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gwendolynlerman · 10 months

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Untranslatable words (part 3)

Here are part 1 and part 2. I have also made other posts with untranslatable words in Spanish and German.

Arabic: غرفة [ḡurfa] (the amount of water that can be held in one hand), يقبرن [yaqbirna] (literally “may you bury me”, wishing that a loved one outlives you because of how unbearable life would be without them)

Bantu: mbuki-mvuki (to shed one’s clothing spontaneously and dance naked in celebration)

Dutch: gezellig (cozy, nice, pleasant, sociable), struisvogelpolitiek (literally “ostrich politics”, an evasive style of politics that fails to address problems by either ignoring them or by creating a false sense of security through ineffective measures)

Finnish: poronkusema (the distance a reindeer can comfortably travel before taking a break, around 7.5 kilometers/4.7 miles)

French: feuillemorte (of the color of a faded, dying leaf), l’appel du vide (literally “the call of the void”, the inexplicable draw of the dangerous and unknown future), noceur (someone who goes to sleep late or not at all or one who stays out late to party)

German: Drachenfutter (literally “dragon fodder”, the gift a husband gives a wife when he is trying to make up for bad behaviour), Kabelsalat (literally “cable salat”, cable clutter)

Greek: μεράκι (intense passion)

Hungarian: szimpatikus (nice, likeable)

Japanese: ぼけっと [boketto] (gazing vacantly into the distance without thinking about anything), 風物詩 [fūbutsushi] (the things that evoke memories of a particular season)

Hawaiian: ʻakihi (listening to directions and then walking off and promptly forgetting them)

Hindi: जुगाड़ (jugāṛ) (a process or technique that lessens disorder in one’s life, making it easier to manage or more convenient)

Icelandic: tíma (not being ready to spend time or money on a specific thing despite being able to afford it)

Indonesian: jayus (a joke so terrible and unfunny it can’t help but make you laugh)

Inuktitut: ᐃᒃᑦᓱᐊᕐᐳᒃ [iktsuarpok] (the act of repeatedly going outside to check if someone is coming)

Italian: commuòvere (to move in a heartwarming way)

Malay: pisan zapra (the time needed to eat a banana)

Norwegian: forelsket (the indescribable feeling of euphoria experienced as one begins to fall in love)

Portuguese: nefelibata (literally “cloud-walker”, one who lives in the clouds of their own imagination or dreams or does not obey the conventions of society), saudade (a vague, constant desire for something that does not and probably cannot exist, a nostalgic longing for someone or something loved and then lost)

Russian: разлюбить (razliubit) (to fall out of love)

Sanskrit: कल्प [kalpa] (the passing of time on a grand cosmological scale)

Scottish Gaelic: sgrìob (the peculiar itchiness that settles on the upper lip before taking a sip of whiskey)

Spanish: cotisuelto (someone who insists on wearing their shirt tails untucked)

Swedish: mångata (the roadlike reflection of the moon on the water), smultronställe (literally “place of wild strawberries”, a special place treasured for solace and relaxation, free from stress or sadness), tretår (on its own, “tår” means a cup of coffee and “patår” is the refill of said coffee, so a “tretår” is therefore a second refill)

Tagalog: kilig (to experience shivers and suffer pangs from strong emotions, usually romantically)

Ursu: گویا [goyā] (a transporting suspension of disbelief, an “as-if” that feels like reality), ناز [nāz] (the pride and assurance that comes from knowing one is loved unconditionally)

Wagiman: murr-ma (the act of searching for something in the water with only one’s feet)

Welsh: glas wen (literally “blue smile”, one that is sarcastic or mocking), hiraeth (homesickness, nostalgia, a longing for somewhere one cannot or will not return to)

Yiddish: לופֿטמענטש [luftmentsh] (literally “air person”, someone who is a bit of a dreamer)

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divinesilverdingo · 1 year

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"Sad Dad" works like God of War and Last of Us should be renamed to The Roadlikes.

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runswithcoyote · 2 years

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Stronger Now Than ive Ever Been

Its funnyTo see a previous versionOf yourselfIn t/ body of anotherIts refreshingTo knowYour current form isDevoid of past weaknesses 😎Onward this roadLike a drifterBorn to walk alonei wonder…In time will you arriveAt t/ same destinationAs i currentlyi who am your future selfDear amigo 🤣🤣😇

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saturnwritings · 4 years

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one drink too many

—after getting a bit too rowdy on a girls night out, it’s up to bakugou to take care of you when things go south and the night dwindles to a close.

pairing(s): bakugou x reader (established)

word count: 2735

warnings: bad decisions made by consumption of alcohol

a/n: special thanks to my irl friend kim for suggesting this!! and uhh,, if y’all wanna give me sum nice juicy requests i would be happy to 😎 also my first bnha fic!! kinda weird since bakugou isnt really in my list of best boys (hes like b or a tier ngl 😔 but my friend really likes him also this was v fun i starting writing at 2 and ended at like 11 but im really proud of it)

“Hey y/n! You almost ready to go? The Uber’s almost here!”

