Studio Playhouse production with me occasionally switching to other YouTube upload of other community productions like Pebble Players Youth Theatre if I couldn’t make out what was being said)

-Into the Woods (1989 PBS recording)

-Fallcettos (2017 version with Rannells)

-Zoonation’s The Mad Hatter’s Tea Party (2020 ROH free online broadcast. it had a nice speech at the beginning about the Queen of Hearts actress)

-Spies Are Forever (Tin Can Bros)

-The Solve It Squad (Tin Can Bros)

-The Guy Who Didn't Like Musicals (Team StarKid)

-Black Friday (Team StarKid)

-Firebringer (Team StarKid)

-Kinky Boots (2019 Proshoot)

-Good (2023 NTL)

-Best of Enemies (NTL 2023)

-Fleabag (2023 rebroadcast of 2019 NTL recording)

-Legally Blond: The Musical (MTV’s 2007 Pro-Shot)

-Hamilton (Disney+ 2016 Pro-Shot)

-Anything Goes (Trafalgar 2021 Pro-Shot)

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Shows I saw during Edinburgh Fringe 2023**

Lost & Found

Queer Street

Hersterectomy

Waiting for Champagne

The Haunted

OommoO

Shakesperimental: Euripides' Hekabe

Awake, Gay and Writing a Play

Birthmarked

Adventures of the Improvised Sherlock Holmes

A Fairie Tale

Sunday in the Park with George

Sherlock Holmes The Last Act

Cowboys and Lesbians

Shakesperimental: Harold Pinter's The Dumb Waiter

Jazz Emu: You Shouldn't Have

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Plays I’d love to see some day

-BEETLEJUICE - THE MUSICAL, THE MUSICAL, THE MUSICAL!!!!

-Natasha, Pierre & the Great Comet of 1812

-Les Misérables

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Theatre Tours I’ve been on

-The Theatre Royal Drury Lane (201X)

-King’s Theatre - Glasgow (Doors Open Days Festival September 2023)

-Websters Theatre - Glasgow (Doors Open Days Festival September 2023)

-National Theatre - London Southbank (November 2023)

-King’s Theatre - Glasgow (Building And Heritage Tour January 2024)

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*I don’t know which animatic reconstructions they where and they are probably gone but now. they where basically a few people’s animatics of each song with “slime tutorial” footage in between for the dialogue which between taking the exact versions of the song from the album, uploading bootleg footage and taking other people animatics possibly without permission was a doomed endeavour from the start.

** excluding stand up comedy

#theatre #musicals #theater #plays

[draegerit]

Touch Keypad (KS0260) mit 16 Tasten für Arduino & Raspberry

In diesem Beitrag möchte ich dir zeigen, wie du das Touch Keypad vom Typ KS0260 mit 16 Tasten am Arduino programmieren kannst.

Touch Keypad (KS0260) mit 16 Tasten für Arduino & Raspberry Das Touch Keypad wird in einem kleinen Karton fertig aufgebaut geliefert, du brauchst also eigentlich nur noch 4 Breadboardkabel und einen Mikrocontroller.

Bezug des Touchkeypad

Das mir vorliegende Modell habe ich auf ebay.de für knapp 4,7 € zzgl. Versandkosten bestellt.

Aufbau

Das Touchkeypad KS0260 wird per I2C angeschlossen und somit ergeben sich 4 Pins welche mit dem Mikrocontroller verbunden werden.

Vorderseite - KS0260

Rückseite - KS0260 Anschluss an den Mikrocontroller

Pins vom Touch Keypad KS0260 von Keyestudio Anschluss an den Mikrocontroller Wie auf dem Bild oben zu sehen verfügt das Modul über eine I2C Schnittstelle, somit ergibt sich nachfolgender Anschlussplan: KS0260Arduino Mikrocontroller3V33.3VSDAanaloger Pin A4SCLanaloger Pin A5GNDGND Für diesen Beitrag verwende ich den Funduino UNO, welcher dem Arduino UNO sehr ähnlich ist.

Mikrocontroller Funduino UNO mit Touch Keypad KS0260 von Keyestudio

Anschluss & Programmieren

Im nachfolgenden YouTube Video erläutere ich dir, wie du das Touch Keypad KS0260 von Keyestudio an den Funduino UNO anschließt und programmierst. https://youtu.be/M_8uTmIP1dw

Programmieren

Für die Programmierung des Touchkeypad Typ KS0260 benötigen wir noch eine Bibliothek, diese können wir über die Wiki-Seite Ks0260 keyestudio TTP229L 16-key Touch Sensor als RAR-Datei inkl. Beispiel herunterladen. Da jedoch das Beispiel vom Hersteller unnötige Ausgaben auf der seriellen Schnittstelle erzeugt und auch die Tasten dort nicht ausreichend beschrieben sind, habe ich mir die Zeit genommen und die Bibliothek erweitert. Du kannst diese Bibliothek unter nachfolgenden Link herunterladen und als ZIP-Bibliothek in der Arduino IDE installieren (was bei der RAR-Datei nicht möglich war / ist). Verwenden der Bibliothek Wie erwähnt lässt sich die ZIP-Datei als Bibliothek in die Arduino IDE einbinden und auch enthält diese ein kleines Beispiel. Die 16 Tasten haben nun jeweils einen Namen und können über diesen angesprochen werden. Um an diese Namen zu gelangen, müssen wir lediglich die Klasse KS0260Button initialisieren und können dann auf die Konstanten zugreifen.

