#plea esse

[mukamibabe]

i remember seeing a lot of your old richter posts when looking through his tag, so i’m so glad to see you posting again!! ><

and while i just read your rules, please feel free to delete this if you’re uncomfortable!!

could i request headcanons for richter with a male! servant that he’s slowly coming to terms with getting along with/eventually having feelings for? ( i know it’ll be so hard for him to get over cordelia, but i am the biggest simp for this man ><)

thank you so so so much, anon! thank you for your consideration, and thank you for this request that i am more than happy to answer! in fact, with how excited i am to answer this,,, it's concerning. i love richter for no good reason and he's got me in some sort of death grip fdjsdf

no tws, under a cut because again, long post. richter is my guilty pleasure so i kind of got a little lost during writing this, lol.

so, you're correct when you say it'd be difficult for him to get over cordelia. that’s very true, unfortunately but also not unfortunately because once he’s with you? he sticks with you like a leech

not very attractive sounding, but..

starting off, richter would probably feel an immediate pull towards the servant, which is super conflicting for him.

a servant, of all things? talk about a downgrade, especially when he’s already in, i guess what you would call a relationship with cordelia, someone who is literally a daughter of a demon king. 

now, i guess it depends whether or not he’s realllly into cordelia or is just in the early stages where he’s just pining for her a little bit.

in this situation, i’m thinking it’d actually be more likely for him to fall for someone else while he’s having his fling with cordelia. it sounds kind of crazy, but before he’s really fallen for cordelia, it’s less likely for him to even allow himself be drawn to anyone else because he has one goal; cordelia.

richter is a true romantic at heart. does he hate it? yes. he lowkey hates himself but that’s another story for another day. 

this is something he considers impossible, because how can anyone love him and make him feel as good compared to cordelia? anyone else but her just sounds impossible.

him being a romantic at knows cordelia’s way of showing love is completely off, even for vampire standards. i truly think richter is someone who has yearned for that sort of.. love where he can let his guard down and be the person he really is. a type of love where he doesn’t need to constantly feel like fighting to be good enough, the type of love where he can just be a homebody and write his poems, as he does.

being with cordelia, as we know, completely changes him and he convinces himself that everyone shows their love differently. while that’s true,,, it’s not the case for cordelia. but even if he knew that deep down, how can he get rid of something that makes him feel so.. needed? 

we know this man is willing to do anything for her, just for the sake of feeling that way. 

now, pushing all that aside, onto his first meeting with the servant-

as i said earlier, it’s like.. a tug that pulls him towards the servant. it’s weird, he has no idea why he feels such a strong attraction towards them. i think richter is the type to swoon for a bit if you compliment him once, but.. 

a servant.

a man. 

both would be firsts for him.

in fact, i don’t really imagine richter being experienced in any actual romantic relationships before cordelia. 

the first interaction is probably brief, and no matter who initiates it, richter only slowly becomes more needy and obsessive. because he craves actual intimacy, it won’t take long for him to realize cordelia isn’t what he wants. but, that doesn’t mean he can break away from her so easily.

the second interaction is probably more impactful, because it’s likely after his first impression (which was already kind of developed based on his somewhat random attraction towards the servant), richter will seek him out once more. 

he doesn’t like that he wants to see him so badly, but richter won’t go against his own wishes. he’s sneaky, of course, as yes, he does still love cordelia but he can’t help but be curious. also, at least he is willing to face consequences if cordelia were to find out.

once richter realizes that he actually feels good in the servants company, everything escalates a lot further. richter is an obsessive man and can be very clingy, but in this scenario he does have a few issues, that being:

himself, cordelia, and the fact that the person he is attracted to is a literal servant. the servant thing is one of the biggest issues for him because he’s so tired of living in his brother’s shadow. he wants to be as good as karlheinz, and dare he say, better. him having relations with cordelia made richter feel superior because of how ‘high class’ she was considered. it’s unfortunate, but richter has to get over his own pride first, as well.

eventually, he does, after waiting for his attraction to hopefully disappear, which doesn’t happen. he could have expected such, but refused to. he tries to blame it on things like, perhaps he’s just lonely, or something along the lines of that. 

it isn’t until richter completely zones out, practically daydreaming about his new interest while in the presence of cordelia. it should be impossible, but it happened.

that is what kind of pushes richter to the edge, or at least near it, in a sense.

when cordelia is finished with him and when richter is left with some time for himself, he seeks the servant out immediately and hastily. it’s a bit reckless of him, especially considering the fact that he whisks them away to somewhere private.

while that sounds quite passionate, it’s not. richter is quick to accuse him without any hesitance.

“what game are you playing at, servant?”  

naturally, the servant probably responds in a confused manner- sure they’d interacted more than twice at this point, but.. what game is he playing at? what does that even mean?

to richter, if he denies any of it, richter gets a little more.. frantic. 

“no.. you’re no ordinary servant. you must have done something, i know it.”

poor servant at this point is like ??? um?

richter is as quick to leave as he was to bringing the servant to that little secluded spot. he needs some time to collect himself because he truly is distraught and confused as to why he even feels this way. and to do it in cordelia’s presence? something was definitely wrong.

spoiler alert richter, it’s called attraction. 

it might take some time, but eventually richter comes to peace with the idea, with the help of his creative outlet of : poetry. and writing. 

he likes to explore his feelings, and this isn’t exactly one he’s used to. he almost feels free, free from cordelia’s hold on him. it’s not completely gone, he still can’t deny his feelings for cordelia, but he’s gotten to the point where he can’t refuse his feelings regarding that servant for any longer.

because cordelia frequently occupies his time, moments with richter are rare, and i think that’s why, for the brief moments richter has had with this servant, makes richter feel more strongly towards them.

after richter kind of went insane in front of the servant, regret builds within him. richter knew why he did it, and he knew he did it to just push them away. yet, it was a fail because the servant still remained close in his mind.

in true richter fashion, he seeks out the servant when they’re alone. whether he’s finishing up work for the or whatever, richter swoops in. a nervous richter, at that. 

he hates to admit it, but he is putting down his pride just to apologize to the servant. the scenario he’s in currently has ran through his head hundreds of times, and he is nervous about the outcome.

“i apologize for intruding, even more so for showing my face after our previous interaction...”

“allow me to apologize. i did not mean to lash out and act so rashly.” 

eventually, assuming the apology is accepted, richter asks him to follow him. for whatever reason, i’m picturing them wandering off to a quite forest, maybe with a pretty lake or something-

during the walk, richter uses this as a way to get to know the servant. and it doesn’t help his case in wanting to pursue.. whatever this is.

expect a lot of private, secret meetings. he wants to avoid being seen interacting with the servant, not only for his own sake but also for the sake of anyone else finding out. he, at the very least, would like to keep cordelia at an arms length, at least in terms of love. he’s not falling out of love with cordelia because he was never in love with her in the first place, just obsessed with the attention he got from her. 

that being said, richter wouldn’t fall in love with the servant quickly, but he does get obsessive quickly. even before and after cordelia’s death, i think the situation would be relatively the same, with the exception of not having to fear cordelia from physically finding out about his little rendezvous.

the servant will start getting little gifts and letters, which are intended to be anonymous but the servant will pick up quickly that their secret admirer happens to be richter himself.

richter often regrets it afterwards, but in the end, he indulges in his own wants, at least a little bit. he knows it’s a little careless, but his infatuation with them grows heavier day by day. 

richter doesn’t ever fully ‘confess’, either, but oh does he wish he could just abandon everything to go live somewhere peaceful and quiet with them. but his life does not call for that. cordelia does not call for that.

honestly, i can even see richter taking in the servant with the excuse of : haha they’re my servant now. 

or, haha this is my new personal assistant.

something like that lol 

is it a risk? yes, but this provides richter with the chance to be close to the servant more. he really wants this unsaid unofficial relationship to work, and he’s willing to make arrangements. things just have to be a bit discreet. 

also, it could get risky too because even cordelia herself might notice like.. richter getting a bit more flighty than usual, so..

honestly ngl this sounds like an entire fic idea at this point. a good one too

despite this, richter’s infatuation with them goes far and wide. he’s slow in courting, but is smart about it. he’s not selfish, though because he is doing this for the servants sake as well.

in short, it’s a slow burn - ish, because once richter realizes he has feelings for someone, it becomes a quick pursuit and richter dives in headfirst.

we know he’s a very devoted man, and this would apply to anyone he’s interested in.

long story short, it could definitely work out, especially once cordelia is dead. if she is dead already, that’s even better and makes things a lot easier for both parties. 

#richter sakamaki #i love hiimmm #aaagh #Diabolik Lovers #diabolik lovers x reader #richter sakamaki x reader #richter im lvoe you #plea esse #😭😭 💔 stink man #my post #diabolik lovers headcanons #? #idk still new with tagging. . not really but

[apocalypse-shuffle]

JESSE CROMEANS | CHROMESKULL (laid to rest series)

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“Something Simple” (Jesse Cromeans x Fem!Reader)

| Further kink exploration.

| NSFW, 18+, minors dni, (TW: knife play, pain play, & blood play, mild dacryphilia) consensual sex, no non-con kink

| Pic source: Laid to Rest (2009)

| 700+ words

slickt

The sound of your skin breaking under pressure and the thinnest trickles of your blood rushing free makes his heart pound.

Months you’ve been together and he’s been dreaming of the way your skin would look under his steel in all that time. Finally having that reality now, he knows that it’s even better than he could’ve imagined.

Below him you whimper and Jesse can’t not smile at your tear stricken face. No, his mind really hadn’t done you justice. Even like this, utterly pliant and demure for him, you still manage to quicken his breaths.

It’s just something about you. About the contrast of the softness you cling to like a trophy, so much his antithesis, compared to the angry clinical lines littering the back of your thighs that does him in so completely. All this pretty skin ripe for the taking, willingly given up by you so you could be his canvas. You were so trusting it was heady.

He drops the knife out of his way on the bed and then rushes to rest his hands against your overheated skin. The groan he lets out is rough and mixes beautifully with your pants for air. He revels in the sight of your perky chest rapidly rising up and dropping down as he trails his left hand up bronze goosebump riddled legs.

