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♡ a Darkangelcoric stimboard ♡
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wweassets · 10 months
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Costume Contest anon here. Better late than never, but introducing my first annual MAT GALA! Similar to the Met Gala, the category is formal event wear, high fashion, haux couture, creativity, and in this case, slutty! Similar to the Met Gala, photos are not allowed to be taken inside the actual ball, just on the red carpet, as it is a PRIVATE invite-only event. Since women are not invited to this event and this occasion is a men-only fundraiser, nudity is allowed! It’s just a fun night for the guys to take the night off, have a few drinks and chill, and show off who has the best fashion sense, the nicest physique, and the most endowments!
Here come the attendees down the “white carpet” ready to impress…
BR*N BR*AKKER is in his all-black era. He’s wearing a custom-made SlickItUp tight black bodysuit with black leather boots and black leather gloves, but the material is sheer just enough to reveal his dick and muscular ass in the light. His muscular frame looks incredible in the black silhouette against the white carpet, similar to Kim Kardashian’s all-black look from the Met Gala, with his dick visible through the black fabric.
S*TH R*LLINS is wearing a cropped white Vera Wang tuxedo shirt with frills ending right below his chest, and a black bowtie around his neck. He’s wearing black shades, and his hair tied up in a clean, wet top bun. He’s wearing baggy black suit pants, but there is only one leg to them, so his entire right leg and ass cheek is exposed. The pant leg on the left starts at his hip and connects to the upper thigh with the crotch completely removed, so they are essentially a sleeve for his left leg. His penis is exposed and completely hanging out, with a black blow tie around his dick he’s using as a cock ring. He’s laughing maniacally as the paparazzi take shots of his exposed penis.
M*TT R*DDLE is wearing black leather gladiator sandals with straps that go all the way up and wrap around his legs to his waist. He’s wearing nothing underneath, so he’s proudly showing off his long dick as it hangs between two leather straps. On top, he’s wearing an oversized Moncler coat.
L*GAN P*AUL is wearing a Diesel electric blue leather jacket, very high-cut that it ends in the middle of his back. Underneath, he’s wearing baggy overalls of the same material, which begin at the tops of his quads, leaving his fat ass exposed in the back and his penis semi-covered, showing the top half of his shaft. He has his curly blond hair slicked back, and wearing shiny yellow shades.
F*NN B*LOR is serving bad-boy thug, wearing a black Dior spiked leather jacket without a shirt underneath and a purple bandana ski mask over his face. Like Seth, he’s wearing black suit pants that are just two leg sleeves, and end right along the thigh, leaving his ass and penis exposed.
A*STIN TH*ORY is taking a page out of Lil’ Nas X’s book, and is painted head to toe in sparking blue body paint. He’s wearing his signature blue thong, and custom blue Off-White shoes to match.
C*ARMELLO H*YES is wearing a large black and gold patterned Versace cloak with a long train. He opens the buttons to reveal that he’s shirtless and wearing black mesh leggings, exposing his long dick. He has gold sequins going down his penis vertically that spell out “HIM.”
L* KN*GHT is wearing a bridge red Calvin Klein shirt and long tie, with matching pants. He turns around for the photographers to reveal that the entire backs of both his shirt and pants are custom made in tight sheer red material, revealing his muscular back and huge ass.
ELT*N PR*NCE from Pr*tty D*adly is wearing a creme colored button-down shirt with a matching bowtie. He’s wearing matching pants, but they are one-legged chaps and he has nothing on underneath, exposing his entire right leg, fat ass, and penis. K*T W*LSON is wearing the same exact outfit, except the one-legged chaps are on his right leg. They pose for the cameras with their junk exposed, laughing and make cocky expressions.
So, who is going to be named Best Dressed by the Assets Army?
oh WOWOWOWWOWOWOW… you’ve done it again 🙏 your writing skills are literally impeccable like i wish i had this much care in my actual job 😭 thank you for providing for us 💖
now for my results…
🥉in third place we have… pretty deadly
🥈our runner up is… logan paul
🥇and our winner…. seth rollins
how about y’all?
