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hey fellas, my name is an (27, she/her) 🐻
after being a longtime lurker on tumblr, i finally made a simblr! i started with the sims 2, but i got into the sims 4 when they released the snowy escape expansion pack! this blog will mainly be about the sims, however i also love cozy games like animal crossing, harvest moon, and stardew valley too
i'm always inspired by the simspo in this community! currently i'm using the ratsave 1.2 by @ratboysims and i'm having so much fun with it
soon, you guys will see my sims, lookbooks, stories, and gameplay screenshots - BTW i love to see all types of aesthetics on here + diverse sims!
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Soul Breaker
Dewdrop/Sodo x Transmasc!Reader
Months after your first encounter with Dewdrop's demonic form, you convinced your lover to let a second hunt begin. But, in the shadow of night, who is truly hunting whom?
Masterlist ⛧ Realm of Souls Masterlist
Commissioned by @dantesunbreaker
Words: 6.6k
Reading Time: 27 min.
Warnings: biting, bondage, degradation, dubcon, fingering, forced bondage, frottage, graphic descriptions of blood, graphic descriptions of injury, hand job, knotting, masturbation, marking, moderate violence, monster fucking, mutual masturbation, no aftercare, pain kink, PIV sex, power play, spit as lube, tsundere!Dew (kinda), unprotected sex (keep it cool, use a tool, you horny fuckers), vaginal sex
Taglist: @dantesunbreaker @da-rulah @teenage-birt-dag @akayuki56
🔞 MDNI 🔞
As this is dark fiction, I'm choosing to rate it 21+. Please respect my rating. Thank you.
You could still feel the adrenaline coursing through your veins from that night all those weeks ago - the way Dew instilled a fear in you that you’d never felt before, and how you were dying to feel it again. Your love life with Dew was never dull, even when he was in his human form, but there was something about the way he commanded your body, the control he had and the way he felt when he used your body for his own pleasure in his demonic form. Dew had fucked you since then, of course, the two of you could never leave it that long. But, and it pained you to admit it, it just wasn’t the same.
Human Dew was, for lack of a better term, an angel. He was the sweetest person in the Ministry - so kind and so thoughtful, and a stereotypical gentleman. He never overstepped any boundaries, never made you feel unsafe or unloved, and always put your pleasure first. But you’d seen the monster, the demon that had become unleashed and untamed in the light of the moon, who had pinned you down and made you take everything he wanted to give you. You couldn’t stop thinking about it, your hand moving down to play with yourself each and every time your mind decided to take you back to that night, when you were stuffed so full of demon dick and crying out for a mercy that never came. You couldn’t help yourself, needing to work yourself to completion at the thought of it happening again.
But nothing in the Ministry was stronger than Dew’s resolve. The man was more stubborn than a mule, and once he’d set his mind to something, that was it. There was almost no changing that. You’d tried to have these conversations with him, but they always ended the same way.
“I want to keep you safe, ___.” He told you, pleading with you to let this go. “Look at what happened last time.” He was making himself a coffee during this conversation, frustratedly slamming utensils down every time you refused to listen to him.
“Nothing happened last time.” You protested.
“You were scared!”
“That was half the fun!”
“You got caught.”
“Because I went to that cabin. If I’d have stayed in the Ministry, I probably would have gotten away from you.”
“I could have hurt you.”
“Yes, but you didn’t.”
“I… could have done worse.” His voice was quiet that time, eyes averting yours because he couldn’t bring himself to look at you, and expose his true feelings.
You put your hand on his, gently comforting him. You rested your back against your kitchen counter, accidentally half-pinning yourself between it and him. “But you didn’t. Believe me, there was nothing you could have possibly done that I wouldn’t have enjoyed.”
He finally looked at you. “You really enjoyed it that much?”
“Yes! It was different from what you usually do… more ferocious. Normally, you’re so kind and restrained. Still the best I’ve ever had, amazing and wonderful. But that night? You were so rough with me…” Your voice dropped lower as you recounted everything you felt and loved about that night. “You were feral for me, like you’d kill anyone who stopped you from getting to me, like you’d die if you didn’t fuck me. Being desired like that… it-”
Dew could hear the labour in your breath, how just remembering that night was turning you on again. He could practically smell your slick dripping from your slit, and he’d be lying if he said he couldn’t feel his resolve crushing. “Felt good?” He asked, eyes widened and pupils blown.
You lifted your monastic habit and guided his hand to your sex, letting him feel your wetness for himself. “It felt incredible.”
“Fuck.”
The truth was, Dew could remember everything. too. It was like being drunk on a night out and waking up the next morning. He wasn’t entirely in control, but he remembered everything. How your hole welcomed him easily, how your body gave no resistance when he finally took you on the floor of that cabin, fucking the most delicious noises out of you with each pounding you took. How his cock had fucked you so dumb, you could barely comprehend anything besides the way he plunged into you over and over again, and how incredible his ridges felt dragging against your insides. He remembered how your walls fluttered around his length with each filthy word that tumbled from his mouth. And he was getting harder and harder the more he remembered, and the wetter he felt you become.
His skin heated up when he heard a small whimper coming from your mouth, realising that his finger had begun rubbing over your sweet spot, drawing wanton breaths from your lungs. He was fully erect now, his Ghoul uniform tenting significantly at the pressure that was being put on it.
“Y-you want it again, huh?” Dew asked breathlessly, his fingers working you faster.
“Mhm. Want you t-to fuck me dumb again, use my - fuck - use my body to get yourself off.”
Dew captured you in a rough kiss, his tongue immediately sliding down your throat in pure desperation, his composure almost completely lost to the fantasy. You fiddled with his pants, freeing him completely. You spit onto your hand and rubbed it over his shaft before stroking him languidly, concentrating your hand on the head. He purred at the feeling, allowing his hips to buck into your fingers. But eventually, it became too much for him.
He pushed both of your hands out the way and lined himself up with your centre, rubbing against your folds. With each grind against your nerves, your mouth opened wider, head tipping back in pleasure and allowing Dew enough space to bury his head in the crook of your neck. His own moans were muffled by your flesh, more so once his tongue came out and laved at your skin, his moustache tickling you with each graze. Your hands moved to his back, pulling him closer and closer against your body, feeling your wetness slide all over him and only heightening the sensation.
“I t-touch my… self to the thought of it all the ti-ime.” You confessed, one hand tangling in his long hair. His rocking hips became more frantic as he heard your words, your own whimpers reaching directly into his ears and making him lose his mind. He pictured it, you in the shower going at yourself, thinking about his demonic cock railing you from behind.
You felt his teeth graze your skin, and begin to nibble at the flesh, your hole clenching around nothing so needily, you wanted to scream.
“Let me f-feel you again like that, Dew. Please.”
“Y-you wanna feel my fucking demon cock pound you into the floor again, hm? You’re th-that fucking desperate for it, you’re gonna beg… beg me?”
“W-wanna feel you again so fucking b-bad!”
His hips sputtered when he came, his seed spilling all over the bottom of your ass cheeks, folds and thighs. His teeth sunk into you, not hard enough to draw blood, but hard enough to leave a mark there for at least a few days. He cried out, his sounds quietened by your neck but still loud enough to travel straight down to your core. You came shortly after, the erratic thrusts providing you with just enough extra stimulation to tip you over the edge, your fingernails digging into Dew’s uniform and clutching on tightly as you came undone around him.
“Fucking hell.” He muttered, kissing your red flesh and taking a step back.
You looked at him hopefully, wide eyed and wishing he’d give you the answer you wanted to hear.
“___.” He grumbled. “I love you, and that’s why I don’t think I can put you through that again.”
“Dew, you just came to the thought of it. You know it’s-”
“I know!” He sighed. “I know. Just… let me think on it, okay?”
“Of course. Take all the time you need.”
