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gallusrostromegalus · 1 year

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I'd been meaning to ask about if Hanatarou had any role in AEIWAM, because I'm an incurable minor character lover and still apparently very fond of him even though it's been upwards of a decade since my Bleach fixation. And then I see you mentioned him in a post and I am activated! I'd love to hear more about him in AEIWAM if you want to share 👀

One afternoon, Retsu Unohana noticed a strange ant crossing her desk.

It was a slow afternoon- the calm before the return of the 11th division from New Recruit Boot Camp and the annual 4th division game of "Match the limbs!" began.

She sat up and leaned in to examine the ant- the 4th division is kept PRISTINE by no small dint of effort and interlopers are Most Unwelcome. This foreign contaminant was rather puzzling, however. It appeared to be a Highly Carnivorous Izumo Island Acid-Spitting Ant, somewhat famous for not living anywhere but Izumo Island.

"What are you doing in my office?" She interrogated the Ant. She may have been engaged in some light chemical alteration to deal with the frustration of having her favorite stress-reliever out of town while he was running New Recruit Boot Camp.

The ant, being an ant, failed to respond, save to wave it's little antennae and continuing on it's search for fleshmeats to bring back to the colony.

...Return to the colony... Retsu considered, and a flash of inspiration struck. Very carefully, she extracted a small slice of hot dog from the commisary's wednesday lunch of "Beanie Weenies" and places it in the ant's path. As she had hoped, the ant located the hot dog piece by the subtle sensory method of walking into it face-first, examined it to determine it's acceptability as a food source, and then hefted the hot dog slice over it's head, and made an about-face, returning from whence it came.

Grabbing a laser pointer, Retsu followed.

Seeing the captain slowly walking up the hall, hunched over and watching something with intent was hardly the strangest thing to happen in the fourth, and being told "Move aside, I'm tracking a problem" while she drew a laser-light circle around the insect in question was downright understandable, and so she was left to stalk in peace.

Eventually, the ant disappeared under the door of a Broom closet. It was a Perfectly Ordinary Broom closet, just off the Neonatal wing, and utterly unremarkable, save for the handwritten sign on the door:

"DANGER! VENOMOUS ANIMALS! KEEP OUT!!"

The sign was illustrated with remarkably good drawings of snakes, spiders and wasps.

"Hm." Said Restu, considering the closet's proximity to the Seireitei's tiniest and most helpless infants. "Not Ideal."

Carefully, she tried the door.

It was locked, at least.

Slightly less carefully, she rattled the knob until the ancient pin-tumbler inside rattled open, and then she more carefully opened the door.

When a cobra failed to leap out and bite her in the face, she reached in and turned on the light.

Inside was a fascinating little gem of zoology. Easily Twenty terrariums had been crammed into the tiny closet, filled with meticulously cared-for venomous animals of every shape, size and persuasion. Near the door were the Izumo Island Acid-Spitting Ants, gleefully examining and disassembling the Hot dog slice, whose terrarium lid seemed to have been bumped askew by the door at some point. After watching another sentry return, she pushed the lid closed with a snap, before turning her attention to the rest of the Menagerie of Pain.

Whoever had assembled the collection had organized them by care needs- the room had a Hot and Cold side each, as well as Dark and Bright sides, and the animals that needed dry enclosures were at the top, getting progressively damper until the aquariums at the bottom. And so many splendid creatures! Klein-Bottle-Web Spiders! Barking Scorpions!

"...Is that a Sea-Cave Remipede? I didn't know those could be kept in captivity!" Retsu blinked in surprise. Minazuki emerged, fluttering as she peered into the aquariums- and down here-! Orange-cubed octopi! and good grief are those Horned Sea Snails? Brave man whoever keeps these- they have to be hand-fed and if the snail decides to dart his finger instead of the feeder fish he's a goner.

"Never mind that, he's got half the Elapid family up here-" Retsu said, standing on her toes before getting on top of the folding chair in the middle of the room. "Look at that! Morel Snakes, Farter's Sea snake, a Queen Cobra- and this tank's got Vipers- good grief where did he even GET a Lance-de-Fer?"

Look at these things, the look like little plastic toys, or candies! Minazuki chortled as the tank of brightly colored frogs. The devil is this? A ...Pitohui?

The Apparently-Venomous bird whistled at her, intrigued but not alarmed. Something in The Big Tank at the back of the closet splashed, and both Doctor and Zanpaktou turned their attention to it

"A turtle?" Retsu pondered, for the size and shape of the amphibious enclosure, but once her eyes adjusted to the tanks dim light, she and Minazuki stood there for several silent minutes, watching the strange creature paddle about, digging it's beak into the mud at the bottom of it's tank for worms, and surfacing to breathe and rake the long claws of it's webbed feet through its... fur.

..It looks fake. Minazuki finally said, bewildered. I'm watching it move and eat and swim and it looks fake, like some badly taxidermied curio meant to swindle tourists.

"-Not some strange spirit made flesh then?" Retsu said, squinting at the label in the corner of the tank. "Ornithorhynchus paradoxus- it sure is!" She laughed.

Well? What should we do about this? Minazuki waved a flipper to indicate the entire zoo. I'm not sure if we should promote their keeper for his dedication to the study of venom, or if we should fire him for putting his lab next to the neonatal ward.

"Let's see what he has to say for himself." Decided Retsu, moving the folding chair to the middle of the room, re-locking the door, turning the light off, and sitting down.

...You always were one for Dramatics. Sighed Minazuki, settling on the floor beside her and waiting, eye wide in gleeful anticipation

She did not have to wait long before there was the sound of someone running up the stairs, panting, and a carabiner of keys jingling, the door being unlocked and a small, moderately disheveled and scatterbrained-looking young man stepped in, apologizing for being late he couldn't find his boss anywhere-

"-so I had to submit the paperwork for all the research I've been doing with you guys to the drop-box which is hidden on the 7th floor next to urology for some reason but I'm here now and I've got nice juicy crickets and mice for-"

He flicked on the light to find his aforementioned boss sitting in a folding chair, waiting for him like some kind of fucked up ghost.

"-UNOHANA-TAICHO!?"

She regarded his appropriately terrified visage for a moment. "...Yamada, right?"

The young man nodded mutely, still frozen like a better-taxidermied-than-whatever-the-thing-behind-her-was rabbit. "Y- Yes Ma'am. Um. Captain. I'm Hanataro Yamada. Sir."

"...I'll take a cricket, but after you explain what the hell this is." She decided.

"Oh!" he yelped, startled to still be alive. "Well- uh- I actually just submitted the paperwork for the research permissions for this upstairs but the thing is, see, venom is, well, are- they're all terribly biologically active substances, and I was reading your research paper you submitted for your seated officer's proposal about toxic plants and the medicines that could be derived from them because so many medicines are really just poisons, dosed between "fatal to the problem" and "fatal to the patient", and um- well I thought, that's got to be doubly true of venomous animals because venom is meant to cause profound chemical reactions in other animals, so I figured if I could extract, analyze and isolate specific compounds, that there's a lot of new potential drugs and cures lurking in these creature like, um- oh, uh, the Vipers up there kill their prey primarily through the use of fast-acting anticoagulants, which have potential applications in heart disease cures, but the Klein-Bottle-Web spiders work with fast-acting coagulants, produced in the same glands as their silk, so I was hoping to develop bandages that can stop bleeding on a chemical level as well. And- oh! these Sea-cave Remipedes can cause intense hallucinations, which is not ideal when you're scuba-diving in a cave to find them but in smaller doses, it looks like the compounds they produce act as anti-psychotics, and um- oh yeah, the little butter frogs- the yellow ones- yeah, the venom they excrete has got a ton of really interesting anti-inflammatory properties and the bird up there excretes a mild neuroinhibitor and the Platypus- It's an extremely primitive mammal, even moreso than marsupials, and the males- that one is Billy, for Billabong- um, bad pun, don't worry about it-um, it's got these venomous spurs on his hind legs that produce a venom that is a Neuro-enhancer, of all things, as well as a host of anti-microbial compounds that STING if he gets a kick in, but apparently they really only produce them during mating season so I may have to get him a sheila- that's what the guide said the females were called- and. Um. Yeah. That's. Well, I was hoping to get a research grant so I could keep them somewhere a little more secure. and. not right next to the neonatal ward." he sputtered.

Retsu watched him blankly for a second, then held out her hand, expectant.

Yamada looked down at her hand, confused, then, remembering their earlier conversation, cautiously opened up the plastic tub he was clutching and delicately placed a single cricket in her open palm.

Without hesitation, she popped it in her mouth, the crunching audible in the awkward silence of the room as she made up her mind.

"Seventh-Seat Maomao is retiring later this year, and I will need a new Toxicologist." She declared. "If you've been hand-feeding the horned snails, you're brave enough for the job, and if you've figured out a different method, you're smart enough for it. I want all of this packed up and in level 4 Secure onditions by morning, Doctor Yamada." she nodded.

"Th- thank you taicho!" he yelped, Billy The Platypus splashing excitedly. "I look forward to your work, Hanataro." She smiled, and the boy very nearly fainted.