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nukyster-blog · 2 years
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Adrift Chapter 12) Lost protection
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They raided the campsite in haste. Leaving no stone unturned, Ivar happily glanced down upon their loot: dried meat, fish, fruit and hardtack, a form of dried bread, and silver coins- of which Ivar didn’t know the exact value. It was enough, though, to fill up the bottom of one of their haversacks. 
While Piglet filled a water bag with ale, Ivar stripped the bodies of the least mauled men. It earned him a heavy waterproof woolen cloak and a garb that would get him through the summer. After much sulking, Piglet eventually traded her short and tattered dress for men’s wear, a raggy tunic and linen pants. She seemed to disappear in the large fabrics, requiring a hemp rope just to keep the pants up.
Among the spoils was a pack of animal hides which would serve them well; they could use them to make a tent, or perhaps even a binding to protect Ivar’s knees and legs. 
To make travel for Ivar a little less degrading, they seized a small wheelbarrow that could be used for transport, rather than carrying him  around like a nursling. 
To top it all off, their weaponry now consisted of an ax, a sword, a variety of daggers, and a battered shield.  
After finding a small cauldron, Utstott’s cawing prompted them to pack everything up and hurry off- aware they were sitting ducks at the campsite. 
They traveled until the night sky turned their bodies into silhouettes. Stum’s sore arms were granted rest, as he let the handles of Ivar’s wheelbarrow go.
The wooden frame was chucked down onto the forest floor and Ivar cursed from the sudden drop. He was ignored by both of his fellow human travelers. Stum parked his ass and started rocking back and forth, while Piglet retreated and sank to her knees.
Ivar grunted and watched Piglet perform her prayers. 
“Could you make camp before asking your God for forgiveness?” Ivar barked, seething when he didn’t receive any kind of response. Offended, he swung from right to left until the wheelbarrow tilted and dropped. Huffing, he fidgeted to turn on his stomach and crawled to the haversack containing the food. 
He was exhausted, the kind that made his bones feel heavy and his thoughts turn weary and nebulous. Munching on pickled ham, he lay down on his side and listened to Piglet’s words spoken in her mother’s tongue. It had a soothing rhythm, the tone coming from deep within her throat.
She was begging for forgiveness; for not just her sake but also for his and Stum’s soul. It would be touching, were it not that she was praying to a false God. And Ivar highly doubted that Stum had enough intelligence to have a soul. 
Yet, it felt comforting that someone feared for his afterlife; for his spirit to end up in Jahannam, her presumed version of hell. 
  He watched her outline, she was nothing more than the darkest of shadows. Laying completely still, he continued to stare at her while the prayers to her false God mingled and emulsified with the gutteral sounds of Stum’s insistent humming and rocking. 
Ivar stank of blood and gore, of human intestine and sweat. The bumpy forest floor did not bring any comfort to his aching limbs and the tense muscles of his legs. 
And yet, he felt at peace. Rooted and strong. Calm. And he watched her, praying wholeheartedly to her false God, to save his soul. He watched her darkening features until his lids became too heavy. 
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Piglet’s mood was still sullen when morning arrived. Ivar decided not to press the matter, although he wished she would lighten up. They gained food, weapons, and clothes. He got her precious pet back. She should be over the moon. But no, she had to ruminate and dwell in this somber mood. 
Her energy even affected Stum, who anxiously sank his front teeth into the inside of his palm.  
As they packed and continued traveling, Ivar had to bite his tongue several times. He wanted to scold her, ask if she thought that this life was a fairytale. Because honestly, if she wanted to claim her throne, did she think she would be able to do so by giving her opponents the stink-eye? Did she think that stomping her feet and spoiling their food would give her what was rightfully hers?
Was she so foolish and naive to think death and manslaughter would not soil her path? 
He should address it; point out the inevitable truth: in order to victor you need to kill and destroy. It was the Viking way, the only way. 
They stopped at the river bank to catch a break and to rid themselves from the stench of their victory.
 At first, Ivar was reluctant to bathe in the river, but let out a deep sigh as he sank his body into the water. From his waist down he sat on pebbles and stones, feeling the stream gently tug on his clothes. Stum ungracefully followed his action, splashing and spattering, the young man found joy in bathing in the cold water. 
Without a word, Piglet excused herself and disappeared into a maze of reeds. 
Aware that he couldn’t sense the young maiden’s wearabouts, Ivar glanced over at Utstott. Although appalled to leave his place in the shadow, the white raven spread his wings and flew upward. 
