#rocklike

[jubvcyxovv1xu]

Exhibitionist wife expose tits and pussy in public store, best part for now Whores watching undress getting wet from wild group sex with bald jerk Mrsfeedme VS Bones Montana Alexis perfect booty Jav beautiful Milf has sex in pantyhose Wichsen in den Schuhen von Ilse SCHOOGIRL PINS AND FACESITS Diamond Jackson Seduced by a cougar Cumendo a vizinha Instagram model suckin on s cucumber

#somersetted #Baracoa #dacoiting #primero #oblated #kyudo #cloth-eared #Perspex #attercrop #insatiateness #counter-taste #tuzlugreyfurt #rocklike #nitrolamine #microsmatic #hippodrome #photobiography #wire-bending #unillusioned #underjanitor

[esmeblaze]

ive been drawing so much zhongli lately but anyway have this one too

id: a young, smiling zhongli, who is humanoid but has dragon characteristics such as horns, a tail, and black/brown/gold scales covering his upper body and arms. 

he is described as about 500 years old, just a little guy at 7.5 feet tall, having learned to take humanoid form, and really really enjoying everything to do with rocks. 

#he looks huggable but probably just feels very rocklike #zhongli #genshin impact #my art

[seagullcharmer]

besties for the resties

#my art #selegiline #vicodyn #oc tag #here we go! my beloved medication wizards #selegiline is a tiefling wizard #vicodyn is an earth genasi sorcerer (kinda?) #like. i don't actually play dnd so. i'm twisting the lore #anyway vicodyn's mortal half is goliath so she Big ! #she's like. 6'8 #selegiline is 6'4 (not counting the horns) #and yes he leans full ham into the wizard costumes #he's also an astronomy nerd so that's part of it #but he has starry robes in all sorts of colours #mostly jewel tones #purples and blues and reds #(he thinks he looks terrible in green) #vicodyn usually wears furs (she's from a very cold mountain) #but i hate drawing fur digitally so #also you can't really see it but her skin is rocklike #and she has literal gold veins under her skin #(as well as normal veins but yanno) #selegiline wears those goofy princess hats (since brims don't work well with his horns) #but he puts little charms on them to go with the ribbons #(it's usually a little charm of like. saturn) #he also wears lots of jewelry but i didn't draw all that #anyway !!! them !!!

[makeythethings]

TOTK Cooking Pot Diorama

Part way through last year, I finished my cooking pot diorama based on Legend of Zelda: Tears of the Kingdom/Breath of the Wild. I love both of these games so much and creating something to memorialize them with has been on my mind for a while. With it complete, it's about time I did a write up on the process (I've also gotten a tiktok and have video versions of the build there that I'll link.)

The Ingredients

All of the little ingredients for the cooking pot are made either entirely or mostly of polymer clay. This was my first experience with the material and I've learned a good amount from it!

For most of these I sculpted the shape I wanted and once baked, I painted the desired colors with acrylic paint. Some pieces, like the Fire Fruit and the Bomb Flowers, I painted card stock and shaped it to create some of the more delicate elements. For pieces like the mushrooms, I made the stem and caps separately and then superglued them together once baked. The Cooking Pot

The cooking pot and its base are made entirely of polymer clay and painted with acrylic paint. I scrounged up some sticks from outside, sterilised and cut them to size, then hot glued them together to make a campfire.

The Base

The base is a mix of cardboard trash pieces and foam cut and glued together. I did this because the central cardboard piece had a premade hole where I could house the tea light I intended for the campfire.

I decoupaged strips of paper over the base with mod podge to hide all the gaps and cracks and then used a layer of thick baking soda paste (baking soda + mod podge + paint color of choice) to create a more rocklike texture over that. I also had a piece of foam intended to mimic the floating island rocks that come crashing to the ground throughout TOTK and I poured a wetter, thinner coating of the same baking soda paste on that. I touched up both with some painted-on details for natural color variation and then it was time for flocking!

I poured a mixture of sand and brown flocking onto the lower parts of the base, then did a second pass with fine green flocking. I built up areas with large clumps of green foliage flocking. I wanted to give some plant variation, so I sanded and painted some aquarium plants to better match the color scheme and added those randomly around the base. More Links Here's some (but not all) of the videos I've made related to this! Silent Shrooms from TOTK Cooking Pot Base Part 1 TOTK Cooking Pot Complete!

#diorama #miniatures #korok #totk #loz #legend of zelda #tears of the kingdom #breath of the wild #crafting #makeythethings

[blooming-violets]

[tasm!peter x forest nymph, fantasy au] 

Summary: A forest nymph captures Peter’s heart.

Warnings: 18+ smut (mostly smut with a light plot), both fem and male oral, vaginal penetration, slight breeding kink

A/N: I started this for the Kink or Treat event that happened during Kinktober but it’s now the second week of November so...I’m late. Per usual. Better late than never though!

She smiled up at the hazy, autumn morning sun that was beginning to break through the clouds. The day after a rainstorm was always her favorite. The scent of rich, damp earth and decaying plants teased her nostrils. The forest floor was soft under her bare feet, the green moss, covered with a layer of wet leaves, cushioned her every step. It was the last few remaining days before she would take her slumber. Once the air cooled and snow flurries fell from the sky, she would retreat back to the safety of her home. When the last leaf fell from the tree, she would fall with it into her winter dormancy, only to reemerge the following season when the green buds sprouted to life. 

Her long hickory colored mane tumbled down her bare back in wild, untamed waves. The silky tips brushed against her bottom as she strode with a hypnotic sway of her hips towards her favorite bathing spot. A series of small waterfalls, stacked into rocklike steps, that pooled with perfect watering holes. The brown speckled rocks were smoothed down from the centuries of waterflow to create a hidden gem tucked away deep into the forest. As the morning golden rays of sunlight peeked over the tips of the trees, her world was cast into a fiery display of rich reds, shining yellows, and warm oranges. A perfect autumn morning to relish in her few remaining days. 

There was only one thing missing to make her day complete and she hoped she would find it before the night fell. 

He had promised her, after all.

She’d come to trust his promises. He had yet to break one. He was different from the rest. Even the Gods could not be trusted to keep their end of a bargain. But, alas, her Peter was no God. He was merely a man. A mortal man. A trained and powerful warrior but still a man. He promised her his devotion and protection as long as she promised to meet him whenever he called upon her. Last night, his message was carried on the backs of the wind. He was on his way. She longed for his arrival. 

The crystal clear water of Mother Nature's pool felt cool against her skin as she waded into the deepest depths. The cold of the river did not affect her like it would a mortal. It seeped into her skin and awoke each of her senses. She drew the lifeforce from the water and felt more alive with each passing second. A twinkle of light laughter fell from her lips as she sunk down to her shoulders. Her nipples tightened as the water weaved between her thighs, as if it had a mind of its own, to lap at her flesh like a flurry of tiny tongues. She was one with the nature around her. She could feel every breath of life that radiated from the ground. It was her home. Her safety. 