Obediently your legs are still in the air by your own will per his initial instructions minutes ago. He wraps his hand around your ankles and smiles when you sigh at the reprieve. Jesse can’t help leaning over to press a congratulatory kiss onto one of your ankles.

At the same time he allows a bit of his own softness he gives you some of his sadism. The callus pads of his thumb press around the cut hard and he watches as you arch for him.

“F-fuck,” you moan.

A low noise rumbles up his throat in response and he ruts into you.

You keen at the friction of his skin on yours, irritating your wounds, and make an even higher sound as he lifts and drags his hard on across your folds.

There’s no friction there. You’re so slick his head glides through your lips and over your engorged clit with barely a thrust. He sucks a harsh breath in before pulling away.

He reaches for the discarded knife.

Another superficial laceration marks your rich skin, brown giving easily beneath silver and your body shivers as he delivers the shallowest of cuts to your flesh. The way you groan, eyes rolling even as your body trembles with your efforts to stay still, make his cock throb. So far he has only drawn one bloody wound and he plans to keep it that way, but the desire to cut just that much deeper is difficult to curb.

Jesse didn’t make himself wait this long before introducing knife and blood play into your mix to scare you off with too much blood on only your second go though. He runs his hand over your trembling thighs with a sigh, smiling softly at you. The last thing he wants is to scare off his precious s/o.

He watches you blink back tears from your eyes. How the stray tracks of the liquid manifestation of your pleasure, your pain and your overstimulation trail down your plump cheeks; and then how your mouth moves when you gasp his name.

He mimics your gasp like you being there is a surprise to him - as if he could forget - but even as he leans forwards he doesn’t truly acknowledge you.

So overwhelmed you can barely manage to say his name. Stutters of “J-” and “-esse.” and a faint mismatch of different pleas tumble past your plush lips. The first time you speak he shakes his head at you, doesn’t even bother hiding his smirk. He leans forward a bit more on your third try, hovering over your face, and cocks his good ear towards you with an exaggerated raised brow.

Jesse knows what you're trying to say of course, knows how badly you wanted this, how desperately you now crave release.

Edging you is just too fun though, and if he’s being completely honest with himself, he wants you to cry a bit more.

NOTES: Well this one was kinda intense. I’m trying something out, so hopefully it wasn’t awful. Hope you enjoyed!

also leave a comment if you want, I like them. I just won’t respond cause this is a side blog

#jesse cromeans #chromeskull #black!reader #black y/n #jesse cromeans x black!reader #chromeskull x black!reader #slasher x black!reader #slashers x black!reader #jesse cromeans x reader #chromeskull x reader #jesse cromeans imagine #chromeskull imagine #slasher x reader #slasher imagines #black female reader #x black!reader #slasher fucker

[heich0e]

homecoming kuroo tetsuro/f!reader (haikyuu!!) word count: 500 tags: en ess eff double yew, f!reader, eager horny bf!kuroo, reunion sex, biting, oral (f!receiving, over clothes)

18+ MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT

Kuroo's luggage barely has the chance to hit the floor before he's on you.

"Missed you," he murmurs against your lips, tender but needy--a contrast to the rough, uncoordinated way he gropes at you with his hands.

He's only been gone for a week, but he drinks you in--devours you--like it's been a lifetime.

"Tetsuro." You laugh against his mouth as he walks you backwards like he's leading you in a dance, guiding you further into your apartment one careful step at a time from where you'd been waiting to greet him in the entryway. "Slow down!"

He says nothing, and instead snakes a hand down the back of your leggings, gripping at the yielding swell of your ass so hard it almost hurts.

"Can't," is all he manages to mutter before he's pushing you back against the end of your couch, demonstrating enough dexterity to turn you as you fall so you land on your belly over the throw pillows neatly propped in the corner against the armrest. Your leggings are dragged down to mid-thigh before you can even regain your bearings.

"Tetsu!" you chastise him again, but it's breathless and unconvincing, squirming uselessly with your legs half-bound thanks to the cotton and spandex tethering your knees together.

Kuroo ignores your plea and drops to his knees behind you, a hand on either side of you ass to spread you apart for him to admire. He murmurs a curse that ripples like praise through your stomach at the sight.

Your panties are still on but you feel his nose nudging at your thigh as he drags his tongue flat against the heat of your cunt and the delicate floral lace that covers it. He groans brokenly as he tastes you even through the cotton.

"Missed you so much," he moans, sucking on the gusset of your panties to savour you, his spit soaking into the fabric along with your arousal until the material is wet and uncomfortable against your skin.

"Are you talking to me or my pussy?" you manage to ask him, a weak attempt at humour when you're so close to a moan, and Kuroo laughs with his face still pressed between your legs--his hot breath catching on the damp cotton and the wetness smearing across your skin.

He pulls away, his fingers digging into the fat at the tops of your thighs, pressing fleeting kisses as he climbs the curve of your ass to peek up at you. He bites down into your skin unexpectedly and you yelp, writhing underneath him though his firm grip keeps you in place.

"Depends," he murmurs against the bite mark he's just left in your skin, pressing a surprisingly chaste kiss to it to soothe the sting. His hazel eyes are heavy-lidded but alight with provocation as they meet yours. "Which one of my girls missed me more?"

#kuroo x reader #kuroo x you #kuroo tetsuro x reader #kuroo tetsuro x you #kuroo smut #kuroo tetsuro #hq drabble #hq writing #hq smut #writing

[spoolofthreat]

can you become drunk or high please

I have high tolerance for alcohol, i am teying. For hugh i just dont got availabilties for that rn. If someone knows where i can get avid pleas ess i beg u.

#im not going to weed its bad for me #also taste bad

[pictor-occidens]

I'm stepping back into the boots of a DM again, cooking up a homebrew setting for a Pathfinder campaign after years away from the hobby. The campaign's called The Crown of Esse, and the following's a little lore blurb I wrote up to establish the setting.

“The great kingdom of Eldamar ruled much of Essë for a millenia, with the menfolk and Dwarves of the world under the thrall of the Elven Throne of Edrastië. In the latter age of that great realm, in the Great Years of our grandfathers, Selvarian the Fair took up the ancient sceptre of Olidrim, relic of the long-forgotten Kingdom of Men in Occia. She took it to the highest pinnacle of the Godpeak, there to commune with the Almighty, the God of undying Light. Descending from that great place, she raised up the Knights of the Flame and cast down the tall pillars and green homes of the Elves in the Westerlands. With the allegiance of the Mannish realms of Eshana in the North and Aksium in the South, and with the friendship of the three great dwarf-realms of the Bloodhills, the Bronze Peaks and the Shrine Mountains, she broke the power of Edrastië at Adalië’s Folly.

“At the height of the Selvarian’s victory, when all had been prepared to ascend to the Throne of Man in Olidrim, she vanished. Long was the search for the mighty Queen of Man, Elfbane, Prophet of the Almighty, but to no avail.

“Four score years hence, in these darkened latter days, the Westerlands are broken. Sorceror-princes and petty fiefs vie for dominance over the ancient Elf-realms, while the great throne of Edrastië in the East prepares to make war upon them once again. Daemons and hobgoblins, orcs and dragons gather to trouble the realms of men where they had been rare for many hundreds of years, and many a town and stronghold has burned in silence, beyond help. Darkness creeps into the world from the wilderness of the Crown of the Wide Lands, the churning grey of the Serpent Sea, and the uncharted Westerland Wilds. The people of Occia pray for deliverance, but the Undying Light is deaf to the pleas of the suffering.”

-Remembrances of Ulferth the Wise, Archivist of Tor Sarond, by the grace of King Argend III

#hobby #pathfinder #dungeons and dragons #worldbuilding #maps #writing #the crown of esse #I may write up some more lore blurbs and maps as the campaign goes along for fun

[caostotal]

Eu sei.

Mais um dia que eu venho aqui te escrever sem saber o que se oassa plea minha própria cabeça ao certo

Eu tinha saudade daquele que me fez apaixonar pela primeira vez

E daquele que me fez apaixonar pela última

Talvez fosse saudade de mim

Dos meus 14 anos vivendo muitas primeiras vezes

Mas eu tinha saudade mesmo era do pouco

O pouco que me cabia a ser

A responsabilidade de ser nada e ser tão preciosa pro meu próprio mundo

Agora, na verdade, eu entendo que sou parte de muita coisa

Responsabilidade de um tanto

Tão cansada de si mesma se levando tão a sério

Que preguiça de mim e dos meus 20 e poucos anos

Queria ser menor mesmo

Queria ser pequena e caber na mala e, por favor, ser levada pelo que fosse

Queria não saber do meu potencial

Só deixar ele existir ali caso alguém fosse perguntar

Mas sinceramente eu também nao queria surtir em ninguém esse interesse

Queria ser pouco, quase nada

Queria não ter nada e assim nao ter nada a perder

Mas não sou

E doeu saber.

[jxters-remade]

Okay but season 3 comes out really late this year, and if I don’t see at least one LoV member in the manga at least once in all that time I will riot.

#bnha #LoV #pleas eeeee #i want my Ba bi ess

[rebrandedbard]

If you’re still doing the sentence prompts I’d love to see either 46 or 9 with geraskier

Ooo nice choices! Since there were two requests for number 9, I’ll answer it on this one so that anon and @itiswhatis-andwhatitisisgay both get the alert. Keep a sharp eye, anon! I’ll do 46 for you next!

9. “Don’t you ever do that again!”

WC:  1371

Jaskier’s Champion

Added a younger Ciri into the mix because my immediate thought was that the phrase sounded like an upset toddler crying. Decided Ciri was going to be Jaskier’s little bitty champion and come to defend him from her mean dad.

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“It isn’t funny!” Ciri wailed, stomping her little foot in the snow. “It isn’t funny!” she repeated, pushing at Geralt’s legs as if her tiny arms had enough strength to move him. Her face was boiling red and streaked with tears, a bit of snot dribbling from her nose. Geralt tried to bend down to wipe it away, but she batted at his hands, crying out in rage, “No, no no!”

“But Ciri—”

“Go a-way!” she screeched. “It isn’t funny!”