Combing mud and caked pieces of blood out of his hair, Ivar stared skywards at the white feathery dot. Utstott flew in small circles, without a sound.
While Stum entertained himself by splashing rocks back into the water, Ivar crawled out. Like a wet dog, he shook his head and wrung his tunic. He felt refreshed and suddenly wondered if Piglet held her end of the bargain. 
He did provide her with a dagger, after all. 
Curiosity claimed him like a fever, sudden and quick. 
As silently as his lower body would allow, Ivar creeped through the maze of reeds, keeping a watchful eye upward, to Utstott. 
Brushing through the reeds, Ivar abruptly found out that Piglet was not a descendant of the Huldra. 
She stood there, naked. Sheltered in the dappled light, knee deep in the river. Bare, stripped from her layers of protection there was a form of vulnerability. Aware that his lingering could easily destroy every bit of trust he’d gained, Ivar couldn’t bring himself to take his eyes off of her. 
She was so different from the few bare women he’d seen. 
His eyes traveled to her breast, she wasn’t fully developed yet. Hunger hadn’t been kind to her, yet when she turned sideways to tiptoe into the deeper part of the river, Ivar saw how her breast protruded from her rib cage. 
What defined her particular form were her broad hips and muscular thighs. Her ebony skin and curvaceous body were inimitable, beautiful.
The attraction was instant, invasive and overwhelming. It had his heart rushing, scorched the tips of his ears and smothered his breath in the back of his throat. 
Hidden safely within the reeds, Ivar watched wide-eyed as Piglet unsteadily lowered herself to her knees. With a gasp, she momentarily disappeared underneath the surface, allowing Ivar to breathe.
She resurfaced, wet dark curls draped down her spine, all the way to the curve of her lower back. 
Although Ivar was painfully aware that he could not pleasure a woman, arousal jolted through his system. And all he wanted was to watch and see more of her; standing naked in the dappled light.
‘But it’s Piglet,’ the realization kicked in like a blow to the groin. The rush evaporated and he acted like a rabbit sensing a wolf; in blind panic. 
Rushing to flee the scene that stirred up too much, Ivar’s palm broke a twig and he froze. If it were possible he’d cut his own throat; she can’t know it’s him. 
  No words, not in her mother tongue or his, could make up an excuse that would justify him betraying her trust and privacy in such tasteless matter. 
‘This is what she fears most,’ Ivar realized, still heavily aware of how her naked form turned him on. For over an entire season they’d slept together, they’d been close. But never skin to skin. She’d always made sure she’d huddle herself in stench, fabric and mud. Everything to keep men at bay. Even him, half a man.
And now he’d seen past her veil of self preservation, her only weapon against men; being unappealing and hidden. 
And he could not come back from that; he’d seen her.
Utstott once more proved his value and saved his skin. The white raven shot out of the reeds prompting a high pitched scream from Piglet, and a few curses, too. 
Unexposed, thanks to his otherworldly companion, Ivar managed to slither back to their camp. 
It took Piglet a while to retreat too, but it was much too fast for Ivar’s liking. His heartbeat still galloped inside his chest and he honestly didn’t know how long he could dodge eye contact without making it suspicious. 
Both his human companions seemed oblivious to Ivar’s personal hassle and as dusk set and a fire lit their campsite, he tried to maintain a blank expression and keep his eyes at the tips of his toes. 
Declining supper, Ivar drank instead. The water bag with ale was a substitute for actual nutrients and this seemed to alert Piglet’s nurturing side.
“Are you in pain?” She asked, referring to the beating he received and reached out, running her thumb right below the hollow of his eye. 
The heat from her fingers creeped into his consciousness and he willed himself to want to pull away. From her. From touch. He willed it to be unwanted, invasive. But it was not and that pained him even more. 
So, he reacted the only way he knew and smacked her hand away.
“Do not baby me, woman,” he barked and sat up, “I can take a beating, you must know, I’ve taken more than one for you.” 
She knew what he was referring to, the flogging at the Castle of de Haar that almost got him killed and left him scarred for life. 
“This is nothing,” Ivar continued, ‘nothing’, he willed, ‘all these feelings are nothing.’ 