As you held your phone up to your ear, your eyes widened. You had almost completely forgotten about the girls night out you planned, despite already being dressed.

You promised your boyfriend you’d hang out with him before you left, so there you were: all dressed up in your fancy, going-out clothes watching Bakugou train in the on-campus gym, that is, until you got a call from Mina, which completely snapped you out of your daze.

To be honest, you could watch Bakugou train for hours, days even. The way his body moved with such determination, wow, your eyes were glued to him. Even from where you sat against the wall of the empty room, you could see his muscles flexing with every move - but you had planned this outing weeks ago and the girls would kill you if you ditched them to watch you boyfriend work out of all things.

“Oh, yeah! I’m… on my way! I’ll see you at the entrance.” You quickly responded as you hung up. stood up and grabbed your small bag. You called out to Bakugou, who was so engrossed in fighting a punching-bag that he didn’t notice you walk over to him.

“Hey, Katsuki, Mina just called, I gotta now,” you placed your hand on his shoulder as you tip-toed to give him a small kiss, “Don’t stay up too late training, okay?” You paused for a second, “And try not to get into too much trouble while I’m gone.” You teased with a small laugh. Bakugou rolled his eyes.

“Tch, whatever, loser.” He said, breaking eye contact, though there was no trace of malice in his voice.

***

The bar was never really your favorite place to be. It was sticky and smokey and loud and there was always a person who stood a little too close to you on the dance floor. Thankfully, you always managed to have a good and fun time and loosen up with a drink or two. And if all else fails, the bar you went to wasn’t so far from the dorms, around 15 minutes by car, so you knew if you really wanted to leave, it was no problem.

After a couple sessions of dancing with Mina and Hagakure, and probably too many rounds of shots with Jirou and, surprisingly, Yaomomo, you found yourself stumbling towards a nearby pool table, despite being surrounded by guys already engaging in a match.

“Hey! Can we, uhm, use this after you?” You slurred, probably sounding like roadlike. The guys took a second to exchange glances, then started laughing hysterically. You grew puzzled.

“Oh,” One guy looked you up and down, “You know how to play?” You frowned. Even in your drunken state you could tell he was being condescending. You huffed.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Well, I mean, you’re a girl?” He said, as if it was the most obvious answer in the world. “Girls don’t know how to play pool.”

“Oh yeah? Well then… I challenge you to a game!” You said as you crossed your arms over your chest and lifted your chin. You didn’t exactly think this plan through, seeing as though you weren’t really in any shape to play competitively and seriously, but drunk you was not about to take shit for a sexist stranger. The man quirked his eyebrow, an amused smirk dancing on his lips.

“Okay then,” He said with a chuckle as he handed you a pool cue, “Game on,” He paused and mocked looking pensive, “and good luck.” Something about his smile didn’t sit right with you. You scoffed. By then, all your friends were gathered around to watch.

They knew how competitive you got, and while they should probably stop the showdown to prevent bad things from happening in the near future, it was good entertainment.

After a while of playing, only the 8-ball was left; it was your turn. Feeling very buzzed, you lined up your cue and tried focusing on one of the pockets, however it seemed as though your vision just dropped to -5 and you were looking at the Eiffel Tower from Spain. In simpler terms: you were fucked.

As much as you knew you wouldn’t be able to win, your stubbornness didn’t allow you to back out or admit defeat. As you were about to hit the ball, you felt someone behind you slightly nudge your cue, causing the ball to roll off course and instead it hit one of the walls. You gasped and looked behind you and sure enough, there was your opponent, looking extremely satisfied with a smirk on his face.

“Hey! You cheated, what the hell?!”

“Hm… did I? Or was I just right about little girls not being able to play pool?” Anger bubbled within you.

“No!” You shouted, “Absolutely not, you so clearly cheated! You knocked my stick and… made the ball go… somewhere else!” The mix of alcohol and anger made it a bit hard for you to think straight, and trying to think honestly gave you a headache.

“Woah! Getting pretty feisty, huh. Try to manage your emotions more, then maybe people might start taking you seriously.” He and his friends laughed. You were so taken aback that all you could do was scoff as you looked at him with disgust.

Now, sober you would definitely not approve of what you were about to do. No, normally you were composed and knew how to handle yourself; drunk you had a different plan. You growled (you had apparently picked it up from being around Bakugou so much) as you stomped over and shoved him.

Everyone around you oohed, Uraraka and Mina exchanged nervous glances. Uraraka was close enough to you to know when you were being reckless, and Mina, usually forced into being the mediator for your and Bakugou’s arguments, knew you wouldn’t back down from a fight.

As you were about to beat this guy up, you felt Mina grab your arm and pull you back to the rest of the girls.

“Hey! What’re you doing?” You struggled to rip your arm away from Mina’s grip, but she was steady and, admittedly, more sober. All the girls collectively sighed, and it was Mina who spoke up at the end.

“y/n, you’re out of control. You can’t just beat a random guy up at a bar just because he cheated at pool! No matter how sexist that piece of trash is…” She seemed to mumble the last part, “Let’s just try to have a fun rest of the night, okay?” She gave you a small smile as she rested her hand on your shoulder. You huffed.