#aeiwam #an elephant is warm and mushy #Bleach #bleach fanfiction #Retsu Unohana #yamada hanataro

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carsthatnevermadeitetc · 11 months

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Ford Mustang GT4, 2023. To be presented this weekend during the 24 Hours of Spa at the Spa-Francorchamps circuit in eastern Belgium, the GT4 version of the new generation 2024 Mustang Dark Horse. Multimatic will build the cars using Coyote-based V8 race engines, developed in-house by Ford Performance and assembled by Ford in Dearborn, Michigan. The Mustang GT4 race car also features Multimatic DSSV dampers, a Holinger dog-ring gearbox, paddle shifters with pneumatic actuation, natural fibre body panels, as well as a an aero package developed to meet GT4 category targets.

#Ford #Ford Mustang GT4 #Ford Mustang #GT4 #race car #track car #endurance racing #Spa #24 Hours of Spa #Spa-Francorchamps #new cars #Multimatic #Ford Performance #Mustang Dark Horse

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jaejoongs-nipple-piercing · 6 months

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A Cozy Autumn Date

@emeraldbabygirl

He had been monitoring the weather forecasts for the last couple weeks to make sure everything was perfect. It had to be. Your date was something very special to him and he wanted you both to be able to look back and cherish it.

So when he finally saw the day in the forecast that would be absolutely perfect, he started getting things set up. Which was a little hard to do in between his daily fights against the other school gangs, but this was something important that just had to be done.

He called up a few places for food catering and dining out, just for price ranges and locations, options-that sort of thing. He called to find a very specific type of flower bouquet and since it was a seasonal kind they always sold out quickly. Upset that nobody had any left over, he decided he would make you one from scratch, hoping that even though it wasn’t store-bought you would at least like it a little.

Finally finding a place that was still open on October 31st proved more difficult then he thought.

“People really like going on Halloween dates? Maybe I’ll keep that in mind.”

After about a week he found one. He gave the owner all the information that was asked for and he asked about the location, directions (since he was never really sure how to get to these places), and time slots. Picking the second-to-last slot, he thanked the owner many times.

“No problem, young man. I hope you enjoy your date.”

Then disaster struck: the week of your date everything was suddenly closed and unavailable. And it was showing rain all week.

“NOOOOOOOOOOO!” Smoky fell to his knees in anguish. Your date was ruined.

“What’s up with you?” Fujio asked, walking into the room.

Smoky just glared at him.

“YOU!!”

Fujio stepped back, startled.

“H-hey bro, I-I-I didn’t do anything. I didn’t hit you, r-right? C-c-calm d-down.”

Fujio backed up so far he hit the wall, now Smoky was right in his face.

“You’re going to help me with my date since the weather ruined my plan. Got it?”

“Okay..?”

“Good! Now here’s what you have to do. Get some people from Oya and Murayama, oh and Rao too, and…”

October 31st, at the break of dawn, everyone was gathered in the gym they fought Senomon in, working out the details of this date.

“Ok, so I know we’d rather be fighting each other, but I really need your help. As you know, it’s soaking wet out which put a damper on my date plans and everything was suddenly closed up. So I need you guys to do some behind-the-scenes magic for me to make this a great date. If everything goes well, I’ll hold off on beating you guys for a month.”

“So what do we do?”

“Ah, Todoroki and Odejima! Ok I need you guys to go get these things for a pretty fall bouquet since everyone ran out.”

“What am I doing here, again?”

“Murayama, you are Mr.Muscle. I need you to drive the tractor. But please go slow- it’s supposed to be a nice date, not a car race.”

Murayama scowled, but nodded his head in acceptance.

Fujio and Rao were already off setting up a cute little corn maze and a pumpkin-lined path for the tractor. Murayama came over to help put a canopy up over the cart the tractor would be pulling. When Odejima and Todoroki finished with the bouquet assembly they helped Smoky put some hay bales into the cart for the two of you to sit on.