Konstanten für die Tasten auf dem Modul KS0260 von Keyestudio Jetzt kann man recht easy mit einem If-Statement prüfen, ob die gedrückte Taste einem der Buttons entspricht. data = TTP229_i2c_read(); if (data != 2 && data != 0) { String button = "-undefine-"; switch (data) { case btns.button_power: button = "Power"; break; } } In dem Code Snipped klammer ich die Werte 2 & 0 aus, denn diese werden abwechselnd ausgegeben, auch wenn keine Taste betätigt wird.

Beispiel

Nachfolgend das Beispiel, welches ich der ZIP-Datei beigelegt habe. #include "TTP229L_I2C.h" unsigned int data; #define debugKs0260 false KS0260Buttons btns = KS0260Buttons(); btns.button_ void setup() { Serial.begin(9600); } void loop() { data = TTP229_i2c_read(); if (data != 2 && data != 0) { String button = "-undefine-"; switch (data) { case btns.button_power: button = "Power"; break; case btns.button_raspberry: button = "Raspberry"; break; case btns.button_up: button = "Up"; break; case btns.button_down: button = "Down"; break; case btns.button_left: button = "Left"; break; case btns.button_right: button = "Right"; break; case btns.button_home: button = "Home"; break; case btns.button_triangle: button = "Triangle"; break; case btns.button_quare: button = "Quare"; break; case btns.button_circle: button = "Circle"; break; case btns.button_cross: button = "Cross"; break; case btns.button_l: button = "L"; break; case btns.button_minus: button = "Minus (-)"; break; case btns.button_plus: button = "Plus (+)"; break; case btns.button_r: button = "R"; break; default: Serial.println("Unknown Code found!"); } Serial.println(button); } } Wenn man diesen Code auf dem Mikrocontroller überspielt und Tasten auf dem Touch Keypad betätigt, dann wird der jeweilige Text auf der seriellen Schnittstelle ausgegeben. Read the full article

[qiqojovurulo]

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[kaiyelablogs]

Speedpaint celebrating recent RPs on GW2. arpox 1.5 hr

#guild wars 2 #guild wars 2 fanart #GW2 #speedpaint #piken quare #RP #kaiyela

[millllenniawrites]

warmth (Poe Dameron x Reader)

words: 5.6k yes it is the longest thing on this blog shush

summary: The Resistance’s victory celebration quickly turns sour when their trusted Commander, Poe Dameron, recognizes a toxin in the air. This favourite doctor is the only one he trusts with the information he has. You’re the only one you trust to look after him.

warnings: smut (this is 18+ people); afab!reader; porn with plot; sex pollen so that automatically makes it dubcon; doctor!reader; swearing, drugs, dirty talk, Poe Dameron is so whiny when he’s horny holy fuck; bondage; oral (f receiving); unprotected sex (wrap it up folks); pet names (good girl, honey, sweetheart, baby); this relies on Poe’s spice runner past (the one I use in Helix, not the gross canon one) but it’s not directly dealt with and it’s super vague 

a/n: I was trying to find a place to feature Kade Sol who is my baby sunshine light of my life from the Helix series and I snuck him in here! also this was a worldbuilding writing exercise that somehow turned into the filthiest smut I’ve ever written so there’s that 

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As the last First Order ship disappeared from the sky, a victory cry sounded through the Resistance fighters. Poe Dameron landed on the tarmac of Cida’s Travel Station, popping the hood of his X-Wing. He grinned, watching the rest of Black and Blue squadron land around him, all hopping out of their ships and rejoicing on the deck.

They didn’t lose anyone in the air today. That alone was cause for celebration.

It had been three weeks of trying to break the First Order’s blockade on the Cida system. King Caran had graciously accepted the help of the Resistance, backed by the New Republic’s ships, and allowed them to set up a temporary base on Cida Prime. In exchange for liberating their system, His Majesty had granted the Resistance usage of their hyperspace lanes, which would cut the transport time from the Hosnian system to D’Qar in half. An easy trade, if anyone had bothered to ask Poe.

Which no one did, these days. But he was doing his best. 

Kade, his captain, shook him from his thoughts as he called from the ground, “The King is asking for you, Dameron.”

He dropped out of his ship, quickly hugging Kade, grateful as always to have his best friend by his side, before jogging into the command centre of the makeshift air base, where King Caran and Admiral Ackbar were waiting.