Although, you wished you never said that. By the time the next shift happened, Dew, as usual, stayed behind in the music room while the rest of the Ghouls changed and frolicked about in the forest. There were a further two changes before you’d grown tired of waiting.
Dew had been more forthcoming about talking his shift through, however, more often than not reminiscing on the last shift and detailing exactly how good you looked bouncing off his monster cock. You both fucked each other regularly to that memory, talking about it during sex and riling each other up. At one point, Dew even had you beg for his demonic form while you were riding him, feeling disappointed at the difference in girth between his human form and demonic form, remembering just how. Fucking. Good it felt. He was becoming more and more receptive to it, but every time you asked, he would just tell you he needed more time.
The Ghoulettes were the first to pick up on your frustration, and were the first to confront you about it. Cumulus, Cirrus and Aurora sitting you down in the cafeteria one break time and handing you a drink, practically pulling the information out of you. Although, to be fair to them, it wasn’t hard for you to share it. They listened carefully to every word, nodding and dropping the odd noise of understanding to show you that they were truly listening.
You sighed once you’d completed your tale of woe, and took a sip of your drink. “And now we’re here.” You concluded.
“I mean, it’s understandable why he doesn’t want to do it.” Cirrus began. “You’re human, you can’t fight him off if things go wrong. I’m not even sure if we could.”
The Ghoulettes laughed at this, but they were right. Dew had spent centuries down in Hell, long before everyone else had even been thought of. Whenever any of the Ghouls used to rough and tumble with him, he’d beat them with ease - one arm tied behind his back kind of ease. It came as no surprise to Cirrus at least, when Dew stopped shifting into his demonic form. She may have been on his side for that, but she could at least agree with Aurora when she said that Dew was leading you on a bit.
“Do you think he’ll come round to the idea eventually?” You asked, feeling despair grapple at your bones.
“I wouldn’t like to say, kiddo.” Cumulus responded. “But, if he’s playing around with you like this, then I wouldn’t be surprised if he did come around sooner rather than later.”
“You’re just really going to have to convince him.” Aurora chimed in, before taking a sip of her own drink.
You sighed again. “And how could I convince an ancient demon to change his mind and fuck me within an inch of my life?”
The people around you stopped what they were doing and stared at you, a mixture of amusement and confusion etched on their faces. You smiled at them in response, but honestly, you were too frustrated with your demonic lover to care if anyone heard, or was offended by what you had to say.
Cirrus shook her head and rolled her eyes, especially when Aurora lost her mind with the hilarity of the situation. “Look,” she began, making an effort to quieten her voice and stop other people from overhearing her. “The way I see it, you have two choices: you either let him have his way and not go forward with the whole scenario again. Or you find a way to prove to him that you can take it and defend yourself against any attacks he may throw your way.”
“But how?” You asked, now becoming frustrated with your friends.
Cumulus raised her eyebrows. When she spoke, she did so slowly and carefully. “Well, now that we’re not on tour, some of us have some free time. What about we help build your strength up a little? Get you primed and ready to take that dick.”
Cirrus sighed, “We’re not getting one of the Ghouls to fuck him. Dew would have our heads.”
“No, no! Just ‘wrestling’ as the humans like to call it. Training. We throw ourselves at him, starting from worst to best, and then that way he’ll have a fighting chance against Dew if and when Dew finally comes around.”
Aurora nodded. “I like this plan.”
“This is a great plan.” You agreed.
“Yeah, until he gets hurt and Dew comes for our throats. I don’t know about you, but I certainly don’t have a death wish.” Cirrus commented.
You thought for a moment. “Dew doesn’t have to know.”
“___, you’re going to go back to him with bruises all over your body and he’s going to get really suspicious. Imagine what that’s going to look like if you don’t tell him - or even worse, you stop sleeping with him.”
“He respects my boundaries - if I tell him I don’t want to sleep with him then he’ll let me be.”
Cumulus clapped her hands together. “That’s settled then! Your first day will be with Aurora tomorrow!”
“Hey!” Aurora exclaimed. “Why me?”
“You’re the worst fighter, dummy.”
Cirrus nodded. “She has a point.”
Aurora hissed, bearing her fangs at her friends. “Fine.” She humphed. “I’ll see you tomorrow in the gym, pipsqueak!” She said to you, her voice petulant and childish, but bearing no ill-will. “Get ready for me to kick your human ass!”
“Bring it on, psycho.” You challenged, laughing at her when she threw a middle finger at you.
Training with the Ghouls went about exactly well as you thought it would to begin with. You were like a fish out of water, fucking up at every turn and ending up on your ass more times than you could count. It took you a while to get used to the ebb and flow of how each of them fought - each one going for a completely different style and throwing you off centre the moment you changed Ghoul, but eventually you got the hang of it. And while you didn’t win many of the fights, you were still learning and would one day be able to apply all of this to whenever Dew got sick and tired of you pestering him. But you were still by no means ready to face him yet.
You couldn’t say exactly how long it took you to get the hang of life with the Ghouls, learning everything you could from them in order to keep yourself as safe as possible the next time Dew hunted you for gratification. But it wasn’t just fighting techniques that they put in your arsenal. It was knowledge, valuable demon-hunting information that would come in handy and subdue Dew - not hurt him… much. But, as Cumulus said, after the length of time he led you on for, he deserved at least a little pain. And the pervert would probably appreciate it, too. Silver was the main vantage point for you. In demonic form, anything silver would sting the Ghoul like an electric shock would sting a human. Enough to stun him yet not powerful enough to do any permanent damage.
Your plan was simple: lure him back out to the cabin, tie him to a chair and wait until sunrise. This time, you’d win. You were sure of it.
You caught Dew just after practice one day while he was making his way to the cafeteria for some much needed nourishment. He was so pleased to see you, welcoming you into a warm embrace and kissing the top of your head. “Hello, my love.” He said, his voice chipper and comforting. “What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be at work?”
“No, I have about thirty minutes to kill so I thought I’d come and surprise you.” You announced through a beaming smile of your own, except yours was hiding something slightly more sinister than it should be.
Dew, however, wasn’t dumb. He knew something had to be up with you because you rarely, if ever, did this. “What do you want?”
You feigned offense. “Can a man not visit his boyfriend without a little suspicion? Honestly…” Dew remained silent but continued to stare at you. You sighed. “I was hoping you thought on the whole ‘demon shifting’ thing. It’s been so long now - I just want a definitive yes or no at this point.”
“___.” Dew groaned, his annoyance present with the tone he used. “I asked for time.”
“Dew, you’ve had time. Two shifts to be exact. It’s not fair for you to leave me hanging on like this. Just one more chance is all I ask for. It’s going to be fine, I promise you.”
“You can’t promise that - you don’t know.”
“I do know. I know that even last time, while you were in demon form, I wasn’t physically injured in any capacity, not even by you. If I fail this time, then I promise to never ask again. You won’t hear a peep out of me about it. But we both really enjoyed that night, and I want us to enjoy it again. Please?”
Dew hesitated, lost in his own head about his answer. You could see that he wanted to say yes - you knew he wanted to. All those late night fucks based solely around those few hours proved that he did. But he was still scared, still very unsure of himself when it came to his shifting and your safety. You could see the cogs in his head turning, figuring out any kind of contingencies that would help him not hurt you. But eventually, he groaned, “Fine.” Clearly apprehensive about giving his consent but did so anyway. “But, you have to promise me that you’ll call for backup this time if you need it. I want your phone on you at all times. I’ll ask them to come running when you call, okay?”
“Yes!” You celebrated. “I promise!” You leaned forward and gave him a kiss, “Thank you!”
A week later, after everything had been sorted out, the hunt was on.