“Now we wait. Meet me here in 2 hours.”

~~~~~~

Your boyfriend Smoky hadn’t contacted you in a few days, so when he finally did you asked him what was happening. Did he get hurt real bad in a fight this time?

“No, no I’m fine. Hey do me a favor, will ya? Put on a cute outfit, maybe bring a light jacket or a sweater, and meet me outside. I’m gonna take you somewhere you’ll like.”

You smiled. “Ok, I’ll be right down.”

Hanging up and charging your phone for a little bit, you go to look for an outfit.

Urgh!! I have nothing to wear! You groan, tearing apart your closet. You finally decided on a black corduroy jumper and a fuzzy lavender sweater, paired with some Bearpaw boots. You grab a windbreaker and unplug your phone, putting it into your jacket pocket. You want to look nice for Smoky so you put on a little makeup-mascara and some lip gloss is enough. You practically ran downstairs to the door, yelling your goodbyes to your pets as you left. You locked the door and ran to Smoky, flinging yourself into his arms.

“I missed you! Are you sure you’re ok?”

Smoky just chuckled, “Yeah, I’m great. Here, let’s get going,” he said, opening the passenger door of his 1975 Ford Bronco for you.

It didn’t take as long as either of you thought it would to get to the date place, and when you got to the parking lot Smoky told you to close you eyes.

“It’s a surprise, so you have to keep them closed. I’ll guide you there.”

You were surprised now. “Ok, then. Lead the way.”

You feel the hard ground under your boots, hear the leaves crunching a little through the water on top of them. There’s a faint smell of rain and something else you can’t quite place.

“Hey gimme a hint! Where are we?”

Smoky chuckled. “Not very patient, are we? You’ll see soon.”

He loved this about you, so sweet and always curious about things. And the way you cared so deeply about him.

The two of you stopped after a few more feet, and he warned you first before continuing.

“Ok, I need you to grab my neck. I’m going to lift you to the next part.”

Confused, you wrapped your arms gently around his neck, and the he proceeded to lift you princess-style into the cart. He came up shortly after, helping you to your feet. He walked you over to the hay bales, and gently helped you sit down on one.

“Why is this seat so prickly? Can I open my eyes now please?”

Smoky just about bursted from being so giddy.

“No, not yet. Almost.”

He reached over and flicked the fairy lights that Todoroki and Odejima had put up around the inside of the cart. Then he grabbed a lap blanket for the two of you. He sat down next to you and spread the blanket over your laps.

“Now.”

You opened your eyes and were absolutely amazed. What you saw before you was more than you could have asked for in a date from Smoky. You were in a cart in a pumpkin patch, with a corn maze and a path lined with pumpkins for the tractor to go through.

Smoky handed you the bouquet Todoroki and Odejima made, nervously.

“Do you like it? Is it ok for a late fall date?”

Your eyes were suddenly moist. You were so happy he put this much thought into your date.

“Yes, of course I like it. I love this idea so much!”

Smoky signaled to Murayama to start the tractor, but he didn’t.

“MURAYAMA!”

Still nothing.

“Murayama called in sick, he said he didn wanna see you guys bein all mushy gushy on each other.”

“Oh no.”

Murayama called in sick? Really? That could only mean one thing. He got Binzo to drive.

“Please tell me you know how to drive a tractor?!”

The tractor started, and you were surprised at how smooth it was. Then the driver turned around.

“I put off my date with Todoroki for this, so you owe me.”

“Odejima!! Hi, I’m glad to see you!”

Odejima. Odejima is driving. Ok, now you can relax.

Hours later after you went through the pumpkin patch and path, picked out a couple pumpkins to carve later, and got spooked in the corn maze, it was dark. You got up go jump down off the cart but Smoky was faster.

“Here, I’ll go first.”

Smoky jumped down from the cart and turned around. Spreading his arms like he wanted you to jump into them.

“Now you.”

Smoky stood there smiling, and since he had given you such a nice date and even got a lot of the boys to help, you decided to let him have this.

You jumped down into his arms, scared that you would fall. But he caught you, swinging you around.

“I know this wasn’t the best date, but I hope it was ok.”

“Smoky, I already said it was great. I loved it. I mean, a date in a pumpkin patch and all our friends came to help you out? That’s amazing. And I did catch glimpses of Fujio, Rao and Binzo so that was fun too.”

“BINZO WAS HERE THE WHOLE TIME?!?”

Smoky was shocked.

“It’s fine, he only came in to see how we were doing. He didn’t want me to tell you until after and he said you promised no beatings for a month.”

“Grr, but he’s exempt. He didn’t help. So he gets the punishment.”

“Smoky, don’t ruin the date we had. I don’t think it’s over yet.”

Smoky looked at you, now he was the confused one. The date wasn’t over? Yes it was. This was all he had planned.

You walked toward Smoky, now you were nervous again.

“I want you to close your eyes, please.”

Smoky just looked at you, blinking.

“Smokyy! Please? I have something for you.”

Smoky reluctantly closed his eyes.

“Now put your hands out toward me, face up.”

He did, still confused. You put your hands in his, squeezing them so you had a good grip. Then you got on your toes (since he was a bit taller than you) and kissed him on the cheek. You got so embarrassed and you felt your cheeks heating up.

Smoky opened his eyes and saw you, beet red. He was also blushing-you had never kissed before so it was a first for both of you. He walked toward you and gently took your head in his hands, giving you a light peck on the forehead.

Both of you were still blushing when Smoky turned to you and said it was getting late.

“Yeah, let’s go home.”

#fanfic #my fanfic #smoky #High&Low smoky #High&Low #high and low smoky #high and low #rao #Fujio #Todoroki #Odejima #binzo #murayama

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overland-defender · 30 days

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22/10/2022 - The Sus-pense

It’s an obvious thing to say, but with time things do age and dependent on how they are looked after this aging can be slowed down or accelerated. We’ve been pretty lucky with the 90 regarding mechanical failures, a lot of the preventative maintenance has increased longevity (in some areas) so i’ll always try to focus on new areas of upkeep. Odometer: 104935 Going to replace all springs, dampers and the other items associated with this assembly. There’s enough walk through guides/videos online so i won’t go into detail . Dampers: Old Man Emu Nitrocharger Sport shocks and OME steering damper LD Springs: OEM LR (NRC9447, NRC9448, NRC9449 & NRC9446) Fittings: Galvanised Shock Absorber Turrets with fitting Kit - DA1186 Galv Rear Spring Seat Fitting Kit - DA1215 I’ll call it a day job as i like to take time, this truck had previously been fitted the Bilstein B8′s and they were pretty much near end of life and the springs were in fact the original ones fitted at factory so had seen better days. I got Amy (wife) to test drive as it’s her daily and she instantly felt the difference when cornering especially, the ride is slightly firmer but i’d expect this with brand new shocks and springs... maybe the 110 needs the same treatment? Speaking of the 110, the charge issue still remains but we are going on our honeymoon so it will have to wait until after to get fixed.

#OldManEmu #Defender90 #landroverdefender #Land Rover Defender #landrover #flatdog #OME

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hirocimacruiser · 2 years

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Direct coverage of the Moroccan test for the Paris-Dakar 2nd consecutive victory

Pajero EVO T2 good start!

Last year's winner, Kenjiro Shinozuka, J.P. Fontenay, and B. Saby of Mitsubishi Works, are driving the new Pajero Evo T2 at full throttle.

Report & Photo/ Yoshikazu Nakajima (Hochi Shimbun editorial board member)

Effects of Regulation Changes and Countermeasures.

From the helicopter chasing the Pajero Evolution T2 speeding through the Sahara Desert, I could see a long stream of white smoke on the horizon. It started running about 10 minutes ago and is an Evo T2. The desert turns red, reddish brown, white, gray and even black depending on the angle of the light. The surroundings of the Evo T2, which receives the afternoon sun as front light, are gray when viewed from behind). Like a rocket trailing a trail of smoke, the car itself was invisible, but the trail of white dust was long and growing.

Make T2 closer to a commercial vehicle. After Mitsubishi Pajero's Kenjiro Shinozuka won the 1997 race, TS 0 (Thierry Sabine Organization), which hosts the Paris-Dakar, changed the regulations for the 1998 race. A restrictor with a diameter of 32mm is installed at the engine intake. Chassis is commercially available and no modifications are allowed. GPS is limited to those provided by the organizer.

This is the main change from 1996 to 1999....

These three points are the major

tormenting cox.

The engine is in Okazaki's research department

Generates 340 horsepower at 8000 rpm

A powerful thing to do aboard. Of course, there was no restriction on the air intake. There are 32mm restrictors. According to TSO's trial calculation, "260 horsepower will be the limit." last year pajero T2 has 270 horsepower. The Pajero Evolution released on September 22 has 280 horsepower, and it is said that it will be an unthinkable situation in which a works car that runs in the desert has less power than a commercial model. "We've tried a lot of things, and if the commercial model is actually 50, the Evo T2 is 100.

However, I don't understand why the horsepower alone doesn't seem to be much...but the engineer says it will be the same or even more in actual racing," said Shinozuka with a wry smile. The engineer vaguely asked, "Is it the exhaust system?"

Then, if you change to 2 intake ports at once, it will be difficult to deal with it. Being limited to a commercial chassis is also tough on the Evo T2. The entire body of the Pajero in the Dakar Rally was constructed with a tube frame, so it was like putting a Pajero body over an F1 machine or buggy.

Two consecutive wins 99.99% sure!

High rigidity and good serviceability. However, it became impossible to ``use the commercially available chassis itself'', assemble the front frame part with pipes, give freedom to design the suspension, or replace the entire front. There is a danger that the front lower arm will crash into the road surface when jumping hard and landing.

“We put on a strong underguard, but that alone adds about 15kg,” said the engineer. But the Evo T2 sprinting through the desert doesn't seem to have that problem. Quickly jump over a ditch that drops sharply. Even if it is pushed up by a bump, the rear does not jump up much, and it feels like it flies horizontally.

The movement of the suspension seen from the helicopter is as smooth as a well-trained gymnast doing push-ups.

“We are also testing the tires, so I can't say that everything is OK, but when I put the tires on last time, they were in the best shape.

Both the front and rear are double wishbones, and the same Donelli shocks used last time. Although it is unknown, it supplies to a few influential works, and Paris

・It is secretly known to those who are familiar with the field that it is favored by the superstar and veteran cell of the Dakar motorcycle division.