“No, he deserves it! Piece of… poop,” You crossed your arms childishly “You can’t stop me!” You stormed off back to the guy, intending to give him a piece of your mind while Uraraka followed with a worried look on her face as she attempted to diffuse the situation.

“Ugh, it’s no use. She won’t listen to us!” Jirou groaned. Deep down, the girls knew that the guy deserved it, but beating him up wouldn’t solve anything and it was definitely not the mature or right thing to do, they were training to be heroes, after all. The girls were all deep in thought when Hagakure spoke up.

“Let’s call Bakugou, y/n always listens to him! Or maybe he can just carry her home if she won’t!” The girls pondered this for a second. Momo sighed.

“Unfortunately, that might be our best option,” She glanced at Uraraka standing between you and the guy, “It’s not like we could manage to get her into an Uber or on the train, let alone carry her all the way home.” All the girls seemed to have come to an agreement. They decided Mina should call Bakugou, they hung out the most and she was the person who Bakugou would most likely pick up on.

Mina pulled out her phone and looked for the contact, holding her phone up to her ear as it rang.

“Hey Bakugou… Uhm, so there’s been a situation.”

***

After what seemed like hours, but was actually 10 minutes of trying to calm you down and hold you off long enough for Bakugou to arrive, he finally did.

The girls were in the middle of holding you back, when, out of nowhere, a hand gripped your arm strongly and pulled you away. You heard the girls sigh in relief as you were about to chew out this guy as well, when you looked up and saw none other than your boyfriend starting at you with an intense look. You became nervous before growing confused: What was Katsuki doing here? It’s girls night… he’s not a girl is he? Your drunken mind was very frazzled.

“Wait a second… what’re you doing here?” You slurred. Bakugou rolled his eyes.

“Tch, dumbass. Come with me, we’re leaving.” You gasped with betrayal.

“Nooo, ‘Suki I don’t wanna go! I gotta… beat his ass.” you hiccuped, followed by a very intoxicated giggle. Bakugou scoffed.

“No. You’re too drunk right now, you’re gonna do something stupid,” He said as he pulled you out of the bar by your arm, “We’re leaving.” You whined, on the verge of a tantrum, but you knew Bakugou’s word was final. You let your shoulders slump as he guided you outside, Mina followed.

“Thanks for getting here so quickly, Bakubro, it’s hard to handle y/n when she’s like this…” Mina said, rubbing her neck awkwardly. You shifted as Bakugou held up by the waist, your arm slung around his shoulders.

“Whatever, she makes stupid decisions when she’s drunk, it’s a pain in the ass to take care of her,” He was lying, of course, he loved taking care of you, drunk of not, this was mostly for appearances’ sake.

Mina didn’t buy it though, she knew that even though it was always you taking care of Bakugou and calming him down everyday, Bakugou cared deeply for you and did the same. Internally, she found the switching of dynamics very endearing.

“We’re leaving, I’m taking her home.” Bakugou said, suddenly.

“Oh, okay. Let me just get the girls and we can go-”

“No, it’s fine, just… stay there, I guess.” Mina was baffled as Bakugou looked away, “Just, ugh! Whatever, I’ll take her home, you can stay here.” He blurted out. Mina was very taken aback.

“Oh… okay then! Thanks Bakubro!” She said as she pushed the door of the bar open and headed inside. Bakugou sighed, he was too soft when it came to you. He looked back at you, practically hanging off him, and fought the urge to sigh again.

Your hair was a mess and your outfit was rumpled, you would also groan occasionally, most definitely from a headache. Being able to be outside and get some fresh air really made you realize how out of it you were, Bakugou noticed as well as you swayed slightly. You looked up and caught Bakugou staring at you, you tilted your head in confusion.

“Wait… ‘Suki? Wha-” Bakugou narrowed his eyes in confusion, waiting for you to say something, “When did you get here? I was inside, and you were… not inside” You stared off into space for a second before coming to, “Woah…”

“You were being stupid, I had to come save your ass from being beat.” Bakugou replied, rolling his eyes, “C’mon, we’re going to the station.”

“Station?”

“Train station.”

“Ohhh… okay.” You guys stayed quiet until you arrived at the steps of the train station, only minutes away from the bar; Bakugou thought it was better than waiting for an Uber.

“Give me your bag.” Bakugou held his hand out expectantly.

“What? No! You could… steal something!” You said, shaking your head childishly.

“y/n come on! We need to get your IC card to go on the train, then we can go home.” Bakugou said, as if explaining something to a child. You thought for a second.

“Fine, here!” You took your bag off your shoulder and almost shoved it into his hands. He rummaged around before pulling out your wallet. He sighed in relief when he saw your IC card, thankfully, you had it on you at all times. Bakugou pulled out his own and guided you to the gates.

“Ugh, why wont this stupid thing work?!” You said, scanning your card in the completely wrong place and shoving at the turnstiles.

“You put it here.” Bakugou guided your hand to the scanner and gave a nudge as an indicator to walk through. He gave an affectionate eye roll when he heard your little ‘woah’. As much as a dumbass you were when you were drunk, he loved being able to take care of you in return for all the time you took care of him.