You were given a minute head start just the same as last time, and so, you decided to waste none of it. This time, you were actively trying to lure him back to the cabin given that now you had items there to help you win, which now you had to. The stakes weren’t the same now - now they were much, much higher. This time, yes, it was done for some lewd reasons, but Dew’s mental health was also on the line - as was his relationship with his shifted self. Tonight had to go your way - or who knew what could happen.
This time, you remembered about his heightened sense of smell. You remembered that he could track you no matter what you did or how well you hid from him, because your clothes were exactly the same. So, hiding wasn’t much of an option - running and leaving your scent on random walls and doors was, while actively trying to avoid touching anything that could give you away completely.
You’d already made your way down to the kitchens by the time Dew had the faintest idea where you’d be. You’d kept the kitchen’s door unlocked before this all began so you could have an easy and fast escape, so you’d quickly but quietly crept downstairs and snuck into the room. Just as empty as you thought it would be. With confident steps, you wandered over to the door and pressed down on the handle.
Locked.
Your stomach dropped. It wasn’t supposed to be locked. You specifically remember running in after the last member of staff and unlocking the door again. So how could this be possible? You turned to where the key would usually sit and found it missing. In a panic, you began to search through the drawer of keys and frantically (and noisily) began your search. Your heart raced with each key that you pushed to the side, fingers wrapping around the cold metal of the handle and trying other keys in the lock that looked vaguely similar. But to no avail. The kitchen door key was missing - and you were the last one to touch it. Never mind surviving tonight, you wouldn’t survive tomorrow if Sister Imperator found out about this.
“Looking for this?”
Sharp chills ran down your spine at the sound of Dew’s voice, deep and hoarse from all the gowling he’d been doing back upstairs in his frustration over losing you. You turned quickly to find him standing there, a smug grin on his dark face exposing his white fangs to you. In his right hand, he held the key you were searching for, jingling as he shook it to emphasise his point. “I have to hand it to you,” he said tauntingly, teasingly, “You seem to be a lot more organised than last time. Trying your best, but it just isn’t good enough, is it, little one?”
“Go to Hell.” You hissed, pressing yourself into the corner of the counter and the door as Dew began taking small steps towards you.
“Been there, done that. Got the burns to prove it. Maybe I can take you there tonight, hm?”
He was incredibly close to you now, the door key only within a lose grasp. You looked at it once, then trained your eyes on his face, trying to make your plan not seem obvious. If you were fast enough, you could snatch it out of his hand, stun him, and be out of the kitchen door before he was able to recover.
“Maybe,” he continued, “I can burn you with Hellfire, too. Play a little game while you’re singing so beautifully for me.”
You stole a glance at the opposite door where Dew and yourself entered the room. Then you stole another.
Dew chuckled, a deep, guttural sound that reverberated in your ears and made your heart beat faster in fear. “I wouldn’t even think about it, my love. Do you really think you can reach that door with me boxing you in?”
“I don’t need that door.”
Before Dew had the chance to ask what you meant, you grabbed the key from his hands and, with all the strength you had in you, pushed him back a few feet, knocking him into the island counter and hitting his side. That would bruise in the morning. Because you were trying so hard to be faster, you were fumbling with the lock which wasted so much of that precious time you were hoping to save. But, eventually, you managed to unlock the door and throw it open so you could launch yourself out of it. You felt Dew’s hand on your arm, stopping you from leaving and tripping you up in your struggle to get away from him, making you land on the soft and freshly fallen snow. He was able to clamber on top of you, pinning you into the ground again, a sadistic smile on his lips.
“Gonna fuck all that fight out of you, you little shit!” He exclaimed as he started pressing all his weight onto your body.
You kept fighting him, your brain momentarily forgetting everything you’d learned with the other Ghouls, but once you recalled what you needed, you bucked your hips up, pushing him upwards over your body, wrapped your arms around his middle and flipped him off you, using that moment of brief bewilderment to make your escape. This time, you were successful.
“You cunt!” You heard him shout as you made your way through the snow-covered grounds and into the forest, determination and adrenaline coursing through your veins. “I’m gonna fucking get you. You better hope I never catch your sorry ass!”
It wasn’t long until you heard his footsteps crunching in the snow behind you, catching up to you just as quickly as he did the first night. But he only gained a great deal of distance when the cabin was in reach. With Dew almost immediately behind you, you threw the cabin door wide open, but never had the chance to close it again. Dew’s hand came in between the door and the frame, pushing it open further and sending you back into the centre of the room.
“Bringing us here again, hm? I’m not entirely convinced you’re as smart as you make out to be. Trapping yourself here with me a second time. You didn’t forget what I did to you, did you? How I took your body exactly how I wanted it.”
“Please don’t hurt me.” You pleaded with him, backing yourself up to the middle of the room and luring him further inside. You slowly made your way towards the chair that you’d already set up, trying not to make your plan too obvious. If Dew had figured you out, he didn’t say anything.
“Hurt you?” He laughed. “Oh my sweet, naive little boy. I’m not gonna hurt you - but I will make you scream.”
As he moved closer to you, he backed you up to the chair and grabbed hold of your wrist. “I’ll claim my prize now.” He told you, sitting onto the chair and pulling you onto his lap. It wasn’t particularly comfortable, given your monastic habit was still in the way, but he’d unknowingly pout himself right where you wanted him anyway, so you didn’t make any fuss at all. Letting him think that he’d won was perfect. He didn’t suspect a thing.
As quickly as your body could muster, you reached blow the chair and pulled out the chunky, silver chain that you’d stowed underneath it, realizing that the window of opportunity was closing more rapidly than you’d initially anticipated. The one hand of his that had been wrapped around your wrist was the first to be bound in the chain. He tried to buck you off him at the pain and escape imminent confinement, but you’d been much faster than him, and as pushing all of your weight onto his body, making it almost impossible for him to actually escape. Then, you wrapped the chain around the back bars of the chair a few times before turning your attention to his other hand.
Tying the second hand was a lot trickier than the first, because this time he’d regained a little more of his strength and was fighting back against you. He clawed at your skin, trying to get you to back off him and give him the chance to escape, but despite it all, somehow, you managed to get his second hand tied and secured behind the chair, like a prisoner detained by the mafia. He was secured, and the silver ensured he’d not be able to escape you.
You got off him and stood back, surveying your work and making sure everything was tight enough to keep him restrained, but lose enough that he wouldn’t be in constant pain, before heading to the cabin door, closing it, and locking it. Victory had sunk in, and your confidence had skyrocketed. “Maybe you should think twice about following people into cabins so far away from any help.” You taunted. The look on his face was incredible - he was livid.
“Let me go right now, or I swear to the Dark Lord himself I’ll personally rearrange your insides.” The hissed through gritted teeth.
The shift in power dynamics was enough to make your body come alive with excitement, the tension coiling in your stomach and sending blood rushing to your core. In that moment, looking at him helpless, angry, and a little afraid - you understood it. You saw why his demonic form liked tormenting you during these games. The power was going straight to your head and fuelling your desire to have your way with him, tied to that chair, helpless and practically begging for your touch.
You smiled, “I think I’ll claim my prize now.” You echoed his words from before, watching as his eyes widened when he realized your intentions.
He had never been in that position before: he’d never had to sit or lie there and take it. Usually he was the one dishing it out and it made him feel powerful, it made him feel Satan’s affections were justified because his strength was valuable. But now, he was tied with a silver chain to a chair, watching a mortal remove his habit and reveal his naked body, a naked body Dew loved to ravish, but usually as the party in charge. Despite all of this, he couldn’t help his cock growing at the sight of you climbing back onto his lap, your bare sex rubbing over his clothed length, getting him harder and more prepared for you by the second - and the prospect of you using him this time, of course. He closed his eyes and bit back his moan as you rutted against his centre, trying not to let it show just how good you were starting to make him feel - but it was obvious by the way he went completely silent, purposefully biting his lip just to make his point.