“I've been using it since last time, and it works well. It works stably,” says Shinozuka. Two Dunbars in the test in California in July.

However, in Morocco, two dampers with coils and one bare damper without coils like a F1 car are added. The rear has three dampers (the front has two). "We haven't decided what to do with the tires yet," said Shinozuka, but Michelin sent two engineers and one mechanic to the Morocco test. We brought in two types of newly developed tires. The diameter is 25 mm larger than the previous one. Width is also wide. Side by side, it looks like something you could put on a different car.

“I want to gain as much road clearance as possible, so the bigger the better. We don't have time to start all over again with the suspension," Shinozuka suggested, suggesting that the tires from the previous race would likely be used.

The Sahara rally has also presented navigators with a difficult task in terms of navigation. GPS must be provided by TSO. 6 years ago increase

Ever since the use of GPS was permitted in 1945, ``Saharan Adventure'' has continued to lose its adventurous color. As I got used to using GPS and its performance improved, I became able to type detailed routes on the large GPS LCD screen. Follow the instructions that appear on the LCD screen by correctly inputting points into the GPS from the aerial map, frame map, and ground map.

It was becoming a navigation that was like a "TV game".

The GPS screen supplied by TSO is 4 inches high by 6 inches wide. I know the direction, but it's a fine point.. "I want magnifying glasses that make me look bigger when I put them on. I can't read the fine points in a swaying car on this screen. I'm going to have to rely on frame charts. There may be some fun in rolling, but it's hard here."

Pajero Evo T2, challenging new fields

The Paris-Dakar will celebrate its 20th anniversary next year. It's been a long time since I started Paris. On January 1, 1998, I started running from the front of the Palace of Versailles.

“Once you win, you feel better mentally.

I think that the degree of

hey....... This time, in addition to Schlesser's buggy, an American pilot

Rotork (V8, 5.8ℓ)

and diesels without restrictors. Pro trucks are ridden by American veterans such as Pescaro Kuchi, who was active in Citroën's Lartigle Mans. The Pajero Evolution T2 looks like it will be a tough battle,” Shinozuka observes.

The Evo T2's engine is said to have around 260 horsepower at the Morocco test stage, but in the main race it will be on par with or even higher than a commercial model.

Young engineers are enthusiastic when they show their strength. Drivers love the fact that the torque is almost flat from around 3500 to 6500 rpm.

Fontenay, who competed with Shinozuka for the top spot last time, said, "I didn't think it would be this easy to ride, even though it has a restrictor. I think it will be a good car if we improve it further before the rally."

The Pajero Evo T2", which sprints through the Sahara toward the memorable 20th Paris-Dakar, may open up a new world of off-road vehicles.

#Pajero Evo #Mitsubishi Pajero #Pajevo #JDM #Paris-Dakar

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sassooda · 1 year

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Worlds Away JJK AU/ Chapter 95 - Stimulation 🔞

w/c - 6,795

“Doll…”, Toji engulfs her lips with his own, using his mass to impose his stature. When he breaks away for breath, he’s drawn to her half-lidded glowing eyes and to how her fluttering lashes have collected the tiniest of droplets; the light catches them perfectly. Adjusting his hold, he bucks Elska upwards to better secure her against the wall but the tile is incredibly slick, causing him to slide.

They slipped not even an inch but its enough for Elska to recognize that perhaps there will be a better time for this position later. She giggles into Toji’s lips right before he lowers her down, his attitude unapologetic but also copacetic. Stepping towards the warm stream, Elska shivers from lust alone while contemplating on Toji’s demeanor. She doesn’t truly believe that he’d drop her but that would add quite the damper on the day, “My beloved, that was a close o-…ahh!”.

Toji collides into her back, trapping her within his arms to share the free-falling stream. Their hips sway them slowly, his right arm bending near her breast to cross her shoulders; her hands hanging from his forearm. She asks, “Is everything alright?”, giving reason for the slighted smirk being birthed over her head. Of everything isn’t alright. He has to literally show his ass and terrify everyone in order to steal her away. As Toji’s eyes trail off to the left where the shampoo bottles sit in suds, he refrains from speaking harshly and instead exhales.

“Hmph.”, Elska twists around to face Toji with an eyebrow raised, asking, “What is wrong? You can talk to me…”. She raises a hand to cup his cheek but his large fingers snatch her wrist, to which she’s yanked into him. She closes her eyes while coupled into his skin and hones into his energy, trying to gauge his disposition by that alone. She gets nothing that is revealing to the point of making a judgement. It’s not enough.

Toji has become aware of everyone assembling in the bedroom and with a heated glare, fumes at the possibility of being interrupted. A gentle hand captures his chin, guiding it back to the one thing that can sate his insatiable thirst. His mind instantly cools and Toji allows himself the calming affect of her touch; nuzzling into it as her soft hands caress his cheek. She pulls his head downward, him obliging as their eyes close and their lips connect. It feels like such an improvement to have her undivided attention, as things were moons ago. Her mouth parts open, his hands slide to her hips. “Toji…”, leaves her in the form of a needing mewl, his wanton growl replying as naturally as the water bends to gravity.

~BANG~

Elska’s head snaps towards the door while his view burns menacingly towards the floor as he snarls, “That’s it…”.

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“THE FUCK!?”, Orao is shoved backwards into a mirror, thinking that specific piece was going to crash down over him. He scurries to his side, his cells clamoring incessantly to escape from danger.

“Please, don’t do this.”, Choso’s soft voice cascades calmly.

Orao jumps to his feet and postures himself in a much more aggressive stance, finding his glare to rest on the back of Naoya’s head, ‘He dare…’. His anger over being tossed like trash subsides momentarily when he gathers that Zenin only threw him to get him out of reach. Choso now stands beside the shaman with the katana, repeating, “Don’t do this.”. The sheer audacity of the young shaman with expression of a wounded dragon remains on himself but all of this only adds to Orao’s bewilderment while he mauls over Choso’s aide.

“Naoya!”, Maki cries with hands over her mouth as Yuuta rips the tip of his sword from her cousin’s arm. Naoya flinches but barely demonstrates pain, though she knows it must hurt. With a stiffened hand, she aims it towards Yuuta’s head, shouting, “WHAT THE HELL IS YOUR PROBLEM?!”.

Yuuta accepts the slap to his nape dutifully, now refining some of his temperament but he’s lost with how no one else seems to suspect the stranger, ‘This guy is one of them.’, that he’s certain. With Naoya’s blood dripping from the tip of his blade, Okkotsu berates himself over the mistake and offers, “I’m sorry…”.

Gojo sits up in the bed, still fully exposed but uncaring, “Should’ve just let Yuuta do it!”, shrugging his shoulders with disinterest. He watches Naoya shrug off the wound but tunes into his thoughts to hear, ‘FUCK THIS HURTS! I’VE GOT A FUCKING HOLE IN ME! I need to feed…these God Damn ruffians...FAAAACK’. Satoru snickers under his breath, lying back down to wait for his love to be done with her shower. He and nearly everyone jumps out of their skin when Toji once again barrels through the door to tell them all to shut the fuck up. Gojo’s eyes narrow, ‘He’s been in there with her this enitre time!???’, now feeling less patient.

“THIS ISN’T A FUCKING PLAYGROUND SO STOP ACTING LIKE IT IS!”, Toji roars, at his wits end with managing this circus, “CAN’T EVEN THINK WITH ALL THIS NOISE.”.

“Think?”, Gojo taunts rigidly, “More like fuck.”.

Naoya gasps, “Hey, wait a minute!!”, also now realizing that Toji was keeping Elska to himself, “What are you doing in there?!”. He grabs his arm and opens his mouth to warn all against attacking his princess today.

Gojo stands up and stretches, “I just told you lover boy!”, knowing that it’ll be harder for the sneaky Fushiguro to succeed with all the attention on them. Naoya’s jaw drops as if he feels betrayed thus filling Satoru with satisfaction, “And while we were all right here too!”, he whines, fanning the flames.

Toji face falls flat, his annoyance abundantly clear. He looks around the room, sees Getou, Maki, Yuuta and that fucking body guard; all people who don’t need to know what he and Elska were up to. ‘It needs to stay that way…’, his old-fashioned streak shining through until Naoya beelines for the bathroom. He clothes lines his cousin before grabbing a hold of his robes.

“Toji! Get off-”.

“Look boy…”, Toji yolks his younger cousin up by the collar, “I don’t want any more disturbances.”, his eyes reflecting off of Naoya’s pale skin, “I’m saying this as nicely as I possibly can right now...stay...the...fuck...out.”. When the Zenin explains that he’s injured and is need of his princess Toji grumbles and regrettably informs Naoya, “It’s just a scratch, you’ll survive.” but not too long before Satoru offers, “Feed from meeee little Naoya!”.

Suguru glances around to the guests awkwardly, shy and embarrassed by the issue at hand. He blushes as his mind runs wild with assumptions, all wild in nature but surrounded on what those on the outside of their circle must think of them. Choso walks past him, Getou side stepping as if touching the being would prove hazardous. He finds it odd that Choso would have any whispers to share with Okkotsu but pretends he doesn’t notice nonetheless.

“Thank you for heeding my advice…”, Choso quietly relays to Yuuta who looks back to him unsatisfied. The shaman’s eyes fall to Orao and harden but Choso vaguely explains, “There is reason for his being here. Hard though it may be, I ask that you leave him to us for the time being.”. He comprehends that Yuuta has no special reason to trust him, they’ve only just met despite how much Choso may know about him. Yuuta verbalizes nothing extraordinary but nods to affirm that he’s well aware of stumbling into something cryptic. Choso already regards him as someone trustworthy for there has never been a route that showed anything otherwise. Their attention becomes captured when Toji’s voice hollers, “SHE’S NOT JUST YOURS BOY!”, Yuuta shaking his head with laughter to how much things have changed. He can’t help but reiterate to himself, ‘So that part is true then…’, picturing all of the turned ganging up on Elska. It’s hard admit with a straight face but due to his own personal grievances with traditional relationships, the idea is rather thrilling. His eyes float to Maki to see if she’s picked up on it as well, leading him to grin. Her cool expression says it all and it would appear that his dear lady is also interested.

Gojo cracks his knuckles, “I’ll be right back.”, hastily exiting the room without further explanation or clothes. His presence soon disappears all together.