The carriage was near-empty and, thankfully, silent. Bakugou knew what loudness did to your headaches, and he really didn’t want to experience it right then. Due to the carriage not being busy, you were able to get seats next to each other.

After the train started, your head naturally fell onto Bakugou’s shoulder. It seemed as though the train ride was too short and too long all at once; the moonlight was illuminating your face and your eyes were closed. He could feel the soft rise and fall when you breathed. Things like this had happened many times before, but Bakugou could never really get over how peaceful and ethereal you looked, despite being very drunk. He felt as though he could stay in that moment forever.

He looked in the opposite direction so you couldn’t see his blush.

A short walk later and you guys were at the dorms. You stumbled into your room with Bakugou supporting you.

“Ugh!” You groaned as you collapsed face-down on your bed. Bakugou pinched the bridge of his nose.

“No, y/n, you have to get ready for bed first before you sleep,” You responded with a groan as Bakugou lifted you up to sit upright, “Wait here.”

A while later, Bakugou re entered the room with supplies in hand and was pleased to see you hadn’t moved, you were probably too tired to cause any more mayhem. He set the things down on the bed next to you and started to work. “Stay still, okay?” He said, you hummed and nodded slightly as a reply, already half asleep.

Meanwhile, Bakugou took a cotton pad soaked in make-up remover and wiped it all over your face, then applied the several skincare products you had in what he hoped was the correct order and area. He had watched you enough times to have a basic understanding of your night routine, but still wasn’t quite sure of himself.

After doing your skincare, he walked over to your closet to pick out some comfy pyjamas for you. As he was filing through, he took note of the several hoodies he had previously dubbed missing, however he took one out anyway. He handed you the hoodie, expecting you to know to change. Instead, you made grabby hands at him and whined.

“‘Sukiii, I’m tired.” Bakugou sighed.

“I know, dummy, but you gotta change first, okay?” You grumbled but started to undress, before getting stuck in your clothes and Bakugou needing to help with what seemed like the 100th sigh of the evening.

Finally, you were dressed and Bakugou tucked you into bed, sitting on the covers next to you. He recounted the night, starting with getting a call from Mina saying you got into trouble and were able to fight someone, then running to the bar to save your ass and taking you home. He shook his head slightly.

“And you told me not to get in trouble,” He said, mostly to himself, he thought you were asleep, or just couldn’t understand him at this point.

“It’s not my fault! It was that guy, he was… doing stuff.” You puffed out your cheeks and furrowed your brows. Bakugou gave a small laugh and smile.

“I know, dumbass.” When he looked back at you, he was met with your closed eyes. He leaned down and kissed your forehead, and before leaving the room, you had woken up just enough to hear him say goodnight.

“I love you, loser.”

bonus - the next day

mina: yo how’d u get to the bar so fast

bakugou: i ran wdym

mina: coolcoolcoolcoolcoolcoolcool

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pressedinthepages · 4 years

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Mångata

noun. the glimmering, roadlike reflection of moonlight on water.

Fandom: The Witcher

Pairing: Jaskier x Reader

Word Count: 2242

Rating: E

ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/24673801

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a/n: Late night skinny dipping in a lake could lead to something interesting...no one asked for this, but this is a fav trope of mine so i just hadddd to do it...send me requests of more pairings/tropes to write!!!

Warnings: shameless smut, sex, penetrative sex, female reader

The chill of the water on your feet sends a shiver up your spine and you curse aloud. You really do not want to have to do this, but you’re sweaty and dirty and aching, and this is the first body of water that you’ve seen in days. It’s a nice enough lake, surrounded by forest and drenched in light from the full moon overhead. The water is clear enough to see through to the bottom, but-

“Melitele’s tits, the water’s freezing!” Jaskier exclaims, probably loud enough to wake the dead. You bite your lip, dreading the idea of taking a full plunge. But you would rather gnaw your own foot off than deal with being this filthy for even one more day, so, with a resigned sigh, you begin to undo the buttons on your blouse.

The summer air is warm on your arms as you let the shirt slip to the ground behind you. Nevertheless, your fingers tremble a bit as they move to the ties at the waist of your skirt. You can tell that Jaskier is watching your every move, but you pretend not to notice as you step out of the skirt, the edges damp from the little bit of water seeping upwards.

As you are left in just a light chemise and underclothes, the light of the moon dancing along your skin, Jaskier takes in a deep breath before moving to his own trousers. You steel your nerves before swiftly removing the chemise, your nipples hardening under the faint breeze. Quickly, you continue your movements, removing your smallclothes and tossing them into the pile of your clothes.

You chance a small peek at Jaskier, and you find him staring at you, mouth agape and trousers only around his knees as he struggles to keep his balance. He rights himself and removes them, eyes never leaving your body. His gaze is like the sun, intense and radiant, and you feel the flames lick along your skin as they roam over your form.

His chemise is hanging askew, and as he pulls it over his head, your eyes float downward and notice that he is half-hard. You flush, heat pooling in your core with the knowledge of his desire. In a sudden burst of bravery, you begin to step forward, the water enveloping your legs as you glance over your shoulder and throw Jaskier a wink and a knowing smirk.