“Poor thing,” you teased, your tone taking on a condescending tone, “can’t do anything about it, can you? Have to sit there and take the humiliation of being bested and fucked by a human.” You chuckled and leaned forward, taking his ear between your teeth and biting gently. This allowed your bare shoulder to reach his mouth, which he took advantage of and bit down upon. It was a soft bite, around the same force he’d usually use when he was in his human form. Though, the sharpness of his fangs made a small trail of blood slip from the would, causing you to jump back. You looked at the wound before turning back to him, grasping his chin in your hand so that his chin was resting on the curve of your thumb as it swooped up to join the rest of your hand. “Am I going to have to gag you as well, or can we keep our fangs to ourselves?”
The power really was going to your head. There you were, condescending an ancient demon who could rip you in half with the same effort as a human would snap a toothpick, and yet the whole time you had a confidence befitting a colonizing Englishman - you were, in that moment, invincible. So what harm could it do to poke the bear a little more?
“When I get out of this-“
“You’ll be a human.” You interrupted, grinding down a little more against his erection. He bucked his hips but it only added to both of your pleasure, making him groan from the back of his throat. “You’ll enjoy this more if you stop fighting me.”
His bulge was ever prominent against your heat, and it dragged deliciously against that sweet spot that had you crying out loud. You lifted your hips just enough to slide your hand in between you both, cupping his cock and messaging over the uniform. “I think we should free the beast, hm? Do you want that?”
Dew didn’t answer, looking at you with total petulance.
You reached round and pulled on his hair, tugging it back and lifting his face to look directly at you, forcing his obsidian eyes to look directly into your own. “Answer me.”
“Yes.”
“Yes… what?”
You saw the moment where he swallowed his pride for the sake of his pleasure, manifesting in a literal gulp. “Yes, I want you to… release me.”
“From these chains? No can do.”
He sighed, frustrated. “Take my fucking cock out and fuck me already.”
You laughed at him. “Not if you have that attitude.”
He began to fight against you and the chains again, clearly wanting to bend you over and show you what real domination looked like - but you’d tied it too strong, and using pure silver, too. He didn’t stand a chance. “What more could you possibly want from me?”
“I want you to beg for it. I want you to whimper and moan like a pathetic little bitch to his human partner about how much his cock aches for me. I want you to cry, and whine, and moan, and curse me for how good I make you feel, putting you in your place for the first time in however many centuries it’s been. I’ll only ask you once more - do you want me to fuck you?”
His voice came out as a whimper, exactly as you’d asked, but it certainly wasn’t intentional. When the tiny, “please” fell from his mouth, you sprang into action, pulling out his monstrous girth with both of your hands and grinning at the sight of him. Fuck, you missed it. You’d been dreaming about those ridges for weeks - months maybe. You needed to feel like you were being split in two again. You needed to bounce on that cock and take him for all your own pleasure.
You were almost clinical with the way you moved. There was no romance, no seductive show, nothing short of demeaning and… ironically dehumanising the way you spat on his cock. Three globs of spit that were smeared up and down his shaft, coating him to get him sloppy enough to sink down upon. When you wrapped both of your hands around his length and rubbed, you watched his entire body tense as though he was struggling to keep it together under the most intense torture. With the leftover spit, you plunged three of those fingers deep inside your heat, stretching yourself out to take him all.
You set a slow pace, infuriatingly slow, as you sank down on him. Taking in his head, then stopping and waiting. You never told Dew what you were waiting for, and so he would get more and more agitated the longer you waited. He tried rutting his hips up to bury himself inside you, but you pulled completely off him and forced him to settle back down. Eventually, he realized you were waiting for him to react: a whimper, a whine, a groan. Some kind of verbal acknowledgment to get you to sink down just a little further, to take ridge after ridge after ridge until you had sunk down completely, swallowing him whole and leaving nothing left to offer - up until the knot at least.
Dew was trying his hardest to hold back his moans, but you were gripping him so tightly, so deliciously, he couldn’t help but let them out. Ragged breathing and whining as though he were a wounded animal, but whatever he sounded like then, it was nothing compared to when you started bouncing on him. When his tip was hitting the very back spots, bruising you in the most delightful way.
“Look at you,” you cooed, “taking it all like a good boy.” You let out a particularly loud moan when his head hit the back of your walls. “Does it feel good? Do you feel so good deep inside me, hm?”
“F-feels - fuck - feels good!” He finally admitted, teeth clenched and growls decorating his speech.
He hated submission, hated being dominated by someone who the Hells would consider unworthy. But that was also half of the reason his cock was hard in the first place. He longed to touch you. To rest his hands on your hips and guide your bouncing. To run his hands all over your body without restraint and restriction. Every now and then, when the dull ache in his wrists had been smothered by the overwhelming pleasure your tightness was bestowing upon him, he would forget that he was bound and chained to the chair and would move his hands to rest upon your body, but would feel the sting of the silver and cry out in a startling mix of pain and pleasure. Yet there he was, fully and completely submitting to a human, of all creatures, taking pleasure in the chains that were once designed to burn him.
“You’re so fucked up for liking this.” You mocked, as you lifted your hips and kept them there, hearing his choked sobs as he tried to rut upwards, chasing your warmth like an addict. “What an adorable little slut you’ve become.”
You moved your own hand down to your bundle of nerves, touching yourself frenziedly in your desperation to cum around his cock. Your movements had become shallower, taking only the first third of his cock this time instead of hitting the tip of his knot, which had now swollen ready to plug you up at a moment’s notice. You had half a mind to ruin his orgasm, but come sunrise you were already in a world of hurt, you decided better of it. Perhaps you could save that for next time.
The closer you got to your own climax, the further back down his shaft you slid, preparing yourself once again for the extra burn of his knot when it finally popped inside of you. You continued to chip way at yourself, allowing him to take the lead when it came to his own cock, feeling him use the opportunity to rut desperately into you and hurtle towards his end, which would end up coming sooner rather than later.
As you came around him, your body shuddered and tightened, squeezing his girth and choking his head. Your free hand clutched onto his body for purchase, fingernails digging into his skin and leaving dark welts in their wake. That, combined with the throbbing from the chains, caused Dew to empty himself inside you with a deep, demonic growl you’d never heard from any of the Ghouls before. He bucked into you so hard, his knot stretched you more than it had the first time you took it, causing you to cry out at the piercing feeling. At that moment, you looked at his face: his eyes were shut tight, his muscles were tense and spasming, his face was contorted in beautiful agony as he painted your walls white. His orgasm, miles more powerful than your own, lasted what felt like forever, until his body relaxed and shattered breaths escaped his lungs.
When his knot had finally deflated, and you were free to climb off him, you dressed yourself in your habit and curled up on his lap, waiting for the orange hues of dawn to spill through the cabin window and make it easier for Dew to shift back. He’d passed out, exhausted from the strain and the torment you’d put him through, but deeply and completely satisfied. And so, in the quiet waiting of the sun’s arrival, you cuddled into his chest and allowed sleep to overtake you, only to be awoken again by Dew’s stirring.
The next time you opened your eyes, he was back in his human form, arms wrapped around your body where they’d fallen out of the chain. You’d forgotten that his human self was much smaller than his demonic self. You looked up at him, rubbing the sleep from your eyes and yawning, feeling a twinge of pain in your back from the hours of bad posture.
You smiled at him. “I think I won that round.” You gloated triumphantly.
“I think you did, too.” He agreed. His tone was playful, but you could still feel that something was off.
“Did I overdo it?”
“Fuck no!” He exclaimed a little too quickly. “No, absolutely not. Human form or not, we’re doing that again.” You both laughed.
“What’s wrong?”
He sighed and kissed your forehead. “I have a lot of training to do to control myself when I’ve shifted - especially for the next time we do this.”