“Ughhh!”, Naoya parks his butt on the bed, angered about Toji’s adamant stance. He folds his arms, quietly groaning to his injury while secretly applying pressure. With his nose turned up, he tells them all, “My princess will be furious when she finds out Toji made me sit here and bleed!” and looks to Yuuta, “She has killed for me, you know!”.

Maki laughs, thinking, ‘I really like this chick already,’ but addresses, “Shouldn’t we wrap that or something?”, half begrudged with responsibility over Yuuta stabbing him. She begins searching the room for anything that would suffice but she notices the quiet Titer that’s at ends with Naoya, speak up.

Suguru thinks maybe he should be less like furniture and more conversant, “I believe he means for Elska to heal him.”, and is instantly met with a heated scowl from the Zenin. Suguru looks away, evidently hurt.

“Tch.”, Naoya rolls his eyes, hating that Getou is right and is even familiar enough with Elska to understand from experience. He folds his hands together in his lap, raging over having to announce his official alliance with the Titers tonight, wondering, ‘How the hell did it all work out for him? He is literally the worst and yet he’s still here…’. Naoya knows that Elska wants him there and that creates a turmoil in him that cannot be advocated for, he doesn’t understand why. Why him? What the fuck is so good about that rapey bastard? Naoya’s glowing eyes locate Suguru who seems lost in thought, ‘And my princess…’, his eyes narrow, ‘Why does she always forgive them?’. He’s rather salty right now so every grievance he can think of seems to be at the forefront of his mind. With disgust, Naoya looks over Getou’s physique and mumbles, “Stupid muscles…”, somehow thinking that must be Elska’s reasoning but his mind jumps to how dark Getou’s aura naturally is and grunts once he considers that his baby is invigorated by debauchery. An image of Suguru’s lips meeting her neck jolts Naoya with a sort of doom that to his dismay also riles something more than adversity. He wheezes; gripping his arm while also clutching onto denial, ‘No...no fucking way…’.

Naoya can feel himself throbbing to life.

Getou looks over to Zenin, wanting to understand what rattled him as he’s heard that ridiculous sound many times before. Suguru’s gaze wanders down to Naoya’s lap and discovers the pitched tent, causing him to believe that its over the Zenin fantasizing about the feeding. His view takes to the bathroom door, eyes lingering while he recalls the last time he imposed on her bathing.

“We need to head back Naoya.”, Maki begins while wrapping an arm around Yuuta, “Now that we’ve confirmed your fucking whereabouts and all…”, sounding as if she’s tired.

Yuuta can tell that Maki is simply excited to talk so he doesn’t oppose their abrupt dismissal. He addresses everyone as a whole when he says his casual goodbyes but lands eyes on Choso before Naoya. Rika whispers her affinity to the being which deepens the mystery for Yuuta but he places this aside as he announces that they’ll be waiting at the Zenin Estate with everything they’ll need. He’s so fired up by their mutual excitement, he can’t help but give Maki a good slap on the ass. He was worried that with everything she’d been through, both physically and emotionally, that his dear Maki wouldn’t feel beautiful anymore. His heart shreds at the thought of her ever thinking she’s anything less because of her scars and he’ll spend the rest of his life making sure this is so. “Let’s go sweet cheeks.”.

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Elska was waiting for Toji to return, especially after hearing him blow up on everyone. ‘What is it that’s getting to him?’, she wonders while gliding the razor blade up her underarm for the final stroke. Hearing shuffling outside the glass, she places it down and pokes her head out, “My beloved?”.

The giant remains oriented towards the door, tense until he hastily responds, “I’m coming right now doll.”.

She watches him for a second and how he doesn’t move, ‘I need to get to the bottom of this, he’s acting so strangely.’. Reluctantly, she tucks back into the shower and continues relaxing under the water until the glass door shuts and her head is being tilted upwards. Her widened eyes frame onto Toji’s pensive yet alluring glare as his intensity sitrs her senses.

“The truth is…”, Toji starts with a lower than usual tone, gradually nearing her face, “I’m fucking tired of fighting them for your affection.”. He pecs her tenderly once but then caresses her baby bump and adds, “You’re always distracted by their fucking antics and its like being the bigger man here gains me the short end of the stick.”. His glowing eyes narrow, “I’m tired of it, doll.”, his hand wraps around her throat, “Tired of it.”.

Elska’s mind drowns out the constant running water to focus on her beloved’s words alone. There was a time when these mannerisms would’ve diluted her with fear but as she stands before his predatory gaze and shortened fuses, she can only liquefy. His hands are so big, rough and wonderful; the sensation of his grip slowly tightening enough to ease her into submission procuring her own fluid.

Toji can tell that she’s into his frustration and with his oddly ravenous mood, decides he just might be digging it as well. She cowers before him but its in a purely erotic format, one that depicts her as this little helpless bare damsel. He groans deeply as his formidable Elska, transforms into this delicate character but resolves to not let her off so easily. Toji backs her into the wall once more but this time taunts, “Do I have your attention, doll?”, while his other hand rubs circles between her thighs.

“Y-yes!”, Elska stutters out while enjoying her captivity. The way Toji appears to her right now, its almost as if greed pools behind those fleetingly emerald looking eyes and there isn’t a single thing she’s about to do to stop it. She wraps her hands around his arm that pins her, probably seeming as if wanting to get away but on the contrary, she’s keeping his hand right where it is.

Toji crashes his lips to hers and eats her moans when he slides two fingers past her folds. He hooks them and reinforces her against the tiled wall so he can watch everything. His thumb fondles her clit with pressurized swipes, knowingly toying with her before he gives a few test runs of her punishment.

Elska was curious as to why he stopped moving within in her but couldn’t bare to ask for clarification as his dominant side flourishes. Fuck, Toji’s hot. He jerks his entire arm twice, alarming her as she was still attached to it but when he does it again, she notices a warm sensation budding within her. She hears him sigh and feels him press her harder against the wall as if her upper half was expected to remain postured and unmovable and thinks to herself, ‘There’s no way!’.

Toji licks his lips when she flashes her confused eyes up to him. “I’ve always wanted to do this to you but doll but it never seemed right before…”, Toji rubs her clit and breathes in her whimpers, “You were so timid, fragile…”. He makes sure he has a good angle within her, “But now...”.

Elska’s mind goes completely blank when Toji jerks his arm again because this time he isn’t stopping. At first all she hears are the lewd squelches echoing in their ears and they only become louder the longer he persists. ‘What is he doing???’, she tries to formulate the thought as the balls of her feet subtly scoot against the floor, ‘Is he trying to take my freaking uterus out???’. Not even her sweet Sati has been this rough when fingering her, but wait, is that what Toji is even doing?

“Shhhh doll, or do you want everyone to hear you?”, he domineeringly huffs out while smiling down on his beautifully disheveled master. He can tell she’s loving what this is doing to her but it doesn’t take long for him to cultivate that she’s never experienced this exact type of stimulation before. He catches himself thinking, ‘Gojo are you fucking serious?!’, sincerely beside himself with this realization as he witnesses his doll crumbling into a whimpering mess. Her brow is angled tensely but her parted lips sing of pleasure and a little too loudly.

Gojo strokes himself as quietly as he can, ignoring the blood he’s smearing around himself as his ears register the act being rendered. He’s losing it though and doesn’t deny this as he throbs inconceivably hard and becomes a little light-headed. ‘I still need to feed.’, but Satoru doesn’t want to crash the party yet. He’d rather be on the other side of this steamed, opaque glass administering this G-spot lashing or at least watch and let his dick weep. ‘Not yet!’, he tells himself as he takes a break from pumping to regain his strength and await for his love to blow. ‘What does she look like right now?’, he asks himself while imagining something far sloppier than what is taking place. It feels wrong that he doesn’t know for himself; he’s missed another first with his love though, much like Suguru and his admiration for sucked testicles. ‘Today is just not my day is it?’, he looks up to the ceiling, still harmonized by the sounds of her suction as Toji’s fingers assault her.

Toji tells her to look at him and she follows the direction the best she can. She tightening around him intermittently, leading him to the conclusion that his hard work will pay off. Broken phrases, parts of his name fumble out of her in between moans and he watches her eyes widen with urgency but likely negates what she was expecting him to do when he groans and says, “No, doll, you’re not going anywhere.”.

“To-...ji I have to-…”, but her voice becomes as cornered as she is when he enforces his mass on her to symbolize that it doesn’t matter what she’s feeling, she will have to endure. The hand around her throat now presses against her lower abdomen, steadying her there fiercely as Toji’s lustful eyes loom from above. Their tongues dance but she wants to flee. Elska isn’t one-hundred percent sure but this sensation spilling over doesn’t feel like a normal orgasm. She pleas with him once more, “Let m-me go, something isn’t…”, she gasps as the feeling consumes her. It’s too late.

Toji catches Elska when she falters against the wall but he doesn’t dare slow down as the English language evades her mind. “Let it go, doll…”, he coaxes her with a sweetened tone until she arches in his hold, “Mmmmm…”, Toji moans as she gushes all over them both, “Fuck...just like that…”. His lips travel her cheek and neck; sensually splitting and dragging his fingers from within her.

Gojo has to bite his lip as he ejaculates, hoping with all his remaining might that he can translate his internal screams to mere heavy breathes. His seed spills between his knuckles, shooting as far at the sink but that’t not the mess he’s concerned with. He slumps forward, dizzier than ever but listens to Elska’s uncertainty over her body’s reaction with a pervy smirk.

“Why are you hiding from me?!”, Toji cackles through his words due to having to pull her hands away from her face, “Doll.”, but she doesn’t give. He embraces her from behind and lifts her up so he can take them to the built in bench, “Don’t be like that! That’s what I wanted you to do.”.

Elska has never felt more humiliated in her life! She’s distraught after her body expelled so much fluid and is even more discomforted by the declined need to urinate. She’s never known her beloved to be so heartless but his laughter only feels like mockery at this point. She doesn’t understand why he’d want her to do that of all things, though if she’s being honest, the whole experience felt amazing while it was taking place.

Still.

What the fuck.

“Don’t be so embarrassed doll, we’re in the shower anyways.”.