“Commander Dameron,” the King’s booming voice sounded through the small room as Poe entered.

Poe bowed low, nearly folding himself completely in half. “Your Majesty.” 

A pair of Cidan guards’ in navy uniforms flanked him as he trailed behind the King and Ackbar. Poe found himself tuning out the negotiations, agreeing with Ackbar on instinct as the two men spoke. They took more twists and turns than Poe could count. He began marking various basins, leaking different coloured smoke as landmarks, in case he needed to find his way out. 

Not that he thought the King wasn’t deserving of their trust. This was a war. He just wasn’t going to risk it. 

As they entered what appeared to be the King’s office, Poe felt almost out of place. Like he was floating, a gentle burning feeling in his gut the only thing grounding him. 

In a turn of events Poe was not expecting, he found himself missing you.

He loved Kade. Of course, he loved Kade. His second. His partner in crime. But the flight home was sure to be a boring one without you.

It wasn’t tradition, necessarily. But each time the two of you had taken a mission together, it had been a resounding success. And on your way home, he’d celebrated between your legs. 

And you’d taken care of him after, like the good girl he knew you were. 

The burning moved lower, a sweet smell settling in his nose. One Poe recognized, from a time before the New Republic Navy. 

Fuck.

Voice panicked, “King Caran,” Poe stood, realizing he had interrupted the King. Breathing heavily, he scanned the room, eyes locking on a small stone in the corner. It sat on a warming plate, small tendrils of yellow smoke disappearing into the air.

Caran laughed, following Poe’s gaze. “You know your therapies, my boy.” The man seemed… pleased. Proud. “A gift, from us to you.”

“With all due respect, your Majesty,” Poe coughed, a phantom of the sensation he had only felt once before aching deep in his lungs. “Most organisms outside of the Cidan’s can’t handle Stiima the way your graciousness can.”

“My apologies, my friend. We thought that it would help to calm things. For negotiations, of course.” Caran met Ackbar’s eyes, anxiety evident. “Please understand it is simply the way we celebrate such a great success as we have seen today.”

“I understand, your Majesty.” Ackbar side-eyed Poe, concern evident. “Are you alright, Commander?” 

The ringing in Poe’s ears drowned out the last of their conversation. The next thing he knew, he was back on the tarmac, shouting, “Kade. Get everyone in the air. Now.”

He beelined for his shuttle, locking himself in the cockpit. Hand clenching as he felt himself relax into the passenger seat, the pain of his nails digging into his palm grounding him. 

“Poe, you good?” Kade banged on the door.

He didn’t answer, focusing on the 

Kade finally got the door open. “Poe, what the fuck?” 

“Fly.” Poe said through gritted teeth. “I need you to fly.” 

So Kade did. 

They didn’t dock to the main carrier, flying above it. They would wait until it jumped to hyperspace before they followed. 

Poe watched as fighter after fighter flew into the large ship. Ears filled with cotton, he barely heard Ackbar’s order over the comms for anyone in a shuttle to stay away from the ship.

Code Orange.

Quarantine protocol.

Poe couldn’t stop his mind from going back to you. The last time you were on mission together. The way your mouth felt.

Your eyes. 

The innocent way you would smile, naked and spread out under him… 

“Poe?” Kade asked, sitting forward in his seat. “Are you alright?” 

Poe hit a comm button on his dash, connecting him directly to command. 

“Commander Dameron, are you alright?” A young man’s voice came through his headset. 

“I need you to connect me to med.” 

“Is someone—” 

“Connect me to med, officer. I need to speak with the doctor.” 

*

You opened the hull door of Poe Dameron’s shuttle, a small case of bacta and other various medications tucked under your arm. Coughing into your mask as you entered the dark ship, you quickly located the panel to seal the door behind you, saluting the mech on the ground that would lock you in after the door eased shut.

The convoy had landed hours ago. The medic team had been slowly working through shuttles, administering antidotes to those that could take them.  

It wasn’t poison. You’d ruled that out early. But the obvious effects of dehydration were evident. Poe seemed to know what it was, from the way he sounded in the recording Ackbar had passed off to med, but no one else was familiar with the symptoms everyone seemed to be presenting. 

Looking around, you stayed still for a moment, letting your eyes adjust to the dark. You had been in his shuttle before; you knew you were in the cargo bay, and if you followed the wall to your right, you would find the ladder that would lead you to the cockpit. Your mission. The plan. Assessing Poe and Captain Kade Sol’s symptoms. 

But if you went to the left and pushed the thin black curtain aside, you would find the small closet that served as his bed on long missions.

Your bed, when you joined him. 

It was hard not to smile, remembering the long nights in hyperspace with the famous Commander. The way his curls tangled around your fingers. How his stubble felt against the inside of your thighs…

Taking a deep breath to steady yourself, you shook your head with a small embarrassed laugh and began to work your way to the ladder.

