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theres-a-body-here · 5 months

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Would love a male reader being face fucked by the oni from dbd and then after he cums he pisses down the readers throat. You said nasty lol

The Oni x Male!reader

In the beginning, your relationship with The Oni was strained – to put it mildly.

To be blunt, you two were worse than Laurie and Michael.

Kazan would tunnel you during trials, making sure you were certainly dead before he could even fathom focusing on anything else.

And in return, you did everything in your power to deny him hooks. Flashlight saves, pallets, and plenty of For The People with Buckle Up.

However, as time went on, the dynamic shifted. What had once been hatred began to morph into something resembling rivalry, albeit still laced with animosity. Maybe it was because the both of you are stubborn, prideful, and anger-filled men who refused to give up easily.

Eventually, though neither of you could pinpoint exactly when or why, that simmering antagonism blossomed into an alluring attraction that neither party could ignore nor resist.

It wasn't uncommon for you to be seen sneaking off from the campfire to visit Kazan in his realm. At first it was just to tease him, but that evolved to sitting close to one another in silence.

Again, maybe it was because you two were so alike in temperament that the next jump was so large, because it rapidly switched from taking in each other's presence to full on casual sex. This is pretty impressive considering you can't speak Japanese and he can't speak English.

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Kazan stood above you, his towering figure casting a shadow upon you as you knelt on the old futon in his home. His erect blue member was right in your face as it twitched in anticipation.

Gently cupping your face in his hand, Kazan pressed the tip of his hardened member against your lips and traced them with it. You took a sniff smelling how hot and musky with sweat his cock was.

"さあ、小さな獲物よ...大きく開いてください。," he said, his voice thick with desire.

You felt your pants tighten at the sound of his voice, even though you didn't understand what he said. "I don't know what you said, but it's making me horny," you confessed, unable to resist pressing a tender kiss onto the slimy crown of his erection.

A low growl escaped from beneath Kazan's mask as he pushed the head of his penis between your eager lips, seeking entrance. You parted your lips to allow him to slip inside, taking the first few inches into your warm mouth.

"いい子..." he cooed softly as he reached down to pat your head affectionately.

Slowly yet surely, Kazan began to slide deeper into your welcoming mouth, the girth of his shaft stretching your throat until you found yourself gagging and choking on its sheer size.

Still, you continued to take him in, determined to not look like an inexperienced virgin

"そうか、お気に入りのものですね。," he murmured approvingly, seemingly pleased by your efforts. He continued to stroke your head lovingly, encouraging you to take even more of his length.

Eventually, Kazan extracted his pulsing cock from your bruised throat, leaving you breathless and craving more.

As he gazed down at you with an intensity that bordered on ferocity, he spoke once again in a low, tender voice, "あなたの顔をファックしてもいいですか？"

Despite not knowing Japanese, there was no mistaking the questioning inflection in his voice.

You decide to take a leap of faith and nod your head. "Yeah....sure," you coughed out as you tried to guess what you agreed to.

Your bold response brought a hint of amusement to Kazan's eyes, hidden behind his Oni mask. Ruffling your hair fondly, he readied himself once more, aligning his rigid cock with your swollen lips.

In one smooth motion, Kazan plunged his monstrous cock deep into your open mouth, feeling it glide effortlessly down your now looser throat.

Before you had time to think about the nature of Kazan's request, he seized hold of either side of your head, effectively pinning you in place. Then, with an animalistic growl, he commenced to roughly thrust his hips forward, driving his cock deep into your helpless throat.

Each brutal thrust left you gasping for air, tears streaming down your cheeks as you struggled to keep pace with his unforgiving rhythm.

You wrapped your trembling fingers around Kazan's thick thighs, digging your nails into his skin.

The impact of his heavy balls against your chin grew increasingly violent. With each passing second, he sped up, turning your mouth into nothing more than a fleshlight.

Abruptly ceasing his relentless assault, Kazan held still, burying his cock deep inside your gasping throat. Silver pubes tickled your nostrils as you fought desperately for air. Through strained breaths, he whispered in a low tone ,"とても可愛い男の子 ."

Once more, Kazan resumed his violent pounding, forcing your head back so he could look directly into your glassy eyes. You felt his cock throb against your sore throat walls as it slid in and out of your mouth.

Rivulets of drool and precum trickled down your chin. Amused by your vacant expression, he let out a low chuckle.

Kazan tightened his grip on your skull, his fingers practically sinking into your flesh. Growling deep in his throat, he exclaimed, "すごく激しく射精するよ."

With a few final, powerful thrusts, Kazan drove himself deep inside your eager mouth, holding himself there as he began to release his load. Wave after wave of hot cum flooded your throat as his cock throbbed and twitched with every spurt

Determined to take every last drop, you swallowed as much cum as possible, but it proved too much for your struggling throat. Unable to contain it all, some of the excess semen leaked out of your nose, causing you to splutter and gag.

You manage to swallow most of it as Kazan pulls his cock out, becoming softer. You open your mouth, showing him. Kazan lets out an approving rumble from his chest as he holds your tongue between his pointer finger and thumb to inspect your mouth.

"良い子だよ。これはあなたのご褒美です," he says in a soft low voice.

Cupping your chin gently, he guided the tip of his now flaccid penis back into your mouth, then began to urinate.

Clamping your lips tightly around his member, you drank greedily as he continued to empty his bladder into your mouth. Every swallow sent warmth coursing down your esophagus.

As you drank, Kazan reached down to pat your head affectionately, taking pleasure in watching you consume every last drop of his urine.