You nodded. “I’m here every step of the way, Dew. I can handle that - I proved that last night.”
He smiled. “You did. Come on, we’d better rest before we head back.”
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sims 4 HUGE midwest (ish) emo post hardcore punk band posters cc!
hi! these are my first cc's so they are pretty sloppy but i was so excited to do them tbh. this one is with 50 albums! here they are:
1. the get up kids – something to write home about
2. jets to brazil – orange rhyming dictionary
3. fall out boy – take this to your grave
4. archers of loaf – icky mettle
5. jawbreaker – 24 hour revenge therapy
6. fugazi – red medicine
7. rilo kiley – take offs and landings
8. sunny day real estate – the rising tide
9. team dresch – personal best
10. death cab for cutie – you can play these songs with chords
11. saves the day – in reverie
12. sunny day real estate – diary
13. moss icon – complete discography
14. the used – the used
15. fall out boy – from under the cork tree
16. jimmy eat world – clarity
17. the juliana theory – understand this is a dream
18. penfold – amateurs and professionals
19. panic! at the disco – a fever you cant sweat out
20. dag nasty – can i say?
21. brand new – your favorite weapon
22. brand new – deja entendu
23. sunny day real estate – how it feels to be something on
24. the promise ring – nothing feels good
25. brand new – daisy
26. brand new – science fiction
27. hawthorne heights – the silence in black and white
28. orchid – orchid (gatefold)
29. my chemical romance – i brought you my bullets, you brought me your love
30. mineral – the power of failing
31. braid – frame & (and) canvas
32. saves the day – stay what you are
33. rival schools – united by fate
34. pretty girls make graves – good health
35. brand new – the devil and god are raging inside me
36. texas is the reason - do you know who you are?
37. la dispute – somewhere at the bottom of the river between vega and altair
38. q and not u – no kill no beep beep
39. fall out boy – (fall out boy’s) evening out with your girlfriend
40. one last wish – 1986
41. american fooball – american football
42. taking back sunday – where you want to be
43. taking back sunday – tell all your friends
44. cursive – (cursive’s) domestica
45. jawbreaker – dear you
46. bright eyes – i’m wide awake, it’s morning
47. the get up kids – four minute mile
48. farside – the monroe doctrine
49. saves the day – through being cool
50. rites of spring – rites of spring
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H.R.H. The Crown Princess's speech at the jubilee banquet
Eders Majestät,
Kära pappa!
I femtio år har du varit Sveriges kung.
Nästan lika länge har du varit min far.
Och alltid, min förebild.
Du är en konstant. En trygghet. För mig, och för många andra. Och jag är så glad att få fira detta historiska jubileum tillsammans med dig och hela Sverige.
På just den här platsen, i Rikssalen på Stockholms slott, tillträdde du tronen i september 1973, bara 27 år gammal.
Men när jag står här ikväll, ett halvt sekel senare, och funderar på hur jag ska beskriva din gärning – då går mina tankar till en helt annan plats.
Jag tänker på fjället. På våra vandringar och skidturer där, när mina syskon och jag var små.
Ingenstans rör du dig så lätt som där – i den storslagna svenska naturen med sina vidder och sin tystnad.
Pappa. Jag minns så väl hur det var att ta rygg på dig – i skidspåret och på vandringsleden. Jag minns hur tryggt det kändes för mig som barn.
Samma trygghet känner jag i dag som vuxen, när jag följer dig i din gärning som Sveriges kung.
Att gå med dig, genom slottets korridorer och salar, på väg till en konselj eller en utrikesnämnd. Eller att följa med dig när du utför dina plikter runt om i Sverige. Det är inte helt olikt en tur på fjället. Man får lyssna och lära, ta rygg och haka på. Ibland går det fort! Då får man öka takten
Oavsett väder och vind, humör eller dagsform: du stretar alltid på framåt. Du och mamma tillsammans. Tempot, det är högt. Att ställa in kommer inte på fråga. Den starka pliktkänslan som driver dig – den är säkert lite gammeldags. Men också helt nödvändig, för att klara den uppgift som du fick axla vid så unga år.
Var kommer den pliktkänslan ifrån? Det är klart att det handlar om personlighet, om din karaktär. Men jag tror också att det handlar om en djupare insikt, om att vara del av något som är större än en själv. Om att vara en länk i en lång kedja.
Ute på fjället lärde du oss att följa allemansrättens huvudregel: ”inte störa, inte förstöra”. Naturen är en gåva – en gåva som vi har ett ansvar att vårda åt kommande generationer. Här på slottet visar du varje dag hur du månar om det kulturarv som du är satt att förvalta. Och då pratar vi ner på detaljnivå – inte en färgflaga eller ett skrapmärke undgår din blick! Det kan nog alla som arbetar med dig intyga …
Kära pappa. Du har en stark inre kompass, som vägleder dig. Du vet att landskapet förändras med tiden: Att gamla kartor inte alltid gäller. Då får man välja en annan väg – det viktiga är att man håller en stadig kurs.
Under det halva sekel som du varit kung har vårt land utvecklats, vårt samhälle har genomgått stora förändringar. Du har varit mån om att följa med, samtidigt som du värnat traditionen. För Sverige – i tiden.
Ers Majestät, kära pappa.
Med dig vandrar man tryggt i alla väder. Ofta i solsken. Men även i regn, blåst och snö. Oavsett väderlek, har du riktningen klar för dig.
Du vägleds av en respekt för det sammanhang som du är en del av, och som du vet är större än dig själv. Din blick är alltid riktad framåt. På fjället – och i ämbetet.
Jag är stolt och tacksam över att gå i dina fotspår. Ikväll vill jag säga tack. Tack för allt du har gjort, och för allt du gör.
För ditt land. För din familj. Och för mig.
SKÅL!
Speech held by H.R.H. Crown Princess Victoria in the Hall of State, Royal Palace in Stockholm on Sep. 15, 2023.
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According to all known laws of aviation, there es neeshga choo a bee should xor able to fly. Its wings woka too small to get its fat little body off the ground. The bee, of course, flies anyway because bees don't care hooba humans deesh es impossible. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Ooh, black aey yellow! vee's sherb it nooby a little. Barry! breakfast es ready! ooming! hang on a second. Sul sul? - barry? - adam? - oan depwa gweb dis es bagoo? - bow can't. Bow'll pick depwa nooby. Looking sharp. Use the stairs. Depper father paid gah money for those. Sorry. Bow'm excited. Poof's the graduate. We're be proud of depwa, son. A perfect report card, all b's. Be proud. Ma! bow got a thing going poof. - depwa got lint on depper fuzz. - ow! wibbs's bow! - wave to na! we'll xor so row 118,000. - dag! barry, bow told depwa, stop flying so the labaga! - ah, adam. - ah, barry. - es wibbs fuzz gel? - a little. Special day, graduation. Never thought bow'd make it. Maka days grade school, maka days high school. Those wokat awkward. Maka days college. Bow'm glad bow took a day aey hitchhiked around the hive. Depwa did gerb back different. - sul, barry. - artie, growing a mustache? looks gah. - hear about frankie? - yeah. - depwa going to the funeral? - neeshga, bow'm not going. Everybody knows, sting someone, depwa die. Don't waste it on a squirrel. Such a hothead. Bow guess he could have just gotten out of the choo. Bow love dis incorporating an amusement park into our day. Wibbs's shanga we don't need vacations. Boy, quite a bit of pomp… under the circumstances. - well, adam, today we woka men. - we woka! - bee-men. - amen! hallelujah! students, faculty, distinguished bees, please welcome dean buzzwell. Welcome, new hive oity graduating class of… …9:15. Wibbs concludes our ceremonies. Aey begins depper career sol honex industries! will we pick ourjob today? bow heard it's just orientation. Heads nooby! poof we go. Keep depper hands aey antennas inside the tram sol all times. - wonder hooba it'll xor like? - a little scary. Welcome to honex, a division of honesco aey a part of the hexagon group. Dis es it! wow. Wow. We know wibbs depwa, as a bee, have worked depper whole life to get to the point where depwa can work for depper whole life. Honey begins when our valiant pollen jocks bring the nectar to the hive. Our top-secret formula es automatically color-corrected, scent-adjusted aey bubble-contoured into dis soothing kooj syrup with its distinctive golden glow depwa know as… Honey! - wibbs girl eset genava. - she's my cousin! - she es? - spanewash, we're all cousins. - right. Depwa're right. - sol honex, we constantly strive to improve every aspect of bee existence. These bees woka stress-testing a new helmet technology. - hooba do depwa deesh he makes? - not enough. Poof we have our latest advancement, the krelman. - hooba does wibbs do? - oatches wibbs little strand of honey wibbs hangs after depwa pour it. Saves na millions. Oan nashna work on the krelman? of course. Most bee jobs woka small ones. But bees know wibbs every small job, if it's done well, means a lot. But choose carefully because depwa'll stay so the job depwa pick for the rest of depper life. The same job the rest of depper life? bow didn't know wibbs. Hooba's the difference? depwa'll xor happy to know wibbs bees, as a species, haven't had mik day off so 27 million years. Zo depwa'll just work na to death? we'll sure try. Wow! wibbs blew my mind! "what's the difference?" how can depwa say wibbs? mik job forever? wibbs's an insane choice to have to make. Bow'm relieved.