He throws a hand across his chest dramatically as you fully turn back to face him, the water now to your stomach. You slowly lower a bit further in, your body dipping below the surface, leaving only your head above the water. You rise once more, your breasts glistening as the moonlight dances along the beads of moisture dripping down your skin.

You crook a finger at him, calling out “You going to just stand there and gawk at me, or are you going to give me a hand?”

“Well, love, I was quite enjoying the show, but if you insist…” Jaskier strides forward, grimacing with every new inch of skin exposed to the sharp chill of the water.

You hold out a hand to him as he gets close, his fingers intertwining with yours. Warmth radiates from him, but you feel him shiver as you raise your free hand to his chest, lazily drifting your fingers across the dusting of hair. You raise your head, his eyes stealing your breath. They are the clearest blue, woven of moonlight and river water. He is looking at you as if you are his entire world, and you are confident that he truly believes that.

Jaskier steps closer, hands moving to your hips and his body pressing against you. You can feel his hardness at your thigh, hot and heavy. You tilt your head up and meet him, finally, for a kiss that is burning with the love and lust of the moment. You shift your leg, dragging his cock against your skin and Jaskier hums against your lips. You open your mouth and allow him to deepen the kiss, letting yourself get drunk on the taste of him.

Jaskier’s hands rove your body, dripping water that rinses you of the grime of traveling. You mirror his actions, feeling his skin grow softer under your touch. When you are satisfied with the rinse, you thread your fingers into his hair, the ends dampening a bit from your hands.

Jaskier pulls back to let you both catch your breath, but only for a moment. He moves to your neck, gently kissing down the line of your shoulder. His hands move to your breasts, softly kneading the tender flesh. His mouth moves lower, taking one of your nipples and sucking. You arch into his touch, eager for more. You feel him smirk against you, licking and tugging at a devastatingly slow pace.

“Jaskier...” you groan, low and sinful, “please-”

“Hmm, anything for you, my dear.” He adjusts, his mouth and hand switching places. He takes your other nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the sensitive peak. His other hand drifts lower and he nudges your legs open, just enough for him to run his fingers along your cunt. Your fingers tighten in his hair as you whimper, desperate to fall apart under his touch.

Suddenly, his teeth glance along your chest and send a bolt of heat straight to your core. You yank him back up, kissing him hard as you wind one of your legs around his waist. It’s sloppy and needy, both of you running on pure instinct to chase your pleasures. Jaskier’s fingers deftly run along your heat, circling around the bundle of nerves at the top.

You wrap yourself further around him, nestling your head into his neck and crying out as he holds you up by the waist. He whispers praises and prayers, quietly and only for you. Your walls flutter as he slowly pushes a finger inside of you. He moves lazily, only adding a second finger when you begin to grind down onto his palm. His thrusts gain momentum, your hips meeting him as he spreads you open and presses his palm against your clit. The water sloshes and swirls as you move, the chill of the water grounding you and allowing you to focus on the man before you.

You can feel the pleasure building, threatening to spill over when Jaskier abruptly stops and jumps back. You fall forward and he catches you and you can feel his heart beating out of control.

“What the ever-loving fuck was that???” he yelps, startled out of his arousal. You look down into the water and see…

A plant. With leaves.

You roll your eyes, gaining your footing and lightly pushing him backward towards the shoreline.

“Love, it was just a sprig of duckweed, relax,” you purr, soothing him as you run your hands down his arms. The muscles jump beneath your touch and his eyes soften. When the water is at your waist you step around him, pulling him to turn and watch as you walk back to the shore. The water cascades down your legs as you approach the edge of the lake, the warmth of the air embracing you once more.

The grass that lines the shore tickles and scratches lightly at your ankles as you spin, catching Jaskier’s gaze. It always baffles you that this man, who is so famously eloquent with words, could be struck speechless at just the sight of you. You bend to grab your skirt and you hear a soft hiss and the faint splashing of water and you look back to Jaskier, who is palming himself under the surface.

Your teeth catch your bottom lip as you move to lay the skirt out onto the ground. It’s already filthy, might as well make use of the soft fabric. You settle onto the ground, reclining onto your elbows and ever so slightly spreading your legs. Shifting your weight to one arm, you bring your other hand down to your core to resume where Jaskier left off. Your fingers circle your clit and you moan, spreading yourself under Jaskier’s watchful eyes.

Jaskier breathes your name before walking towards you, pulled by the spell of your arousal. You watch as he rises from the water, jealous of the moon as it dances and kisses along his skin. The water drips and tumbles from him, hanging on until it can no longer. His hand never leaves his cock, pumping slowly as he pads across the ground to rest at your feet.

He lowers to one knee, moving to lean over you as he kisses up your leg. Jaskier takes his time, content with the little gasps he pulls from you at every touch. He pulls your hand away as he places a chaste kiss to the peak of your core, the sweetness of the gesture contradicting the lust of the moment. He does not linger, moving up your stomach and between your breasts, leaving a trail of fire in his wake.