When he tried reaching for her again, she picked up a handful of powdery snow and threw it at him. “Go! Right now!”

Jaskier put his hands on her shoulders. “Now, Ciri,” he entreated. “It was only a little prank, and Geralt apologized already. Nobody was hurt. It was only a bit of fun—nothing but a playful tease. Perfectly harmless.”

“No-o-o-o!” she cried once more, long and piercing. “We don’t want you!”

Geralt winced, looking at Jaskier with a desperate plea in his eyes.

Jaskier shrugged over the top of the hysteric tyke’s head. “She may be no more than a baby, but she has the sense of justice of a morally-staunch old woman.”

He sneezed, startling Ciri, who turned to Geralt with a glare of pure scorn.

“Bless him,” she demanded.

Geralt held his handkerchief out to Jaskier instead. “Bless you,” he sighed obediently.

Ciri reached up on her tip-toes and snatched the handkerchief away, tossing it back at him. She pulled a little hanky of her own from her cloak and handed it to Jaskier in its place. Then, with a sniff, she turned and started pushing Jaskier toward the stables. “Let’s go,” she said, picking up her little knapsack. She struggled, dragging Jaskier’s pack once more through the snow. She made it another two feet from the inn door before she had to stop and catch her breath.

“Cirilla, little cub, I really don’t think this is necessary for a simple—”

“It is nec-ess-ar-y!” she insisted. “He pushed you. He pushed you in and you got sick.”

They’d had a little play-fight in the snow four days ago, happy as a pack of puppies set loose to romp. Towards the end, Geralt had crept up behind Jaskier and pushed him into a snowbank, unaware of the duck pond that lay hidden beneath. Jaskier had come sputtering to the surface, soaked through, and it was a half hour’s walk back to the inn. He’d caught a chill before they could get him warmed up, and for three days after, he’d been resigned to his bed.

Ciri had been frightened, asking over and over if Jaskier was going to die—a question that, when first asked, had doubled Geralt over in laughter. Her little green eyes had been so huge and sincere. He just couldn’t help himself. Ciri hadn’t let him come near Jaskier since.

“It isn’t funny,” she mumbled again, as if she could see the memory playing over in Geralt’s mind. And perhaps she could. She had a touch of magic in her.

“It isn’t funny,” Geralt agreed. He knelt down to eye-level to speak with her. “And I’m sorry I laughed. I would be very sad if anything should happen to Jaskier.”

Jaskier smiled at that, slightly smug. Oh would you now? he seemed to say.

Geralt glanced up at him with a look that told him to behave, then reached out to pick up Jaskier’s wet bag. She grunted at him, but he ignored her, heading towards the stables. He began to strap on Roach’s saddle and tied Jaskier’s bag to the side, speaking slowly as he did.

“So you’ve decided to leave me behind. Where are you going?”

“Not your business,” Ciri huffed, refusing to look at him.

Geralt hummed. He caught an anxious look from Jaskier, but simply reached out and took his lute case, tying it to the saddle next. “Your uncles will be waiting for you at home; they promised you plenty of presents for Yule this year. But I’ll be there too. Perhaps you’d rather go to Oxenfurt with Jaskier. There would be lots of parties in store for you, and the groundskeeper’s dog will be having her litter soon. Maybe they’ll give you a pup.”

Ciri frowned as Geralt took her knapsack and tied it with the rest. She hesitated a moment, then held her head up and said, “Oxfurt.”

“Then you’ll need coin for your travels.” He pulled a pouch from his belt and put it in her hands. “Here. This ought to be enough to put you up in a cozy room on the way. Make sure you don’t walk too much. Jaskier still needs his rest. And feed him lots of soup, understand?”

Ciri looked between Geralt and the pouch. She turned to look up at Jaskier, too confused to remember her temper. When she turned back to Geralt, he had Roach’s reins in hand.

Geralt looked down at her and asked, “Can I come close enough to bid Jaskier goodbye?”

Ciri gripped the little purse tight in her hands. She looked between the two of them, the hint of a pout beginning to form on her lips. Her face was becoming red again as if she were trying very hard to hold something in.

So Geralt leaned over her head and gave Jaskier a kiss. Jaskier blinked in surprise as Geralt gave his face a cheeky pat, then Geralt was off, leaving Roach’s reins in his shocked hands. “Goodbye!” he called, pack slung over his shoulder. “Take good care of Jaskier for me, Ciri.”

Then Ciri was crying, chasing after him with a heartbroken wail.

“Don’t go!” she sobbed, latching onto his leg.

Geralt tried to suppress a smile, hiking up his burdened leg to take one last performative step. “You don’t want me,” he said.

“No!” she cried again, hugging his leg even tighter as the tears rolled down her face.

“You do want me?”

“No-o-o-o-ho-ho-o-oh!”

Despite her unintelligible responses, Geralt turned and dropped his bag, sitting on the frozen ground. The moment he was within reach, Ciri threw herself at him. She beat his chest with her tiny fists, then wrapped her arms around his neck, crying into his shoulder. He hugged her, wrapping her in his cloak to keep warm.

“Don’t you ever do that again!” she shouted.

Geralt nodded. He pet her hair, shushing her gently. “I promise.”

“No leaving! Ever!”

“What,” Jaskier asked, “was that all about?”

He stood towering over Geralt with his hands on his hips. His face was flushed, far too flushed to blame on the cold, and he was looking at Geralt with his sternest no-nonsense expression.

Geralt smiled innocently. “I was doing as I was told. Seemed to work out well.”

“Not that,” Jaskier said. “The whole—!” He gestured a circle around his face, then flicked his hands at Geralt, eyes landing on his lips. He cleared his throat and looked away, flapping his hand in an empty motion. “That.”

“The kiss?” Geralt asked.

Jaskier huffed. “Yes, that.”

“Hm.”

“Oh-ho-ho, no! Don’t you ‘hm’ me! We are talking about this one, Geralt.”

Geralt chuckled, offering Ciri his handkerchief. “Ciri doesn’t like when you’re sick,” he said.

“And?”

“And I don’t like seeing you sick either.”

“But what has that got to do with—”

Ciri wiped her eyes and tugged at Geralt’s cloak. “Did you kiss him better?” she asked.

“Yes, princess,” Geralt replied. “He’s all better now.”

“Then you can stay.”

Geralt picked Ciri up and put her in Roach’s saddle as the realization crept over Jaskier. He turned to take the reins back once more, winking at Jaskier. “Unless you think he needs another kiss, Ciri,” he added casually.

Jaskier scrambled after them, eyes lighting up with excitement. “I need a—!”

“I need a kiss better,” she said, holding out her hands.

Geralt craned up and kissed her cheek before instructing her to hold on tight to the saddle horn. They were only two days away from Kaer Morhen. There would be plenty of time to kiss it all better once Ciri was in the care of Uncle Eskel and Uncle Lambert. They had all winter.

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Class 1-A Shitpost

A/N: OKAY FIRST OFF THIS REQUIRES EXPLANATION. My brother and I made a chat where we decided we would shitpost RP. And of course, we had to post it somewhere where people would see the bullshit we got up to. So this is the result of it. Only 50% of this belongs to me, the characters none at all. I think it takes place in Aizawa’s perspective(?).

Note from my brother: Join the Flesh Wall

If you want to know what that means, I’m afraid you’ll need to read this. I’m sorry to anyone who gets traumatized.

TW: Blood, flesh, gore, murder, nooses mentioned, crackhead shit

Honestly, someone needs to remove ways for my brother and I to communicate. I don’t know why I do this to myself.

---im sorry----

Aizawa looked in shock at what Class 1-A had done to the classroom. Sero had taped Kaminari to the ceiling, and Kaminari had a disco ball hanging from his mouth. Mina was dancing, and Iida was knocked out in the corner. Bakugo was yelling at Kirishima, and Kirishima was preparing for the inevitable. Tokoyami was yelling about how "the revelry in the dark and chaos would only end in sorrow" and that "the students should all accept Jesus Christ as our lord and savior before it was too late". No one knew why Tokoyami had suddenly become a Catholic missionary, but he did. And no one questioned it. Midoriya was on the ground crying because in the chaos the All-Might action figure that he had been planning on showing the class for the nth time in a row was broken. (my brother)

Shinso looked from where he stood on Aizawa's desk, holding an empty coffee cup in mid air. He merely stared at his father figure for but a few moments before continuing with the important work that he had to do. 

"I PLEAD OF YOU COFFEE BEAN GODS TO LET IT RAIN THE ELIXER INTO THIS CUP FOR THE DEATH OF ALL DEPENDS ON THIS BLESSED RAIN FROM AFRICA AND BRAZIL!" Suddenly, as if Shinso's pleas had been heard by the Caffeine Gods, hot coffee began raining from the ceiling. Everyone ducked for cover as the scorching liquid fell from above them. Shisno was consumed in a coffee coma, and fell to the floor, writhing from their caffeine-induced overdose.

Aizawa could only watch as Midoriya decided that now was the time to go homicidally insane. He walked over to his once-beloved Kacchan and proceeded to Detroit Fucking Smash him across the room, causing the coffee rain to be sent horizontally, which ended up with most of the students becoming scorched. Sero, sensing this as his time to finally prove that stoners can rule the world, taped the door shut behind Aizawa. 

"And let the odds be ever in your favor." The voice came from nowhere, and it sounded distinctly like the voice of All-Might.

And just like that, it had begun. All the students (bar Tokoyami, Bakugo, and Shinso) pulled out their weapons of choice as Aizawa pressed his back against the door. A horrified and stricken expression filled his face as the students ran to one another. They either attacked  or teamed up with each other. Shinso stood up, his expression blank as if he had brainwashed himself. His mouth just opened and latin words poured from his mouth. Tokoyami understood what was starting to take place and stood next to Shinso, joining with the chant. 