The wind rose up, blowing back the wisps of hair that teased at her cheek, and swirled around her naked skin. When she held her hand above the water, the wind curled through her dripping fingers. It tickled her fingers to elicit another laugh from her. Her hand sunk back under the water to gently cup her soft, round breasts and smooth down her over her belly in growing anticipation for her lover to arrive. Her body was untouched by time, forever in her prime, and eager to be pleased by knowing hands. Many had worshiped her flesh before, many had pushed her to the brinks of pleasure, but none had captivated her like Peter. She never wanted to be tied down to one partner. Even now, she still enjoys her joyous romps with her favorite Satyrs, but none held her heart like her human did. He was special. She couldn’t quite place how. It didn’t matter. All she knew was that Peter was hers. She cradled his soul in her palms. 

She closed her eyes to imagine her lover. She remembered the feel of his warm tongue and soft lips as they glided over her chest, hungry for something only her body could satiate. He would seek out the sweet nectar between her thighs and feast on her like a starving man devouring his first meal in days. There was a particular charm to Peter which other’s lacked. He lived to serve her. He aimed to please not be pleased. It was a rare kindness for the men she often came across. His innate ability for lovemaking resembled more of a woman’s compassionate touch than a man’s. And, still, he had a jealous streak, wishing to never share her with anyone else. She was not meant to be possessed, no matter how hard he tried. No man could ever own her. Not even Peter. 

The rustle of the leaves changed their usual sound to alert her of a new presence approaching. He was almost here. His familiar scent floated before him on the wind to reach her first. She inhaled the comforting smell with a smile. He was coming in from the north. 

She lifted herself out of the water to perch on a large rock at the edge of the river. The sun had been busy warming it for her and the heat felt nice absorbing into her skin. She pulled her long hair over her shoulder to run her fingers through the locks, humming a soft and enchanting melody while she patiently waited. The light inside of her was growing the closer he got. By the time she watched his shadow emerge from between the trees, she was practically bursting with excitement. Still, she feigned ignorance to his presence, continuing to hum and brush out her hair. 

He was watching her in silence. He always took his time to approach. The first time they met, he had spied on her for nearly three hours before making his entrance. She knew. She always knew when she was being watched. She loved the attention and enjoyed showing off for her unsuspecting suitors. This morning was no different. 

Her hands fell to her breasts, tweaking her nipples between her fingers with a soft sigh. Peter loved her chest. He could spend an entire evening doing nothing but nursing on her ripe breasts while his fingers twirled through her hair. They would lay together for hours, lazily exploring each other’s bodies while listening to the sounds of the forest sing around them. She could hear him give a sharp inhale from the opposite side of the river and knew he was enjoying what he saw. 

Her upturned eyes, phthalo green with shimmers of gold specs, unique to her kind, finally crossed the gap to land on him. She gazed at him through long lashes. A smile tugged at her lips at the sight. His chestnut hair was longer than it was the last time she saw him. It curled around his ears and at the nape of his neck. He looked older. Men always age so fast to her. A new scar cut along his cheekbone. White but prominent. Something that must have happened a few months ago while he was away. She knew he was a warrior fighting for his people’s freedom and that was a job that came with many dangers. She didn’t concern herself with many human issues though. As long as he kept safe and returned to her, she didn’t mind what disheveled state he showed up as. 

Peter straightened up when he saw he caught her attention. She stood on the rock, tossing her tumbles of hair behind her. His warm brown eyes danced over her nudity. To see a woman stand naked and unabashed out in the open was forbidden where he was from. Her sight stunned him every single time. His eyes sought out her chest, taking in the rise and fall of her breasts with their dark, budding tips and continued down to the indent of her waist and over her generous hips to her long, sturdy legs. She allowed him to look upon her in silence before she dove, head first, into the pool. 

She swam with a dazzling grace under the water until she emerged directly in front of him with a wide, teasing smile. Peter knelt down in front of her, reaching his hand out for her to take. The moment they clasped, he effortlessly pulled her from the water and onto her feet. Time seemed to come to a standstill as she pressed her face against his chest to breathe in his intoxicating scent clinging to his shirt. His strong arms wrapped around her wet body, crushing her breasts against him, and drawing her up against the rising hardness between his thighs. Fingers brushed the long, silky strands of wet hair over her shoulder, lowering his head to the exposed flesh, as his lips drank from her skin. 

She hummed with content at his touch, “Have you been with another since we were together last?” It was something she always asked. She played it off as curiosity but the blatant, underlying jealousy was easily noticeable. She could be others but not him. He belonged to her and only her. 

Peter sighed, shaking his head against the crook of her neck, “No. I’ve told you. You are my only one. The women try but none compare to you. Once your eyes have been blessed with the sight of a nymph, you can never see beauty the same way again.”  

She’d never met a human woman before. Their appearance was forgein to her so she had no input on the subject. If Peter claimed that her beauty outshone a human, then she could only go off his word, and his word satisfied her question. He was still hers. 

“I have been with others,” she replied, hoping to elicit a particular response from him. “No humans, though. I saw one pass through once but I stayed hidden.” She knew he wasn’t fond of that answer but he understood how nymphs lived. This was a part of her. Her sexuality could not be held down. Still, she enjoyed toying with his emotions. Men were so easily manipulated by beauty. If she asked, he would fight wars in her honor. 

His arms tightened possessively around her and she smiled. His male pride and ego fought his own war raging inside his head but he took a deep breath. He didn’t want to share her but knew he had no choice. If he wanted her, this was how it would be. She would always come when he called. She would always be his when he needed her. She would choose him over another if given the chance and that would have to be enough. 

Calloused, rough fingertips slide down her spine to cup her bottom and draw her even harder against his evident desire for her. He was showing her what he could offer, why he was there, and everything she wanted. A devilish smile spread across her face followed by a chiming laugh. She wriggled out of his grasp and dived back into the pool, swimming back to the rock she had been lounging on when he arrived. 

“Hey!” He called out after her, a smile of his own growing on his rosy lips. 

She kept her back to him, hearing him strip off his clothes behind her, and folded her arms on the rock’s surface to rest her head in them. Her eyes set sight into her dying forest. She took care of it. Her soul and the trees were tangled into one. Soon they would be put to rest so new life could grow. It was a beautiful cycle she had been a part of for years now. There was something special in the days leading to winter. A hopeful sadness. Death that would lead to life. The end of one thing and the birth of another. The circle of life starting over once more. 

Icy hands stole around her waist and leaned her back against his bare chest. Peter wasn’t built like her. The chill of the water wouldn’t be pleasant for him but he endured for her sake. His chin rested on her shoulder, her head nuzzling against his, letting his wet hair tickle her ear. She could sense his sadness. He knew what winter meant. She would not be around for him to call upon until the snow melted. This would be the last time of the year they would get to spend in each other’s arms. He missed her already. 

“Do you promise you will return to me?” He whispered. 