Even with the grey cloth pulled tight across your mouth and nose, you could still smell the musk of the air, heavy in your lungs. It wasn’t unpleasant, but it had a true weight to it, like slightly overripe fruit or warm spices, much worse than the three shuttles you had cleared before this. The rungs of the ladder were warm like the air, slick with moisture, a telltale sign that Poe and Kade had done as asked. There had been no air circulating in the ship since they landed. If any of the airborne toxins had gotten into the ship, it wouldn’t have had the chance to escape outside. 

You smiled as your hands brushed their oxygen canisters, hearing the slow leak of fluid. Always thorough, Dameron…

Your hands grazed the small railing that guarded the catwalk to the cockpit as you made your way down to the sealed door.

“Commander Dameron? Captain Sol?” you called, hoping they could hear you through the dense metal. “It’s Doctor--”

The hiss of the door caused you to jump and you stepped back, taking in the form of the Captain. The large man nearly filled the doorway, dark clothes making it difficult to see him in the blackness of the ship. “I know who you are. Command came through a little while ago.” His voice as gruff as always, but he said it with a smile. “I’ve had no symptoms, but I figure you still need to check me out?”

“Yes, Captain.” You nod, “If you wouldn’t mind going back into the cockpit for me…”

He grumbled something you couldn’t make out but did what you asked, sitting in the only passenger seat in the small room, empty save for them.

“Where’s Commander Dameron?” you asked as you knelt in beside Kade, fingers on his wrist.

You ran through the basics of your training as he talked. 

“Poe didn’t get so lucky. Got hit worse than most people, from what we’ve heard. He was in the King’s office. Said something about a… diffuser?” When you nodded, he seemed to relax. “That’s why he made the call. Asked me to lock him up until a medic got here. He was specifically asking for you, so I guess we got lucky.”

You were grateful for the dark, hiding the way you flushed. “Guess so.” Unable to hide the warmth in your voice, you gave Kade a small smile. “There isn’t a brig on this ship. Where—"

“His quarters. Stun cuffs magnetized to the wall.” He seemed almost embarrassed, ducking his head. “I’m not sure what’s wrong with him, exactly. Just that he hasn’t really stopped making noise since about twenty minutes after we landed.”

You hesitated. Generally careful about the information you give out to patients, you weren’t sure it would be appropriate to explain, but Kade and Poe were a package deal. Rarely did you see one without the other. They’d been joined at the hip since long before they had defected to the Resistance together.

“It’s a potent aphrodisiac.” You murmured, standing behind him and tilting his head to check for discolouration on his neck, “Most people got hit with… well, let’s call it Level 1 symptoms. Loose tongue. Unable to really control what they’re saying, or at least not thinking it through. Level 2 are action: making choices you wouldn’t ordinarily make. The… aphrodisiac part. If you get to level two, we’ve found they wear off in about three hours. No antidote needed. Just fluids and rest, after it all. But you’ve been in here almost a whole day…” and Poe’s condition hadn’t improved.

“Which means what? He’s at level 3?”

There wasn’t a level 3. 

Coming around in front of Kade, you nodded slowly. “Was he complaining of… pain?” you flinched as you said the word, knowing the man had no idea what you were truly asking.

“Right before he asked me to gag him. He had moments he was lucid… basically told me to leave him locked up, no matter what he said.” 

There was only one other person that had said the drug hurt, and she had been fine for a few hours now. 

Kade chewed idly on his bottom lip, seemingly lost in thought. “Not easy being locked in while your best friend is raving like a madman.”

“The gag was a good call. He’ll thank you once he’s back to himself.” You tried for another smile. “You seem okay. Vitals are normal. Rosa is just outside. I’ll let her know that she can open the door. She’ll give you a mask and escort you to showers, and then back to your quarters. They’ll send a medical droid to check you out fully before you’re allowed to intermix with the base. Just in case.”

“Thank you, doc.” Kade stood, heading out the door to the rest of the shuttle. “Poe is—”

“I know.” You nodded, not really thinking through your words. “Closet. Curtain.”

Kade paused, turning to look at you for a moment. His eyebrow twitched, just slightly, before he dropped down the ladder. You appreciated that he hadn’t said anything, having a sneaking suspicion that he didn’t know you only off your medical reputation.

Your excursions with Poe were a relative secret, not wanting command to restrict you going on missions together because of your… you weren’t really sure what to call it. Enough people had stories about him that you knew you weren’t exclusive, but being with him was different. It had always been different. 

Though you supposed all the people he took to bed could say the same thing. 

You pushed the heavy curtain aside.

He was laid back on his cot, only one of his boots on. Poe struggled against his cuffs, attached to the wall above his head, and whined through the gag in his mouth. The bed squeaked and shook. It was a significantly less pleasant sound when you were standing there, not on top of him…

You shook your head quickly, a reminder that you were working, before you knelt on the ground next to Poe’s head. His eyes widened as he focused on you. Reaching for the fabric cutting into his cheeks, your fingertips grazed his jaw. “I’m gonna remove this, okay?” you murmured before eased the gag out of his mouth, letting the loop of dark cloth hanging around his neck.