“Nothing, you hear me Piglet?” He snapped, “I’ve had worse when you pushed me off the cart and left me to die. So don’t act like you give a damn if I’m in pain or not!”
Angered by his own vices, Ivar took the ale-filled water bag and crawled close to the fire. He draped himself inside the woolen cloak. Cocooned inside the thick fabric, he hid and drank until his tongue felt thick and pain drummed through his temples. 
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A/N: Ok… this certainly did NOT turn out how I envisioned it, but I LOVE IT. I am the biggest sucker for slowburns and to be honest a queen of slower then slow burns. And I think this chapter kickstarts the possibility of a slowburn (possibility… ha, as if I haven’t thought of that since chapter 3 of Changing Course). What’s very interesting to me, as the writer (because I can tell you I’m sitting in this rollercoaster with a few guidelines, but without a map or flashlight) to see how Ivar and Piglet’s dynamic will be. Because at one side we have a very damaged young woman who swore off on all men. And on the other side we have an emotional trainwreck of a young man who has a whole spectrum of issues. I’d also like to add that I spent most of my friday eve on googling to find the perfect way of describing a female body (smut writers, I do not know how you do it) and felt a bit of a neanderthal ‘urg naked urg’. I can’t wait to read your feedback on how Ivar handled this chapter :)
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stinfurniture · 8 months
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The Egg Chair: Combining Comfort and Style in Perfect Harmony
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cequilaimait · 6 years
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Les chroniques de Vojolakta – 13ème Aar’on (l’Impuissant) – Le Kili’an qui ne connaissait pas l’extase – 1.La mort du douzième Aar’on, dit l’Inutile.
Règle numéro un de l’Aar’on modèle : le bien de l’Humanité et des Âminêtres est plus important que tout. Jour et nuit, l’Aar’on ne peut et ne doit penser qu’aux autres, en modèle d’altruisme. Toutes ses décisions sont dictées par la raison et servent le progrès commun et les intérêts de ceux qui croient en lui.
Règle numéro un bis de l’Aar’on modèle : la règle numéro un ne s’applique que s’il n’y a pas de Kili’an dans l’équation. Dans le cas d’un Kili’an présent, rien n’a plus d’importance que ses beaux yeux verts. Dans le cas où il n’y a pas de Kili’an, l’Aar’on doit se bouger le derch et aller s’en chercher un au plus vite.
Extrait tiré du guide de bon comportement à l’usage des Aar’ons en devenir du précepteur Mathuz
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– L’Aar’on est mort ? Vive l’Aar’on ! – s’exclama l’adulte à la barbe fournie en caressant l’épaule de son protégé. Il faut que vous soyez fort, jeune homme. À partir de maintenant, l’univers vous appartient. Il faudra vous montrer digne de votre rang et poursuivre la guerre contre les Ashtars initiés par vos prédécesseurs. Enfin… évitez quand même de vous inspirer du dernier en date, sinon, ça va commencer à se voir que nous sommes des brèles. On s’est quand même tapé une sacrée mauvaise séries, ces derniers siècles… Le Belliqueux, le Malheureux, le Violeur, l’Inutile… Même si certains étaient sympas, ils n’étaient pas des lumières. En même temps, vous aurez du mal à faire pire…
– Oui, professeur… – répondit l’adolescent avec amabilité. Je ferais de mon mieux pour honorer mon rang ! Je serais digne des anciens Aar’ons dont vous m’avez si souvent parlé, marcherais dans les pas du septième et m’éloignerais du chemin prit par ses successeurs.
– Vous avez bien raison, jeune maître ! Enfin, n’oubliez pas que je ne suis que votre précepteur et que le titre de professeur ne me sied point encore ! Mais dès que j’aurais fini ma thèse sur l’Histoire des Aar’ons, je suis sûr de pouvoir enfin enseigner à l’université d’Horus ! Cela fait depuis mon enfance que j’y travaille. J’aurais mis le temps, mais grâce à ça, je pense être définitivement un des plus grands experts en la matière de tout Vojolakta. Je t’ai déjà raconté comment le Fondateur a libéré Cuchulainn à l’aide de Charles, son allié gastéropode ?
Les bras posés sur le rebord d’une fenêtre le garçon aux cheveux noirs soupira.