She gave a soft, pleased sigh, “I promise. When the first sprout pushes through the frosty ground, you will be the first I seek. Be waiting for me. You know my tree. Keep it safe while I sleep. As long as it is still standing, I will awake in the spring.” 

“Then I will protect that tree with my life.” 

She turned around in his embrace, locking her arms around his neck, and softly pressed her lips to his. His lips were already colder than normal. She tried to warm them through their kiss. Her eyes, holding the heart of the forest in their depths, gazed up at him with a playful amusement. She liked that she would be missed. She knew her winter dreams would be filled with him but time would pass quickly for her. Peter would be the one to carry the burden of the wait. His lips parted, forcing his tongue to dance with hers, as he pressed her tighter against the rock. His movements were fueled with a demanding desire. He wanted to have her. He knew he’d be forced to wait a long time for their next encounter so he refused to wait now. Today, she was his, and only his. He would prove to her that he was better than any other one she made love to. That was why she liked to bring it up each time they met. It turned him into an animal in need of her utter devotion. 

Cool waves of water sloshed up over her sides as she melted beneath his urgency. Quivers of heat shot between her thighs every time he ground his lips against hers. A cold, muscular thigh wedged its way between her legs offering a place to sit. Her heat pressed against his skin as she angled her hips to better situate her delicate nub to rub against him. Peter shuddered when her hand sought out his cock. She marveled at the perfection of man. She’d seen many sizes and Peter was perfect. Not too big to cause pain like some of the Gods she’d been with but perfectly sized to get the maximum amount of pleasure. She loved the way it twitched and throbbed against her palm, her fingers encircling his girth to slowly pump him between her fist. 

Peter gave a low groan into her open mouth. He gripped at her hips and lifted her, away from him, to gently sit on the rock. He never let her tend to him first. She smiled down at him shivering in the water and let her legs fall open so he could be face to face with her hidden treasure. His eyes nearly rolled into the back of his head at the sight. 

“I worship you,” he whispered. 

His hands rose from out of the water to wrap his arms around her thighs and pull her to the very edge of the rock. She gave a light laugh, enjoying the feeling of being so well adored. The muscles in her thighs tightened as fingers deftly parted her lush folds, still clinging to the sparkling water in the morning sun. Peter took a moment to enjoy the beauty bestowed onto him before easing his head down between her thighs. Anticipation curled through her stomach as he gazed at her sultry core. She felt his cool breath tickle her sensitive skin just before his warm tongue darted out, slowly licking a path from her dewy gate up to circle her throbbing clitoris. 

With a heavy exhale, her head fell back to stare up at the sky and her lips parted on a soft moan, “Oh, Peter, how I’ve missed you.”

Peter’s hands held her thighs wide apart as she squirmed against his mouth. Her breath came out in shallow, uneven pants. Honey flowed between her thighs and his tongue sought out every last drop. Fingers pressed against her entrance, seeking admittance and coating in her slick, before pressing forward to slide between her tight walls. Her body clenched around the thrusting digits as his mouth expertly sucked on her nub. Heat scorched through her, pushing away the autumn chill, as tension coiled in her stomach. Nymphs were known to be very sensitive and easy to please but Peter never did a sloppy job of anything involving her. He took his time. He got the majority of his pleasure from worshiping her body. 

She whimpered as the fingers withdrew from her warmth and were replaced back with his hungry mouth. His tongue thrust up inside of her, fucking her slowly. The grip around her thighs tightened, pulling her bottom off the rock to press against his face. He gave loud moans as he savored her taste. That familiar burning ball of pressure started to grow in her stomach. Her hips grinded against his mouth trying to force his tongue deeper into her depths. She was close to reaching the place of pure euphoria. He could sense her anxious, pulsating, need and sped up his ministrations, pinning her tightly to his mouth as he ate her out. 

A screaming gasp echoed off the forest trees as that ball untangled into a bright light of passion. Her hands gripped onto fistfuls of his hair to keep her from falling off the rock and she rode out her high with a series of shrill shrieks. Her body shook and trembled while Peter continued to drink from her lifeforce until she finally collapsed on top of him. 

He collected her protectively in his arms, dragging her back into the water, to cradle her against his chest. His fingers brushed through her hair and he shushed her soft whimpers, “You did so good, my little nymph.” Lips pressed against her temple. “Thank you for letting me taste you. I will never tire of your sweetness on my tongue.” 

She felt the steady beat of his heart and tried to match her breaths to the beat. Her eyes opened to gaze through half closed lids up at his handsome face. His lips were dusting with a light blue. Despite trying to keep them from shivering, he couldn’t quite control his chattering teeth. She laughed, cupping his cold cheek in her palm. 

“Come on, my love. Let’s get you out of this water.” She grasped his hand and swam him to the other side of the pool where his abandoned clothes and bag lay strewn over the soft grass. She knew he wouldn’t leave the waters depths unless she instructed him to. Wherever she was, he was going to stay.

Droplets clung to his thick lashes and dripped off his bottom lip. She had the urge to catch it on her tongue. Peter gave her a loving smile and grabbed the bag off the ground. He pulled out a wool blanket and wiped off the excess water from his body before laying it over a bed of leaves. He laced his fingers with hers and laid down with her in his arms, using her body heat to help warm himself. 

He cherished the moments after her orgasm the most. Her usual mischievous playfulness dulled to a deeper intimacy while her strange colored eyes softened as she studied him. Their times together were never long enough. Passing ships. He craved her by his side. He’d dream of stealing her from these woods and dragging her back to his village so she could spend the rest of her life with him but he knew his desires were fueled by selfishness. She would hate it there. She could never leave her forest. He thought of moving out into the forest to be with her. He could build himself a little hut and live by her side but she always refused his advances. She could never be his. Not fully. She knew him too well. He wouldn’t be able to sit in his hut knowing that she was out giving herself to someone else. If a God came calling for her, who was he to challenge them? She needed her freedom as badly as he needed her and he would never deny her that right. 

Despite his aching heart, his desires only grew. He listened to her soft, labored breaths in his ear and admired the way the sun dried the droplets from her smooth skin faster than normal. Even her long, thick hair was already starting to dry out moments after leaving the water. She was an enigma to him and he was completely enraptured by her mere existence. He wanted more from her than what he was given. He couldn’t help but dream bigger than the life they were currently living.

Peter had heard stories about human’s mating with the nymphs. There were legends of the beautiful half-nymphs who walked between the two worlds. It was a new desire that had been tumbling around his thoughts for the past few days. He wanted to be the one to give her a child.

“Have you ever given birth?” He asked, breaking the silence. 

Her laughter filled his ears at his unexpected question and he felt his ears burning in embarrassment. 

“No, my love. I have not. Not yet. I assume some day I may bear a child. Why?” She blinked up at him with her curious, innocent eyes. 

A blush deepened his chilled cheeks, “Have you ever thought about it?” 

An understanding sparked in her expression, “Do you wish to give me a child, Peter? What about your future wife? Won’t she be appalled by the idea of you impregnating a nymph? I’ve heard stories about what humans think of us. You’d never get a proper wife if they found out.” 