"Transferatur hic locus in saltum decessorum nostrorum, et incipiamus ab ira ludorum, qui nos ad famem et caedem ducunt. Ne ergo in participatione discordantium populi ira careat, debet esse in nostra gratia" And then the room transformed into a forest and teams of student went running off, likely to find their groups. (Let this room be transferred to the forest of our predecessors and let us begin in the wrath of the games that lead us to hunger and slaughter. Let the wrath not be witheld from the people in participation for the odds must be in our favor)

Suddenly the entirety of UA could be heard as cannonshots and musketfire ringed through the classroom-turned-gargantuan-forest. Class 1-B had turned the whole thing into an accurate historical re-enactment of the Napoleonic Wars, and were firing real weapons at the other students, yelling 

"FOR KING AND COUNTRY!" Aoyama took control of the French La Grande Armée, which had suddenly appeared to fight the students. It was on. The old feud between British and French could continue. Soon the giant screen in the sky said that already there were close to 1,000 casualties. There weren't even that many students. How and where the fuck the sky-jumbotron was getting those numbers no one knew. No one cared. It was do or die time. Aizawa tried to run away, but came face-to-face with a historically accurate WW1 battlefield, complete with No-Man's-Land, and trenches.

Aizawa could hardly believe his eyes as Midoriya started to rapidly vibrate and then another Midoriya popped from him. Then another... and another... and another... How... what... why.... WHAT? Aizawa turned and fled from here. He hadn't felt such fear ever since his friend's death. He knew who he needed to find. At least to start with to fix this mess. Shinso and Tokoyami. But these were also some of the most elusive kids in his class. This wasn't going to be easy.  

"CHARGE!" He heard a voice cry out and turned around just before seeing several Kaminari's run in his direction. The supposed leading Kaminari wore a paper boat as a captain hat. 

"MOVE MISTA AIZAWAAA WE'S GOTSTA FIND SHIZNOOO" And Aizawa hated it, but he knew for him to be able to fix this and find his son he was going to have to rely on Kaminari. Gods help us. So he followed after the heard of Kaminiaris

An artillery shell hit the ground, having come from one of the WW1 German howitzers. It impacted directly in the middle of the horde of Kaminaris, and many of them screamed out.

"I can fly, Mista Aizawa! Look!" as they flew away from the impact, landing with a sickening crunch before disappearing from existence. Only the one with the hat remained. The original, apparently. Now there was a new threat. The army of Midoriyas. Aizawa was able to deactivate one of the broccoli's Quirk, but the rest simply stated in unison 

"I'm sick of your 'logical deceptions' Aizawa-sensei! It's time for you to..." Suddenly a Bakugo wearing a large pineapple on their head screamed.

"DIEEEEEEE!", and wasted at least 30 of the Midoriyas, allowing Aizawa and Kaminari to escape into the large forest, where many unknown dangers awaited them.

Kaminari gave a lopsided grin to Aizawa as they tramped through the forest. 

"Kaminari... what the fuck is going on?" Aizawa panted as Kaminari held a tree branch out of the way for his teacher before continuing. 

"There is such a price for infomation Mista Aizawa." Kaminari replied sagely as he nodded his head. Aizawa sighed and shook his head. Suck it up for the needed information. And ignore the grammatical errors. Kaminari was one of the very few people Aizawa knew who could make verbal typos and not realize it. Or not care. 

"Denki." He said. Another lopsided grin filled Kaminari's expression. 

"Otay. So basicamammally," The fuck... "tis the hunga gams. And we need to protecc Shizno cuz imma mawwy him, uwu." Aizawa could sense where this was headed and he didn't like it. "Souwu inuwu conuwuclusion weuwu needuwu touwu suruwuvive." Aizawa was pretty sure death wouldn't be as bad as this. "Ya feel me homie G?" Kaminari asked, his voice going several octaves lower. The fuck... "Uwu." And there was the anime schoolgirl voice back.

Aizawa decided it would be easier to do this alone. He proceeded to tie a noose, and hand it to Kaminari, calling it a necklace. Kaminari looked at it in awe for a couple seconds, before thanking Mista Aizawa and putting it on. Then the job was completed by Aoyama, who humped Kaminari out of nowhere and sent a laser through their abdomen. 

"C'est moi, l'Empereur de France! Come. Let me feed you excellent fromage." Aizawa didn't know what to do. Aoyama was wearing the uniform of a French general in the early 1800's, and had a platoon of musketmen behind him. Suddenly Kirishima appeared, wearing a dress. Aoyama made the most chad-like French face he could muster, and began to back away in fear of the Manliest Woman To Ever Man. 

Kaminari took off the necklace and walked over, his wound being knitted over with fresh and uninjured skin. Aizawa muttered several expletives under his breath as Kaminari walked over to Kirishima. 

"Hewwo dere, uwu. Would youwu like towo join us on ouw quest, uwu?" Aizawa wanted to die. 

"Sure bro! What's our quest?" Kirishima asked, giving a sharp-toothed grin as he crossed his arms over his chest. Denki twirled some of his blond hair around one of his fingers, his paper boat hat still resting on top of his head.

"To savewe Shiznowo. Imma mawwy him."

"Brooo. Hell yea, I'll help you. FOR YOUNG LOVE!"

"..." Aizawa just followed after the two wondering how he got to this point. What did he do in his past life to live in this kind of hell. "Why are you talking like that?"

"'M a uwu boyo." Kaminari replied like it was obvious.

"Hate to break it to you bro, but that's not how you speak uwu."

"Well it was either that or I speak cursive."

"Uwu boy works." Kirishima replied hurriedly.

"Gweat! Uwu."

"I want to die..." Aizawa muttered under his breath. Just find Shinso and Tokoyami. That's all he needed to do.

"Let the quest begin, uwu!"

--2 hours later--

Suddenly they found themselves in the middle of a small clearing, which held a couple houses. A weird guy wearing a plague doctor mask walked out of one of the houses, followed by a dirty villager.

"You saved us, sir! Thank you!"

The doctor simply turned to the villager and bonked him with the stick they had.

"I did not save you. I cured this village."

Aizawa could tell that this was not good. Kaminari ran over to the doctor, and started talking.

"Hewwo! I'm hewe to hewp, UwU."

The doctor looked at Kaminari, and then pulled out a revolver. They shot Kaminari twice through the chest at point-blank range. It didn't hurt Kaminari, and the doctor began to scream.

"DEMON! DEVIL-SPAWN! GO BACK TO WHENCE YOU CAME, UNHOLY SCUM!"

Kaminari just laughs, and the doctor runs away, leaving a terrified villager who now thinks that Kaminari is a demon. Since the doctor thinks so, why shouldn't he? The villager looked at Aizawa, and then at Kirishima.

"W-what sort of t-trickery is this..."

"I can wive tanks to the powa of uwu." Kaminari said. Kirishima nodded in agreement, a look of serene passing over his expression. Aizawa just looked at his two students as if they were insane. Which was likely.

"Kirishima." He said sternly, causing the crossdresser to look at him.

"Yea?"

"What's going on?"

"Dunno."

Of course. Aizawa should have expected that. Denki twirled rapidly, his school uniform being replaced by uwu boy clothes. The boat hat remained in his golden locks though.

"Come uwu. We have many pwaces to get towo. Uwu." He said before skipping away and out of the town. 

"Does he even know where Shinso is?" Aizawa asked to no one in particular. 

"Dunno." A new voice responded. Aizawa turned to see red-eyed Sero, blunt in hand.

"The... Put that down!"

"No offense, man. But we aren't in class so ya can't tell me what to do." Sero shrugged and dragged another hit. Kirishima just continued walking after skipping Denki. And after a pause, Aizawa followed with Sero behind him.

The terrified villager simply died on the spot, their rapidly decomposing corpse becoming a mushroom monster. The mushroom began eating the entire village, and the group was forced to run. They soon came across Yet Another Midoriya, who immediately died from a musketball to the head. Upon looking at the assailant, Aizawa noted that it was Aoyama. As the "French Emperor" approached, Aizawa felt a sense of dread.

"That was not the actual Midoriya. Non magnifique. Simply a copy. Now. Which one of you is the famed Alchemist?"

Sero looked up from their blunt and eyed Aoyama suspiciously.

"Who's askin'?"

Aoyama looked off into the distance, doing the dance that Mina had taught them.

"C'est moi, l'Empereur de France, Napoleon Bonaparte!"

Sero looked in confusion.

"I'm pretty sure that's just Aoyama..."

Kirishima looked at Aizawa.

"Can we trust him?"

Aizawa didn't want have to deal with this. He didn't want to be their teacher in whatever had happened. He remembered the latin, but everything before that was quickly fading away. Amnesia? But he hadn't even hit his head. He pushed back his dark midnight hair to look at the other blond. From what he could remember about them, they were mostly apart from their other classmates, often being creepy but always on accident.

"You won't kill us? Any of us?" He asked, glaring hard at Aoyama. The frenchman placed a hand against his chest looking offended.

"Mon dieu! How you offend moi, mon ami." I'm not your friend, Aizawa almost spat out. But he held it back. "Non non non. Of course moi would never betray such good amis as you all." Aizawa just nodded. 

"Great. Whatever. We need to find out where Shinso and Tokoyami are." Aoyama's expression took something of  disgust as he waved his hand.

"The twinkling bright likes of moi does not interact with scummy street rat peasants such as them." Aizawa made a mental note to beat Aoyama once things were back to normal for talking about his son and a normally quiet student like that.  Denki shrugged.

"Weww, we shouwd stawt on ouw way towo find dem. Uwu." Then their travel party grew by another.

It took about an hour, but eventually the group comes across a KFC in the middle of nowhere. Sero runs in, having been complaining about having the munchies ever since they had re-entered the forest. They heard a scream from inside, and Sero's skeleton was thrown out the door. Aoyama was distracted and could see the dark being reaching for them. As Aoyama was grabbed and dragged into the KFC, all Aizawa could hear was a loud "crunch".

Then Latin chanting from inside rose in volume.

"Requiem aeternam dona eis, Domine. Afferte nobis pullum et micas panis pro animabus eorum." (Grant them eternal rest, O Lord. Bring us chicken and crumbs of bread for their lives.)

Aizawa felt an even bigger sense of dread as none other than Tokoyami and Shinso walked out, each carrying a tub of chicken.

"This doesn't look good..."

Kirishima stated before he was evaporated instantly, his body becoming another tub of chicken.