– Oui…
Lui, ce qu’il préférait, c’était regarder les étoiles. Ce n’était pas qu’il n’appréciait pas les histoires de son tuteur, mais le pauvre homme semblait quand même un peu gâteux. À l’écouter, c’était comme s’il avait lui-même vécu toutes les aventures qu’il pouvait bien lui raconter. Et il radotait horriblement. Depuis sa naissance quinze an auparavant, le jeune Aar’on les avait écoutées et écoutées encore des centaines de fois. Son livre de chevet avait depuis toujours été le guide de bon comportement à l’usage des Aar’ons en devenir qu’avait écrit son cher Mathuz, juste pour ses soins.
À force, il avait fini par comprendre quel était son rôle et son destin, sans pouvoir pour autant l’accepter. Quand il se regardait dans une glace, il se trouvait toujours différent. Certes, ses cheveux étaient aussi noirs que ceux de ses prédécesseurs et son Regard tout autant profonds. Pourtant, il n’était pas comme eux. Ils ne possédaient pas la rudesse, l’arrogance et la prétention de sa lignée. Lui n’était attiré que par la douceur. L’art de la guerre l’ennuyait, la poésie le passionnait. Ses tenues étaient souvent colorées et pastelles quand bien même on lui suggérait de se vêtir de manière plus sombre, comme le voulait la tradition. Son temps libre, il le passait bien plus volontiers à jouer avec les animaux de la famille – Stin et Kémi en tête – qu’à dominer les autres. Il était une véritable exception dans son lignage, Aar’on de paix et d’amour né dans un monde belliqueux et cruel.
Lui se voyait déjà le plus grand de toute sa famille, défenseur des arts et des lettres et bienfaiteur de l’Humanité. Ce qu’on attendait de sa personne était qu’il mène son armée à la victoire et qu’il libère Vojolakta du joug des oppresseurs Ashtars. Il n’avait pas demandé tout cela. Pour rien au monde, il n’aurait voulu monter sur le trône si jeune. Quinze ans à peine… Certes, c’était l’âge moyen auquel un Aar’on juvénile prenait la place du précédent, mais quand même, il trouvait cela un peu précipité. Il ne se sentait pas prêt. Malheureusement, un bête accident avait précipité les choses.
Le treizième n’avait que très peu connu son père. Comme le voulait la tradition depuis l’assassinat du sixième et de toute sa famille, les successeurs potentiels étaient élevés à l’écart de Thot et de leur géniteur. En cas d’attentat, il fallait absolument éviter que la lignée s’éteigne. Ainsi, il avait passé toute son enfance sur Aheqet, la planète réserve naturelle, aux côtés de Mathuz, nommé précepteur en vertu de sa grande expérience militaire et de ses nombreux services rendus à l’Humanité. Le petit brun avait adoré cette période de sa vie, où il avait passé son temps à apprendre, à découvrir de nouvelles choses et à rêver. Sans personne pour l’embêter et bercé par un climat calme et doux, il était resté assez chétif, pour ne pas dire maniéré. Cela n’avait fait qu’ajouter de la douceur à des traits déjà particulièrement fins et à une peau agréable au toucher.
Du coup, il n’avait rencontré le douzième qu’à de rares occasions, lors de visites ponctuelles sur Thot. L’Inutile – de son surnom – ne lui avait jamais offert beaucoup d’affection. Le vieux brun ne l’avait jamais considéré que comme un devoir accompli, et non un fils. Ayant souhaité rester vierge pour son Kili’an, il avait refusé de copuler pendant de nombreuses années. Ce ne fut qu’une fois compris qu’il ne trouverait jamais son amant, à plus de soixante ans passés, que poussé par ses ministres et conseillers, il se lança dans son entreprise de fécondation et de sauvegarde de sa lignée. La naissance de son enfant et héritier fut la première et seule réussite notable de son règne. Oui, l’Inutile était vraiment un très mauvais Aar’on.