“Sweetheart…” he whined the moment his mouth was free to move, his voice cracking around the dryness of his throat. You set your med case on the floor and opened it quickly, digging through bandages and bacta patches before finding what you needed. You lifted a small canteen to his lips, letting the water trickle into his mouth. He coughed, spluttering a little before he was tilting his head away, gasping, “Please, sweetheart. I need…”

You shushed him gently, swiping a cloth over his lips. Trying to distract him, you softened your voice, “You got everyone out before it could get bad, Poe. Everyone else is safe.” 

He turned his head to look up at the ceiling, seeming to relax a little. Your eyes found his throat. Watching him breathe, swallow, reminded you of the way his skin tasted… 

Fuck. 

You coughed again into your mask, murmuring, “I’ll be right back.” and ignoring the way Poe whined as you let the curtain fall behind you. 

Once you were a few steps away from him, you could breathe a little easier. The air was hot, fucking scalding through your mask, and you tilted your head back a bit to force yourself to breathe deeply. Slowly. Calmingly. 

You reached up, touching the pad of the in-ear to firmly press it into your head, “Rosa? You copy?” 

The woman’s high voice came through, louder than before. Her voice seemed to be directed straight into your skull. “Everything alright in there, doc?” 

“Everything’s fine. Commander Dameron has symptoms we haven’t seen before and I think I’m contaminated. It’s not bad. I can work through it. But I’m going to take my comm out just in case.” You really didn’t need command hearing your unfiltered thoughts.

She grumbled, “Maker. You sure you’re alright?” You swore you could almost see the way her eyebrows furrowed. 

“Yeah, Rosa. I’m good. Level 1 or less. Just make sure those doors stay locked until we come off it. Don’t open them for anyone. Even the General.” 

She turned on the link long enough that you heard her laugh before she said, “Sounds good. If we need you, we’ll come through the cockpit.” A brief pause, “Stay safe, doc.” 

“You too, Rosa.” 

Pulling the plastic out of your ear, you double checked that you had it turned it off before returning to Poe’s side. 

He relaxed the moment you were back in view, hips stilling on the bed. You tried not to stare at the obvious tent in his pants. 

His eyes seemed to focus better than before, saying quietly, “I heard you. Talking to Rosa. You shouldn’t have touched me.” 

He was right. It was probably your proximity to him that did it. But you had to do your job. That was your only priority, of course. Of course…

“Like I’ve ever been good at keeping my hands to myself with you around.” You froze as the words slipped past your lips, unable to stop them. 

He didn’t seem bothered by the sudden accidental honesty, but his eyes glazed over again, trailing over you. “I miss your hands…” he groaned, biting his lip and sending a wave of heat through you. 

“Careful, or I’m gonna put that gag back in.” Voice sounding forced even to your own ears, you sat down on the floor, your back resting against the bed. 

He mumbled something you couldn’t quite understand, until he repeated himself. “Take yours off. The… the mask. If you’ve got it…” 

He was right. If you’d already been exposed, there wasn’t any point in keeping it on. It was hot. There was no one in there but you. You weren’t hurting anyone. You could take the mask off. It would be fine. You—

“Sweetheart…” Poe groaned, rattling the cuffs. 

You ripped the mask off your face, tossing it near your medical kit. 

“G-good. Can you… can you please take my arms down, honey?” he tugged at the cuffs again. If you had turned to look at him, you would have seen the desperation you knew was painted across his features. “It hurts.”  

His whine sent a pang of guilt through you. “Why did you know what the drug was?” you asked, hoping it would distract him.

“It’s used in party drugs. The way it burns… it’s not like anything else I’ve ever—” He shifted, trying to get more comfortable, despite the way his pants were twisted around his legs from hours of struggling. The fabric stuck against him and pulled, and he moaned, guttural and sweet and chipping away at the wall of self-control you had haphazardly built against him. 

“Poe,” Meant to be chastising, the word landed somewhere in the realm of yearning and breathless. 

“Anything, sweetheart. Please.” Rolling his head back and forth on the bedroll under his head, he sounded close to tears as he whined, “I think my dick is going to fall off if you don’t touch it.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, helping to break the cloud of arousal circling your head. “I don’t think that’s a medically sound diagnosis, Commander.” 

“Say that again…” he breathed. 

“Medically—”

“No.” 

Your sharp intake of breath was the only sound in the shuttle. 

“Commander?” 

He tilted his head back, groaning, “You say my title and I can’t stop thinking about being inside you.” 

“It’s just the drugs.” 

“You know it’s not just the drugs.” You could have sworn it was a growl with the way the low sound of his voice tore through you. “I need you to touch me, honey.” 

“Will you stop talking if I do?” 

“Come lay with me and give me one hand back. Then I’ll stop talking.” 

Negotiating meant he was lucid, if only partially. 

