Tumgik
#aigs
queen-ofsunflowers · 11 months
Text
Lives on the Line; Winner Takes All - Chapter 2 Preview
The Abyss
When reality began to catch up to Aigis once more, the first thing that her sensors picked up on was the sound of a strange, yet gentle, piano’s melody. She blinked her eyes open. She wasn’t in the dorms any longer. Instead, she was standing in the middle of a strange, blue room. Everything was blue. The walls, the floors… even the table and chairs in front of her.
Aigis blinked. What… happened? She could recall a surge of power, and then…
There was a soft chuckle. “Welcome, young one.”
Aigis immediately stood at attention. Sitting before her at a table was an old man with an incredibly long nose. To his right sat a regal-looking young woman with her curls pinned out of her face with a headband. To his left was a young man with swept back hair. Both of them were dressed in royal blue, and both shared the same platinum blonde hair and golden eyes. An empty chair was to each of their sides, as if whoever once occupied it was gone.
“Ah, quite the rare guest indeed,” said the old man with intrigue. He leaned further on the table. “Are you a simulacrum or in fact human?”
“I…” Aigis began, but the words got caught on her tongue. She… She wasn’t sure what she was. She was artificial. A new species. There was no technical term for what she was other than an android. A weapon. A failed creation.
The old man chuckled once more. “It seems your destiny is very similar to our own…”
Aigis narrowed her gaze on the three figures in front of her. “Where am I? Who are you?”
“Ah, forgive my manners. I forgot to introduce myself.” Despite Aigis’s cold demeanor, neither the old man or his associates seemed intimidated. They kept calm. “My name is Igor… To my right is Margaret,” the regal woman nodded as Igor gestured to her. “And to my left is Theodore.” The man stared down at the table, not looking up at Aigis.
“...pleased to meet you,” Theodore said more out of politeness than anything else. He seemed to be upset about something.
Igor continued, not mindful of Theodore’s expression at all. “This place exists between mind and matter. It is a room that only those who have been chosen may enter, once they’ve signed their contract.” Aigis blinked. A contract…?
“We are the denizens of what you could call this… Velvet Room,” Margaret said, continuing where Igor left off. “We oversee the affairs of both worlds and act accordingly when need be. Though you have not signed a contract, we have brought you here to be a guest of ours.”
“But how…?” Aigis asked, not sure which question to start with. There were plenty to ask because she understood none of what was going on.
“How indeed…” said Igor. “Our most recent guest was a young witch with extraordinary talent. He stood to defy fate and destiny…” the smile that Igor had on his face since Aigis arrived seemed to stretch wider. “And he won. You know him rather well.”
“You…” Aigis’s eyes widened. There was only one witch that she could think of that had achieved such a task. “You know Minato-san?”
Igor nodded. “Indeed we do. What he achieved was quite the marvelous thing.”
“A thing that might be in danger if we don’t do something soon,” said Margaret, her calm demeanor cracking ever so slightly as she spoke. What was she…?
Igor held up his hand. “Patience, Margaret.” He turned to Aigis. “The power that you wield is the means to obtain a certain… answer. The answer to a question that’s been plaguing you for a quite a while.” Did he… Did he know?
Aigis’s hands balled at her sides. “This answer… if I reach it… what would it mean…?”
“All who live in search of an answer reach it at their journey’s end.” Their… end. Did that mean…? “If you have close ties to the people you call friends, remember this: ‘The strength of heart, when untied, is barred by no door’. It was the same for that young witch as well.” …Minato…
“That is all we are allowed to say,” said Theodore. He stared down at the table, digging his fingers into his pants to avoid looking at the empty seat next to him. Aigis had a suspicion that she was missing part of this story.
“We shall not keep you here any longer,” said Igor. “The beginning of your ordeal awaits…” He snapped his fingers. A wave of magical distortion washed over Aigis. She gripped her head, searching for a way to do whatever she could to make it stop.
“What is…?” she muttered to herself. She didn’t understand. What was going on? The music around her began to fade. The world went dark before she could collapse.
She had once made a choice to live. So much had happened since then. If drawing and using her power meant she was drawing closer to life… Did that mean the answer at the end of the journey was death?
...much to her surprise, that possibility didn’t bother her as much as she thought it would.
The full chapter will be up on Ao3 on June 10th!
1 note · View note
ohmenai · 2 months
Text
Tumblr media
The Game of the Jungle
I'm a hunter of forbidden moments, those split-seconds that make one's pulse race and cause you to forget to breathe. On my last trip, I ventured deep into the Amazon jungle with my OhMenFlex, slipping through the foliage, trying to capture the raw essence of desire. Just when I was about to give up, in front of me appeared an Amazonian Adonis, one I did not expect to fit into my visual frame for today.