Finally, he pulled out of your mouth before tucking his cock away. Sitting down behind you on the futon, he released a contented groan, his body relaxing from the recent exertion.

Pulling you closer, Kazan pressed his masked face against your exposed neck, inhaling deeply as he took in your scent. His calloused hands roamed across your distended stomach, feeling the contents of his seed and urine slosh beneath the surface.

#dbd x reader #dead by daylight x reader #dead by daylight #omorashi #piss kink #pee kink #pee drinking #facefucked #cumswallow #dbd #kazan yamaoka x reader #kazan yamaoka #kazan x reader #the oni x reader #the oni dbd #male!reader #male reader #rough kink #omo

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nonsensical-pixels · 1 year

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1000 followers gift, part 1: mechtasims' pets set [download - sfs | mf]

after just under a year, this blog has hit over 1000 followers!! thank you all so much for supporting me--it feels like just yesterday we were hitting 100, and then 500... and now this 😲

for my 1000 followers gift, i have decided to share multiple gifts over the weekend, so it's a bit more of a bonanza i suppose. every 12 hours i will release something brand new, yet something that sticks to the 'theme' of this blog. i hope you guys enjoy this! 😊

part 1 is @mechtasims' pets set for ts2! i saw a picture recently of @skittlessims' cat nala in a box similar to the one included in this set, and it really just struck me as such a cat thing to do... but the vanilla cats in ts2 don't get to do that! and so, after many hours of fidding in blender (for the first time!) i bring you... 5 pet beds, 3 decorative pet toys, 1 rug, 1 fully-morphed pet dish, and 2 fully functional pet trees! 🎊

if you know me, you know i love my animals (especially my piggies!) so i think it's only fair to include them in this wondrous milestone 💞

credits

@mechtasims for the adorable TS4 meshes & textures!

xsparrow on mts for the under-counter pet cushion that i cloned the smaller versions of the pet beds from!

@lafeeverte-sims whose cat tree i cloned for mine!

UK1967 who is the creator of the pallet mesh that i mashed together with the 'sweetheart pet bed'!

@shastakiss for the wood textures used on the pallet!

there is already a readme included with the download, but keep reading for things to note, items included, and guinea pig taxes!

things to note

the 'starlight cat tree' may have some animation issues (since it's quite wide) when cats descend from the second and top floor

bigger dogs will probably clip through the small pet beds, it's just a given 😔

the smaller pet beds are repo'd partially to the bigger ones! 😃

everything except the rug (decorations -> rugs) is found under the pets section

items included

Ball - $10 (900 polys) Box Bed - $30 (686 polys) Cat Tunnel - $20 (5760 polys) Couch Bed Large - $250 (7978 polys) Couch Bed Small - $175 (7977 polys) Heart Cat Tree - $100 (870 polys) Heart Food Bowl - $25 (1155 polys) Paw Dish - $20 (6204 polys) Paw Rug - $50 (2 polys) Sisal Scratching Post - $60 (722 polys) Starlight Cat Tree - $300 (9217 polys) Sweetheart Bed Large - $100 (794 polys) Sweetheart Bed Small - $75 (794 polys)

guinea pig tax

you asked for it you get it! ivory, the brown and white piggy, is actually in the preview already, you can download him here 💖

idk what else to say, aside from another piggy thank you for your support 🤗 and a 'see you in the next one'! 🥰💕

( @4t2ccdatabase )

#sims 2 download #ts2 download #sims 2 cc #ts2 cc #s2cc #sims 2 #ts2 #s2 #4t2 #4t2 conversion #4t2 buy #<3 <3 <3

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angel-of-the-moons · 6 months

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Nothing Is Lost

Khonshu x Fem!Reader

TW/CW: Nudity, nothing explicit happens, however

A/N: What's this?? What's going on?? A potato! (IDK man I'm sick rn with a cold) but have this short af chapter!

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Chapter 4:

Strange Places, Old Faces

You spent every day you had off doing research. Either at the library or on your phone and laptop at home. Honestly, though, you weren't sure your laptop had much life left in her. Your phone, too was a bit out of date. You were lucky you could still put minutes on it...

But your research just kept giving you canyons in Egypt.

Why were you dreaming about Egypt, though? Seriously?

Was it all a coincidence? Or is something really supernatural going on, and praying to that fucking statue triggered it?

After all, you couldn't explain what happened to that man in the alley. You couldn't explain what killed him...

But why did Jezebel seem surprised when you told her you were alone in the alley? Was she expecting you to have seen someone else? Why did that matter?

What the fuck was going on?

You threw yourself down onto your bed, your arm draped over your forehead as you groaned.

You were sore, tired, and didn't want to go to work.

But... You needed the overtime.

And that alone meant an extra hundred or so dollars on your next check.

You looked over at the statue, covered up with a small tea towel so you didn't have to look at it.

But ever since you did that... Your dreams morphed. No longer tormenting you with vague whispers, blood, and aimless running.

More recently they were more detailed.

And it couldn't possibly be a coincidence, what you dreamed. The things you saw. If anything, they still left you unrested, but now you were more pissed than anything at just how detailing they truly were.

You picked up your phone and checked the time.

You had two hours before you had to leave for work.

A nap... Dreams be damned. You needed a nap. You quickly set an alarm and toss your phone onto the mattress.

You sigh and roll over, tucking the pillow under your head and close your eyes.

Just a short nap...

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The first thing that hit you when you opened your eyes was the smell. Sweet winds coming in from your window, the smell of spices and hearths baking bread wafting in on the breeze.

You groaned and sat up, your thin sheets sliding off of your nude body as you stretched your arms high.