“What future wife?” He countered. “I have no need for wives.” 

“Someday you will need to find a spouse to carry on your family name. That is what you men do. That’s part of your legacy.” She waited with bated breath to hear his reply, knowing his answer would determine her next move. If he asked her to have his children, she would not deny him.

Peter shook his head, “No. Not me. I have no legacy if it’s not with you.” 

A smile tugged at the corner of her lips, “Then I will not stop you from the legacy you deserve.” 

Peter felt the throbbing in his loins. Everything but the thought of spilling his seed into her welcoming womb disappeared. He needed her. His fingers caught her chin as he lowered his mouth to settle over hers, letting her taste her own lingering passion as his tongue explored her mouth. He had answered correctly and passed her test. 

She kissed him back, that familiar tingling feeling of excitement starting to grow in her belly the more urgent his kiss became. His mouth ground itself against hers, devouring, seeking, and demanding her attention. Heat shimmered through her when his hand closed around her supple breast, teasing the aching tip. If she left him to his devices, Peter would undoubtedly shimmy his way back down to her core for another taste. This time, she wanted to be the one to please him. A reward for only choosing her. Her mouth pulled away to catch her breath.

“Roll over,” she ordered. 

Peter did as he was told and flopped onto his back. The golden sun reflected off his damp chest with dancing light. It only served to highlight the perfect beauty of his toned body. She rose above him, joy filling her eyes at the sight. Her mouth lowered to sink her teeth into his shoulder, a teasing bite to awake his senses, and she laughed when she heard him hiss at the quick pain. He was her favorite plaything. 

Her hair feathered across his tanned skin, the result of hours spent working in the sun, as her lips trailed down his chest. The pads of her finger tips tickled over his sides, causing him to squirm, while she continued her slow descent to her prize. When she reached his tight stomach, she paused, resting her cheek above his belly button to gaze lovingly at the hard, throbbing shaft resting against his thigh. A familiar friend. Her fingers gently reached out to stroke over his length and wrap around his girth. Exploring him. Inquisitive, round eyes admired the beautiful sight he had to offer. The more she caressed him, the shorter his breaths became. 

“Would you like me to taste you, Peter?” She offered, knowing she was going to, but wanting to hear him say it. 

He took a shaky breath, “I’d prefer to have my mouth on you but do what you think is best.” 

She giggled. It was what he always said. He hated the idea of making her work for his pleasure but she never saw it as work. She adored feeling him against her tongue. He deserved to lay back and enjoy her talents. 

Her tongue teased over the glistening tip. Some days she would tease him for longer but, this morning, she could not wait. With a low moan, she took him into her mouth. His satin globe settled between her cheeks as she began to work him inch by inch down her throat. Peter was a mouthful but she could handle herself. She licked the sensitive underside of his head before swallowing him back down. Her head fell into a bobbing rhythm causing him to groan and lean back against the blanket. His eyes fixated on the colorful trees painting the deep blue sky above him. He couldn’t think of a better way to spend his morning. His hand fell down to grasp onto the back of her head. He took a fistful of her silky hair in his grip, helping ease her up and down in his lap. 

“That’s it,” he sighed. “Mm, you make me feel so nice.” 

She smiled around the mouthful of cock. She was starting to crave his praise. In a show of appreciation, she relaxed her throat and brought her lips all the way to his base. His curly patch of coarse pubic hair tickled the tip of her nose as he let out a loud whine. His hand held her head down for a few seconds, enjoying the sensation, before pulling her back up with a fistful of hair. She took a quick gasp of air but almost immediately went straight back to tending to her lover. It didn’t take long for an all consuming heat to begin burning through him as her mouth treasured his manhood. Her lips were like magic. She could coax even the most powerful man to his knees with nothing but her tongue. His bottom clenched and rose from the ground, thrusting deeper, and meeting the downward plunge of her mouth. A quiet whimper fell from his lips as his breathing labored. 

They both knew he was close. Usually when he found his release, he would need to take a while before they could play again. Today, he wanted to save himself for her. As much as he would love to feel her swallow his every drop, he would not be denied the pleasure of emptying into her fiery heat. He would save everything he had for their love making. 

Peter carefully lifted her head from his shimmering, saliva drenched cock as she gave him a pout. He chuckled at the sight of her disappointment. 

“Not now,” he said, trying to resist her pleading eyes. “That’s not where I want to finish. I need it to be inside you.” 

Her eyes sparkled with mischief and a smirk spread across her pouty lips, “Never disrupt a woman from her work. Now you must pay the price. Catch me if you can!” 

She sprung up and darted off into the forest. Nymphs were known for their playful spirit and she was no exception. Peter couldn’t help but softly laugh to himself as he struggled to his feet. His body felt like it was on fire in need of a release and playing a game of chase was the last thing on his mind. Running naked through the forest wasn’t something he was used to until they met but it never phased her. She cared little for the ache in his lower half, only caring for him to play along. He knew better than to deny her of her fun. He followed the sounds of her laughter, catching flashing glimpses of her silhouette through the trees. It didn’t take long for him to gain on her. Peter was swift and agile. He was hot on her heels, her joyous laughter bathing over him, as she tried to loop him back to their blanket. Before she reached their place of rest, his arm extended and he lunged forward, wrapping around her waist to pull her tight against his chest. He gripped her hips to spin her around and shove her backwards, pinning her against her large, smooth boulder lining the river.

“Caught ya,” he smirked down at her. His sparkling eyes wandered lower to her heaving chest to eye her breasts as they lifted with each gasp for breath. Her skin was radiating with excitement and she felt like she was vibrating under him. She was the epitome of light. 

“You win,” she breathed. “That means I must be your prize.” 

She offered no resistance as his hands captured her wrists to pin them against the rock wall. His one hand was large enough to ensnare both her wrists in his single grasp. He pinned her there, watching her carefully, his expression turning hungry as his mouth watered. Anticipation shivered through her at the look in his eye. Dark and wickedly seductive. A provocative change from their usual warm, soft appearance. She wiggled against him, teasing him, rubbing on him, inciting him until he hissed through clenched teeth. The air shifted. The playful fire sizzled out into a needy desire. 

“Tell me what you want,” he commanded. “Tell me that you belong to me.” 

He caught her knee, shoving it to the side, and rubbed himself against her wet channel, drawing a restrained whimper from her. Her eyes widened at his touch. His free hand glided up her leg to delve between her thighs. She arched against the rock the moment he found her throbbing nub nestled between her lush folds. His fingers coaxed her clit until she whined and her legs trembled.

“Peter, please,” she gasped. He had never made her state her loyalty to him before. She always just assumed he knew she loved him most. She never knew he wanted her to actually say it out loud. The fire grew inside of her. She ground her hips against his finger, begging for something more.  

“Tell me,” he repeated. “Tell me what it is you want and tell me who owns your heart.” 