"Join us in our eloquent feast, Aizawa-sensei."

Tokoyami said as he approached, alongside Shinso. Neither seemed to be brainwashed.

Then suddenly, a giant statue of Hawks kissing Colonel Sanders arose out of the KFC, and both Shinso and Tokoyami turned and prostrated themselves on the ground. Kaminari did the same. Was nothing sacred anymore?

Aizawa just stared with his eyes wide. He wasn't sure how to feel about this. And he couldn't tell whether this made his son a cannibal or not. He wasn't sure about anything anymore, he assumed. But he just continued to stare before snapping back into place to regard his son.

"Hitoshi... what the fuck." Shinso turned towards him and smirked slightly and stood up again, the other two following suit.

"Welcome to our church, dad." He said before turning to re-enter.

"hang on! What's going on? Hunger games? Latin? How the fuck do you know latin? Forests? What..." Shinso turned back around to look at his dad, a smile on place on his face instead of the former smirk. Tokoyami went over to Aizawa and dusted his hands from the chicken grease.

"To find the answer of which you search for dear sensei, you must open your eyes to reality and awake from this dreamland which you have let yourself be placed and fallen into."

Aizawa wasn't sure what to think of anything anymore as he entered the KFC Church, being led by Tokoyami and Shinso. There he saw something that he would never unsee. The form of what used to be Hawks, grotesquely pinned against the wall in a sickening mass of flesh and chicken grease. Hawks slowly turned his head to face Aizawa, and opened his mouth to speak, but the only thing that came out was bits of chicken nugget and blood. Lots of blood. Aizawa just stood in shock at the sight before him, and the hundreds of buckets of chicken. One for each victim.

"Tokoyami and Hitoshi. Leave this building. Now."

But Aizawa couldn't see the two anymore. They had become a part of the massive wall of flesh that used to be Hawks. Aizawa also saw Kaminari climbing through the now-broken window of the KFC, crawling towards the flesh wall. To become one with the chicken. For all eternity.

Aizawa ran as fast as he could away from the KFC, and soon found himself being followed by a giant ball of skin and gore that was Hawks, Tokoyami, Shinso, and Kaminari.

Aizawa tripped on a tree root in his frantic want to escape only to fall down. But he never hit the ground. It was odd. He just continually fell.

Aizawa woke up in a cold sweat. He was sitting up in his own bed, panting from his nightmarish dream. Maybe Shinso was onto something when he never slept. It was worth a shot. He sure as hell was never going to sleep ever again.

------the end-----

A/N: .... I’m ashamed...

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[whatdoesshedotothem]

Tues[day] 16 September 1834

7 25/..

12 1/4

very good one last night – fine b[u]t hazy morn[in]g F[ahrenheit] 57 1/4° at 8 35/.. a.m. – at my desk at 8 1/2 –

Kind let[ter] to M- [Mariana] gl[a]d she h[a]d found but by means ov[e]r w[hi]ch I h[a]d no control th[a]t ‘I h[a]d writ[ten] even less

‘oft[ene]r to th[o]se who are perpet[uall]y heap[in]g up[on] me kind[ne]ss aft[e]r kind[ne]ss, and whose ver[y] situat[io]n in life ma[ke]s

‘th[e]m suppos[e]d to be the 1st obj[ec]ts of my consid[eratio]n’ - … if ‘n[o]t mo[re] heart, I h[a]d comm[o]n sense th[a]n

‘to val[ue] the th[in]gs of th[i]s world accord[in]g to the scale w[hi]ch h[a]s been laid d[o]wn for me – H[a]d you bel[ieve]d me

‘oft[ene]r, and kn[o]wn me bet[ter], it w[oul]d ha[ve] sav[e]d us b[o]th m[u]ch pain – B[u]t if heav[e]n h[a]s will[e]d it oth[er]wise,

‘let us n[o]t compl[ai]n – the fin[a]l ruler of ev[en]ts is wiser th[a]n we – I am deep[l]y sensib[le] of all

‘y[ou]r affect[io]n; b[u]t, fr[om] the mom[en]t of y[ou]r hav[in]g delib[eratel]y told me y[ou]r determinat[io]n, and the lead[in]g argum[en]ts

‘w[hi]ch ga[ve] rise to it, my chief endeav[ou]r w[a]s to be convinc[e]d and reconcil[e]d – Mary! you trust[e]d me

‘too lit[tle] for happ[ine]ss – Rem[em[b[e]r th[i]s, and be comfort[e]d – cheer up – trust me, you ha[ve] m[u]ch to hope –

‘m[u]ch mo[re] th[a]n you seem aware – the prosp[ec]t will bright[e]r by and by – I ha[ve] nev[e]r fail[in]g consol[atio]n

‘or the th[ou]ght, th[a]t you will be happ[ie]r in oth[e]rs, th[a]n you c[oul]d ha[ve] been in me – confide[en]ce w[a]s

‘too m[u]ch shak[e]n on b[o]th sides – Mary! the last blow on mine, w[a]s too severe – Be

‘comfort[e]d – be assur[e]d, th[a]t you ha[ve] act[e]d wise[l]y for us b[o]th – viol[en]t changes are gen[erall]y irksome

‘to all p[ar]ties at 1st; b[u]t, rememb[erin]g wh[a]t I mys[elf] ha[ve] suffer[e]d, I do n[o]t eas[il]y desp[ai]r for anyone –

‘I do n[o]t feel inclin[e]d to say m[u]ch on the subj[ec]t of our meet[in]g – the reflect[io]ns to w[hi]ch it w[oul]d gi[ve]

‘rise, c[oul]d on[l]y be painful – Do as you th[in]k best’ – Hope ‘h[e]r niece’ will exceed h[e]r

all h[e]r expectat[io]ns – ‘I can eas[il]y ent[e]r int[o] y[ou]r motive for call[in]g h[e]r Percy’ – pleas[e]d at the th[ou]ght

of h[e]r go[in]g to the Rhine next y[ea]r – on[l]y anx[iou]s ab[ou]t h[e]r choice of a compan[io]n – ment[io]n Geneva as a

fine town ‘hav[in]g man[y] lit[erar]y and econom[i]c advent[age]s’ and th[a]t a fam[il]y of 2 or 3 might live in

affl[ue]nce at Rolle for £250 a y[ea]r – date the latt[e]r 1/2 p[age] 3,  Mon[day] 15 Sept[embe]r and say it shall go [as] last

160

1834

Sept[embe]r

+

might, the herald of the sm[all] parc[e]l (stays, 6 laces, p[ai]r of Earrings fr[om] Geneva and b[oo]k, Coxes’

pict[ure] of It[al]y borr[owe]d edit[io]n of 1815, too old when last at Lawton Dec[embe]r 1833) to be s[e]nt off by me of today’s mails –

‘I f[ou]nd my a[un]t m[u]ch the sa[me] as I left h[e]r, and Mr. Sund[erlan]d told me, he th[ou]ght her gen[era]l health qui[te]

‘as good - b[u]t she is uncert[ai]n - th[i]s seas[o]n of th[e] y[ea]r, or rath[e]r lat[e]r, h[a]s gen[erall]y tir[e]d h[e]r ver[y] m[u]ch

‘and I fear, if she gets ov[e]r the wint[e]r at all, it will be ver[y] indiffer[entl]y – she suffers a

‘gr[ea]t deal, yet her cheerful[ne]ss does n[o]t forsake her – She desires me to gi[ve] her love, and say

‘how gl[a]d she shall be to hear you are bet[ter] – the 30 shil[lin]gs for Th[oma]s Beech’s gr[ea]tcoat

‘are p[ai]d, and I will pl[a]ce th[i]s sum to y[ou]r acc[oun]t – If you do n[o]t feel qui[te] sure of my und[er]-

‘-stand[in]g all y[ou]r wishes ab[ou]t mon[e]y matt[e]rs, tell me mo[re] partic[ularl]y wh[a]t you w[oul]d ha[ve] me

‘do - G[o]d bless you, my d[eare]st Mary! Ever ver[y] espec[iall]y y[ou]rs AL- [Anne Lister] – nice en[ou]gh let[ter] to

L[ad]y S- [Stuart] will consid[e]r ab[ou]t the fourgon ‘when I am mo[re] ab[le] to fix up[on] my next line of route’ – ‘I am perf[ectl]y astonish[e]d th[a]t I h[a]d y[ou]r let[ter] 12 days ago, and th[a]t I h[a]d been at ho[me] a fortn[i]ght

‘on Sat[urday] – I kno[w] n[o]t how the ti[me] h[a]s slipp[e]d away – I ha[ve] been so busy ab[ou]t my law-concern,

‘etc. etc. the days ha[ve] seem[e]d like mom[en]ts; and I ha[ve] s[in]ce been out of the h[ou]se – yet I ha[ve] oft[e]n

‘th[ou]ght of you, and wond[ere] how you w[oul]d set[tle] all th[]se disag[reablenes]s I w[a]s so griev[e]d to hear of…….

ment[io]n let[ter] fr[om] Vere – shall go and see h[e]r one of th[e]se days – at pres[en]t can ma[ke] no plans –

‘my poor aunt suffers a martyrdom; yet still she lives, and may live for sev[era]l m[on]ths –

‘It is a gr[ea]t comf[or]t to me to see h[e]r so pleas[e]d at my hav[in]g g[o]t a lit[tle] fr[ie]nd to ta[ke] ca[re] of me

‘in my trav[e]ls – I hope you will tell Miss Tate - B[u]t, d[eare]st L[ad]y St[uar]t, it w[a]s wh[a]t you s[ai]d th[a]t I ha[ve]

‘nev[e]r forgott[e]n; and it is you th[a]t I shall alw[a]ys th[in]k of, and thank w[i]t hall my heart –

wr[ote] th[i]s morn[in]g und[e]r the seal – ‘I do hope to hear fr[om] you soon, if it be only one line to tell

‘me you are bet[ter], and ha[ve] settl[e]d th[in]gs mo[re] comf[ortabl]y th[a]n you expect[e]d – Do n[o]t troub[le] y[ou]rs[elf] one

‘inst[an]t ab[ou]t a frank – I shall be delight[e]d to see a Norfolk postmark – I shall troub[le]