You walk over to your cosmetic table and pick up the golden mirror and stare at your reflection.

A gorgeous face with caramel skin stared back, big green eyes blinking with long lashes that touched high cheekbones as you admired yourself.

A knock was at the dried wood of your door.

There was a muffled voice, until they spoke clearly.

It was one of the houseworkers.

"Lady Merit?" Her meek voice called out.

"Ah, yes, I'm awake!" You call out, sighing.

"Ah... Would you like me to bring your breakfast to you or will you prefer to eat downstairs?"

"I will eat downstairs, I just need to get ready for the day."

"Of course, ma'am."

The sound of her footsteps receded and you began the task of preparing your cosmetic pallet for the day.

You feel a cold breeze kiss your skin, a featherlight touch on your bare shoulder and you chuckle.

"You told me you wouldn't be here for a few days."

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You sat up, panting, and sweating as your alarm blared loudly in the quiet air of your apartment.

You curse, rolling over and turning it off with an angry grunt.

You laid back and looked at the ceiling, deep in thought.

That was the third dream you had where you could see details.

But it was the first where you got a name.

Merit.

Maybe you could do something with that information. Maybe...

But you didn't have time to do research. You had to leave for work.

You sit up and stretch, tiredness still weighing heavily on your bones.

You groan as you slip on your shoes, your poor ankles sore; perched on the edge of your bed, you stare at the covered statue, narrowing your eyes dangerously.

"Don't think I'm gonna talk to you again, tonight. Not until I know." You mutter as you sling your bag over your shoulder, making sure you had your mace and taser.

You did, this time.

You turn out the lights as you leave, sparing one last glance into the darkened interior of your apartment before leaving.

Had you looked harder, you would have seen the shadow on the wall above the statue...

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"Jesus, kid, you look like death." Alec breathed when he saw you.

"Still ain't been sleeping well?"

"No. It's been rough going." You sigh, pushing the mop across the floor, the sloshing sound of the soapy water filling the empty lobby.

"Kid, I said it before and I'll say it 'gain. You need to take time off." He sighed.

He stopped pushing his mop long enough to look up at you.

"You okay? Anybody been botherin' ya?" Alec asked.

You'd told him the watered down version of what happened, that you were attacked on the way home that night and that you were still slightly shaken from the experience.

"No... Just bad dreams." You sigh again, focusing on the menial task of mopping the floor, knowing full well you'll have to do it all over again come tomorrow.

But, that's how your job worked. Clean, people make a mess, and you clean it up again.

Rinse and repeat, again, and again.

Over, and over...

Probably until the day you die, the way this economy is.

And again, because of said economy that day might come sooner rather than later because of the "quality" medical care someone of your... social status could afford.

The medical care being the occasional bottle of Tylenol or ibuprofen.

"Maybe you should talk to a shrink about it?"

You can't control the laugh that bubbled out of you at his suggestion.

"Alec, I can barely afford my apartment and food. I cannot afford a shrink." You giggle.

"Just a suggestion." Alec grinned at you with his gap-toothed smile.

"A bad one." You grin back.

Alec laughs at you, turning back to the front doors as he mopped a muddy spot on the tile.

It's after you turned your back on him that you hear him mutter.

"What the hell..."

"What is it?" You turn to look at him, your head tilting.

"Some weird fucker looking into the window." Alec said, raising his hand to point through the full length windows of the lobby.

You follow where he's gesturing and look through the windows out onto the dimly lit street.

There, standing on the other side of the road, on the sidewalk, was a man. Tall, dark-skinned, looked like he was bald; he wore a solid white suit that made him stand out like a sore thumb against the dark backdrop of the closed down shop behind him. You couldn't make out any real facial features because of the distance but you could feel that he was looking right at you.

You.

Not Alec.

You.

It sent chills running straight through you.

Alec raised the mop in his hand and waved it. He knew the man couldn't hear him, but he kept on cursing anyway.

"You got a problem? Take a picture! It'll last longa!" He spat.

"Bastard! Piss off you creep! Take a picture! I dare ya! Go home ya loser!"

"Alec!" You hiss at him, clenching the mop in your hands tight.

"Oh, he ain't gonna do nothin', doll." Alec assured you sweetly, before turning back to the window to swear.

"'Cept stare like a fuckin' freak!"

You hesitantly drag your eyes up, looking at the stranger again.

You feel his eyes lock onto yours, even at the distance. For what feels like a long time, it was like someone gripped your lungs in a vice, like time slowed down.

And in a flash of the headlights of a passing car, he vanished. Like he wasn't there at all. If Alec hadn't seen him, too, you would have sworn you were crazy.

"The hell... Fast runner?" Alec said, bewilderment heavy in his tone as he scratched his balding head.

"Y-yeah... I'm sure that's all it was." You mumbled, going back to mopping the floor.

"Whatever. S' long as the guy don't botha you none, I'm fine. Need me to take you home, kid?" He asked you gently, placing his hand on your shoulder; eyes widening when you jumped at the contact.

"Sorry." You mumble on a whisper.

"I--I'm fine." You shrug, clearing your throat. "I'll be okay, Alec. I got my stuff with me. If anybody tries anything I'm tasing them and spraying an assload of pepper in their face."

"Well... All right. But next time I'm drivin' you home, got it? I don't wantcha gettin' hurt." He said hesitantly.

"Yeah, thanks, Alec." You say, turning away from the windows to mop again, goosebumps spreading like a sheet over your body.

As you cleaned, you cursed at yourself. Your life went to hell with crazy shit after you prayed to that statue. You were so confused you barely knew up from down anymore.

You wanted answers. You needed answers.