Her breath came in uneven pants. He was an expert with his fingers. She ached to feel him surging up inside of her, stretching her, filling her. Her slick coated his shaft sliding between her thighs as his fingers deftly toyed with her, keeping her on edge but never allowing her to peak. 

She gave a loud whine, finally allowing herself to give in to the feelings she’d been trying to suppress, “You! I need you, Peter! I love you. My heart belongs to you and only you. I don’t want anyone else! No one compares to you. You are my only love. You are the only one I truly crave. Please, please. I need you Peter. I want you to fill me, make me yours, give me your children and let me be a part of you forever.” Tears sprang to her pleading eyes. They pooled with a strange, leafy color and left hazy, green streaks down her cheeks. He’d never seen a nymph cry before. It was mesmerizing. 

A soft smile spread across his lips and he closed his eyes upon hearing her words, “I love you, too.” 

She fell forward, her wrists being released from his grasp, to throw her arms around his neck and seek out his waiting lips. He kissed her hard as he grabbed at her thighs to lift her up, her legs wrapping around his waist, as he pressed her back against the rock. He angled himself into her warm, welcoming channel and slowly pushed into her. A mewling cry fell from her lips as he pushed against her, his full thickness wedging into her tight entrance. The stretch was delicious and heavenly. He fit her beautifully like he was the perfect key to her lock. Everything about this human was tailored just for her. She couldn’t pretend any more. She belonged to Peter like he belonged to her.

“I love you,” she sighed. “I love you, I love you, I love you. Only you. When spring returns and I return with it, I will cover this forest floor in a carpet of white flowers as far as the eye can see. Each one will represent my adoration for you and lead you like a path straight back to me.” 

Her fingers tangled into the soft curls at the nape of his neck while she rested her forehead against his. He supported her with ease, hands gripping onto the soft flesh of her bottom, and closed his eyes to relish in her words of love. He had waited so long to hear them. They sounded better than he could have ever imagined. 

“I will make you mine forever,” he whispered straight into her ear. A promise. “We will have a family. I’ll move out to the forest and leave my life behind for you. I don’t care if I have to share you as long as you come home to me at night. We’ll find a way to make it work. Stay with me. Let me have you. All of you. Forever.” 

She shuddered at the thought of having Peter close to her for the rest of time. He would age. She would not. They could raise their children in the forest, they could be together for real. Finally. It wasn’t like a nymph to settle down but she couldn’t resist the allure of his safety. It was the most tempting offer she’d ever received. 

Before she could contemplate any further, Peter thrust her up against the rock. She cried out at the exquisite friction as he eased out of her only to drive up deep inside of her with heavy, powerful thrusts. He took her hard against the rock wall. He turned all his unspoken devotion into his lovemaking. Peter’s nails dug into the soft flesh of cheeks, holding her steady against him, as her back scraped over the rock's surface. She knew she’d be feeling the impact of it on her sensitive skin tomorrow morning but it would only serve to remind her of their risque meeting. Scratches of their love etched into her back. Her thighs curved around his while she gripped tightly onto fistfuls of his hair to keep her balance. His eyes burned with passion as he sunk into her with a burning need.

Peter tried to hold back a whimper but was unsuccessful. His bottom lip quivered. She could turn him from a fearless warrior into a shivering, begging mess in mere seconds. No one else had that kind of power over him. His strokes increased their tempo, forging a burning path between her thighs to her very core. His breath was ragged in her ear. She knew he was close. Long, powerful thrusts took over all of her senses until all she could see was Peter, all she could hear was his moans, and all she could feel was his cock driving into her. Her body yielded to his fierce possession. Each throbbing thrust seared her, branded her as his and only his, as he took her with a relentless determination.

“Fill me, Peter,” she cried. “Give me you children. Let me be tied to you forever.” 

His whine in response was quickly followed by a cry as pleasure seized him. His cock twitched inside of her, his seed spilling out as he took her with sharp, jerky thrusts, no longer in control of his actions, giving himself over to his body. 

Her head fell back, hitting into the hard rock, as she gave a cry of her own. Her wail of passion echoed off the trees, alerting the forest to her heightened senses. The wind picked up to swirl around them, cooling their sweat and tickling their skin, wrapping them in a hug to force them closer together. She wrapped her arms tight around his neck to hold her body taut against his. She clung to him like a bear clings to a tree trunk to escape danger. While she protected and looked after the forest, Peter protected and looked after her. She decided then and there that he was all she would ever need to satiate the hunger inside of her. Ecstasy tore through her body. Her sheath fluttered and quivered around his piercing sword, gripping him tightly to keep him in place, making sure she took everything he had to offer. 

They clutched each other tight, each breathing heavily, until she felt him begin to soften. He slid out of her with a quiet moan. She could feel some of him drip down her inner thigh and she finally untangled her legs from around his waist, settling with unstable feet on the earthy ground. His finger sought out her hair, damp with sweat, as he pushed it out from her eyes and over her shoulder. His lips fell down to her face, kissing away her tears slipping down her cheek. Happy tears. Tears of love. 

“Let me stay with you tonight,” he whispered against her lips, catching them with a kiss. “Lay with me while the day passes and the stars emerge. Tell me your favorite stories while I savor your taste and make my home between your thighs. Let me fall asleep to the sound of your beating heart. Tomorrow, you can start your slumber. Today, stay with me.” 

She smiled. Soft and warm. 

“Anything, Peter. Anything for you.”

#the amazing spiderman #tasm #peter parker #tasm x reader #andrew garfield #tasm peter #tasm peter parker x reader #tasm peter parker #tasm peter x reader #tasm peter au #tasm fic #tasm peter fic #tasm peter parker fic #spiderman #tasm!peter x reader #tasm!peter #tasm!peter parker #wicked's kink or treat #peter parker smut #tasm smut #peter parker fanfiction #tasm fanfiction #enraptured #fantasy au #tasm fantasy au #tasm x oc #peter parker x oc #tasm peter parker oc #kinktober #tasm kinktober

[ykiwrite]

bonnie & clyde

description: falsely accused, you found yourself behind jericho's bars but wednesday is already on her way to reunite

warnings: jail ig, crimes, fluff

words: ~1.7k

The wintry concrete had no mercy on you.

Neither did the rocklike walls you were leaning against. Walls that granted the cold outside air to pass along. Making your breaths morph into a fog.

They could've at least try to make it a bit more presentable, meeting basic human living conditions. Now that you think it over it could potentially be a strategy. A mind game to scare off anyone daring to defy the law.

The comfort of your own home be it a cabin in the woods with beaten up couch or Jericho's prison cell?

But we're talking about Jericho at the end of the day. Town close to Nevermore. Where most likely plenty of jail escapes happened that left the institution demolished resulting in repair bills stacking up. It made the town give up on making it look and feel acceptable enough, so they opted for the unwelcoming ambiance and fewer expenses.

There are stories you are sure of but can't recall the details. Most of them were students shapeshifting, sneaking, and outsmarting the system never to be seen again. Nothing could really hold them back and officers were not paid high enough to keep a hawk eye 24/7.