His long hair tied in braids that suggested a wild delicacy. Tauro's gaze was a challenge, a blaze of assertive passion that pierced straight into my libido. The beard and mustache, perfectly unkempt, framed lips that, I swear, were the epitome of perfection in this imperfect world.
His trapezius muscles stood out like mountains on a map of pleasure, and every spiral tattoo that adorned his shoulders seemed like a mandala that took you to erotic meditation. His nipples, hairless and brown, promised a taste of pure masculinity. The man's arms, veiny and strong, could hold the world or pin you against the wall; frankly, at that moment, I preferred the latter. The prominent belly, adorned with a hairy navel, spoke of the strength of a man without worries, while his forearms showed tattoos that told stories of courage and passion.
I was ready to capture in detail every sensation of this encounter. His cock, a fat and powerful column, with dark veins that coursed its length like rivers of life topped with a juicy and swollen bud, promised an explosion of flavor just thinking about it. And the foreskin, that muscular ring that guarded the most intimate treasure, suggested a game of discovery and surrender. His balls, heavy and full, were a pair of fruits ready to crush my sense of decorum with their mere presence. The touch of his skin, rough and at the same time soft, was a canvas of sensations that were etched in memory forever. The manly scent emanating from his crotch was a call of nature, a reminder that there lay what any ambitious ass would dream of devouring.
Among grunts and hot glances, Tauro redefined the concept of male. In the end, with a brazen gesture, he lifted his cock and winked at me, as if inviting me to the oldest game in the world. Here, the heat was more than tropical; it was a feast of pheromones screaming for a moment of eternity.
Now at Fanvue and Patreon
34 notes · View notes
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
Issue One: Down the Rabbit Hole She Goes, Page One
The original Alice in Grungeland opened with these character portraits which I decided to redo for the remake
Next Page | Chronological Tag
13 notes · View notes
suqarbreadz · 2 months
Text
youtube
habby valentines <🍓🍒3
:3c :>
Tumblr media
I LUV THIS THUMBNAIL SMMM
8 notes · View notes
Text
1-11
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
5 notes · View notes
anarchotolkienist · 7 months
Text
Genuinely, if you (a learner from a Gall background) opposes funding or targetet support for Gaelic in the Islands because you feel like it's a personal attack that not everything is about you and how you personally are doing such a heroic thing and saving the language by learning, I seriously hope you fucking collapse and die tomorrow. What a degree of arrogrance, of willingness to take from the Gaels what they preserved through great pain and suffering without any feeling or need to give anything back. Utter scum.
12 notes · View notes
hitku · 1 year
Photo
Tumblr media
by Xie Aige
59 notes · View notes
commanderpigg · 2 months
Text
Is this a safe space
6 notes · View notes
Note
Bites you
I have rabies :D
2 notes · View notes
relnicht · 23 days
Text
cha mhothaich thu gu bheil thu air mhisg gus am feum thu obair ... cus iuchraichean
2 notes · View notes
seadem-on · 4 months
Text
I want to get closer to the things that make me happy this year
2 notes · View notes
Text
Tumblr media
Issue One: Down the Rabbit Hole She Goes, Page Two
I want Alice's little outfit her overalls look cute as hell.
Page One | Prev Page | Next Page | Chronological Tag
6 notes · View notes
lemonzests · 10 months
Text
Tumblr media
🐈🐈‍⬛
2 notes · View notes
Photo
Tumblr media
Cristiano Ronaldo en su primera vez en Manchester United
4 notes · View notes
anarchotolkienist · 10 months
Text
Bidh ceannard ùr aig Bòrd na Gàidhlig - bana-Èirisgeach a tha fuireachd ann an Leòdhas agus a tha dol a dh'fhuireachd ann an Leòdhas is i na ceannard. Samhla gu math dòchasach a tha sin, saoilidh mi. Tha e faireachdainn dhomhsa co-dhiù mar 's gu bheil beachdan dhaoine air atharrachadh a thaobh poileasaidh na Gàidhlig, mean air mhean - is gann gun tachair thu air daoine a tha taiceil dhan mhodal a th' againn an-dràsta, co-dhiù, agus tha mi an dòchas gum bi sin a' ciallachadh gum faigh sinn atharrachadh.
4 notes · View notes
wutbju · 1 year
Text
Is anybody surprised that the Creation Museum is about keeping white evangelicals in the fold?
3 notes · View notes