Car en plus de n’avoir jamais mis la main sur le blond qui lui était destiné, il n’avait strictement servi à rien, malgré la longueur de son règne. La Fédération n’avait pas réalisé la moindre conquête, là où les Ashtars s’étaient emparés du huitième système viable découvert, Solgad. Certes le lieu était d’autant moins intéressant qu’on y trouvait surtout des Frécheurs, une espèce assez peu intelligente, mais quand même, cette avancée de l’ennemi avait été fortement et très négativement commenté à la télé. Pour le reste, rien. Il possédait tous les défauts de ses prédécesseurs sans en avoir les qualités : prétentieux, orgueilleux, égoïste et borné, il avait passé son temps à se faire des opposants. D’un point de vue politique, ses réformes avaient toutes étaient destructrices pour la paix et l’économie. Sa plus mauvaise décision avait sans aucun doute été sa taxe sur la sexualité. Comme lui-même semblait être condamné à dormir toutes les nuits sur la béquille faute de Kili’an avec qui copuler, il avait décidé par pure jalousie de pourrir la vie affective et charnelle des autres : tous ceux qui s’adonnaient à des jeux physiques et sensuels, qu’ils soient reproductifs ou non, se retrouvèrent obligés de verser une taxe de dix pièces d’or par minute d’action.
Si pour certain, le prélèvement ne pesait pas bien lourd, pour d’autres, il apparaissait comme un véritable trou noir financier attirant à lui toutes leurs économies sans espoir de retour. La légende racontait qu’un jeune châtain voyageant dans tout Vojolakta à dos de Galos s’était déclaré en faillite personnelle et avait juré que plus jamais, il ne viendrait en aide à un de ces « bouffons de bruns sans aucun sens des réalités dès qu’il était question de cul ». Le reste de l’anecdote s’était perdue dans les méandres de l’Histoire, et le douzième Aar’on avait régné en solitaire avec une poigne de fer sur une Fédération qui le haïssait et le méprisait.
Et c’était le petit treizième, tout gentil et aimable comme il était, qui s’était pris toute la contestation dans la tronche en guise de cadeau de bienvenue. Non, sérieusement, il aurait largement préféré que l’Inutile survive encore un peu quelques années au lieu de clamser d’une manière aussi pitoyable que celle dont il avait vécu. Le récit de ce décès avait fait le tour de la galaxie en moins de temps qu’il n’en fallait à la poste Fédérale pour faire sa tournée. En même temps, avec les grèves et l’obsolescence du service, ce n’était pas bien dur.
Le pauvre homme avait simplement fait un mauvais rêve et s’était imaginé que son Kili’an l’attendait sur Horus, enfin, après plus de soixante ans sans le moindre signe. Se réveillant en sursaut sans être capable de faire la part des choses entre réalité et songe, il s’était jeté en chemise de nuit contre une des fenêtres de ses appartements. Contre toute attente, cette dernière possédait un défaut de fabrication qui datait de la construction de Thot et que personne n’avait jamais remarqué. Du coup, le douzième réussit pleinement à faire ce qu’il souhaitait : passer à travers pour rejoindre au plus vite la terre orange au-dessus de laquelle il orbitait.
Si le manque d’air s’était rapidement fait sentir dans le vide stellaire, ce n’était pas cela qui avait coûté la vie à l’Aar’on. Confortablement protégé à l’intérieur de sa sphère focale, il avait plongé à toute vitesse vers son bien aimé. Même les frottements et la chaleur dégagée lors de son entrée dans l’atmosphère le firent doucement rigoler.
Non, le véritable et unique problème, c’était qu’il ne savait pas voler, et encore moins freiner. Ce ne fut qu’à quelques centaines de mètres du sol que le brun se rendit compte qu’il avait eu une bien mauvaise idée. Heureusement pour lui, il n’eut pas réellement le temps de souffrir. Enfin, il fut tout de même la première crêpe à régner sur Vojolakta, pendant les quelques minutes de son agonie.
Ridicule ? Non. Ironique, surtout. Car si l’idée était complètement stupide, le rêve, lui, était bien prémonitoire. Ce que l’Aar’on avait vu n’était, au final, que la pure vérité : oui, son Kili’an l’attendait bien depuis tout ce temps sur Horus !
D’ailleurs, ce fut même sur ce dernier qu’il s’écrasa, l’emportant à tout jamais dans la tombe à ses côtés, vivre une éternité de fol amour aplati.
Au final, personne ne le pleura. Un Aar’on partait pour un monde meilleur, un nouveau s’élèverait pour le remplacer. Ainsi allait la marche du monde.