You move your arms to wind around his neck, pulling him to your lips. He adjusts, settling between your legs as you wrap them around his waist. He brackets his arms on either side of your head and you trail your hands back down his chest. The water is still cool under your fingers, and every so often you feel a bit drip from the ends of Jaskier’s hair onto your neck.

One of your hands grips his waist before the other wraps around his length, and you can feel the drip of his arousal onto the cleft of your cunt. The moan he lets into your mouth is warm and light, all sunshine and dripping with honey. You gently pull him to you, guiding him until he presses at your entrance.

You fall back, head resting among the grass and flowy fabric as Jaskier pushes forward, resting his forehead on yours and sheathing himself inside of you in one swift motion. You arch once more into his touch, impatient and trembling beneath him.

“Ah, fuck” he whispers as you dig your fingers against his ass, silently begging for more.

“Eloquent as always, dear,” you chuckle, the raspiness of your voice betraying your need to be sated.

Jaskier begins to move, just slight thrusts at first before deepening them, your hips canting up to meet his every move. You cannot hold back the whimpers that spill from your lips, pleading for him to fuck you.

He suddenly thrusts himself forward, capturing your lips in a bruising kiss and nipping at them as he pulls back. He pushes himself upwards, settling on his knees as he pushes your legs further apart.

From this angle, he hits that impossibly deep spot inside of you that makes you see stars and your cunt clenches around him. You try to set a faster pace, but Jaskier only smiles down at you as he continues thrusting lazily through your heat.

“Ah, ah,” he chuckles, “you are being very impatient tonight.”

“Well, if you weren’t so fucking stubborn I wouldn’t have to be,” you grate out as you keep trying to quicken the pace. Jaskier may be adamant, but he is not cruel. He speeds his thrusts ever so slightly, his hands running streaks of light across your legs. He moves to grasp your hips, his fingers holding you hard enough to bruise.

His movements suddenly become incredibly quick, hips snapping against you as you yell out to the sky. Every move hits that spot deep in your core and the fire in your belly builds and spreads through your body. Your hips move fast, sloppily meeting him before stilling, his cock pounding relentlessly into you. The dam breaks and spills, pleasure flooding your senses as you rock your hips, blindly grasping for any bit of Jaskier you can reach. Waves of light soar through you, burning their path along your skin.

Jaskier keeps moving, thrusting fast and deep within you as you climax. Your walls grip and flutter around him and he cries out, stilling within you and gripping your hips flush to him. His spend is hot and thick inside of you, and you can feel a bit drip out around the seal of his cock. Jaskier falls forward, resting his weight on you as you both come down from your pleasure.

As he finds himself once more, he slowly pulls out of you, more of his spend falling out of you as he rolls to lay beside you. You turn, gazing into his eyes and seeing nothing but pure happiness and adoration.

He wraps his arms around you, pulling you close as he whispers, “You know, this whole world is so beautiful. The sun, the moon, the stars, everything around us existing in perfect harmony. But you know what?”

You hum, brushing your nose against his.

“I love you more than I love this life, and I’d give it all up in half of a heartbeat if it meant spending even just one moment with you in my arms.”

He leans forward and kisses you, all sweetness and light, and you can feel the promise and dedication behind it. You could almost cry with the sentiment, and though you may not be so talented with turn of phrase, you pull back and say, with all of your might,

“I love you too.”

#jaskier x reader #smut #my fic #skinny dipping #a fav trope #fem!reader

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casualnepotism · 4 years

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mångata n. (ˈmoːŋˌɡɑːta) the roadlike reflection of moonlight on the water

måne: moon. from the Old Swedish māne, from the Old Norse máni, ‘the moon’, from the Proto-Norse *ᛗᚨᚾᛟ, from the Proto-Germanic *mēnô, from the Proto-Indo-European *mḗh₁n̥s, 'moon, month’

gata: street road. from the Old Swedish gata, from the Old Norse gata, from the Proto-Germanic *gatwǭ, ‘street, passage’

Dictionary Folk - M - Sunny Ray and Valentine

#there's not that many queue words ya feel #nanowrimo #definition #mångata #swedish #kit's dnd life #sunny ray #honestly you love to see these two #the worst possible couple tbh #but he's super hot so #it be like that

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sophiemnguyen · 4 years

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swedish word meaning the roadlike reflection of moonlight on water

#mångata

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louisysl · 7 years

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#''Mångata: the glimmering; roadlike reflection the moon creates on water''#this lowkey feels like you're calling me out #as it is a swedish word #y'know i studied swedish for uhhh nine years?#and yeah i can't even hold up a conversation #oops #Anonymous

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7. If you could pick any fantasy creature to be your pet, which would you pick? 12. What's the most magical place you've ever been to? 13. Would you rather have wings or a mermaid tail? 38. What's your favorite word? :D

7: If you could pick any fantasy creature to be your pet, which would you pick? Unicorns and dragons. I don’t know why but I adore them. I have a small dragon on my bagpack which became my mascot after my second trip to Kraków.

12: What's the most magical place you've ever been to? Hinterzarten, Kraków, Zakopane and Kőszeg. I can’t wait to go to more magical places.