“I thought you said it makes it worse if I touch you.” You squeezed your eyes shut, like that could block out the image that his soft gasps conjured in your mind. 

“It’ll get worse before it gets better.” 

“Always got a fucking answer for everything…” You grumbled, but it worked. Carefully, you eased yourself up off the floor and onto his small cot and leaned over him. One ring of the cuffs released with the click of a few buttons. 

After freeing the gag from around his neck and tossing it to the floor, Poe’s free hand immediately reached for you, gripping your thigh. Even though the thick fabric of your pants, you could feel how warm he was. “Sweetheart…” 

“You said you’d stop talking.” 

“Lay down. Lay down and I’ll stop talking.” 

You had agreed to it. And when his fingers dug into your thigh and the wave of relief washed over you at his touch, you weren’t about to argue. 

So you laid down, back to him, letting his free hand roam up and down your side. Under your shirt. Down under the top of your pants that he didn’t bother to undo. There wasn’t any focus to his movements. Where he touched you, you relaxed, and as his touch moved on, your skin burned. 

You didn’t notice the high-pitched whine leaving your parted lips until Poe’s hand came to rest on your throat. 

“Does it hurt?” He traced from your jaw to your collarbone, over and over, putting just enough pressure on your neck that you were gasping. 

“N-no… Are you…? Does it hurt for you?” 

“This is better. You being close makes it better.” 

“It’s just warm.” That was the only way to describe it. It was like he had set you on fire. Everywhere he had touched ached. 

He groaned, breath hot against your ear as he rutted his hips against you. “Let me help, sweetheart…” No amount of squirming was going to make the heat go away and you couldn’t figure out how he could be so slow about all of this. “I can make you feel good. I can make it go away. Please…” His fingers trailed across the exposed skin of your stomach, soothing the burning feeling that wracked your body. 

You gripped his wrist, bringing his hand up under the hem of your shirt, needing his cooling touch. Arching your back, your ass grazed him and you groaned together.  

“Please sweetheart.” he begged, voice low and sending vibrations through your back where he pressed against you. “Let my other hand down. I promise I’ll make it worth it.” He rattled the cuff still glued to the wall for good measure. 

He didn’t have to ask you twice. Rolling over, you shoved him onto his back and swung a leg over his hips. Grinding down as you reached over him, you released his hands, leaving the cuffs on the wall, up and out of the way. He was quick to flip you onto your back, hand cradling the back of your head as his lips met your neck. 

“Pretty girl…” Poe murmured as his hand tangled in your hair, wrenching your head back to expose your neck. “Such a pretty girl for me… so fucking sweet…” 

“Poe… Poe, please.” The whine left you before you could fully decide what you were begging for. Just more. More of him. His hands on your body. His lips on your skin. 

The heaviness of the air weighed you to the cot, your knees down to the thin mattress as he slotted himself between your legs – still fully clothed – and you fell apart in his arms. Gasping into his mouth, body convulsing, you could barely move with the way he was positioned above you. You couldn’t open your eyes. You could barely breathe with the way every small movement sent searing heat straight to your core. 

“Fuck.” His dark eyes focused on your heaving chest. “Do that again.” 

He fought with the ties on your pants, tearing the sides as he forced them down your legs, taking your underwear with them.

 It was all you could do to keep from screaming as he sunk two fingers into you. 

Each movement of his fingers battled the heat coursing through you and let you come back to yourself, if only for a moment. His other hand splayed out on your stomach to keep you still. He pushed your shirt up and you ripped it over your head. 

Your head spun as you realized he was still completely clothed. 

Leaning down, he sunk his teeth into the inside of your thigh. Where you expected pain, pleasure ran down your legs. Following his trail of bite marks with soft kisses, up closer to where you needed him, he blew softly on your folds and you cried out, bucking off the cot. 

You could hear the squeaking of the bed as you squirmed. Each laboured breath Poe took as he nestled himself between your trembling legs. The rasp in his voice as he murmured, “...wettest fucking cunt I’ve ever seen...” before he lowered his face to meet the apex of your thighs. 

His mouth on you didn’t offer the relief you were so desperately searching for. It somehow made it worse, every swipe of his tongue followed by a trail of fire. 

You pushed at his head but he barely responded. “Poe… Poe please… I need your cock…” 

He hummed lightly against you, his tongue working you slowly, like you weren’t threatening to burn up underneath him. 

Finally, you grabbed onto a handful of his curls and pulled. 

He only looked up in mild annoyance. Gripping your wrist tight, he forced your hand to the cot. “I’ve got you. I’ll take care of you.” Though the words were soft, his tone was gruff. 

Poe slowed his soft circles on your clit and you whined again, pushing up into his mouth. “Stay still.” He mumbled against you. 

Each of his motions were so methodical, you could have sworn you were the only one dealing with symptoms. Until he glanced up at you with his almost-black eyes. 

You stopped breathing.