Unless you are a person who's honest to a fault or pretending to be, you would take your chance to get out.

As to why are you trapped here regardless of your protests, you couldn't give the right answer. You knew the timeline though and had a decent alibi.

You kept repeating the events leading to this internally so this gray and grim surroundings wouldn't make you forget it. Maybe you were too dramatic but it's a decent safety measure.

Wednesday and her knowledge of crime and forensic psychology taught you so.

Before sitting on this concrete, you found yourself sitting in the Weathervanes booth. Wednesday savored her usual order in comfortable silence while eyeing abandoned Jericho's morning papers. A coffee stain mark stuck on the papers was like a thorn in her side.

"We should stop by the shop to get stuff for tonight," you declared while looking at the red sky and sun going down. Resting your head on your hand, you checked off the list of things you need.

"Mhm," she muttered. Slamming the cup down loud enough to make a statement of 'let's get moving then'.

The subtle gesture of being few steps ahead to open the door for you made you beam. "How generous."

"How many times are we going to have this conversation? Everytime i do something considered 'nice' you emphasize it. Even when i don't you do too. Where's the balance?" she asked from behind.

"Yet you still do all of the nice things so i'm not really stopping you from anything. You're just delusional but that's fine. I already accepted you. Being delusional is level one difficulty at this point."

Wrapping your arm around her pridefully, knowing you hushed her and she has to deal with the loss and your touch.

Lost in the depths of conversation, as expected once again she opened the doors for you. Question of whether was it intentional or not left hanging. This time you didn't bother.

You were circling around the aisles with speed and a clear mission. Not wanting to spend too much time here so your girlfriend doesn't get moody. With each additional step, you felt dizzier yet more aware. Your vision was hazy and the labels were hard to read.

Initial thought was to warn Wednesday who should be somewhere behind you, except she wasn't. Noticing a lack of her presence you tried to compose yourself. Grabbing the shelf and thinking it will gain you stability but it was to no avail. You could feel your body going slump as you stumbled down. Mere minutes after that were blurry. Only a faint memory present of being in the tight grip of the officers walking you out.

So here you are staring at the floor and loss for words. It was awfully quiet with only fan buzzing from the outside space. Yes, despite the cold temperature. But there was no guilt present, far from it. You were certain this is a framed situation. With no known enemies, the name of the wrongdoer was left to debate.

Door creaking. Footsteps. Maybe a pair of them.

You watched the hallway corner through the bars. Primed to see the expected officer carrying good news. Or anyone really.

What was at the lowest part of your expectations was locking gazes with your most prized horror collection who was drenched in rain like a mouse. Droplets of rain were sliding down her figure leaving a dark trail in contrast with the floor.

"I'm here to get you out," she claimed but not before her eyes scanned the cell you have been locked in. She could feel the anger reaching new highs never seen before. Someone like you, more importantly, a Wednesday's one and only that's sparred off of the hate list to breathe in such surroundings? Let alone a heart like yours be falsely charged. A wave of burden and guilt washed over her despite her acclaimed rational mindset. Crime may be part of Addams fixed tradition but she wanted you nowhere near it.

You might be left feeling more sentimental than she is, as seen in the way her fingers quickly divided the jiggling keys with full focus.

"How did you get in?" you asked while she was working on setting you free.

"Thing helped with the keys and distracting the guards. He also gathered considerable amount of solid evidence in your favor in the past day or so," followed by a sigh.

With that said it was a load off your mind. Secondly having the Addams as your backup and their daughter who's an unstoppable force and a menace once she loves someone sounded lovely.

"So what happened? I know it's impossible i did anything wrong?"

Click. "You were a victim of a shapeshifting accident. Someone copied your form which is the most probable reason why you lost conscious. They robbed the shop in your name and left you there. Thank the Thing for linking the pieces together and seeing them." She stated along with sliding the metal doors.

Your freezing body stood still while she waited for you to come out.

"You really went out of your way to get me out of jail?"

She sighed and leaned on the bar, "Only because i'm experienced in this field more than any other person you know." Which was true. Who else would save you so professionally?

"Besides," she added surveying the room with her arms crossed, "you're not the type of person deserving to decompose in here."

Well aware you could not afford to lose more time but adrenaline mixed emotions were making laps around your heads. Wednesday felt as if she had failed you. Yes, she may just got you out of it but she could've also prevented it from happening in the first place. It's the first time she deeply regretted watching the knife set on display instead of shopping alongside you.

It made her mind drift back to her own parents. Is this how her mother felt when her dearest husband got arrested also unfairly? She slowly started to sorrow the curse Addams bear and project onto everyone around them. It only brings dark and no light, seen from the first hand by Wednesday alone.

Her demeanor came off as troubled. Knowing Wednesday she was either waiting for you to move or deeply contemplating something. It's never solid ground with her.

"Let's leave at the back door. Thing is waiting for us there." Wednesday ordered, her gaze on you unmoved.

You took a few steps forward, getting closer to her. Mindful you are carelessly dragging out precious time needed for escape but it didn't sound that bad in your head.

Only now it struck you at a short distance how different she looked. The modest makeup was smeared due to rainfall and she had a tough time hiding the fact she was shivering too.

"You're freezing Wednesday." You exclaimed with outright worry. Pushing your own, the same condition away as less important one.

"So are you."

Your body worked faster than your mind, daring to crash against hers. With zero care about her soaked clothes which would make you colder even more if it weren't repressed by your disclosure.

Suddenly, it wasn't so cold anymore.

Wednesday didn't push you away. As it happens, she pressed you closer. Deeper into her arms, And she kept doing so. Both of you unspokenly agreed. It's going to be okay. If the warmth never leaves, it's okay.

"Thank you." A voice made Wednesday close her eyes and relish it. You couldn't see her face but she was drinking in your presence. Days we're long without you after all and she was at one's mercy.

The manner in which you brushed the back of her head made her almost overlook the plan that's not yet executed fully.

Spotting the Thing in the corner, she reconnected the pieces of herself you separated in a such loving way and muttered behind your back, "The ride is here. I think."

Pulled away first, Wednesday signaled you to follow her.

You were not long exposed to the rain before entering the black coated car on standby. Certainly Addams.

Upon entering in sync, you took a note it was empty except for the driver that's already increasing speed.

You let her know, "What now? It's one of your cars."

Wednesday was certain you had your own theories as to where what and when. Most of them were surely wrong.

"It felt like i had no chance and right to take risks so i called my parents. They gladly assisted me." Lies. She was afraid. Aware she alone could not do all the job done and you might wind up on the wrong end. One with no happy ending she couldn't fathom.

"You got it all sorted out, huh?"

She didn't. Not completely. Maybe not at all. But it was okay for now. You're here, Thing is here hanging somewhere underneath the car thats crossing a route known only by the driver and Wednesday.