Elska twists in his lap, disheartened by the pride bludgeoning her through his voice, “That was weird, my beloved...”, turning her head once she sees the happiness written across his face, “And odd. Especially for you.”.

Toji bursts out in laughter but repositions her so that she’s now straddling him, inquiring, “So are you saying you didn’t like it then? I’m full of all sorts of surprises doll, don’t you forget it.”. The scene has ended yet she continues to display with such innocence; she’s unable to camouflage the shock that trickles in place of anything of any kind of bodily fluid.

She can’t relinquish her abhorrence to the what ifs over her body nor can she let go of how utterly attractive her beloved is when he grabs her by the back of the neck to draw her near. Seconds pass before she feels his girthy tip massage her labia and this encourages her to confess, “I did like it.”.

Showers are all about getting clean but Gojo can’t help but notice they’re only getting dirty. “Sly old fox…”, Satoru grumbles as he prepares himself. When he teleports, he arrives in the corner of the shower, hoping to go undiscovered initially. His presence has been masked this entire time but he’s dealing with Toji here who can never be underestimated. Getting caught floats right out of his mind though when he watches his love slide down over Toji, the giant’s shaft slowly disappearing. “Greedy bastard.”, he whispers but is honestly all about it. She always looks so small compared to Toji, in every way possible and Satoru loses himself in memories of their first threesome.

“Ride your beloved.”, Toji sharply demands, grabbing her hips to simply feel her flesh between his fingers. He throws his head back when she heeds his call, mesmerized by her clenching but hastily finds her face again to retain everything about their current dynamic. Is it wrong for him to admit that he might like ordering her around like this? Is it weird for him to interpret her willingness as also enjoying it?

“Stop.”, Toji holds her waist down and locks their lips. He hears her asking through thought, ‘Why?’, but he leaves her without an answer until he fulfilled with their kiss. His hands roam to her rear, this influencing her to rest more into him as he informs, “I think I want you take my cock instead…”.

Gojo steps closer, now under the water while his poor love gets pummeled from below. Her feet bounce around almost as if her ankles were made of jello until her toes curl but that’s not to say it compares to the way her ass jiggles over Toji’s lap, ‘And the way his dick pulls on her…’, its almost too much for Satoru. He gets even closer, now able to feel the heat radiating from the pair and was doing a good job at keeping his hands to himself until Toji’s spread her cheeks; the view is glorious.

“Fuck...doll…”, Toji grunts and juts his hips, closing his eyes to stave off his inevitable end as this time with her has been everything he’s needed. Her cries falls off and Toji’s additionally alarmed with how hard she’s squeezing his member. He opens his eyes and growls, “GOJO WHAT THE FUCK?”.

Satoru drinks from Elska while supporting her weight, hoping that this would indicate that Toji could continue. When the stagnant air remains, he removes his fangs and while staring at Toji, asks Elska, “Love, you don’t mind if I’m here, do you?”, grinning maniacally when she whimpers what he was hoping to hear.

“You’re such a cock, you know that?”, Toji throws this insult but amid his stewing over Gojo’s inability to stay away, he pays attention to Elska and how her body reacts. He’s soon motioning his length back through her, now holding her shins as Gojo provides the necessary support from behind. With her legs sprawled open like this, Toji goes to rub her clitoris again and stares at her entrance while he completely manipulates it.

‘You taste so fucking good…’, Gojo expresses this to Elska through thought as her overwhelming arousal dominates her flavor. He sees the plant, tastes Naoya’s sweetness within her and then braces himself for pain. He’s dumbfounded and relieved when all he feels are his injuries repairing; no mind-piercing agony nor heat in his eyes. The instantaneous mitigation swells over him like a tide dragging from the shore only to be tumbled between the ocean floor and currents; he feels alive, anew.

Toji’s eyes take to the healing wounds across the visible parts of Gojo but then they follow the waterfall of blood water that rinses from Satoru, to her and then himself. The very sight provokes instincts deep within Toji that he’d rather pretend didn’t exist; such as his unnerving aniticipation to Satoru joining them. Despite himself, Toji corrupts from his usual way of thinking and moistens a finger with plans of helping her adapt to them both.

Elska’s sharp inhale opens Gojo’s eyes and he swears they’re playing tricks on him when he views Toji’s flushed expression and then the cause of his love’s change in seasoning. He can’t believe it, ‘Is Toji opening her for me?’. He smiles sincerely and is forced to chuckle when the bashful giant grunts and looks away. “It’s a shame…”, Satoru sighs regretfully while closing her punctures, “I have some unfortunate business that I have to take care of love so I can’t stay.”.

Toji lifts an eyebrow while Elska quickly gathers herself enough to ask, “What?”. They’re both too stunned. Satoru Gojo never turns down sex. Toji’s concerned but also relieved because now that the moment has left them, he’s upset with himself for volunteering Elska to begin with. ‘And I wanted the fucker to join us?!’.

“Everything is fine love, I’ll make good on my sensual threat later.”, Gojo, though uncomfortable about the idea of going home, feels a little more at ease after his little dinner with a movie. He guides her head in his direction and slides his tongue into her mouth but there’s something unusual about this particular meeting of the lips. He peeks, wanting to see if she noticed anything strange and shudders when she’s already acting on it.

Elska moves her thighs so she ride Toji and not break her connection to Satoru. Something about that kiss fired her up to no return. Her beloved’s moans and added assistance spike a rush of adrenaline that inspire to hear more. She glances down to absorb the pleasure on Toji’s face, that deep seeded lust of his, coiling her insides.

“Fuuuuck…”, Gojo whines as everything about her is pleading for his inclusion. He jerked off outside of the shower to help ensure that his visit would be a quick one but he’s never been able to turn her down before this, ‘Why did I think I was capable?’. No matter how he looks at it though, he understands that he has to leave because of all of the unknown laid out before him and truthfully, the thought of running into his father kills the libido. His eyes race to Toji who’s appearing a little less collected than before and becomes angry at the timing of this all. Gojo sighs loudly, “I would love to fuck your fucking brains out right now love.”, he slaps her ass and presses two fingers against her rear, “I’d fuck your ass so well, you’d squirt all over us both this time.”.

Elska inadvertently tightens to Gojo’s words and would be mortified by his acknowledgment of her episode prior to his arrival if Toji weren’t doing such a fan-fucking-tastic job of sloshing through her. “I want…”, she whimpers when Satoru goes deeper and listens to him playfully mock, “What was that love?”.

When Elska cries out, Gojo covers her mouth, despising that he’s snuffing out those beautiful noises she makes. Her breasts bounce against his arm to which Satoru squeezes her face as result from a rush of enjoyment. He flicks his wrist to counter Toji, whispering things like, “You’re so beautiful when you’re stuffed.” and “...taking Toji while I fondle your ass; fucking hot.”.

“Shiit.”, Toji glances up to Elska and perceives her tell-tale signs of orgasming, hoping he doesn’t flop before her climax. Listening to Gojo’s filth used to make him want to vomit but those crass words beguile him with the branches of his own sweet release. He sits upright and wraps his arms around Elska to expend them with his final, worthy thrusts. To his delight, Elska’s walls convulse around his twitching length; him smiling exhaustively as he shoots his worth into her already growing womb.

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Naoya perches from the bed to his feet, “It’s been long enough.”, his determination to continue the day without further delay carrying him to the bathroom. He swears there is the faintest trace of the scent, making him nervous, ‘God damn it I swear nobody gives a shit about today! I’ve been waiting my whole life for this.’.

Suguru studies Naoya after the Zenin’s thoughts flowed into his own head space, left with a sadness that nearly convinces him to state that he at least kind of cared. ‘It wouldn’t do any good anyways. He fucking hates me.’.

Choso reads Naoya’s body language, being sure he received Getou’s thought; Choso is ensuring that they can. He catches the moment in which the Zenin simmers down, caught off guard by the disappointment in Suguru’s voice. The being smiles to himself before walking towards the bodyguard, telling himself, ‘Today will truly be interesting.’. The warmth leaves his features as soon as he focuses on those obnoxious blonde curls.

Orao tenses up defensively, every cell in his body sent haywire from the hybrid’s unusual presence and even more versatile personality.

“I am going to heal you because you’re not to touch so much as touch Elska.”, Choso made this part abundantly clear so everyone there knew but he gets a little closer after initiating his technique. He’s brought down to a whisper, “Your brother’s purposively fallacious plans to intervene will shatter even further this evening.”, pinching a chunk of his skin through his clothes, “And you will witness the fate of those who wish to contend. It’ll be the same fate as your detestable bloodline.”.

Orao’s blood runs cold as the thought, ‘HE KNOWS WHO I AM’, attempts to circulate through. He searches the room, praying her other turned missed that.

“Try to be anything other than what you are before me right now tonight…”, Choso bears his fangs inconspicuously, “And I will personally see that you are harmed in the worst way you’ve ever known.”. He senses the malice underneath those false hazel eyes, “That actually stands for any day.”, Choso corrects himself for he’s well aware of the unadulterated chaos intended by the piece of shit, “Touch her and you will endure true agony.”. If only threats worked.

“Baby!”, Naoya grits his teeth qualmishly, turning the knob, “We have to go to my plac-…”, he stands there, speechless.

Gojo smiles mischievously, “I believe she’s all good to go now!”, moving to secure his towel better but also somehow still rubbing it in his face.

“You!”, Naoya points his finger with agitation, “I thought you fucking left!”.

Gojo chuckles nervously but slinks past the boiling Zenin to get to the dressers, elucidating in passing, “I wanted you to think I did.”.

“Gahh!!!!”, Naoya vexes before re-entering the bathroom, “Keep your dicks off my princess today!”, feeling as though there’s no way to protect her from the grips of these horny turned.

“There he goes again…”, Toji finishes drying and steps aside so Elska can leave the shower area, “His panties are extra bunched today.”.

“They are not!”, Naoya hurries towards Elska as if he’s truly offended, “You fuckers just won’t let her get ready!”. She smiles to him but he scoops her dampened body into his own and informs her, “You are mine today baby.”. She giggles into his robes as he reaches behind her to grab another towel; sending his cousin a nasty look for her having to use his wet one, “Animals...they’re animals princess.”.