Your hands wouldn't stop shaking.

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Chapter 5: Link

#moon knight #khonshu x you #khonshu x reader #khonshu moon knight #khonsu #khonshu

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starlightshore · 1 year

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my ember redesign! I tried to keep true to the OG's placement of elements. I changed her eyes from green to red -her victim's eyes glow red in the ep and I like to keep color pallets pretty simple. So, design consistancy!

I gave her a mini skirt and a collar for her neck and wrist to give her a more Vocaloid like vibe. She sings in Ghost Language which then gets morphed into the listener's preferred music style. (the lyrics stay the same tho) If this was animated, I'd have the song recorded in a few different styles to show this aspect off.

I rewatched her debut episode tonight: she needs fans vocally praising her in order to get power, and once she's broadcasted internationally, she'll "rule the world." The commentary was on how kids use rock music to express themselves -but end up following a crowd and doing the will of other's. maybe something to do with the fear of rock music (people claiming its devil worshiping) but that uh, gets warped when she's a "evil" ghost?? so idk what that messaging is even saying there lmao.

To modernize this concept, she uses TikTok as her platform. (Tikie Tok as it's called in the AU) the message is now about how people approach social media and idolize people. How that can develop in unhealthy ways and can warp one's sensibilities.

I don't wanna spoil my plot rewrite too much, but yeah, thats the gist. I feel Ember's story would do well in this modern setting

#danny phantom #dp fanart #fanart tag #ember mclain #dp redesign

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blackrosesandwhump · 7 days

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Whumpril Day 11: Can't Sleep

CW: wing whump, magic whump, captivity, drugging mention

Shut in the witch’s cellar, Oryn lies awake on his pallet, surrounded by the choking, sickly-sweet scent of old magic. It makes his eyes water and his nose sting slightly. And, somehow, it makes him miss the circus. Though he stayed only a couple of days before the witch bought him, though they drugged him and treated him roughly, at least he had a clean bed and fresh air.

Then he rolls onto his side, and the rope fastened around his ankle tightens, and his bound wings crunch painfully under him.

The flame of the single candle next to him wavers in his vision, and a face swims into his mind. The other boy whose gaze he’d caught as he was forced to his knees when Griffin had first acquired him. The boy with white hair and red eyes. Immortal, he’d heard. The Immortal Resurrecting Boy. The boy that everyone had come to see. That could have been Oryn, with his ethereal, iridescent wings and near-white skin.

But instead, Oryn is trapped here, alone, with only a candle and leaping shadows for company.

Something thumps in the dark. A footstep. Then another. His heart skips a beat and starts to race. Maybe the witch is coming to check on him. He glances at the rope on his ankle, tethering him to a wooden pole, as if that will protect him. Another footstep, clumsy-sounding and hollow. Oryn holds his breath.

The smell of magic changes and grows stronger, morphing from sickly sweet to light and dreamy, like lavender and vanilla. He finds he can’t look away from the flickering candle, transfixed by its dancing, rhythmic movement. Dimly, he hears the footsteps grow louder and closer, but as much as he wants to look, he can’t tear his eyes away from the flame and dancing shadows.

No, stop, cries a small voice in the back of his mind. It’s a spell, you’re under a spell, you can’t let it take you…

Something touches his shoulder. He doesn’t jump. He can’t.

“Sleep now,” comes a gentle but strangely wooden voice. “You need to sleep, before it’s too late.”

As Oryn succumbs to the magic and slips into a deep, dreamless sleep, he sees someone. A girl, bending over him, the hem of her ragged dress brushing the tips of his bound wings.

A girl with the face of an expressionless doll.

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adobe-outdesign · 11 months

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taking you to jail for not doing braviary as you said in my ask /j

(I screwed up and forgot to do this one so we'll do it now)

The U.S. Region obviously needed a bald eagle Pokemon, and we got one in the form of the (all-male for some strange reason) Rufflet line.

Rufflet itself is much more adorable in the 2D artwork than it actually ever looks in the games—something about the little face and fluffiness gives it a silly quality. However, beyond that, it's fairly generic. The colors are nice and the design works well enough, but lack of a real theme at this stage drags it down a bit. The only hint we have is the single feather on the head and the surrounding white fluff, which leads into...

Braviary, which is much more bald eagle-ish than its pre-evo. According to some interviews, it seems like this bonnet is intentionally based off of indigenous headdresses. On the one hand, it's kind of under-emphasized for the most important part of the design... but on the other hand, they also said in that interview that it colors are based off the U.S. flag, and considering colonization it's probably best if they don't lean into any indigenous visuals.

Outside of that, it's pretty straightforward; bald eagle, flag colors, done. It's not bad or anything, but it doesn't stand out nearly as much as its counterpart the Vullaby line, which had much stronger concepts and visuals with their bone motifs.

Thankfully, Hisuian Braviary is honestly better across the board. First, no awkward mixing of indigenous imagery and with U.S.A. iconography—the headdress is now a pair of psychic-energy eyes, which gives it a distinct theme, and the flag colors have become a simple black and white monotone.

In fact, it's not even a bald eagle anymore. The white head still makes its connection to Braviary obvious, but the overall patterns and pallet now resemble a Steller's sea eagle. This is a nice touch that further differentiates it from the original design.

My only complaint is that the head feathers feel just a little too fluffy without the longer feathers there; it might have helped if the fluff around the legs was white too, or if the tail was fluffier. Otherwise, this design is a solid improvement.