You weren’t afraid. You could never be afraid of Poe. But you’d never seen him so unhinged. Like he was going to jump, and you were coming with him. 

He snatched up both your wrists, leaning over you. Tipping your head back, you tried to kiss him but he moved further, up above your head. 

In one quick motion, he locked both your hands in the cuffs on the wall. 

“I need it. Please. I need--” He didn’t finish the sentence, hooking his hands under your knees and spreading you out for him. His tongue found your clit again and you couldn’t hear your own scream over the rush of blood in your head. 

He’d always been accommodating. He took constructive criticism well and was determined to get you off, no matter what he had to relearn, when the two of you had fucked before. 

Now, he took each of those little pieces and, like he’d been given the code to your body, he took you apart. 

Every stroke of his tongue would have seemed planned if not for the way he moaned into your skin, the way he grinded his hips into the cot beneath him. You gave up fighting against the cuffs, instead focusing on rolling your hips against his face. 

He held still, letting you move the way you wanted. Letting you use his tongue. Guiding your hips. It wasn’t until he set you down and you opened your eyes that you realized that he was dripping with you.

His chin glistened as he sat up and yanked his shirt over his head. His eyes didn't leave yours as he undid his pants, shucking them off and tossing them somewhere with his shirt. You didn't care. You didn’t care where his clothes were or where yours had disappeared to. 

“My-- the cuffs. Poe, I need to touch you…” 

Your hands were in his hair the moment he released you, pulling his mouth to yours. He tasted of you, and the heaviness in the air, and the familiarity of him that you’d grown so intoxicated by. 

Ordinarily, he’d tease you. Just like this, your legs spread for him. He’d drag the head of his cock over you until you stopped threatening him, until you melted and became putty in his hands and your begging became wordless. 

But he didn’t have the patience. You could see it in his face. He angled his hips, sliding into you slowly. 

With this, there was relief. But it came as quick as it went and you were again whining under him, your cunt clenched tight around him. 

He pushed deeper, his face tucked into your neck. “Relax, baby. Relax. You’re so-- so fucking…”

You didn’t know how he was going so slow. You didn’t know how he managed to stop, only halfway inside you. 

All you knew was that you needed him. 

You pulled his hips into yours. After two orgasms, there was no resistance. He bottomed out, gasping into your mouth. “Pretty girl…” 

“Fu… Fuck me. Poe please please fuck me--” You pulled at his shoulders, his hair, grinding up into him as much as you could with him fully on top of you. “It hurts. Please…” 

Whatever well of self control he’d been drawing from seemed to have dried up. Snapping his hips into yours, he kissed you. 

His tongue dominated your mouth, not giving you space to breathe. Or think. Or do anything other than take what he was giving you. Your nails dug into his upper arms, leaving little crescent moons behind. His soft gasps of encouragement had you writhing beneath him. 

“Perfect little… You take me so well, honey. Like you were fucking made for me…” 

His words alone threatened to take you over the edge. 

The burning came to a throbbing head in your core and you arched up into him, trying to pull him closer. Deeper. Anything to quell the fire inside you. 

“Poe… Commander… P-please let me cum…” You weren’t in control of your words anymore. You weren’t in control of anything. “I need you.” 

You wrapped your legs more tightly around him and his hips stuttered but he wasn’t stopping. Not for fucking anything.

“Let me feel you, pretty girl.” He growled against your neck. 

And you unraveled. 

The relief washed over you in waves as you lay beneath him. Between each peak, you could hear your own panting, feel the way your body fluttered around him. 

You floated in the bliss.

Vaguely, you felt yourself roll over. Something cold dug into your side, but you couldn’t figure out how to move. Or figure out how to want to. 

Your chest was still heaving as he traced along your ribs. A warm body came flush with your back. Fire trailed his dancing fingers. 

“Sweetheart…” A soft moan at your ear. Breath, warm on your neck, sending a ripple through you. He pressed his hips forward, his hard cock sliding against your ass. “I need more. Please?” 

You shifted your aching hips back towards him. “Please.” 

*

You weren’t sure how long passed before you returned to normal – sated and thoroughly exhausted, but normal. Your skin no longer burned at the gentlest of touches. You could stand to look at him, to draw over the planes of his chest as he laid beside you without feeling the unyielding need for his cock inside you. 

Your fingertips traced gently over the straining cords of muscle in his neck and he shuddered. 

“You bit me.” He finally whispered. 

You dissolved into a fit of giggles, curled up against his side. His arm wrapped around you, pulling you onto his chest. 

“I’m sorry.” You laughed against his neck, kissing over the hickies you’d left behind. 

“Don’t be. It was hot.” 

“Where’d I bite you?” You propped yourself up on an elbow, looking down at him. 

He tapped his upper arm, right underneath a series of bite marks. Ducking your head, you kissed over them, murmuring soft ‘I’m sorry’s between pecks. 