‘L[or]d St[uar]t w[i]th a note to L[ad]y St[uar]t de R- [Rothesay] and a lit[tle] no[te] to d[ea]r Charlotte ab[ou]t the parc[e]l fr[om]

‘Paris - Ev[e]r, d[eare]st L[ad]y St[uar]t, ver[y] truly and affect[ionatel]y y[ou]rs A. [Anne] Lister’ - Gen[era]l acc[oun]t of my journ[e]y to

L[ad]y S- [Stuart] de R- [Rothesay] hop[e]d for so[me] comm[issio]n in Paris - perh[aps] she doubt[e]d my abil[itie]s - c[oul]d n[o]t doubt how

hap[py] I sh[oul]d ha[ve] been to do my best – ‘I h[a]d a lit[tle] fr[ien]d w[i]th me wh[o]se good care soon set me

‘ab[ov]e Mr. Freeman’s medicines; and we h[a]d so[me] delightful wander[in]gs am[on]g the Savoy m[oun]t[ai]ns – I do

confess th[a]t my ‘bowels yearned’ tow[ar]ds M[on]t Blanc; b[u]t he w[a]s a lit[tle] surly, and the 2 Savoy and

‘avocats who attempt[e]d his summ[i]t, and s[ai]d, tho’ unbeliev[e]d by any, they reach[e]d it, were

‘gl[a]d en[ou]gh to get d[o]wn ag[ai]n – they h[a]d no reg[ula]r guides, on[l]y 1/2 a doz[en] peasants, two of wh[o]m

‘h[a]d made the ascent bef[ore] – and, h[a]d they been a few h[ou]rs lat[e]r, w[oul]d prob[abl]y ha[ve] been lost –

‘we made wh[a]t is call[e]d the gr[a]nd tour of M[on]t Bl[an]c’ ….. cross[e]d the Gr[ea]t and lit[tle] S[ain]y Bernard…

we h[a]d no  Gollis-work – the lit[tle] Inns ver[y] fair[l]y comf[orta]ble ‘exc[ept] one in the vil[lage] de Ferret

‘where th[e]re were on[l]y 2 bedr[oo]ms for the wid[ow] and h[e]r 8 child[re]n. one manserv[an]t and 2 guides, our 2

‘selves, and 2 sick inf[an]ts the poor wom[a]n h[a]d tak[e]n to nurse, tout compris, at 6 fr[an]cs each

‘p[e]r m[ou]th – we ret[urne]d by the Savoy lakes and Chamberi – saw the pass of the Echelles, and the gr[a]nde

‘Chartreuse - sp[en]t 2 or 3 days at Lyons – tho’ man[y] of the h[ou]ses damaged or destr[oye]d in Apr[il] are

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‘alread[y] repair[e]d or rebuilt, th[e]re are still too man[y] traces of the émente - Sev[era]l opul[en]t  

‘manufact[orie]s ha[ve] left the town, and set up th[ei]r establ[ishmen]ts elsewhere - th[e]re are 3 large ones just complet[e]d

‘at Voiron now communicat[e]d w[i]th Echelles by a fine new r[oa]d of 3 posts - th[e]re are sev[era]l new

‘r[oa]ds finish[e]d and in prog[ress] - th[a]t by S[ain]t Etienne io[ene]d 2 y[ea]rs ago (miss[in]g Lyons) saves 3 days’ journey to

‘Marseilles’ – 2 or 3 days at S[ain]t Etienne and 2 or 3 at Clerm[on]t – ‘the view fr[om] the Puy de Dome,

‘is one of the m[o]st interest[in]g and extraord[inar]y I ha[ve] ev[e]r seen. – a vast assembl[a]ge of cones of extinct

‘volca[noe]s – a vast coulée (sea) of lava - b[u]t the heat w[a]s so excess[ive] in walk[in]g up, and the air

‘is cold at the top, I on[l]y st[ai]d ab[ou]t 1/2 an h[ou]r – Do tell the girls, they nev[e]r saw s[u]ch a dirty fig[ure]

‘as I w[a]s on com[in]g out of the fine silv[e]r mines (op[ene]d 2 or 3 y[ea]rs ago) n[ea]r Pont de Gibaud - B[u]t

‘the coal-mine of Firminy, n[ea]r S[ain]t Etienne, astonish[e]d me m[o]st – It is exact[l]y like a comm[o]n

‘st[one] quarry, (open to the day, and work[e]d in the sa[me] way) b[u]t the rock is coal of excell[en]t qual[it]y –

‘It is on[l]y 3 y[ea]rs th[a]t it h[a]s been work[e]d in th[i]s way, and is the on[l]y coal-mine kn[o]wn of the kind –

‘the miners at the silv[e]r mine were chief[l]y Germans – Be the gov[ernmen]t wh[a]t it may, I nev[e]r saw

‘so gr[ea]t an app[earan]ce of improvem[en]t and prosper[it]y in the count[r]y – the écoles des mines ha[ve] done an

‘infin[it]y of good to the mining int[ere]sts of the count[r]y’ - din[e]d w[i]th L[ad]y CL- [Charlotte Lindsay] and the Berrys – ‘and w[a]s deligth[e]d w[i]th my

‘vis[i]t – all were in good sp[iri]ts, and were ver[y] agreeab[le], and k[i]nd – I h[a]d nev[e]r seen so m[u]ch of L[ad]y Charl[otte]’

(Lindsay) ‘who says th[in]gs so nice[l]y, and wh[o]se man[ner]s are so interest[in]g, she made qui[te] an impress[io]n

‘up[on] me – Miss Berry is really wond[er]ful – Thank you ver[y] m[u]ch for giv[in]g me th[ei]r addr[ess] – I w[a]s

‘qui[te] gl[a]d to improve so nice an acquaint[an]ce - unexpect[e]d pleas[ure] to see L[or]d St[uar]t – ‘wh[a]t

‘an enviab[le] tour in Norway! I wish a [I] knew a lit[tle] mo[re] ab[ou]t it – If I live, I mean to go

‘th[e]re one of th[e]se days – my a[un]t, as to gen[era]l health, is m[u]ch the sa[me] as when I left h[e]r - b[u]t she

‘suffers a martyrd[o]m fr[om] rheumat[i]c pains; and her medic[a]l men fear she can[no]t long survive

‘the wint[e]r – I enclose a lit[tle] no[te] for Charlotte - Bel[ieve] me, d[ea]r L[ad]y St[uar]t, alw[a]ys ver[y] truly y[ou]rs A. [Anne] Lister’

th[e]n wr[ote] on 1/4 sh[ee]t the foll[owin]g ‘Shibd[e]n hall - Mon[day] 15 Oct[obe]r 1834. My d[ea]r Charlotte – I s[e]nd you a ver[y] lit[lte] no[te], the herald

of a ver[y] lit[tle] parc[e]l, w[hi]ch Miss Berry w[a]s so good as prom[ise] to bring fr[om] Paris – I told L[ad]y St[uar]t, it w[a]s for you –

‘I alw[a]ys th[ou]ght of giv[in]g you so[me] sm[all] rememb[ran]ce on y[ou]r entrée int[o] the gr[ea]t world – I wish[e]d it to be so[me]th[in]g useful,

‘and on[l]y hope I ha[ve] chos[e]n well, and th[a]t you will like the watch for its own sake, and for mine – I hope you

‘are all enjoy[in]g yours[elf], and look[in]g qui[te] rosy and well at Highcliffe – I sh[oul]d n[o]t kno[w] it ag[ai]n – If you still

‘hunt for fossils, and care as m[u]ch as ev[e]r for the collect[io]n, you can fancy how disap[pointe]d I w[a]s to f[i]nd, on

‘reach[in]g here, th[a]t all my fine specimens fr[om] Auvergne silv[e]r-mines, and man[y] oth[e]rs th[a]t were pack[e]d

‘in the carr[ia]ge tool-box, were lost in Lond[on], thrown away as lumber, I suppo[se], by the c[oa]chmakers’ men, who th[ou]ght

‘antiattrit[io]n better worth – I oft[e]n th[ou]ght of you among the high alps of Savoy, and wish[e]d you were w[i]th me –

‘wh[a]t sketch[in]g for Louisa! Gi[ve] my love to h[e]r – I shall alw[a]ys feel ver[y] m[u]ch interest[e]d for you both; and

‘bel[ieve] me, my d[ea]r Charlotte, y[ou]r ver[y] sincere and affect[iona]te fr[ie]nd A. [Anne] Lister – my kind rememb[rance]s to Miss Hyriott’ –

w[e]nt d[o]wn to br[eak]f[a]st at 11 1/4 and s[e]nt off th[e]n by Geo[rge] my let[ter] to ‘Mrs. Lawton the Rev[eren]d M. Miller’s Scarborough’ –

br[eak]f[a]st – Mr. Parker s[e]nt the lease of ‘Lidgit’ to Mr. Lamplengh Wickham Hird for A- [Adney] to r[ea]d ov[e]r – she r[ea]d it al[ou]d to me –

the game reserv[e]d as in my leases - on[l]y allow[e]d to ha[ve] 7DW. und[e]r plough – penalty £10 p[e]r DW. - n[o]t to cut or

prune timb[e]r – 34DW. - n[o]t to und[er]let exc[ept] w[i]th writ[ten] leave – Rent £100, term 10 y[ea]rs – asleep 1/2 h[ou]r – at my desk at 1 5/..