Also, I don't normally mention shinies in these reviews, but I have to give a special shout out to Hisuian Braviary's shiny. I'm lucky enough to have one in PLA, and it is stunningly gorgeous. The monotone black body allows the all-blue psychic eyes to pop compared to the white head feathers, and the black color also reduces unnecessary detail from the markings. It's also a nice biology reference, as Steller's sea eagles have a very rarely concurring dark morph.

Anyway, as a whole: this line is decent. Rufflet's very cute but a bit lacking in concept, and while Braviary has a bit more going on with it, it's ultimately beaten out by its Hisuian variant, which is the strongest of the three designs.

#rufflet #braviary #hisuian braviary #pokemon #pokemon reviews

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mariacallous · 5 months

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Within days of Hamas’s massacre last month that left 1,400 people dead in Israel, a gas station near the southern city of Be’er Sheva was packed with Israeli soldiers. Convoys of beaten-up military jeeps were zigzagging in and out of the pump terminals, and the roadside cafe had stopped taking civilian orders, trying to reserve all available stock for troops preparing for the first ground invasion of the Gaza Strip in just under a decade. In the parking lot, Israelis manned a makeshift booth offering falafel to passing soldiers, playing patriotic songs. The gas station workers, meanwhile, leaned on stock pallets in a shaded corner—four Bedouins speaking to each other in broken Hebrew with thick Arab accents, staring out into a nation not quite their own on the brink of war. They must have been terrified of outing themselves as Arabs.

By the end of the 1948 Arab-Israeli War, there were roughly 156,000 Palestinians who found themselves within what became the official borders of the state of Israel. Almost overnight, they had morphed into citizens of Israel. As of 2020, they number almost 2 million (including East Jerusalem Palestinians who hold permanent resident status), comprising about 20 percent of Israel’s population. They had evaded exile, but their initial relations to the state were marred by resentment and confusion: Many had relatives settled in tent cities in neighboring Arab countries, and large swaths of their former agricultural lands had been expropriated. Almost two decades would pass until these Arab towns in Israel would be released from military rule.

Arab citizens began from a point of severe disadvantage. Much of the Palestinian population lived in farming communities with lower levels of literacy. On top of this, there were deep feelings of resentment associated with the establishment of Israel and the new necessity of navigating it in what then was the enemy tongue.

More than half a century later, these Arabs are intimately embedded in the fabric of Israeli life. All signs indicate that, over time, socioeconomic gaps have narrowed. Scarcely a single sector can function without Arab labor. Schooling and the domestic life of Arab Israelis are still largely conducted in Arabic, and members of this population tend to gain fluency in Hebrew only upon entering higher education. In academia, most material is taught in Hebrew, and then, in most professions, Arab Israelis invariably sit alongside Israeli Jews on a daily basis.

A degree of accommodation and understanding has formed, and as far as many Israelis are concerned, this is the gold standard of coexistence. Arabs, however, continue to face discrimination and hardship—along with their own internal divisions.

What am I? Too Israeli for the Palestinians and too Palestinian for the Israelis. Our identity is no identity, and we are born into confusion,” said Huda, an office worker who lives in the northern town of Kafr Yasif (she did not want her last name used because she is scared of reprisal).

Huda is a Christian Arab. Christians make up 1.9 percent of the Israeli population, while Muslims comprise 18 percent, and Druze, 1.6 percent.

This confused identity becomes more acute during times of war. “Unlike Israeli Jews, I hear the screams of Palestinians in my mother tongue and I understand them,” she said. “And yet, here, understanding them amounts to sympathizing with them.” (Interviews with Arab Israelis for this piece were conducted in Arabic and Hebrew, depending on the subject’s personal preference.)

Since the outbreak of the war, at least 110 Arab Israelis have been arrested for speech-related offenses, according to Adalah, the legal center for Arab minority rights in Israel. Separately, the group said 100 complaints have been filed against Arab Israeli students, 74 have been summoned for disciplinary hearings, and three students have been expelled.

Abed Samara, head of the Hasharon Hospital cardiac ICU in central Israel, was suspended from work for a Facebook post published roughly two years ago featuring a green flag with religious writing in Arabic and a dove symbolizing peace, along with a short text in Arabic that included the word “martyr.” The color green is traditionally associated with Islam. Samara said the flag was mistaken for the Hamas flag and the post was deeply misconstrued. “No one even bothered to consult me about any of this,” he said in an interview given to Hebrew-language media.

Dalal Abu Amneh, a popular singer and neuroscientist, was arrested and held in solitary confinement for two nights for posting a Palestinian flag with the caption, “There is no victor except for that of God.” These are just two examples of Arab Israelis who have had their reputations ruined after the events of early October—despite the fact that a recent poll showed at least 80 percent of Israel’s Arab population to be categorically against the massacre.

Fighting between Israelis and Palestinians in the West Bank and Gaza does not usually trigger violence between Arabs and Jews in Israel. But it did the last time Israel and Hamas fought a war in May 2021. Among the attacks on Jewish Israelis, synagogues were torched and hundreds of homes were looted—many of them in and around mixed Arab-Jewish cities.

The incident shook Israel enough that its military a few months later staged an exercise simulating scenarios of “domestic unrest” for the first time since the Second Intifada. On Oct. 4, just three days before the massacre, an Israeli headline featured talks among police officials to loosen open-fire protocols. As of Oct. 26, that motion has been set forth for voting in the Knesset and comes as Israel is especially attuned to signs of sympathy for Hamas among Arab Israeli citizens.