If it's for love, Addams will find a way to make it happen.

notes: to share the pain; i listened to pink in the night by mitski and nghyb by cas specifically while writing the part she got reader out of the jail and i dont think ill recover, those songs are her for some reason and i can explain in an essay

#wednesday x reader #wednesday imagine #wednesday addams x reader #wednesday addams

[santoschristos]

For years, the strange object embedded in a rocklike formation sparked speculation and wonder. Was it proof of a visit by aliens?

"If we were created by the Anunnaki, who created the Anunnaki?" The Anunnaki are enormous, humanoids reptiles in specie. And they came to Earth in search of gold? to help them in their atmosphere problem. So far away from the Sun they was in need of heat and light, and seems that gold in micro particles dispersed all over their atmosphere will reflect more heat and more light to their environment.

[exitwound]

Your pet rock dove isn’t very hard and rocklike.. Im not trying to make fun of you man but your rock dove is actually really soft

[askfriskandcompany]

ok, so chara does not acknowledge white chocolate as real chocolate and will get annoyed if anyone calls it chocolate, but how do they feel about other candy that is called something it isn't? Like jelly beans aren't beans but they totally would be my answer if someone asked what my favorite kind of bean was.

I feel like this is a dumb question but im asking it anyway ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Jellybeans are made of jelly and shaped like beans. A perfectly normal name. Chara has no problems with them. It’s the same idea as Pop Rocks. They aren’t actually rocks, they’re just rocklike in shape and texture.

-TQ

[countrynerddancer]

The Citadel is Disneyland and the wizards are Imagineers

The trash whisks itself away and the bugs and chirping birds are illusory! They all but paint the rocks to look more rocklike. They certainly also invented ways of building brick buildings from the top down!

#worlds beyond number #wbn #suvirin kedberiket #disneyland #disney world #imagineering #its wizard shit

[bamboowrites]

Immortality

AU: Genshin SAGAU Isekai, Creator!Reader has their religion

Genre: Bittersweet, in between fluff and angst

Characters: You and unnamed Genshin NPCs

Content Warning: assumed Religion is present, mentions of human death and life, loss and succession

A/N: writing practise, may expand upon, depends!

They rejoiced, spun in circles as they pranced like deer and dresses flourished under the sun.

Your gargoyle pair looks on, somehow stoic and rocklike despite being soft to the touch. All three of you feel the warmth through the shimmering carriage veil, dyed into rainbows and bubbles.

As it loops on, the people change; their descendants succeed each one of them. The dance recoloured, unrecognisable if not for the same spirited fingertips, extended excitedly towards you in perpetual invitation. It still makes your mind blank for a bit whenever they await your response.

You try not to sink in your memory of the first fiesta. Your gargoyles, at least, will always be here as you shall live; their same cold yet gentle nudges keep you at bay when you turn away, mind wandering back to the swaying braids, face caressed in the embrace of floating dandelions.

You guide them into another spin as the laughter raises with the playful seas.

#you get celebrated but you have your feelies about time changing people #genshin impact #genshin #immortal!creator!Reader #sagau religion au #cw religion #sentient genshin #self aware genshin #sentient genshin impact #genshin isekai #isekai genshin #genshin sagau #sagau genshin #genshin impact isekai #genshin creator!reader au

[thepoisonjackal]

I made this tribrid, his name is Strato, and he’s a Sky/Ice/MudWing.

Instead of breathing fire or ice like a normal dragon, he spits a sort of molten rocklike substance.

That's really awesome!! My favorite thing is to combine tribe powers on hybrids to make new ones.

#jackal answers

[saltminerising]

okay take this with a grain of salt because ive never participated in a skin contest before the rockbreakers one this year, why do people keep making desert themed skins for rockbreakers??? i thought desert was a lightning flight thing? and that earth was more like wasteland/barren rocklike? not a single cactus in that area on the worldmap idk where this theme is coming from. i could see savannah vibes maybe but like why do people keep doing cacti

#skins and accents

[darklydeliciousdesires]

Lovely you ❤️.

I had the worst day at work today and I’m just soooo sad I literally cried. You have the best prompt for a drabble request I could wish for… 🥺

Could I get 18. “Do you need a hug? You look as if you do.” with Manny pls pls pls? 🥹

Sending you love ❣️

Love you much, boo. Hope this cheers you up :)

"Hey mamas, why you crying back here?" your boyfriend asks, while you dry your eyes, shaking your head.

"Nothing," you fluster, turning to smile at him. He's far from convinced.

Reaching out, he rubs your cheek affectionately, his head cocking slightly. "Tears ain't nothing, baby." You sigh, clamming up a little, Manny knowing it'll take a little more prompting before you actually spill. Your strength, he knows, is sometimes your weakness, too, not wanting to be vulnerable, not even with him. “Do you need a hug? You look as if you do.”

You don't reply with words, turning to sink into his embrace, the warm fold of his arms around you comforting, immediately soothing your frayed edges, your upset diminishing, just from his closeness. He holds you tightly, his silence speaking volumes, his support rocklike, as usual. "All in your own time, querida."

He waits, his patience faultless, until you finally detail your bad day to him fully, nodding, listening intently, and when you're done, offering you the best advice, just as you knew he would. What he says that reaches you the most, though?

"Just know that through it all, no matter what changes, one thing remains, mamacita, and that's how much I love you."

And if there's truly one thing you can count on, it's that.

#manny mayans #manny mayans mc #manny mayans mc fanfiction #manny mayans mc fanfic #manny mayans mc x female reader #manny mayans x you #mayans mc #mayans mc imagine #mayans mc fanfiction

[rionas-path]

Chapter 7

To Traverse the Frozen Plains

LV. “For one final time young lass; by the curse, what dost thou plan to find?” Reeled off the old goddess, nonetheless, the girl listened not, Merely cursing under her breath as the bitter cold she fought Chilled her down to the very bones, and whilst her plans had all aligned, She could not have imagined the prospect of a snowstorm’s surprise. Yet, slow down she could not, for fear of her tribe’s pursuit unwise. Her travels northward need-be continued with pace and clear mind, Even when the snowfall of knee height, demanded all her strength combined.

LVI. Her slender yet strong build struggled to make solid progress Through the difficult, icy terrain; all while the grating voice Of the divine made efforts to undermine the headstrong choice To persist in the blizzard. Lo! Up ahead she saw something egress And appear at the edges of her sight. A natural, rocky ceiling Of a stone-faced, steeply-angled gorge. Winter now revealing A vast riverbed, humbled to a brook during the white dressed Moons, awaiting the water’s release of Young Verdure’s excess   LVII. Thereupon, she could claim a few resting breaths of reprieve From this raging storm. As she reached the rocky overhang, A cave’s entrance awaited her further inward as the breeze sang Along the large grey boulder behind which it hid. Relieved For long, she was not. With every step, an ominous tension grew In the flow surrounding her. This entrance made her feel askew. As anything could be waiting inside, she did her spear-staff retrieve, Gripping it hard and inched closer, counting on her vigorous heave.