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wr[ote] my no[te] to C. St[uar]t and at 2 1/2 h[a]d writ[ten] so far of today, and h[a]d fold[e]d and seal[e]d up in envelope my no[te]

4 p[ages] of 1/2 sh[ee]t to ‘The Lady St[uar]t de Rothesay’ enclos[in]g in the sa[me] my no[te] to ‘the hon[oura]ble Miss Stuar]t’

and enclo[e]d th[e]se and my no[te] to ‘The hon[oura]ble L[ad]y St[uar]t Whitehall’ und[e]rcov[e]r to ‘Lord St[uar]t de Rothesay

3 Carlt[o]n h[ou]se terrace London’ – s[e]nt the ab[ov]e let[ter]s at 7 p.m. by Geo[rge] – A- [Adney] and I out at 2 3/4

to Brearley hill to meet Holt ab[ou]t gett[in]g wat[e]r for John Bott[omle]y and ab[ou]t sink[in]g pit to enab[le] me

to look aft[e]r Mr. Rawson – gett[in]g the wat[e]r will cost ab[ou]t £16 to £20 sink[in]g and driv[in]g at 3/. to 3/6 p[e]r y[ar]d

ab[ou]t 100 y[ar]ds – ord[ere]d th[i]s job to be advertis[e]d next week for lett[in]g as als[o] the pit sink[in]g – H- [Holt] th[in]ks

the pit will cost ab[ou]t 40/. p[e]r y[ar]d sink[in]g ab[ou]t 100 y[ar]ds deep to the low[e]r bed – saw the place n[ea]r the

upp[e]r gateway just ab[ov]e Conery wood in the Park farm well f[iel]d – w[i]th a sm[all] fire engine m[i]ght

get coal th[e]re for man[y] y[ea]rs – eas[il]y road[e]d al[on]g the f[ee]t of Bairstow, out just bel[ow] Whiskum cot[tage]

int[o] the new bank to H[alifa]x – pit to be oblong 8ft. x 5.4 .:. ab[ou]t n[o]t qui[te] s[ai]d S. W. [Samuel Washington] tonight, 5 sq[uare]

y[ar]ds stuff will co[me] out at each y[ar]d depth of sink[in]g – 5 x 100 = 500 y[ar]ds of stuff cart[in]g d[o]wn

to the f[ee]t of the wall oppos[i]te the h[ou]se = ab[ou]t £20 – the wat[e]r of dirt band (36 y[ar]ds band) and four-

-score y[ar]ds band to be gath[ere]d up in sink[in]g and turn[e]d the conery clough separ[atel]y or n[o]t to the h[ou]se –

H- [Holt] s[ai]d the coal w[oul]d sell at 8d. at the pits’ m[ou]th – and [no] turnip[ke] to H[alifa]x w[oul]d ma[ke] a penny

a load diff[eren]ce – Rawson sells at 9 1/2d. in the town – we sh[oul]d sell at 9d. – w[oul]d av[era]ge 5 1/2 corves

or loads p[e]r sq[uare] y[ar]d – 20 loads or one score w[oul]d sell for 13/4 at the pits mouth –

 gett[in]g  .   .                             4.6        13.4 – 8 = 5/4                                        say 1s.3d. p[e]r sq[uare] y[ar]d profit .:.

pull[in]g and bank[in]g              2.6      

                                                              say 3d. p[e]r load profit                          1 ac[re] or 4840 y[ar]ds = £242+ £60.10s.0d.

Tools                                          1.0      

Taxes                                          8.0     or 1/4 1/2 p[e]r sq[uare] y[ar]d profit                                              = £302 p[e]r ac[re]

 fr[om] Brearley hill A- [Adney] met me at Whiskum cot[tage] – th[e]nce d[o]wn the o[ld] b[ank] to H[alifa]x to the Bowling

foundry for fire-grates for n[or]th parl[ou]r n[or]th ch[ambe]r and tentr[oo]m – th[e]n to Miss Hebden’s – good acc[oun]t

of Charlotte Booth – th[e]n to Whitley’s – br[ou]ght ho[me] vol[ume] 3 [octavo] Lyell’s geol[og]y and Busby’s Journ[a]l am[on]g

the viney[ar]ds of Spain and Portug[a]l – and pamphl[e]t by Jo[h]n Travers on the Tea duties – th[e]n to Thorps’

ab[ou]t acorns and plant[in]g sett[in]g Bairstow w[i]th th[e]m – ho[me] up t he o[ld] b[ank] at 6 55/.. – din[ner] at 7 – coff[ee] – h[a]d

Washington – noth[in]g to be made of Mrs. Machin ab[ou]t the sale of h[e]r 11DW. of coal – b[u]t

W- [Washington] told he w[oul]d call ag[ai]n on Sat[urday] – A- [Adney] and I sat talk[in]g and read[in]g the newspap[e]r Geo[rge] br[ou]ght

b[a]ck th[i]s ev[enin]g – w[i]th my a[un]t fr[om] 9 3/4 to 10 3/4 – wr[ote] all b[u]t the 3 first lines of th[i]s p[age] till 11 1/2 p.m.

at w[hi]ch h[ou]r F[ahrenheit] 59 1/2° in my study – ver[y] fine day – no[te] fr[om] Mr. Wilkins[o]n Heath to say the front pew in the north gall[er]y nearest to the west gall[er]y was at lib[ert]y rent 1 guin[ea] a y[ea]r

[kinkymagnus]

hey speaking of convoluted roleplay, personally i like playing with truth serum. and look, i’ve got three modes with truth serum (maximum angst, tender fluff, and KINKY SHIT) and we’re just gonna stick with the third one for now so this isn’t ten years long.

so like you know classic fun fake power dynamics scenario like (damn now i’ve got the whole “mob boss” alec on the mind fuck) boss/secretary or maid or some shit, or the hero/villain shit i’ve had brewing for like a year, or the dragon/prince stuff i’ve had for longer, or whatever, the point is magnus is tied up and helpless and being “”made”” to take it, trying not to “break” as alec drags orgasm after orgasm from him, except at some point in all his cute “struggling” and weak “denials” of how he shouldn’t do this, alec casts a truth spell or gives him something and when he rubs the head of his cock at magnus’s wet pussy and teases him, asks him what he wants, magnus chokes out a please, please fill me with your cock, i want it so bad, and whines and begs for him all flushed cheeks and humiliation at being such a slut ;) 

like this works in so many scenarios like magnus trying to get himself under control, or even to just make what he’s saying seem less desperate (”i need this” comes out as “i want this so badly”) and his face burning as alec whispers dirty things in his ear about what he could do to him and magnus can’t help the yeses and pleases that are torn from his lips, can’t help how he sobs out thank you, thank you, oh, fuck, when alec slides into him (and sure they slip up and magnus can’t help but whine i love you or fuck i’m so glad we did this but honestly it’s just another sweet reminder you know?) 

and like even just in different specific roleplay scenes like. mob boss alec and lawyer magnus or even just you know in some way magnus getting bent over a big scary mobster’s desk and getting teased and examined and licked until he’s sobbing, told how pretty he is, pinning him down firmly so he can’t struggle or squirm away (there are many potential roleplay scenarios just specifically with mobster alec actually like. “paying off a debt” or “teaching him a lesson” lol) and then alec slaps his ass and asks him to say exactly what he wants and magnus tries to say whatever his “lines” are (you know like just let me go or i’ll pay you i swear or whatever you want to go with i don’t know) but instead all he can do is whine fuck me, please, make me cum on your cock and alec laughs at him and he’s embarrassed but so so wet??? amazing. or like alec “”threatening”” him you know but magnus is just like oh fuck i want you so bad i want you to pin me down and fuck me hard and alec’s like well i guess we could work out....an alternate arrangement ;)) (i picture these dorks not being incredibly good at those scenes bc they keep making cheesy puns or winking or slipping up with an i love you or a gentle kiss lmao but honestly it’s sweet and who cares about immersion when you’re having fun) 

boss alec pinning his secretary or his maid against a wall and teasing him, rubbing his clit through the thin fabric of his skirt or slipping a hand under his shirt and magnus melting into it and wanting to kiss him so badly, like, alec bending him over the desk or taking him against the wall and when it kicks in magnus is just babbling about how much he loves alec’s cock and alec’s hands and alec and alec asks him if he’s a little whore and magnus Very Eagerly is like yes yes i’m a whore i’m your little slut sir and i mean alec just has to reward honesty, doesn’t he? 

also idk why but i just imagined a sorta bad boy alec/nerdy magnus vibe? like. twi malec perhaps, and who knew “””shy””” nerdy lil magnus was such a kinky slut when you got to him open up a little? for some reason i’m imagining seelie magic in this one. lmao like this feels more au than roleplay (although it could just be REALLY lore heavy or some shit) but like they’re college students. alec’s a sexy Bad Boy with a cool leather jacket and magnus is like a quiet nerd but they go to some seelie party and truth shenanigans (magical truth or dare gone horribly wrong? just seelie pranks making the place of partying a no-lies zone, and then either magnus blurts something out or alec blurts something out or they hook up normally (magnus feeling Weirdly Bold, bonus if one of them did blurt something out because of the truth thing but didn’t realize) and then when they start hooking up they’re like “hm mayhaps something is up” lmao fuck idk 

ANYWAY dragon alec pinning “”””””””innocent””””””””” prince(ess for some fun feminization kink perhaps?) magnus to his bed, exploring his body and stripping off his layers of clothes one by one, magnus helpless and loving it underneath him, all oh we shouldn’t, i shouldn’t, and half-protesting even as he sighs and melts into every touch and whines and shivers with pleasure, and like, hey, CONVOULTED ROLEPLAY WITH A STORYLINE, he’s supposed to be an ~innocent virgin~ or you know ~wait for his prince charming~ or whatever and here he is getting fucked and ruined by the dragon guarding his tower instead, letting a dragon kiss his tits and spread his legs and lick his clit and fill his cunt with that Big Dragon Dick which just adds to the whole humiliation, pretty “”innocent”” little princess lifting his skirts and begging a dragon to raw him hard) and then, you know, bing bang boom truth spell and suddenly all those little half-protests and bitten back whines of pleasure (what if someone sees? and i should call the guards and alec laughs all low like wouldn’t you like that, if your guards came in and saw you like this, saw me about to stuff your pretty cunt full--go ahead, sweetling, call the guards, we’ll give them a show--) morph into very loud slutty moans of pleasure and begging breathlessly for alec to do all sorts of filthy things and even magnus looks shocked at some of the things he’s saying 

actually that was supposed to be mostly in character but there’s another fun part--obviously magnus consented to the truth whatever beforehand but this could also lead to him blurting out something even he didn’t expect (like, especially kinky/filthy and/or Soft(TM)) so it’s just like. magnus tied up, legs spread, face burning, pussy wet, having just let out a very long string of pleas for something incredibly explicit and dirty--i can’t think of a good example but like bonus if it’s twi magnus (bc u kno ;) ) and alec’s just like.....damn and magnus is like was that too much and alec is like no hold on i’m just taking notes babe 

but really tho like even if he’s at that point a little too fucked out to notice or care, sometimes alec gets just the incredible pleasure to see magnus totally fucked out and shamelessly begging for alec to fuck him and call him a whore and spank him and edge him or whatever else and he’s just like 🥰 i love my husband 🥰