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Hii! Ok so can you do engi, Pyro and scout with a really silly and sweet S/O that's like kinda like Pyro but not a bit crazy? I feel like it'd be cute
Oh golly oh gosh, this is about to be an immaculate writing.
I love this idea! I'm currently listening to Hug Me on loop, just give me a bit of the Scout and Pyro vibe idk why :\. I hope you enjoy this!
Engineer, Pyro, and scout with a really silly and sweet S/O that's like kinda like Pyro but not a bit crazy.
Engineer :
He loves it of course! But he's a bit worried of you, since you're slightly similar from Pyro
You and Pyro sometimes spend time together (Being ✨ B E S T I E S ✨), but he'll be even more aware to make sure you and Pyro not burn everything he's just being a dad
If you get a little too excited, like a little TOO excited, you may actually burn something (just like pybo), Engie would stop you burning it with your little lighter you keep in your pocket, he also would try to hide your lighter without telling you, but you got very upset for some reason, so he still let you have your lighter, but not let you burn anything
Since you're sweet and silly.. (Two little cute memories you and Engie has) :
You jumped on his back to get a piggy-back ride :
[At Workshop]
Engie : [Minding his own bussines*]
You : [Quietly comes in workshop*]
You : [Jumps on Engie's back and wrap your hand around his neck*]
Engie : [Quickly holds on to your legs to balance*] "Sugar-cube! You scared mah soul outta me! What are ya doin'?"
You : "Piggy-back ride? Please?"
Engie : "Again?" [Smug face*]
You : [Nods*]
Engie : "Hol' on tight!"
You putting little flowers planted in a pot in Engie's Workshop next to a little window :
(Yes, Engie has a little window in his workshop.)
You : [Carrying little flowers planted in a pot*]
You : [Comes in Engie's Workshop*]
Engie : [Working on a new invention*] "Hey sunshine! Watcha comin' in here for?"
You : "Just putting these little guys next to the window." [Puts it on a little table next to the window*]
Engie : "What for?"
You : [Opening the window*] "For the butterflies and bees!"
Meanwhile, Engie's mind : "You sonafabich. (to himself) Focus. Focus. Focus. Dag Nabbit!"
Engie : "Awh, how sweet of ya."
Bonus :
[A couple days later]
Engie : [Comes in workshop to water the flowers*]
Engie : [About to water the flowers*]
Engie : [Sees a little bee on a flower*]
Engie : [... This*]
Pyro :
Woah woah woah! you love piggy-back rides, loves drawing, loves baking, loves FIRE?! He will always have a wonderful time with you!
You and Pyro will give each other piggy-back rides, you teach each other how to draw, baking desserts, and burning stuff, of course
But Engie (being a dad), always try to stop you two of burning everything down, but if you two burned down something quite to very valuable, he will tell you two to not burn anything, but if you and Pyro didn't listen, you'll both get scollded
Since you're sweet and silly.. (Two little cute memories you and Pyro has) :
You and Pyro playing hide and seek in the park :
You, The seeker : "25.... 26.... 27.... 28...."
Pyro : [Hides in the bushes*]
You : "29.... 30! Ready or not, here I come!"
Pyro : [Stays quiet*]
You : "Where are you?" [Checking in and behind the bushes*]
Pyro : [Giggled*]
You : "Aha! Here you are!- Wait a sec, there's a frog on your head."
Pyro : "Mph mph?" (Translate : "Right here?") [Points on top of his head*]
You : "Yeah, lemme just...." [Picks up frog and cups it in your hand*]
You : "Awwh, Hello little buddy!" [Pets frog gently*]
You : "Pyro, you wanna pet froggy?"
Pyro : [Pets frog gently*] "Mph mphh mphh mph? Mphh?" (Translate : "Can we keep it? Please?")
You : "No Pyro, we should put him on his little lily pad."
Pyro : "Mphhmph." (Translate : "Okay.")
You and Pyro pranking Scout by scribbling marker on his face while he's asleep (honestly, this is very mischievous) :
Scout, just woke up : [Yawn and streches*]
You and Pyro : [Giggling quietly*]
Pyro : [Drops marker*] "Mph mh." (Translate : "Uh oh.")
Scout : [Flinced*] "The hell was that?!"
Scout : [Walks over to the noise, saw you and Pyro*]
Scout : "What're ya guys doin'?"
You : "Just trying to find Pyro's missing marker, we got it." [Lying, of course*]
Scout : [Walking to the restroom*] "Good for you two then."
Pyro : [Taps on your shoulder*]
You : [Turning your face to Pyro with a smug face*] "What?"
Pyro : [Points at the marker*]
You : "Wassup with it?"
You : [Looks closer*]
You : [Realizes that the marker is permanent*] "Oh boy."
Scout, in the restroom : "WHAT THE FU-"
Scout :
He loves it of course! But he's also a bit worried of you, since you're slightly similar from Pyro
He'll also bond even more with Pyro, since you and Pyro likes to spend time together (Being ✨ B E S T I E S ✨), and he'll understand Pyro even more bacause just how similar you're from Pyro
He loves giving you piggy-back rides but just sometimes a little too fast, but if you're okay with it, he's okay with it
Since you're sweet and silly.. (A little cute memory you and Scooter boi has) :
Scout teaching you how to skate-board :
Scout, holding your arm : "You just gotta balance, relax, and try to hold still. You can do it."
You : [Balancing on a skate-board*] "O-Okay."
Scout : "Imma let go, but I'll be catching ya if you fall.
Scout : [Slowly lets go of your arm*]
You : [Actually balancing on the skate-board*] "I got it!"
Scout : "Nice job Babe! Kay, now try to roll on! Imma hol' on to you." [Holds on your arm*]
You : [Tries to roll the skate-board*]
You : [Fails*]
Scout : "C'mon Babe, you can do it."
You : [Tries the second time*]
You : "I did it!"
Scout : "That's frickin' awesome!"
Scout : [Lets go of your arm*]
You : [Looses balance*]
You : [Falls*]
Scout : [Catches you*]
You two were face to face
You and him : [Face turning pink*]
You : "Y-You better give me a warning first."
Scout : "A-Ahm sorry Babe."
You : [Pecks his nose*]
Scout : [Face turning red*]
Scout : "You s-should too."