“What the fuck are you looking at?”, Gojo scowls at the bodyguard who’s very presence irritates his core. The curly-headed fuck swiftly looks away but that isn’t enough. Satoru puts on shaman pants, buttons them but then adds, “I hope we didn’t make it weird out here, my love really needed to get plowed.”. He eats up the flare of jealousy vibrating through Orao’s energy but also hates that said jealousy even exists. The piece of shit has no right to want Elska.

Suguru frowns, “I was going to aide her once she thawed.”, suggesting that Satoru was being too presumptuous in the realms of deserving.

Gojo flicks some of Getou’s hair playfully but lunges forward a notch thus making the Titer step back, “Next time I’ll make sure you’re included! Don’t be mad frenemy! We make a good team too.”.

“Shut the fuck up Gojo.”, Toji stomps out of the bathroom sounding no better than before but in reality, he’s much more relaxed now. He’s not even angry with the whitened shaman, he’s just become used to having to interject or extinguish whatever fuckery the man is engaging in.

Satoru leans over to Suguru, blatantly whispering, “You may not get why this is such a big deal but our guy Toji here actually wanted me there.”. Gojo ducks when Toji’s towel goes “weeeeeee” in his direction, laughing uncontrollably when he sees Getou peeling it away from his face.

The Titer’s dark eyes squint back to him as if to ask where exactly he was aiming. Toji thinks to apologize maybe but Suguru freaks out once he feels something crawling into his hair. Toji’s heart leaps when he spots his worm but also cannot control himself from nearly crying as he goes to pick up his dried out companion. The shriek that left the typically composed and intimidating Titer would be enough to bring any man to tears. Luckily, the mood is infectious enough to have all three of them tickled.

“We’ll be leaving after you dry off baby.”, Naoya kisses Elska’s temple, brimming with pure excitement as he knows he gets to show the world his bright future, her. The rumbling sounds of laughter cause him to lift his head and joke, “Time to herd them up.”, until his ears recognize Getou’s voice.

Elska felt the change in Naoya’s energy and ponders on the cause. When she peers around him to also look into the room, she understands. Her turned were caught up in a brief moment of humor but its obvious that her prince feels alienated by the civility gifted to Suguru.

“Fucking twats.”, Naoya slams the door, once again barricading them from the rest. He chews on his lip while sifting through his conundrum of emotions regarding the Titer, both old and new. It isn’t until Elska brushes hair from his eyes that he’s aware of her speaking, “Huh?”.

“All I was saying is that I wish you two could put the past behind you…”, Elska depresses as she requests the unimaginable. Naoya’s left eye twitches but his piercing amber orbs surfeit in terms of tenderness. She’s unsure of what he’s thinking.

“Let’s not discuss this right now princess.”, Naoya doesn’t mean to be dismissive but becoming chummy with Suguru Getou is still a pretty appalling concept. When she lowers her head to show that she’ll drop it, a twinge crosses his heart as he fears of her disappointment. Naoya knows this feud cannot go on forever but he can also never forget Suguru’s violations. His troubled eyes rest on Elska, nothing else comparing to her preciousness; nothing ever has and he wishes that she could thoroughly fathom that this reason alone is why he struggles with amicability.

Elska takes his hand and rests it over her womb. Naoya’s expression immediately splits into a smile, his eyes and jaw softening. His fingertips soon trail into spirals along her skin leaving goosebumps along with feelings of security, her noticing, ‘He didn’t outright refuse the idea of getting along with Suguru like before.’. She thinks this is possibly a good sign as far as Suguru is concerned but explains, “I don’t want our child to be apart of that kind of drama my prince, I know you don’t either.”. She runs a sympathetic hand through his hair, disdained by his guilty expression, “I know it’s a lot and I certainly don’t expect it overnight…”.

Naoya receives a gentle kiss, uplifted by her gesture as it tells him she’s truly not upset but is instead, trying to level things out here. It’s true, he doesn’t want their baby to be around any bullshit domestic shit either. He refuses to place his child in the same harmful situations he was in and bets that the rest of her tortured turned would feel the same. He kisses her back, “I hear what you’re saying baby…”, inhaling the slight scent fizzling from her skin as he sighs and holds her close, “Just give me time with it, okay?.”.

“Okay.”, Elska intertwines her fingers into his, always amazed by how he handles himself in the face of hardship, “That’s more than enough for me.”. She braces herself against his arms to raise on her toes but yanks her hand away when he hisses. She quickly checks his arm and becomes horrified with his having been injured, “What happened?! Why didn’t you say anything to me?!”, swiping hair away from her neck to grant him access.

The tint of his eyes brighten her skin in red but he quells his eagerness and scoffs, “Well I told Toji and he left me out there like my trauma was non-emergent!”.

“I can’t believe my beloved did that…”, Elska trails off until she recalls how wound-up Toji was. Her eyebrows jump when she’s then thrown into the memory of the aggressively delicious technique and how it made her feel. She willfully opts to not spend any time on the result however. Shaking it away from her brain, she refocuses on her prince, guiding him to her neck, “Feed now my prince, then we’ll leave…”, gasping to his instantly gratifying fangs.

Choso stands outside the bathroom door and giggles on while he studies Toji playing with the worm. To see such a frightening turned tickle the small creature and then toss it up into the air, it’s as bizarre as it is adorable. When his view scans to Gojo who is progressively spiraling into dejection, Choso decides to finally disclose something that he knows will help.

Gojo’s eyes water, his breath shifty once he registers what Choso said. He lifts his head and replays the kind words he just received, mauling over them like he can’t believe it. ‘What a feeling…’, Satoru internalizes with genuinely vulnerable expression, ‘It’s so warm yet I feel like could actually cry…’.

Choso smiles sincerely as he listens to Gojo loop his sentence, knowing that the strongest will soon be complete. “You will not face this alone Satoru. I will not have you left to your family’s despair, I will go to make sure there isn’t any foul play.”.

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omoghouls · 3 months

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Snusbjwj the students wanted me to join in on the teacher's musical chair game during an assembly 😭💖 Fills me with so much happiness that the kids like me there

Tho the 8th graders I was supplying for where /awful/ so, hopefully the note I had to write to their teacher doesn't damper how they feel about me xD

#bunny rambles #x #remind me to not fully teach as a middle school teacher once i get my degree lmao

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thefirstknife · 2 years

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Hi! Your (excellent!) lore posts are giving me many thoughts, so I wanted to throw some three cents back in: what are the odds Osiris and Nezarec are connected? I had this admittedly-wild idea once that Osiris is Risen Nezarec (though our growing body parts collection has put a damper on that theory). I still think there is a link - after all, we're building up both to Osiris waking up and to something Nezarec, and Osiris has always had these abilities no other Guardian has shown.

Briefly considered it as well. Unfortunately, there's no way to tell right now. Unless we get some really explicit information about it, we won't be able to know. So the odds are fairly low.

The only really interesting parallel is the pieces of body parts and assembling them together (Nezarec) vs the myth of Osiris. It's almost too much on the nose, to the point that it may have something to do with Osiris waking up. Too much speculation surrounding it however so there's nothing we can confirm about it yet.

#destiny 2 #nezarec #osiris #ask

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Hearth for Canute and Emma, if you’re up to it!

Thank you for the prompt, friend! And look! I did a modern au for this one. But we still have Canute warming his hands by the fire ;) I hope you enjoy!

A Christmas Fire

With only one week till Christmas, Emma was determined to decorate the house for her boys.

Since her husband’s passing, life had been hectic. Years past, Emma always tried to make a big deal of Christmas for Edward and Alfred. Becoming a single mother had put a damper on her usual plans. Not that much had changed from when she was married, even when her husband was alive, they seemed to argue more than anything. Her time had already been consumed by her boys for many years. Yet, she still had to stand on her own in a new way with her husband gone, which explained why she was last-minute putting up Christmas decorations.

Richard, her brother, and his wife had shown up that morning to take the boys for some “holiday cheer” they called it. Emma did not know exactly what they were doing, but she had a good idea it included hot chocolate, a light show, and a trip to see Santa at the mall. It did not matter, what did matter was she now had all day to decorate the house and surprise her sons when they returned.

First, she needed to get all the boxes full of Christmas décor down from the attic. One box at a time she slowly filled their living room with Christmas. Only taking breaks to drink her coffee, Emma soon had the house stacked with every Christmas décor item she would need. Each box labeled to their specific location in the house, she first began with the tree.

Of course, no day decorating for the holiday season was complete without classic Christmas music. Prepping her turntable, she pulled out a vinyl of Nat King Cole “The Christmas Song” and let it play.

With the house to herself, coffee, and music, Emma was ready to relax and enjoy the day. She let herself get giddy while assembling the Christmas tree. Snow fell gently outside the window as she arranged the tree in front of it. Once she had the lights lite, tinsel of green and red was wrapped around the large tree. She would wait to decorate the tree with ornaments, knowing Edward and Alfred would want to help.

Emma descended from the step-ladder she stood on to reach the top of the tree, then realized she had not lite a fire.

In the center of their living room sat a large hearth with plenty of room for stockings, garland, and all other decorations. She loved to have a fire lite while making the mantel festive.

The hearth now crackling with the warmth of a fire, she grabbed the boxes with all the décor she would need. With care she hung each of their stockings, hesitant with what to do when it came to her late husband’s stocking. The memory and pain, not only of his death, but of the mess their relationship had become, left her grieving for things she never thought she wanted. Her heart ached at the thought of the Christmases her sons heard them arguing instead of being a happy family.