Vint l’heure du voyage sur Canaan. Le treizième le fit seul. C’était la première fois que Mathuz refusait de l’accompagner quelque part. Le précepteur, au courant de tous les secrets de la Fédération, lui avait simplement indiqué le chemin mais n’avait pas lui-même voulu l’emprunter. Il y avait là-bas quelque chose qu’il ne voulait pas, ou plus, voir. Rien que de parler de cet endroit caché l’angoissait. C’était le passé de l’Humanité. Son passé à lui aussi. L’avenir, le futur, c’était Vojolakta.
Pendant son pèlerinage vers ses origines, l’Aar’on apprit beaucoup de choses. Les paroles de la Suz’an éclairent d’une lueur nouvelles certains enseignements de Mathuz et lui firent comprendre le comportement névrosé de son géniteur. Nul brun ne pouvait être forcé à vivre sans son blond. C’était bien trop cruel.
Lui-même s’y refusait. Dès son retour, plus que son intronisation qui approchait, la seule chose qui importa au jeune adolescent fut de se mettre en chasse. Il n’avait qu’une seule peur : que son promis se soit réincarné en simple bébé et qu’il doive attendre des années avant d’enfin pouvoir l’embrasser. Car c’était bien là une des règles fondamentales de l’univers qu’il avait apprise sur Canaan : l’âme du Kili’an originel se réincarnait de corps en corps. Ainsi, à la différence des Aar’ons qui étaient liés par le sang et la succession, deux blonds ne pouvaient pas exister en même temps. Il fallait forcément attendre la mort du Kili’an en titre pour que le suivant naisse. Mathuz le rassura : même si la précédente mouture de l’âme du blond légendaire venait de décéder, cela n’était pas censé empêcher la sortie un peu en avance de la nouvelle version. En toute logique, s’il existait un Aar’on dans ce monde, alors il y avait aussi forcément un Kili’an quelque part qui l’attendait. Même si ce paradoxe défiait la science, il était incontestable. Une raison pouvait forcément l’expliquer, il ne restait plus qu’à la trouver. Mais ça, ce n’était pas son boulot, il laissait donc volontiers d’autres illustres savants se pencher sur la question.
Ainsi, un jeune brun calme et joyeux qui ne rêvait que d’amour et qui se moquait du pouvoir se retrouva intronisé comme treizième Aar’on. La remise de ses insignes eut lieu sur Horus, non loin de la tombe de son prédécesseur. Comme il y avait trop de morceaux éclatés et que personne n’avait réussi à reconstituer le puzzle, il fut décidé d’ériger un mausolée directement sur le lieu du crash. Cela évitait des complications et une stupide perte de temps. La première décision du nouvel élu fut de se chercher un surnom. Le Gentil, le Tendre, le Beau Gosse, le Souriant… ce n’étaient pas les idées qui lui manquaient. Sa deuxième décision fut de reporter la première dès qu’il aurait retrouvé son Kili’an attitré, à qui il pourrait demander conseil voir même le laisser choisir. Il avait hâte. Il se sentait tellement amoureux… Oui, avec ce blond qui lui était promis à ses côtés, c’était sûr, les Ashtars allaient morfler et l’Humanité toute entière se souviendrait de lui pour l’éternité comme un des plus grands. Il s’en bidonnait d’avance. Cela allait être tout bonnement génial.
Ne restait donc plus qu’à trouver le Kili’an en question.
Ce fut le début des emmerdes.
– Euh, Mathuz… Je fais quoi, là, maintenant ? Parce que je sens bien un truc qui bat dans ma poitrine, mais… C’est vague… Ah nan, sérieusement, je ne veux pas être un Aar’on sans Kili’an ! Le dixième en est mort de chagrin, et mon prédécesseur, on a vu le résultat ! Je préfère mourir tout de suite et… Pourquoi tu me tends un gobelet vide ?
– Pour assurer votre descendance. – répondit calmement son fidèle conseiller en le fixant avec autorité. Non, parce que parti comme c’est parti, comme j’ai l’impression que le destin n’est pas tip top avec nous, je préfère assurer nos arrières et prévoir tout de suite la mise en route du prochain. Au pire, on trouvera une mère porteuse en route, mais faut assurer la lignée. Non, mais arrêtez de me regarder comme ça avec un air ahuri ! Vous prenez le gobelet de la main gauche, votre engin de la droite, vous pensez à un blond et vous secouez. Même un imbécile peut y arriver ! Vous êtes un imbécile ?