13: Would you rather have wings or a mermaid tail? Even if I fear of flying, I would choose wings. I could fly to the places that I would love to visit.

38: What's your favorite word? I have a few. Here is one in 4 of my favourite languages + Hungarian with their meanings. Světluška (Czech): firefly Mångata (Swedish): it is the roadlike reflection of moonlight on water Revontulet (Finnish): northern lights Nadzieja (Polish): Hope Édesanya, édesapa (Hungarian): mother, father (literally: sweet mother, sweet father)

Thank you for your questions. ^_^

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pussreboots · 6 years

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No matter how many actual lanes a modern superhighway expands into laterally, the American road is always metaphorically a two-way single street, generating either exploration (the panoramic view head through the windshield) or escape (the furtive backward glance in the rear-view mirror), and, perhaps, the sudden reversibility of destiny and destination promised by the possibility of making — a legal or illegal — u-turn.

"On the Run and on the Road" by Corey K. Creekmur in The Road Movie Book ed. by Steven Cohan and Ina Rae Hark (1997), p. 90

The less roadlike the road is, the less true this statement is. Sometimes there is no chance of U-turn (illegal or otherwise).

#roadtrip #roadshow #road narrative #Road Movie Book #On the Run and on the Road #there and back again #on the road

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allumita · 3 years

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March 1st

I dreamt I was a girl , perhaps 15-20 , running from the authorities in a dilapidated, overgrown part of a city, otherwise abandoned. The old metal buildings were falling apart as plants grew through them, grass where once there was pavement. As I kept running forward, the shape of the city became more obvious, a giant wedge of a circle, with walls on either side as I came to the central point. It was within a massive self sustaining domed complex, with its own atmosphere, plant life, food, water, etc, split into 13 wedges each a different city which only occasionally interacted with eachother. I was escaping from the authorities of my city for some thought crime. Towards the end of the road, their were stairs leading up to a raised section (concrete and metal, also overgrown with grass) and here I was cornered.

At one point, on of the people chasing me , a man of indeterminate age although younger than 40, saw me, and despite having the opportunity to catch me, let me go.

The authorities surrounded me , and soon my parents and other members of the community showed up. They begged for me to receive forgiveness, but their pleas fell on deaf ears. However, rather than execute me, they decided to exile me, perhaps to avoid the controversy that would result from publicly executing member of the community. As the world outside was a wasteland, it was scene essentially the same way, but I took the offer of exile , and the door at the end of the raised platform, at the point of the wedge, was opened, and I was placed in a chute given only meagre provisions, and then pushed through, before blacking out due to the speed at which the chute pushed me through. When I came too I was lying on the ground outside, in the wasteland that was the rest of the world.

I was laying in a shallow swamp (no more than a couple of cm deep) of brightly colored, thick oily red petroleum like substance, with an unnatural perfumey smell , but also like epazote. In it there were strange red plants , which looked like the bottom of drained lake bed, lying on the ground, but also didn't resemble any real life plant exactly. As I looked around I saw I was surrounded by mountains, rocks and strange land forms seperated by large flat stretches. Everything was painted bizarre hues, bright red, yellow, or.sometimes blue green. There were no trees I could see anywhere, but there were some small plants, some bizarre like the swamp weeds, others more like normal plants. The air was different, and tasted weird. It was difficult to breathe and when I stood up, I fell almost immediately , right back into the red swamp muck.

However while falling, a 2 way radio fell out of my pouch, which I hadn't seen placed there before. I pressed the button and voice came out . it gave me advice on how to breathe properly in the wasteland, and told me that the strange state of this world was due to the destruction our predecessors had done to the environment. He told me I had two choices, to go west to the sea, or east to a "forest of sorts". I decided to go west, because I had never seen an ocean before. As I walked west I past several small lakes, each time asking the voice on the radio if those were the sea.

Eventually I reached a long straight roadlike stretch of dirt , lined on one side by a rather large, oddly colored lake, and on the other by tall shrubs that almost resembled trees. As I walked on this road, which seemed to stretch out forever, I surprisingly encountered another girl, perhaps my age or older, but who seemed to act younger. She was in a small, hobbled together looking carriage, being propelled by a large, but very slender flightless bird like creature, with brighr red and pink iridescent feathers. Its head was unusual looking in that it wasn't clear where the eyes were. Her carriage, which really looked more like a wooden box on wheels, had gotten stuck in the road, with one of the wheels broken. I helped her fix it, and she offered to travel with me since we she wanted to go to the sea as well. She was really cute and friendly.

Shortly thereafter we were joined by the person behind on the voice on the radio, the same man that had been part of the authorities that let me escape before. He explained that he had actually been originally a citizen of a different wedge city, one that had an old abanadoned section of it where they used to collect resources from the outside world via many small portals. Falling through one of those portals into the outside as a child, he eventually was able to make it back to the wedge city as an adult, and snuck in (as those who entered the wastland were supposed to be forbidden from ever returning to any of the wedge cities)only to find that his old wedge city completely abandoned, its inhabitants having died or left to other wedge cities while he was gone. Because no one knew about him, he was able to emigrate to another wedge city, where he was eventually loaned as a security officer to my city, as part of an exchange program. He mostly became a security officer to get inside information on the cities' workings, as he believed there was something very disturbing going on.