Determined to change things this year, she moved on with her plans to surprise her sons. She hung her late husband’s stocking so the boys still had a way to remember their father. Emma wanted this Christmas to be so much better for everyone, including herself. Grieving had taken so much joy from them this year.

The mantel glittered with garland, lights, nutcrackers, and candles. Each stocking hung cozy in front of the fire. Emma had made good progress, and she was so happy with all she had accomplished before lunch time.

With that thought, her stomach rumbled to remind her it was lunch, and she had not eaten.

While she ate, she brought the boxes of her Christmas dishes to be unpacked and placed in her cabinets. In the kitchen, she placed her bright red tablecloth on the table, and a large candelabra in the center.

The afternoon still ahead of her, Emma now was left with the outside decorations. Hanging the wreaths would be easy, but she had never put up the lights around the house herself. Usually, her and her husband would both help each other, after days of coxing on Emma’s part, and have the lights hung in no time. Yet, this year it was only her. She could wait for her brother to return; he would most definitely help. She was determined, however, to have the house in tip-top shape by the time they returned.

Putting her puffy jacket on, snow boots, and gloves, she made her way to the garage.

Getting the wreaths out and hung would take some time, as their large house had many windows. But Emma had done this many times and felt secure enough on the ladder to reach the intended windows.

One by one she went around the house and hung the wreaths, stopping only to fluff them to perfection. Red bows decorated the bottoms, standing out against the white backdrop of their home.

Seeing the afternoon was soon coming to a close, she knew she had to get the lights up.

Each car that drove by and waved hello had Emma silently praying no one would witness her demise if her attempt to light the house went badly.

The ladder she had to use for the lights was much bigger than the one to hang the wreaths. She had to be able to reach the top of the shingles to secure the hooks for the lights. She knew she should have someone spot her from below and hold the ladder as she ascended, but there was nothing else to be done, she would have to make due.

Taking the small box of hooks with her, she slowly ascended the ladder. Once she had the desired hook in place, she would have to descend and move the ladder to the next location. After the entire front of the house had hooks for the lights, Emma was silently pleased it was going better than she thought.

Now came the even harder task—she had to string the lights. She took a coil of lights and once again made her way back up the ladder. Securing the strand in place, she still had the other portion to string up. Lights in hand, she made her way back down the ladder.

One down, many more to go.

Moving the ladder again, she began the process over. Emma was getting weary with having to move and place everything herself, along with the caked snow on her boots, her trips on the ladder became more taxing.

Toward the end of the strand, with only a little more to go, she felt her foot slip as she climbed down the ladder. Not able to get purchase with her slick boots, she fell backwards. Just as she fell, she felt strong, firm hands grab her waist, and she fell into a body instead of the cold snow.

Laying there for only a second to gain her breath, she jolted up to see who she had fallen on.

“Oh my god!”

She instantly began searching the man who had undoubtedly cushioned her fall for injury. She felt his wide, thick chest, hoping there was no cracked ribs. It was then she realized she was openly groping a man, then she stopped, her eyes flicking to his—piercing blue eyes met hers, framed in a stern face with a dark beard.

“I am so sorry. Are you alright?”

He stared for a moment, as if he was dazed. Panic seized her as she thought instantly of his head and that he may have a concussion.

“Oh god! I am calling an ambulance”

She started to make for the house, but his hand jolted out to grab her arm.

“No, I’m fine. Just give me a moment.”, he grunted.

She stopped hesitantly, not fully believing if he was ok. As he sat up, she found her eyes once again roaming over him for injury. It was then she noticed his dark hair, shaved at the sides, and the short trim at the top slicked back. And was that tattoos on his hands? She had never really interacted with a man like him. All the men she knew, including her husband and brother, had been very sleek, professional, with business suits and Ralph Lauren attire. This man who had tried to prevent her fall was entirely different.

Fully sat up, he ran his hand over his head as if clearing it. Emma was still worried he had a concussion, but instead of asking about him again, she stopped as his eyes instantly went to her with worry.

“Are you hurt? That was quite the distance to fall.”

With the snow on her jeans now melted and seeping into her skin, she shivered. His eyes did not miss a thing, he was instantly standing, and came toward her. “What where you doing up there by yourself?”

Stunned for a moment, she stammered. “I…I was trying to get my home ready for my children. Are you sure you don’t need to go to the emergency room? I mean…I literally fell on top of you.”

Something twinkled in his eyes that she could not make out, but he answered, “I promise, I am fine. I’ve had worse.”

Scanning the neighborhood for anyone out and about, every house was quiet, no one even out walking.

“Where did you come from?”

He let out a deep breathe, the air turning to smoke in the cold, winter day. “I just moved here from out of town not long ago. I was walking my trash to the dump when I noticed you hanging the decorations. On my way back was when I noticed you almost fall.”

Almost was an understatement, if not for him, she could have most definitely injured herself.

“I…Thank you. You definitely saved my evening from being ruined with my children. It would not have not been the happy time I planned if I was injured.”

He gave a bashful smile, and Emma was smiling just at the thought this giant man was the least bit shy with her. “I’m Canute, by the way.”

“Emma.”

“Well, Emma, it seems you have done a hell of a job at it, even by yourself. I could not have done better without help.”

She only gave him a nod of thanks, it was then she noticed the sun starting to slowly set, she needed to finish before her family came back home.

Noticing the change in her face, Canute offered, “Do you need some help? I could take to the ladder this time and you hand me the strands of lights.”

She knew it would take her much longer to finish the lights around the house, so she agreed. Canute gladly climbed the ladder so she could stay safely on the ground.

Soon they both were laughing as they worked together to put the lights up. Emma marveled at how easy conversation with him was, and was pleased to find he had two boys of his own, currently with their mother until next week. It was nice to talk with someone who understood being a parent by themselves. She figured that being a divorced parent came with its own hardships.

When the lights were finally all assembled, there was nothing else left to do but light it up. They found the extension cords to connect all the outlets, and Emma sighed with happiness when the house sparkled.

Her boys would be so happy when they pulled up and saw their home lite for Christmas.

Noticing how late it had gotten, Emma needed to get inside.

“Would you like to come in?”, she asked Canute.

“Oh no, I won’t take up more of your time. I know you want to see your boys.”

She was so taken back by his insinuating he took up her time. Plus, her sons would not be home for a little while.

“You take up my time? I am the one who fell on top of you, and you so kindly turned around and offered to help me. Please, at least let me make you a hot drink or something.”

“Alright, if you insist.”

Making her way to the house, Canute slowly followed behind her.

They both shivered as they entered her home, the fire in the hearth still warm. Emma went to stoke the flames and get it blazing again. Taking off her jacket, she motioned to the coat rack.

“Please make yourself at home, I am going to go change.”

Canute’s only response was a nod as she made her way to her room.

Her jeans were soaked through from falling in the snow. Changing instead into black leggings and a soft off-white sweater, she added soft socks and instantly felt warmer.

Back in the living room, Canute stood in front of the hearth, his hands seeking the warmth of the fire.

“What can I get you to drink”, she asked him.

“Coffee would be nice, if you have any. Black.”

She was instantly in the kitchen getting the coffee pot ready.

With two steaming cups of coffee in hand, she returned to the living room, passing him the black coffee.

“Can I get you anything else?”

“This is perfect. Thank you.”

Snow started falling outside again, illuminated by the sparkling lights. It was nearly dark, and she was so thrilled she had gotten everything accomplished that she wanted to.

“I honestly cannot thank you enough for your help.”

Canute smiled. “Think nothing of it. You were practically done anyways.”

Both of them casually sipping their coffee, Emma asked. “So why did you move to our little-neck-of-the -woods?”

“A Fire Station Chief position opened up downtown. After years of working the long hours on the fire squad, I figured it was time for a change.”

Emma smiled to herself, he definitely was a man use to climbing ladders and saving people.

“What I would like to know is what kind of husband leaves his wife to climb the ladder by herself to hang lights?”

She was hesitant to answer and curious at the same time—he did not ask out of thinking her incapable, he asked out of clear annoyance she was alone to do it.

“My husband passed away. I just wanted to surprise my sons when they came back.”

As Canute went to take another sip, she noticed his eyes had an understanding glint to them, as if he understood. As a single father himself, she could see the solidarity he shared with her statement. A warm feeling came over her that she was not entirely sure had to do with the crackling fire she stood in front of.

“Well”, he said as his handed her his empty mug, “I should be getting back”

Following him to the door, Emma leaned on the doorframe as he grabbed his coat and made his way back out into the still falling snow. He turned once he made it to the side walk.

“If you ever need help in the future, I am more than happy to be of assistance. Number 17 is my place.”

Emma couldn’t wipe the constant grin form her face, still giddy at the Christmas lights that now shone on the white snow, and the man who had helped her make it possible for her children.

“I will.”

As she watched Canute make his way up the drive and onto the walk back to his house, her brothers van pulled up. Soon two little boys came dashing out, wonder and awe on their faces as they saw the outside of the house.

If the massive hug her boys gave her were any indicator, she was certain she had done the right thing.

Richard was naturally curious as to how she managed the lights, but she would not worry them with her fall, she only told them she had help.

All she wanted was to enjoy this winter night with her sons, decorate the tree with them, and create memories they would remember forever. And maybe let her thoughts drift to the feel of Canute’s hands on her sides, and the way her body had warmed at his gaze.

#canute x emma #emma of normandy #king canute #vikings:valhalla #vikings fanfic

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