“I woke up that Saturday, saw footage of the massacres, and my first thought was: We’re done for,” said Hamada Mahamid, a 30-year-old Hebrew teacher from the Arab Israeli city of Umm al-Fahm, the third-largest Arab Israeli city and part of a cluster of exclusively Muslim towns and cities bordering the Green Line. “It was clear to all of us that this is no joke: People are holed up in their homes, my friends have stopped going to work, and we are even reluctant to chat over the phone,” he said.

Similar sentiments were expressed by Arab Israeli politicians, who currently number 10 of 120 members of the Knesset. Even those who have generally assumed staunch positions against Israeli military operations in Palestinian territories, such as Ahmad Tibi, have urged their populations to keep a level head and avoid any actions that may risk their standing in Israel.

Hosni Sadeq, a restaurant owner from the Arab Israeli city of Tira, said he feels betrayed. Even during the quietest periods, a stabbing attempt on the other side of the country would leave his restaurant empty on the busiest day of the week—which tends to be Saturday, when Jews stream into the local marketplace for shopping and authentic Arab food. “Not only do I have to speak their language and never with a single mistake, but I have to forget my origins and never speak a word about their enemies,” he said.

For Huda, war exposes the wedge between the two peoples living on a single slice of land, which each side claims as its own. “We are not actually friends,” she said. “We exchange laughs at work, but when war breaks out, each rushes back into his own camp.”

Crime rates in Arab Israeli towns have skyrocketed in recent years. The Israeli police blame a lack of cooperation from Arab citizens for the inability to reverse the trend, but Arabs often cite a lack of initiative on the part of the authorities. “Just like in America, but a little different,” Mahamid said. “Here, no one cares when Arabs kill Arabs—if anything, it serves the state well.” Israeli politicians often refer to the danger of Arab violence seeping into Jewish communities— which Tibi called “condescending,” as it paints the Arab community as the “backyard” of Israel, where “anything can happen.”

Indeed, several months ago, Israeli Police Commissioner Kobi Shabtai was heard on a leaked voice recording shrugging off the endemic violence, in a conversation with right-wing extremist Itamar Ben-Gvir, Israel’s national security minister. “There is nothing that can be done,” Shabtai said, according to reports. “They kill each other. That is their nature. That is the mentality of the Arabs.”

Now, as the Knesset is being called to vote on loosening open-fire protocols, calls among Israeli Jews to establish armed community-watch squadrons, and Arab officers in the police force languishing at just above 5 percent, Arabs are convinced that the police will never truly be on their side. Many have begun rethinking plans for the future.

Mahamid, who plans to marry in a couple of months, is for the first time looking into immigration options.

“The last decade of quiet is dead and gone—everyone knows it, even though some deny it,” Mahamid told me, echoing the words of Israeli National Security Advisor Tzachi Hanegbi, who, referring to Hamas in a recent address, said that “all of the terms of the past are gone and have dissipated.” Hanegbi’s words apply as much to homeland security as to the Israeli social fabric, which many Arab Israelis believe has been irreparably damaged.

“I condemn the massacre. I retched at the sight of what Hamas did. And I condemn the ceaseless bombing of innocent Gazans. If the Israelis didn’t know in advance about the massacre, how would the 2 million Gazans have known?” Mahamid said. “But when this is all said and done, we are going to be left alone with them here on the interior.”

Survivors of the massacre tend to note two things in recalling the horrors of that fateful Saturday: the sound of gunfire and the sound of Arabic. Almost every reference to that day includes a reference to the Arabic language, which as of 2018 was downgraded from an “official language” of Israel to one of “special status.” This shift came in the nation-state law, a controversial measure from the political right that sought to reaffirm Israel’s role as the “national homeland of the Jewish people” and left Arabs wondering what exactly they have been working toward over the last several decades.

“Canada is looking good at the moment,” Mahamid told me. “I can’t speak a lick of English, but I’d now prefer to babble than take my chances in Arabic on the Israeli street.”

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pradame · 4 months

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What are some good makeup products that you use? I’m kind of want to start wearing makeup but not sure on where to start

I use bobbi brown products, I love her stuff!

as for contouring, I like the morphe pallet. And tartes shape tape concealer.. i don’t know too much about makeup either, I’m pretty basic when it comes down to application lol I go for a more natural look. Idk if you’re into bb cream and tinted moisturizer but Dr. Jart has a great bb cream and colorscience has a tinted moisturizer, both with spf!! 10/10. wear that with some blush and lip gloss!! beautiful

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seobstarr · 1 year

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Saturation —• Choi Theo [P1harmony]

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paring!: Artist!theo x fem!reader

genre!: drabble, fluff, i mean like toothrotting fluff

sypnosis: Theo makes it clear to himself how much he loves you, his muse.

warnings!: grammar mistakes (blame grammarly not me🙏)

songs!: lovers rock-TV girl touch tank-quinnie sweet-cigarettes after sex this love-taylor swift sugarcane-lea cota

Taeyang had never felt this way about a person in his life.

Sure he felt the way it was to be happy, to feel overly joyed by something but with you, with you he felt content. Never in Theos life would he have thought that he wouldve fallen in love in a the span of 6 whole years, how he would be head over heels for a girl he knew his entire teen youth. How when he would see you smile unknowingly he would smile himself just watching the playful expression tangle on your lips. In fact, if anybody would’ve told 15 year old him that he would be planning to confess to his best friend in his young adult years he wouldve laughed in your face.

It was a nice summertime day, the mornings were heard clearly with the noisy birds in the tree, the afternoons were busy packed with the bustling streets of tourists and travelers and the nights were peaceful. Peaceful enough you could hear the one or two cars that would pass by the busy street Theo lived on, so peaceful you could hear the crickets and black beatles that tormented the warm summer nights with their loud noises.