“It’s okay. Really.” He tapped under your chin and you met his gaze. “Was that okay? We’ve never used cuffs or anything before and I’m really sorry--” 

You kissed him to cut him off. “I’m okay. I trust you. You know that, right?” 

He didn’t answer. Instead, he rolled on top of you, an intensity in his eyes that would have scared you if you didn’t know him. 

“I’m glad it was you.” Forehead pressed to yours, you shuddered as his soft breaths fanned across your lips. “I was hoping it would be you.” 

Your breath caught. Gently, you brushed away the curls that fell in his face, tilting your face up and bringing your lips to his again. 

He mumbled between kisses, “Can I take you for dinner?” You were too stunned to say anything, letting him kiss your bottom lip gently. He lingered at the corners of your mouth, leaving light kisses behind. “Hm? Will you let me take you out, sweetheart?” 

“On a date?” 

“If you don’t want it to be a date, it can just be a thank-you dinner--” 

“It can be a date. Can it be a date?” 

Giggling against your mouth, he said, “It can. I’d like it to be.” 

“We should probably get out of this shuttle first.” 

“Maybe put some clothes on before that?” 

“Maybe.” Your nose brushed his. “Maybe I’d like to kiss you first.” 

“Maybe I’ll let you.” 

#poe dameron #poe dameron x reader #poe dameron x you #poe dameron x y/n #poe dameron x female reader #poe dameron smut

[deceptichubs]

🖋️ - That oneshot you did a while back of Arachnid feeding a captive Breakdown

I know how it's implied to end, but I like to think about her keeping him alive out of curiosity, just to see how big he gets - or better yet, Knockout staging a sneaky rescue. He's shocked but delighted at his partners new size, and it's not long before his appreciative attentions brings Breakdown around to his way of thinking.

Send me a 🖋️ + my fanfic of your choice and tell me how you'd like that story to end and why. :)

Why not both, anon?

The quar/texes tick by in a dreamy haze. Venom-sick, Break/down watches the play of daylight and shadow on the walls of the hive.

He still struggles when the Ins/ecticon drones bring his chalky, sickly-sweet ration paste. But his limbs are heavy now; his whole frame is heavy, leaden and clumsy beneath his growing weight.

He was fat six quar/texes ago. He has no words for what he is now.

He feels it: in the crushing weight of his belly, no matter how he squirms; in the chins bunching and folding under his once-proud jaw; in the jiggle of the sacks of mesh hanging off his flabby arms. He feels it in the tender rolls straining against his armor--though it’s been loosened a dozen times. He feels it as he sits tall on an aft so thick and round it feels like a cushioned seat.

Break/down feels as comically overstuffed as a military training dummy, and as helpless. He gurgles threats through venom-numbed lips--

But it’s easier just to eat. To fall into a queasy recharge with his hands resting on his vast globe of a gut. To squeeze his belly rolls, kneading them between fat fingers with a feeling his venom-soaked processor cannot name.

He’s lucky, he supposes, Airach/nid doesn’t ask him to talk.

“Maybe I’ll keep you, Tubs.” And she leans down, lifting the thick bottom roll of his gut; the mesh is softest on his underbelly, and he grunts something even he can’t understand. “You’re so much cuddlier this way.”

She drops his belly; it bounces. It bounces again when she slaps it. Her outline blurs--and she’s behind him, pinching the roll on the back of his neck.

“You’ll sell for a fortune on Gargulon-9.”

And then one day the sun rises, dappling the burrow entrance with light. The Insec/ticons do not come; the air is so silent he wonders if his audials have failed.

A coherent thought, he half-notices. Odd.

His tanks gurgle lustily. He was packed to bursting jo/ors ago; but he is conscious again, and that means food.

“Hey,” he tries. It scarcely sounds like his own voice. “Hey--”

And the voice that returns is not Airac/hnid’s; the voice that returns is something out of a distant, blissful dream. “Break/down?”

The sound of an engine revving; the sound of brisk footsteps. K/nock Ou/t steps into the dusty light. He glances around--

He looks stricken, Brea/kdown thinks. No. Hungry.

Break/down’s tanks grumble again, echoing down the tunnel. Kno/ck O/ut blinks, his lips parting.

“Break/down. What in mercy’s name--” And then: “I thought you were scrap. Didn’t pick up your signal--must’ve been a jammer--war’s over, in case no one’s told you--”

And the corner of Kn/ock O/ut’s mouth twitches. He is smiling. In Kn/ock O/ut’s polished breastplate Breakdown sees something reflected, something vast and blue--something he barely recognizes--

“You’re looking well-fed.”

“Guess so,” manages Break/down. It’s all he can muster.

Kno/ck O/ut paces in a wide circle, passing from light into musty darkness and back. “Can you walk? Say yes.”

Brea/kdown doubts it. “Don’t know. Probably.”

And Kn/ock O/ut eyes him, up and down. “You are a sight.” He grins. It’s a hungry grin. “Let’s get you some rations, big boy.”

#chubformers #the brute #dark #with a happy ending