ALSO this one is a little more dicey but pandemonium/public sex? i imagine it’d have to be a controlled crowd bc, you know, truth serum, but like, magnus getting fucked nice and hard and babbling all these sexy whiny desperate things????? in front of everyone??? (bonus actually if it’s more of like. an area thing, or if alec had some too--this wouldn’t work for all of the scenarios probably but also magnus losing his mind and getting the living daylights fucked out of him all while alec is whispering just like. the softest validation in his ear and he literally Knows it’s true? good.)

speaking of the whole knowing it’s true part that in particular makes it very hot for alec like magnus is babbling and whining so much about wanting alec so bad, wanting alec to do all these filthy things to him, and like, a) validation, magnus wants him This Bad, b) consent sexy and knowing just how much magnus likes it when he bends him over and spanks him and pins him down and makes him cry with pleasure? good. c) again just Hot like all these things he’s saying he a hundred percent means and it’s not that he doesn’t other times but there’s something really good about knowing magnus literally can’t lie and is one hundred percent not holding back and he’s just begging for alec’s cock :) 

i have so many thoughts on truth serum, even just this like, one third of the categories i have for truth serum ideas lmao 

#dlfgdfg yeah lots of air quotes oops. #trans magnus smut #also consider.... dragon alec 'catching' magnus #just saying

[anagiovanna]

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Naruto para colorir

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1 Desenhos do Naruto para colorir: desenhos, dicas de personalizações e brincadeiras

1.1 Desenhos do Naruto para colorir sozinho, com a família ou com os amigos

1.2 Quem é o personagem Naruto?

1.3 Ideias divertidas para você personalizar os seus desenhos do Naruto

1.3.1 Cabelos do Naruto

1.4 Conhecendo um pouco mais esse personagem

1.4.1 Desenhos famosos

1.4.2 Jogos divertidos

1.5 Brincadeiras criativas com os desenhos do Naruto

1.5.1 Colorindo por etapas e maratonando a série

1.5.2 Luz, câmera, ação!

1.5.3 Bingo das cores com os desenhos do Naruto

1.6 Os desenhos do Naruto são um dos prediletos de diversas crianças

Desenhos do Naruto para colorir: desenhos, dicas de personalizações e brincadeiras

O Naruto é um personagem que faz o maior sucesso entre as crianças. Para te inspirar ainda mais a explorar todo o mundo desse personagem, neste post vamos te mostrar vários desenhos do Naruto para colorir e se divertir.

Além dos desenhos, você ainda encontra ao longo do post, ideias de como personalizar o Naruto de uma maneira leve e descontraída, dicas de desenhos animados, jogos com esse personagem e sugestões de brincadeiras para você aproveitar todos esses desenhos ao máximo. Continue aqui, selecione os seus desenhos do Naruto e vamos juntos colorir e se divertir!

Desenhos do Naruto para colorir sozinho, com a família ou com os amigos

Confira agora os melhores desenhos do Naruto para você colorir e passar um tempo se divertindo de uma maneira diferente:

Quem é o personagem Naruto?

Naruto é um protagonista de uma série de desenho anime e mangá. Loiro, jovem e de olhos azuis, o personagem é conhecido por ser um menino divertido, brincalhão e amigável que sonha em se tornar Hokage, o líder ninja da sua vila.

No decorrer da série todos conseguem ver que o jovem tem um passado duro que se desenrola de uma maneira muito bem feita e planejada. Com essa junção de pontos positivos, Naruto é considerado um verdadeiro sucesso entre crianças e adultos.

  Ideias divertidas para você personalizar os seus desenhos do Naruto

Personalizar os desenhos do Naruto pode ser muito divertido. Com uma mistura de cores, texturas e técnicas variadas, conseguimos exercitar a nossa criatividade e criar novas perspectivas para o desenho. Quer saber como? Acompanhe as nossas dicas:

Cabelos do Naruto

Um dos pontos marcantes do personagem Naruto está nos seus cabelos loiros espetados. Dar um toque especial a essa parte do desenho pode ser muito interessante:

Misture várias tonalidades de amarelo para deixar o cabelo do personagem ainda mais divertido e criativo.

Utilize canetinhas para realçar alguns pontos marcantes do personagem: bochechas, faixa no cabelo, olhos azuis e boca.

Com o e.v.a. texturizado na cor amarela, faça um cabelo para o seu desenho do Naruto e veja como esse detalhe pode dar um toque especial à personalização.

Cole vários palitos pontiagudos no cabelo do personagem e veja como ele pode ficar mais espetado do que nunca.

Clique aqui e veja também: desenhos para colorir de super-heróis

Conhecendo um pouco mais esse personagem

Conhecer um pouco mais sobre o personagem que você vai colorir é interessante para ampliar a sua visão de cores, texturas e combinações. Sendo uma ótima ideia também para dar ainda mais significado ao desenho como um todo.

Desenhos famosos

Quer conhecer um pouco mais sobre o personagem Naruto através de séries de mangás e animes? Acompanhe essa lista com os melhores episódios segundo a opinião dos fãs:

“A Plea From A Friend”

O Fim das Lágrimas

Para um amigo…

A Besta Dentro

Além do limite da escuridão e da luz

O Demônio na Neve

Perder não é uma opção!

Manual Ninja Naruto

“The Fifth Gate”: Nasce um esplêndido Ninja”

“Gaara Vs. Rock Lee: O Poder da Juventude Explode!”

Jogos divertidos

O personagem Naruto faz muito sucesso no mundo dos games. Confira agora uma lista com o nome dos jogos para você se divertir, conhecer um pouco mais sobre esse herói e inspirar-se para colorir os desenhos:

Naruto Shippuden: Ultimate Ninja Storm 4

Naruto: Ultimate Ninja Storm

Naruto To Boruto Shinobi Striker

Naruto Shippuden: Ultimate Ninja Storm Trilogy – Switch

Naruto Shippuden: Ultimate Ninja Storm Revolution

Naruto Shippuden: Kizuna Drive

Brincadeiras criativas com os desenhos do Naruto

Os desenhos do Naruto também podem ser utilizados em diversas brincadeiras divertidas e para criar cada uma delas, basta soltar a imaginação e viajar para esse universo dos animes repleto de aventuras e descobertas.

Colorindo por etapas e maratonando a série

Para as crianças que são fãs do personagem Naruto, uma ótima ideia para colorir de uma maneira divertida é através de etapas seguindo a fases do personagem.

Torne tudo ainda mais interessante ao começar a assistir a série de mangá Naruto.

Dê para as crianças apenas os desenhos do personagem criança. Aos poucos, conforme o desenrolar de cada episódio você pode inserir temáticas e incentivar os pequenos a fazer cenários… Até que vocês cheguem juntos na fase adulta do Naruto.

Luz, câmera, ação!

Gravar um pequeno vídeo com os seus desenhos do Naruto pode render muitos momentos descontraídos e repletos de aprendizados.

Para colocar essa brincadeira em prática, siga as nossas instruções:

Peça para as crianças colorirem os desenhos do Naruto.

Separe um celular para a filmagem.

Faça cenários divertidos que envolvam as crianças e lembrem as cenas da série Naruto.

Recorte os desenhos do Naruto e cole-os em palitos de sorvete.

Monte uma história simples e divertida e comece as filmagens. Seu vídeo vai ficar incrível!

Após todas as gravações você ainda pode exibir as cenas para as crianças e montar uma sessão com direito a pipoca. Eles vão amar essa ideia!

Bingo das cores com os desenhos do Naruto

Para divertir ainda mais as crianças no momento de colorir os desenhos do Naruto faça um bingo das cores. Quer saber como? Acompanhe o passo a passo:

Coloque vários números aleatórios nos desenhos do Naruto. Exemplo: cabelo, roupa, rosto. Evite as partes pequenas como olhos e boca*

Imprima os desenhos.

Em uma folha branca faça uma tabela com vários quadrados e coloque números de 1 a 100.

Imprima a tabela.

Distribua os desenhos do Naruto e recorte os quadrados com os números.

Coloque todos os números em um saco e distribua lápis de cores para as crianças.

Faça sorteios como em um bingo. Vence a criança que acabar de colorir os desenhos primeiro!

Observação: lembre-se de distribuir a mesma quantidade de números em cada desenho para que a competição seja justa entre as crianças.

Os desenhos do Naruto são um dos prediletos de diversas crianças

Os desenhos do Naruto são cheios de emoções, aprendizados, alegrias e diversões. Colorir cada um desses desenhos e inventar novas brincadeiras é uma ótima ideia para passar um tempo de qualidade junto com as crianças.

Você também é fã desse personagem? Comente aqui qual foi o seu desenho do Naruto predileto!

#desenhos #desenhos de colorir #desenhos para colorir #desenhos para imprimir #desenhos para imprimir e colorir #desenhos para pintar #Naruto

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Years ago today

16th March

2015:   Chas struggles to keep up with Aaron’s running. 

2016:  It’s the day of Gordon’s plea hearing and everyone is upset about the “liar” being scratched into Aaron’s car. Robert turns up to court last minute. Gordon fakes the very sick man for sympathy. Robert comforts Aaron at the bridge later and convinces him to keep going. 

2017: Robert is very worried about Aaron, which leads to Liv telling him about the drugs. So Robert goes to visit him and confront him and they have a big fight which leads to both of them thinking they split up. Robert goes back to the Mill and gets drunk, drowning in self pity and lovesickness, he texts Rebecca and when she comes over, sleeps with her. 

2018: Chas and Paddy announce that they are expecting a baby in the pub.

(First links are always the transcripts/wiki page, the following are the clips)

(Years ago today masterpost)

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