A deep breath came in through his lungs as he sat there on the grass of the towns park with you, reeling in the stars, the moon. the street lamps that dimly lit the curvy path aways from you both and you. Taking in the raident perfume that eluminated from you.

Your hair flew in the warm but breezily summer tilt, lips plumped from all the chapstick you’d reapply every passing hour that went by, eyes perked up into a cute eye smile as you look into the night stars, trying to pinpoint any constellations that you wouldve known by memory. The way Theo felt with you, he couldnt explain “I’m thinking of doing another gallery, you should come” He speaks into the silent still air, crickets choiring behind him “Of course! Wouldn't want your degree to go to waste hm?” You Joked, earning a small chuckle from him.

“But you’ll come right?” His eyes scan over to you once more, yours are still on the brightly white stars above.

“Yes, I never miss one” You were his muse, his canvas, his colors. His world would be saturated with you, with the colors of you and only you. You were his inspiration, the reason he had gotten into artistry, the reason for his bubble guts everytime he saw you, the reason for the pinkish red flush that sat on his face everytime you would say something. Without you, he's optimistic the world wouldnt look the same way it would with you in it

Theo was positively, absolutely in love with you, in love with the saturation you gave the world how your pallete sunk into the places you stepped, In love with how deeply rooted you were into him like a tree was with its roots.

“I love you.” Your ears perk up at the sudden but softly murmured 3 words, eyes not moving from the stars up above “I know” and the both of you sat in silence once more, Theo’s worried gaze morphing into a soft palette of relief.

— footnotes!.

keb notes: this was just a little drabble i had in my notion lmao😭 Also please ignore if there’s any grammar mistakes PLEASE‼️if any of u mention it im already in ur walls

tags!: @inthesunnn (this is what i texted u ab hope u like it love🫶)

#p1h fluff #p1h theo #p1harmony #p1harmony fanfic #p1harmony fluff #p1harmony theo #kpop #kpop imagines #p1ece #p1h imagines #p1harmony imagines

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lost-in-the-pink-mist · 5 months

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Sorry if this was already answered but what’s their turtle species?

This hasn't been asked before actually!

Lee is a spotted turtle

Angie and Donnie are pink belly sideneck turtles

And Raph is super unique, his morph is pretty rare, a white mississippi map turtle!

Note, its not albinism, its a super hypo morph, so two hypo genes, one from each parent, which is not something you're guaranteed to get (its a 1 in 3 chance per clutch, if we're going by what we know of super morphs in snake breeding) and there's only one breeder making this morph, so Splinter reeeeaaaallly wanted the pink little turtle, but if this is how he's gonna occupy his time in hiding and distract himself from things he doesn't wanna think about then OBVIOUSLY he's gonna get the cool looking pink turtle

(Yes our definition of pink is a little loose with the first two, but their designs will all have actual pink, as you can tell when comparing Lee's colour pallete to the colours of spotted turtles)

#litpm au #lost in the pink mist au #tmnt iteration #the pinkest of lore #litpm lee #litpm angie #litpm donnie #litpm raph

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pandalorian36 · 1 year

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Loki x Reader (Genderneutral)

Prompt from: @write-it-motherfuckers

Person A: “I can’t believe you talked to (Person B) without getting so much as a glare! Most people can’t even look in their general direction without some kind of threat.”

Person C: “I mean, it would be a little weird if they did. We are engaged after all.”

Person A: “....YOU’RE WHAT?!”

You are the god/goddess of nature and have known Loki for years. Freindship soon turned to love the two of you bonding over books and magic. When you are invited to a party with the Avengers it is a shock to them all when it is revealed you are in fact engaged to the God of mischief.

Warnings: None. Fluffy romance. Word count: 1609

Humming softly, I make my way across the apartment joining Loki at the window currently shirtless wearing nothing but sweatpants hanging dangerously low on his hips. I wrap my arms arounds his waist. "Are you alright my love?" he nods smiling softly "Perfectly well my darling." He spins around soft smile morphing into a smirk "Don't you look stunning."

I laugh and spin around so he can see my outfit from all angles I chose a mixture of dark green and silver to match his usual colour pallet with leaves embroidered along the hems. I also have gold cuffs on my ears and a delicate ring with an emerald and two diamonds which Loki brings to his lips kissing it delicately. "Soon you will forever be mine." I laugh leaning in to kiss him "I have always been yours Loki."

Stepping back, I rake my eyes over his form while he smirks "What do you think?" Leaning in once more I kiss him gently "Handsome. Beautiful. Stunning. Flawless." he rolls his eyes cupping my face gently fingertips brushing my cheeks "I have a reputation to uphold." I shrug sighing dramatically "Suppose I will just have to keep my loving compliments to myself then."

Loki laughs heartily wrapping his arms around my waist and spinning us around "I love you Y/N." I smile wrapping my arms around his neck "And I you. Now come on you need to get dressed."

He grins sighing deeply "I suppose we do have to go." I kiss him once more before pushing him towards the bedroom "Yes we do. I'm looking forward to meeting your friends."

"Friends is pushing it." I flop down on the sofa laughing "Work colleagues then." He remerges from the bedroom in a black suit and tie his own ring on a chain around his neck a simple silver band with leaves pressed into it. "Wow." he chuckles pulling me to my feet kissing the tip of my nose "Thank you darling."

I drive to the hotel where the party is being held as Loki still hasn't got the hang of it though he would never admit to such a thing. A valet takes the car and Loki snakes an arm around my waist pressing a soft kiss to my temple "What is this ridiculous party for this time?" I smile holding up the invitation "I believe Mr Stark was simply bored." It looks as though Mr Stark has hired out the entire hotel as Guests are wandering around as well as people carrying trays of drinks and canapes.