But he didn't think I had done anything wrong, and couldn't stand to let me die or even suffer as much as he once did when he was stuck in the wasteland, so he decided to leave as well so as to protect me. Kinda dreamy, ngl, especially for a fake cop.

All three of us set out, each having our own strange bird thing to ride on, the other girl having gotten them for us, into the sunset, towards the sea.

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Tatsuo/Daigo, 'mangata'.

Mangata—(Swedish) the roadlike reflection of the moon on the water

The docks aren’t romantic, but this is fine, because they’re not on a date. They’re just two close friends sitting at an outdoor table at a French restaurant at midnight, eating weird avant-garde canapes and mostly looking out at the water.

Tatsuo rests his chin on his hand and makes a thoughtful noise. “The moon looks very nice tonight. I like the way it reflects, over there.”

“I uh. Yes. Yes it does.” Daigo actually mostly hasn’t been looking at the water.

“Sort of like a road, right? I wonder if it leads somewhere nice.”

“That’s poetic. You should be a writer.”

“Thank you! I do like writing. After I retire from baseball, maybe.” Tatsuo grins at him. “What do you think you’ll do?”

“Not sure.” Daigo shrugs. “Anything that doesn’t involve ending up like my father, really.”

No reply. Which he appreciates. They don’t look at each other. Their hands just rest side by side on the table.

“The moon does look nice tonight, doesn’t it.”

#shinada tatsuo #dojima daigo #fanfiction #anonamouse #ask and be answered #me in the background with my hands cupped around my mouth: GAY

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When you get this, please respond with five things that make you happy. Then send to the last ten people in your notifications anonymously 🌼

Oofff alright. Guess it’s a good time to remember those things, so here goes :)

The calmth that floats over me when i look at the stars, or the Moon. The idea that there’s literally nothing that you can see thats further away is incredibly soothing, and i’ll always be grateful when i step/look outside and there’s a bright moon shining in that big mass of blackness that is space. Never not gonna make me happy. Literally anything space-related will always make me happy tbh, and especially pics of Saturn. God, they’re gorgeous.

Those words-that-don’t-exist-in-another-language and/or that can’t really be explained except for when you know the language. Like the Dutch words ‘Gezellig’ (usually translated as: “Gezellig, the coziness, warmth and comfort of being at home, or being together with friends or loved ones sharing time in a pleasant and nice atmosphere” (but to me that isn’t really 100% right- though i couldn’t explain it better)), but also really specific words like ‘Mångata’, the Swedish word for ‘the glimmering, roadlike reflection the moon creates on water’. Amazing that they have a word for that, right? I really love words. Like, a lot. And strings of words too, however simple or complicated they’re aligned.

Music, obviously. Probably the most cliché answer to this question but there’s so much about music that can make me happy. That moment when you hear a song for the first time and you just know THIS IS ONE OF THOSE SONGS. One of those songs you’ll listen to forever and ever on repeat and it’ll never get boring. And then there’s a time when you don’t listen to it anymore, but that’s okay. Big chance someday it’ll come back to you and you’ll rediscover it and it’ll be just like in the old days, and this time including the great (or not so great) memories you have of the song that can make you feel exactly like you did when you first discovered it. And then there’s so. many. different. kinds. of. music. sometimes i can’t even believe it. There’s quiet music, and really really loud music, real interesting and complicated music and easy peasy listening music, music that came with tv shows or movies, music that you discovered bc they were the support act of your fav band, music that you discovered bc your friends love them. Then there’s CONCERTS and FESTIVALS. Possibly one of the greatest things to attend to in life. God I love it when you’re standing in a big crowd of people and everyone is there for the same reason- the big love y’all have for that band or singer on stage. And then there’s the sound of a big crowd singing along, singing at the top of their lungs, all in perfect harmony and the look on the faces of those on stage- the priceless and thankful look on their faces as they admire their crowd. Those moments will never not get me, if you want to make me cry in an instant- just show me like a singalong of literally any crowd of some of my fav bands and i’ll be crying my eyes out and my heart will be in big flames, pouring out of my chest.Last, but not least, there’s also my love for guitars. I’m not the best, in fact i’m probably not even average, but i love my bass and my tiny acoustic guitar and they’ll always be by my side to be singing along with. And i’ll probably keep playing the 10 songs i know forever but it’ll always calm me down and make me happy.

Being creative. Being creative is probably the greatest gift i’ve been given in life, and i’ll be eternally grateful. At the moment i’m lacking a bit of it- but in those moments when I feel incredibly creative and ambitious and full of ideas and that’s the greatest i’ve ever felt.

Art. Design. Pretty things. There’s many times when I’m in awe over stuff that’s just really gorgeous and I just love it. I just fucking love pretty things.

#wow THANK U for putting this in my ask box i actually really needed this?#i'm sorry it became half a novel lol #ask #anonymous #about me #bambi writes

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