LVIII. Aurianne uttered with a reserved voice, her demeanour contrasting Her usual self: “Ríona, please! I know we might not see Eye to eye on a vast array of matters…” She made a plea. “However, trust me for once and do so without delay or waiting On fate! Keep thy wits about thee and do not enter that cave!” The blizzard’s winds began crashing into the entrance wave After wave, forcing the duo to rush inwards and hiding Away behind a stone, as the wind kept over their heads blasting.

LIX. Then Ríona extended her digits and charmed the flow about her, Producing a radiant light in the palm of her hand. Before them shaped a receding wall made from rocklike sand Slowly sloping downward, further away from the lit up blur That was the flowlight. Though the howling outside persisted And a few snowflakes still rushed in behind as if assisted By a force Innerwordly, they were safe from the cold stir Of the blizzard. At last, the demigoddess did her thoughts confer.

LX. “Alas, we have no choice now but go onwards.” She exclaimed But was promptly interrupted, “Hark thee! Halt still this moment!” The goddess cut in, having read every nook, cranny, and component Of the youth’s mind in these past few hours after having been drained Of her wakefulness. “Thou hast no plan. Thou wishest to blunder Thy way into finding this icon thy mind hast built up with wonder From my tales? The Tsar is a lost man, forsaken and duly shamed For his madness! I have told thee; he cannot answer thy question pained!”

LXI. This stopped Ríona in her track as she began her reply With ferocity: “This is convenient for you, is it not? You with Your little game of lies, schemes, delving deeper into myth. Always with remarks, always with scrutiny? I cannot lie, I know my chances slim, but I’m taking destiny into my grasp, Forging my own path, damned be all!” she scoffed with a loud gasp And stood up from her crouched stance before adding a baulking sigh: “Whatever waits inside; they’ll be more helpful than your false cry”

LXII. Aurianne now in shock, exclaimed: “Me, unhelpful? All I’ve Ever done has been me giving my all to thee, dear lass!” This annoyed Ríona more than ever: “Your tales caused this impasse At which we stand! Your handiwork, your lies through which I strive To find the truth! Why did you have the Legend’s Quarry removed? What lays inside the poor Tsar’s mind?” her mental toll disapproved With her anger. The goddess knew little would satisfy the girl’s drive In search of clarity, thus she looked for a ways to contrive.

LXIII. One plan spurred to her mind’s forefront. If only she could get Close enough, she’d be able to bury the truth hiding Inside the elder demigod’s body. With resigning Inflection she spoke: “All right! I’ll help thee find this Tsar, don’t fret!” This brought Ríona to a halt. Though often after nagging At the goddess, she’d give in and amuse such curious thinking, Yet this was too easy, farfetched after the trickery she set In motion this past night. In doubt, she took caution as if ‘ere a threat

LXIV. Alas, before she could even pursue the spirit’s intention, A reverberating noise came from deeper inside the grotto, Bringing interruption to Ríona’s mistrustful mind’s flow Through which she couldn’t untangle the plans of Aurianne’s invention. The sounding quickly became her priority as it seemed to advance Ever closer. By mistake, she let go of the light which would dance And flicker about the cavern, casting light in vast dimensions Along all the aciculate dripstones, the ground’s fangs now in attention

LXV. Slowly, the reverberations became three distinct sets of paces; Accompanied by sporadic earthfall, though one step lagged. Soon followed peculiar low cackles, grunts and other jagged Bellows that certainly did not come from any gentle places Which Ríona would know. Without a doubt not Outerwordly. Then one of them spoke up to a shout, yet still sound unclearly Echoed about due to the cave’s natural reverbing spaces, And continued to leave aural sensations with haunting graces.

LXVI. The voice was raspy yet feminine with a spine-chilling Animalistic peculiarity looming about it, And heartbeat after heartbeat, step after step, bit by bit The figures approached as the duo waited silently, revealing Two, not three outlines as Ríona had previously believed. Indeed, one appeared crouched and missed a front limb, the other removed And stoic. Ríona now forthwith recognized these thrilling Beings: The Fox; rabid, and the Maven were now appearing.

#riona's path #fantasy #dark fantasy #poetry #epic poetry #poem #epic poem #literature #writing

[arthistoryanimalia]

Another fave from The Met's #KimonoStyle show for #FrockFriday + bonus #FroggyFriday:

Fireman's Jacket (Hikeshi-banten) w/ Shogun Taro Yoshikado Japan, Edo period (1615-1868), mid-19th century Quilted cotton with tube-drawn paste-resist dyeing (tsutsugaki) with hand-painted details John C. Weber Collection

“[The jacket] features a scene popular in Kabuki & based on a print by Utagawa Kunisada (1786-1865) in which the warrior Yoshikado asks a frog sage for magical powers to avenge the murder of his father.” This is that print:

Utagawa Kunisada (Japanese, 1786-1865) "Actor Nakamura Shikan IV as Shōgun Tarō Yoshikado" 1862, 12th lunar month Publisher: Hiranoya Shinzō Dimensions: 14 9/16 × 9 3/4 in. (36.99 × 24.77 cm) (image, vertical ōban) Print (ukiyo-e / yakusha-e); Woodblock print (nishiki-e); ink and color on paper Portfolio: From Toyokuni's Drawings: A Magic Contest (Toyokuni kigō: Kijutsu kurabe 豊国揮毫　奇術競) Minneapolis Institute of Art 2016.137.2

BTW that “frog sage” is Gama Sennin, the Toad Immortal; here is another woodblock print (actually a triptych) by the same artist of the same legend:

Utagawa Kunisada (Japanese, 1786-1865) “Gama Sennin Instructing Yoshikado and Takiyasha," 1845 ôban triptych (38 x 77.5 cm)

“Gama Sennin is the toad immortal, and here they appear almost like an old woman, with their long hair fashioned from a toad-faced pelt and appearing in a toad-like body. Here the magician demonstrates their magic, causing the image of a young woman to materialize on their breath. Gama Sennin, the Toad Immortal, is based upon the Chinese Immortal Liu Hai, the Sage with the Toad on his back, a benign sage with great magical powers. Kuniyoshi has outdone himself with the cave of Gama Sennin, as all the rocklike outcroppings are comprised of frogs, and a giant frog spectre hovers over the magician. In the center panel, Yoshikado has been consulting a scroll of some sort, and looks up in surprise, his hands in the ‘astonished’ gesture that Kuniyoshi favored. The motivation of the two young people is of course vengeance for a murdered loved one. A scarce design.”

image & info via https://egenolfgallery.com/products/kuniyoshi-gama-sennin-and-frog-magic

#frog #toad #amphibians #Japanese art #East Asian art #19th century art #historical costume #textiles #garment #Hikeshi-banten #Utagawa Kunisada #Taro Yoshikado #Kabuki #Gama Sennin #frog sage #toad sage #Toad Immortal #Japanese mythology #Japanese folklore #John C Weber Collection #Metropolitan Museum of Art New York #Kimono Style #exhibition #museum visit #Frock Friday #Froggy Friday #animals in art