Thor appears from nowhere grinning broadly his booming voice drawing more than a few people’s attention "Brother. I didn't expect you to actually turn up." the two embrace and he turns to me "Lord/Lady Y/N a pleasure to see you again." he pulls me into a hug crushing my ribs "Good to see you too Thor." he chuckles suddenly turning into an excited puppy "You must come and meet the team." Before I can protest, I am being dragged away from Loki into a ballroom.

"Lady Natasha. Lady Wanda." The two both turn smiling while I finally manage to dislodge my arm from Thor's grasp. "This is Y/N they are the god/goddess of nature." Wanda smiles "You are also from Asgard?" I shake my head "No, though I spent much time there. My mother and Frigga are good friends." Thor spots someone else he knows and disappears while Natasha and Wanda introduce me to Tony, Steve, Bruce, and Clint. All of whom are very friendly. I keep glancing around for Loki but can't seem to find him.

I find myself once again with Natasha standing off to the side of the room as couples begin dancing. "I am surprised Thor didn't introduce you to us sooner. Another God on our team would be handy." I chuckle sipping from my drink "I have never thought about it. Though I am trained in combat I much prefer magic or reading."

She laughs "Sounds like Loki. You should talk to him, he's around here somewhere." I smile into my drink deciding not to respond. "Tasha. You coming?" she turns Clint waving her over to a room roped off for VIP guests only. "Do you want to join?" I smile and as I can't see Loki anywhere nod.

Inside is quieter sofas arranged around a central area the Avengers and a few others either seated or talking in small groups around the room. I am introduced to Sam, Bucky, and Vision. Thor enters shortly after dragging Loki behind him "I am perfectly capable of walking brother." Thor shrugs letting go of him "You are always trying to escape. It'll do you good to socialise."

Loki rolls his eyes and I catch his eye smiling. He smiles softly in response before moving to the bar to get a drink. Walking over I lean on the bar "They'll have a (drink)" the bartender nods preparing one and handing me the glass "How are you coping?" he shrugs still managing to look elegant "Barely. Are you enjoying yourself?" I smile "Yes. I don't understand why you call them all dull." he chuckles into his drink "I suppose I may be a little harsh."

I grin "You are allowed to be nice you know." his lips quirk upwards "I'm working on it." smiling I push away from the bar "Well I love you no matter what." Thor calls me over and I join him by the sofas with Tony, Steve, and Natasha. The room has slowly emptied leaving only the Avengers crew and myself.

Tony grins "I can’t believe you talked to Loki without getting so much as a glare! Most people can’t even look in their general direction without some kind of threat.” I laugh taking a drink "I mean, it would be a little weird if they did. We are engaged after all.”

Tony practically spits out his drink “.... YOU’RE WHAT?!” Thor yells over to his brother "Why didn't you tell me brother? Engaged to Lord/Lady Y/N mother will be delighted. This is wonderful news." Loki breezes over sitting next to me on the sofa an arm draped behind my back "You never asked." Thor rolls his eyes "That is not the point brother." Steve smiles warmly "Well congratulations to the both of you.” I lean into Loki's side his fingers brushing the back of my neck.

"So, mischief, you spell them or something?" Loki’s gaze goes icy his knuckles going white as his grip on his glass tightens "I assure you I have done no such thing." Tony chuckles "Just trying to understand how someone fell in love with you. You never socialise, cold, quite, distant. Never smile always threatening people." the others start to shift around uncomfortable and Steve moves closer to Tony taking away his drink "I think you've had too much."

Tony shrugs him off laughing while Loki remains tense. I shift my hand onto his thigh "Loki we should go." he doesn't move, and I can feel his magic flaring, so I send out a tendril of my own wrapping it around his arm moving it up to his chest Calm down my love. Do not listen to the words of a drunk mortal.

He is insulting not only me but you. I sigh letting my magic wrap around him reminding him of all the love I have for him. I do not care for what he says, and neither should you. Slowly he turns his eyes meeting mine gaze softening as I bring up a hand to cup his cheek. Everyone looks in a state of shock, Thor actually has his mouth hanging open "No one has ever managed to calm Loki before." Loki smiles softly not breaking my gaze whispering "And no one else will ever have that power." I smile turning to Tony "Insult my husband to be again Mr Stark and you will not live to do so a third time."

I allow my magic to flare filling my eyes with a bright green light. Thor grins "You have chosen well brother." a few people chuckle while Tony looks uncomfortable "Point taken." I stand pulling Loki up with me "Well it was lovely to meet you all." Thor stands throwing his arms around my shoulders almost nocking me over "I look forward to calling you family." I smile slightly patting him on the back "Good to see you as well Thor."

Loki wraps an arm around my waist leading me from the room. I stop him turning so we are face to face "Loki look at me." he does so something dark fluttering in his eyes, I cup his face gently "Loki you listen to me. I love you with all my heart. Every part of you. I know you can be cold and distant at times you were when we first met," I grin "But do you really believe I would have agreed to marry you if I didn't love you with every fibre of my being? I love your smile, your laugh, your eyes, your voice. Just every single thing about you the good and the bad."

His smile finally reaches his eyes as he leans down lips pressing against mine gently "I will thank the stars for eternity that you chose me my love." I pull him closer burying my face in his neck “I am so lucky to have found you Y/N L/N.” I tighten my grip “‘fraid you’re stuck with me for eternity.” He chuckles kissing my forehead then my cheek before pulling away “I am the luckiest man in the galaxy.”

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