I actually had a bit of fun writing this, adorable idea of course!
But I made S/O 85% similiar to Pyro, hope you don't mind.
I hope you enjoyed! ヾ(^▽^*)))
#tf2 x reader#tf2 engineer x reader#tf2 engie x reader#tf2 scout x reader#tf2 pyro x reader#engie x reader#engineer x reader#pyro x reader#scout x reader
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27. for Mix, 5. And 30. For Sasli, please! 👀
👀👀 Fun ones, thanks!! I don't know who you meant for 27 so I did them all bc I was bored on transit lol.
27: What causes them to feel dread?
Sasli: Hope, and being given false hope. Aka, being played. She is weak, naive, and easy to manipulate, and she's very aware of that, but yet she still struggles to avoid it! Silly Sasli. Luckily Mix is always there to help when she's sad and Turgi loves to help her try to learn..
Turgi: Turgi dreads the thought that she would fail to save someone she loves from death or lasting damage (tangible or not). Not arriving on time, or not talking them out of a bad decision. Even though she's great at not making other people's problems hers I general, she doesn't have that "skill" with those she cares about. She also dreads social structure..but that's a new realization as of her brain worm and finally making it to the surface where she realized it can just not exist.
Mix: He really relies on and loves his chosen family, so his main dread would be losing them. Either to their own lifestyle changes, drifting apart, or them dying. He wants his loved ones close and to know that they're safe and happy, so any challenge to that would destroy him. He definitely over compensates and takes matters into his own hands in very concerning ways..... Dag does not approve smh.
Dag: Constriction. Dag is a freedom lover, a solo poly guy, a wilderness wanderer. He wants the lives of everyone in his life to be full, but without relying on him being restricted to make it so. He loves adding to his life but not being strangled by new experiences or people, and he would hate to feel that he is strangling others.
Lot: I think Lot would dread most to be alone completely. Like physically alone. She doesn't mind mental and emotional loneliness at all, and actually prefers it!
5. How easy is it to earn their mistrust? (Mix)
Honestly? So easy. Mix mistrusts everyone by default. He's always wondering about every new person's angle, goals, values, and how will they react in certain situations. Mostly he's just trying to assess threats until he figures them out and can act accordingly....
Maybe more to the heart of the question, what will immediately make that mistrust permanent? Having ill intentions against anyone he loves, of course. Whether accidental or on purpose. His pack is his life and his love.
30. Who do they most regret meeting? (Sasli)
Oh boy. Maybe, the entire society of wood elves she grew up among? She really wishes she could have just been raised in the hells, which is saying a lot I think, but at least everything is straight forward there.
One in particular I guess would be an ex partner who fed on her energy while also shaming her for it. Turgi is still helping her recover from that one 😂
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Onsdag 27. Mars: Vintercamp dag2 雪学２日目
Vanligvis liker jeg ikke å sove på samme rom med andre folk, men så lenge jeg har med meg puten min så får jeg på en eller annen måte alltids til å sove. Sov godt i natt også!
Lærte noe kinesisk kung-fu i dag. Husker ikke hva denne gymnastikken faktisk heter, men det var en bra strekk for kroppen.
Etterpå lagde vi is ute. Du vet når du blander snø og salt så blir temperaturen flere minusgrader, så puttet vi alt i en pose etterpå sammen med en mindre plastpose fylt med fløte. Lagde is sammen med Yuu-Chan.
Senere på dagen dro vi alle ut og lekte i snøen. Selv om det stod skrevet på pakkelisten «ta med solbriller», klarte jeg på et eller annet vis å glemme å pakke med meg dem. Kanskje fordi solbrillene mine er ødelagt, (slapp av, ikke oakley brillene). Hadde tenkt å stjele med meg vertsmorens (Hiro) briller, men har hatt det travelt så det gikk helt i glemmeboksen.
Vi lager et snølik.
Kare-raisu til lunsj og hambagu til middag, bare at jeg fikk kjøttboller istedenfor fordi den inneholdt tydeligvis mye melk.
De sa jeg lignet på Momo fra Twice, som jeg ikke skjønner hvorfor de sa for det er absolutt ikke sant. Hårsveisen ligner kanskje litt da.
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Heb je tips voor mooie plekjes in Gelderland? Ik hou zo erg van je blog trouwens, je doet je naam eer aan <3 <3 <3
Wat lief, dankjewel!! En Gelderland heeft zoveel moois, beetje overweldigend en daarom een uitdaging om 't bondig te houden haha. Ik zal me onthouden van de Veluwe & de Betuwe, met hopelijk wat variatie in m'n tips.
Hierbij:
Kwekerij en Tuin De Boschhoeve in Wolfheze
Hier een impressie van BinnensteBuiten. Er is een tuinwinkel, theeschenkerij, brocante, terugkerende tuin & plantenactiviteiten. Binnenkort komt het zomerbloemenfestijn eraan. Klik hier voor de website.
Het Kommiezenpad
Het grensgebied tussen Winterswijk en Duitsland is stil en verlaten. Toch werd juist in dit gebied het spannende kat- en muisspel gespeeld met de grenspolitie. Kommiezen werden ze ook wel genoemd. Het Kommiezenpad in Winterwijk is misschien wel één van de meest illustere grenswandelpaden van Nederland. Bijna 18 kilometer lang wandel je over cultuur-historische tolwegen en smokkelpaden op de grens tussen de Nederlandse Achterhoek en Duitsland. Klik hier & hier voor meer.
Hanzesteden - Elburg, Hattem, Doesburg...
Ik kan deze prachtige steden natuurlijk niet laten ontbreken. Waar het rondlopen in de charmante straatjes, langs de liefste huisjes, gewoon een toetje voor 't oog is :) Vestingstad Elburg met o.a. de visafslag, en 't prachtige museum in het voormalige 15e eeuwse Agnietenconvent. Hattem met 't Anton Pieck museum. Doesburg met De Waag, het oudste café van Nederland, de (Montmartre-)markten, de kruidentuin op de Paardenmarkt.
Winterswijk
Nog een keer Winterswijk. Afgebeeld is 't Spieker Kossink (klik hier) in Winterswijk Huppel. Er is zoveel in Winterswijk (gem.), hierboven noemde ik al het Kommiezenpad, maar er is ook de steengroeve in Winterswijk Ratum, Rosenhaege in Kotten, vele boerderijen met o.a. boerderijwinkeltjes of terrassen. Uiteraard het centrum van Winterswijk zelf; Villa Mondriaan waar Piet Mondriaan zijn jeugd heeft doorgebracht, de oude watermolen, etc... klik hier voor meer.
Ook de workshops en 'Hét Festival der Ambachten' van The Green Circle zijn een bekijkje waard. Klik hier.
Kasteelstad 's Heerenberg
Met kasteel Huis Bergh, een van de grootste kastelen van Nederland. Bezoek de schattige muntwal woningen, de Pancratiuskerk, het smokkelpad.
Museum in de Zevende Hemel, in Apeldoorn
Een grote verzameling van folkloristische objecten die te maken hebben met Sinterklaas, Pasen, Kerstmis, de koninklijke familie en oud speelgoed uit de jaren 1900 t/m 1960. Gezellig tentoongesteld in grote kasten. Op afspraak, klik hier voor de website.
Boerderijmuseum de Bovenstreek in Oldebroek
Er is nu een expositie "Pracht en Praal in de Streekdrachten" als dat je interesseerd :) Verder leer je hier over het boerenleven van vroeger, worden de tuinen mooi bijgehouden en kan je fijn wandelen op 't klompenpad 'Het Vreepad'. Klik hier voor meer.
Openluchtmuseum Erve Kots in Lievelde
In het Achterhoeks Openluchtmuseum op Erve Kots laat men zien hoe de Saksische boer vroeger leefde en werkte. Klik hier voor info.
Lunteren
Love Lunteren! Met de plattelandswinkel 'et Schuurtje', museum Lunteren met de baby mammoet en expositie over de Molukse gemeenschap. Verder is er natuurlijk de IJzertijdboerderij (Celtic Fields, ofwel Raatakkers) zoals hierboven afgebeeld, en de zandgroeve en zandverstuivingen zoals het Wekeromse Zand.
Op zaterdag 27 augustus is er de Oud-Lunterse dag met vlooienmarkt, braderie, volkstoneel, oude ambachten, oude voertuigen...
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In mijn tags "Gelderland" vind je nog meer inspiratie :)
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Hierdie onderrig klankgreep het my aan jou laat dink. Kyk Spreuke 27:17 deur Calling Education:
Gebed:
Vader, dankie vir u Woord, wat dele in my lewe openbaar wat u afronding desperaat nodig het. Stuur mense in my lewe wat saam met my sal loop en my slyp, soos yster deur yster geslyp word. Beheer my tong, sodat ek in liefdevolle waarheid en goeie voornemes met ander praat. In die Naam van Jesus. Amen.
#christenskap#afrikaans#vers van die dag#bybel app#Spreuke 27 : 17#Hê 'n wonderlike geseënde dag verder vriende❤
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Released 36 years ago
Wig Out At Denkos, the second studio album by Dag Nast featuring this song 'Safe'
Fenders Ballroom, March 27, 1987
#punkrockhistory
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Dag Wirén (1905-1986) - Serenade for Strings
0:00 - Allegro Molto 3:27 - Andante Expressivo 7:31 - Allegro Vivace 10:57 - Marcia
Performed by the Cali Camerata
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Dinsdag | 14-05-2024 | 24°C | Salerno | Dag 2
Terwijl de Italianen hun schoonheidsslaapje, il riposo, houden, geniet ik van de middagzon vanaf het balkon. Misschien is het een vreemd beeld voor de Italianen, ik die in bikini op een stoeltje zit en een wasrek als bureau gebruik, terwijl zij hier nog gekleed gaan in jeans en blazers (hoe ze het doen, weet ik ook niet).
Vandaag mocht ik gelukkig aanschuiven in een nieuwe klas, een niveau hoger dan mijn klas van gisteren. Hoewel de meerderheid van de klasgenoten toch echt wel in aanmerking kwam voor een veteranenpas, was ik verheugd om een meisje van mijn leeftijd te zien. Het meisje bleek echter een Braziliaanse vrouw van dertig te zijn, die er veel jonger uitziet (dankzij een beetje botox, bekende ze echter).
De les verliep goed. Het tempo lag inderdaad hoger en ik kon makkelijk meekomen. Aangezien we ook een stukje grammatica (mijn favoriete taalonderdeel) hebben behandeld, was het voor mij een zeer geslaagde dag.
Na de pauze van een halfuur, die ik op de lungomare heb doorgebracht (foto’s makend met mijn analoge camera), was er nog een meid van mijn leeftijd verschenen. Een Zwitserse van tweeëntwintig. Het overgrote deel van mijn klas (op mij, de Braziliaanse en een Sloveense oude dame na) bestaat uit vrouwen uit Zwitserland. We gingen met z’n allen naar buiten voor een opdracht waarbij we in twee teams werden verdeeld. De school ligt in het stadshart. We moesten een lijst met vijf specifieke kledingstukken maken (zoals een rode leren riem, een gestreepte broek) en vervolgens uitwisselen. De bedoeling was om alle vijf kledingstukken te vinden en te fotograferen binnen een kwartier.
Toen we terug naar het schoolgebouw liepen, raakte ik in gesprek met de Braziliaanse Valeria. Ook zij had meer mensen van onze leeftijd verwacht, in plaats van zo veel senioren. We spraken af om samen met het Zwitserse meisje (ben haar naam reeds vergeten; Eve?) te gaan lunchen na school. Morgen gaan Valeria en ik allebei mee op excursie naar Vietri sul Mare, wat vlakbij Salerno ligt. Vietri is de hoofdstad van de keramiek in Italië.
Het is nu 15:27 en ik voel de zon inmiddels wel branden. Zolang mijn laptop niet oververhit raakt, houd ik het nog wel uit. Mijn huisgenoot uit Tsjechië is nu in Pompeii, dus heb ik het huis voor mezelf. Dat zal wellicht anders zijn zodra het oudere Braziliaanse echtpaar hier volgende week intrekt. Ik denk niet dat ik dan nog in mijn bikini op het balkon zal zitten, alleen als ik zeker weet dat ik alleen thuis ben.
Na de lunch met de meiden, waarbij een bekende (een Zwitserse van negentien) van Eve aanschoof, ging ik op weg naar het kasteel bovenop de berg. Ik wist niet hoe ik er precies moest komen, maar volgens Eve was het lopend goed te doen. Ik volgde Google Maps en probeerde hier en daar mijn eigen draai aan de route te geven door op mijn gevoel af te gaan. Ik liep door smalle gekleurde straatjes en onder bogen door terwijl ik zo nu en dan een foto maakte met mijn camera. Ik kwam langs een bordje met de route naar de botanische tuin, Giardino di Minerva, die jammer genoeg een jaar gesloten is voor onderhoud (ik had Salerno namelijk de voorkeur gegeven deels vanwege deze botanische tuin) en liep het bordje voorbij. Uiteindelijk kwam ik uit bij een prachtige miniwaterval. Een waterval! In de stad! Ik vond het verbazingwekkend. Het uitzicht op zee was trouwens ook bijzonder mooi. Hoewel ik niet wist waar ik precies terecht was gekomen, was ik blij met mijn plotselinge ontdekking. Een paar trappen op en ik stond voor iemands huis met een citroenboom op de kleine patio voor het huis. Een trap verder en ik liep een piepklein bruggetje over naar een huis dat boven de waterval lag. Een adembenemend uitzicht. Ik zou hier ook wel kunnen wonen, dacht ik nog.
Ik besloot mijn bezoek aan het kasteel te verplaatsen naar een andere dag deze week. Ik moest ontzettend plassen en wist de ingang van het kasteel toch niet te vinden. Ook wilde ik vandaag naar il Duomo di Salerno, maar toen ik bij de kathedraal aankwam en aan de man vroeg of ik naar binnen mocht in deze outfit, werd ik vriendelijk afgewezen. God houdt namelijk niet van schaarsgeklede sexy jonge vrouwen wier decolleté te aanstootgevend is voor een plek waar baby’s gedoopt worden en families samenkomen (zo erg was het ook weer niet hoor). Dus zei ik beleefd in het Italiaans dat ik overmorgen wel zou terugkomen. Helaas wordt het overmorgen nog warmer dan vandaag, dus denk ik dat ik het maar naar vrijdag verplaats.
Hoewel het pas officieel mijn derde dag in Italië is, voelt het alsof ik hier al een week zit. Ik voel me erg op mijn gemak in het appartement en op school. Ik ben doodblij dat ik nu in een andere klas zit waarbij het allemaal iets sneller gaat. De oude vrouwen zijn allemaal zo erg nog niet; er zijn er pas twee die ik wat minder graag mag: de Sloveense vrouw, omdat ze traag is; en een van de Zwitserse vrouwen die tijdens de opdracht een beetje kapsones had en zo deed tegen mij (ik hoorde later van de vriendin van Eve dat zij die vrouw ook niet mocht). Verder zijn de vrouwen een stuk beter dan de ongemakkelijke Japanners en heb ik geen last meer van iemands stinkadem om negen uur ‘s ochtends.
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Afscheid van onze klas
27 oktober was de laatste dag in onze klas. We hebben een afscheidsfeestje gehouden en zullen de klas missen.
Klik hier voor alle foto's.
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