– Euh… non… – murmura le brun, particulièrement gêné. Mais euh, moi, et mon Kili’an ? Parce que quitte à choisir, j’préfère quand même vivre avec lui que mourir sans et…
–Ton Kili’an, j’en fais mon affaire ! Je connais quelqu’un qui pourrait nous aider, un ami. Maintenant que ton prédécesseur a passé l’arme à gauche, rien ne justifie plus son exil…Toi, en attendant, secoue et boucle-là !
Légèrement intimidé, le jeune Aar’on ne moufta pas. Quand son précepteur le tutoyait et abandonnait l’étiquette, c’était toujours le signe qu’il avait intérêt à se taire… Et puis, si Mathuz avait une idée, forcément, il lui ferait confiance. En même temps, ce n’était pas comme s’il avait d’autres solutions. Non, c’était plutôt une très bonne idée que de confier à ses subordonnés la tache de résoudre ses problèmes à sa place. Il était même très heureux d’y avoir pensé ! La seule chose qui le gênait dans ce plan, c’était l’obligation qui lui était faite de se tripoter. Il ne comprenait pas du tout comment cela marchait ! Lui, il était un Aar’on pur, innocent et particulièrement naïf. Ce genre de gestes lui passaient complètement au-dessus de la tête. En même temps, essayant discrètement dans sa salle de bain, il dut bien admettre que c’était quand même assez rigolo. Et quelle ne fut pas sa surprise, après plusieurs dizaines d’essais et des heures d’apprentissage, de découvrir enfin à quoi servait le verre. Sur le coup, ça lui avait fait tout drôle. Il avait l’impression d’avoir dérobé de son propre corps quelque chose qui appartenait intimement à son Kili’an. Et il ne voyait pas du tout comment cela pouvait servir à assurer sa descendance, mais bon, ce n’était pas vraiment son affaire. Il remplirait son devoir, le reste était entre les mains de ses conseillers.
Plusieurs dizaines de jours après avoir envoyé son message, Mathuz reçut enfin une réponse, qu’il s’empressa d’apporter tout sourire au brun qui régnait sur Vojolakta. Elle n’était pas signée, mais son écriture ronde et gracieuse tout comme son fond trahissaient l’identité de son auteur.
« Coucou p’tit Mathuz ! Ça fait une blinde depuis la dernière fois ! Tu vas bien ? Bon, j’ai bien reçu ta demande hein, excuse-moi d’avoir pris mon temps pour répondre, mais en fait, ça ne va pas être possible. J’suis sur un coup génial, là, j’ai décidé de fusionner deux lunes entre elle pour faire une poitrine, et de faire tourner ce machin autour d’une planète en forme de fesses. Le résultat sera monstrueux, les gens paieront une fortune pour voir ça ! Du coup, là, j’suis pas trop dispo, trop absorbé par le boulot, et j’ai besoin de rester au calme. D’ailleurs, j’ai foutu ma base arrière sur Limbo, une planète dans un système connu de moi seul, pour être un peu pénard et pour pouvoir bosser en paix à l’abri des curieux. Au passage, tu féliciteras le facteur qui m’a trouvé ! Enfin non, parce que je l’ai tué pour pas risquer de voir mes ébauches fuiter dans la presse, mais on dit souvent du mal de la poste Fédérale, alors qu’en fait, ils ont pas mal de mérite. Du coup, j’ai envoyé Éduan te porter ma réponse ! Tu peux le garder pour qu’il t’aide, il en avait de toute manière assez de voyager, il voulait rentrez chez lui ! Allez, bisous mon grand ! On s’appelle d’ici quelques générations d’Aar’on et on se fait une bouffe, promis ! »
Complètement abasourdi, le treizième soupira lourdement, les yeux plongés dans sa main. Même après plusieurs lectures, il ne comprenait toujours rien à ce charabia. On lui avait promis une solution pour retrouver son Kili’an, il se retrouvait à la place avec un Galos allongé sur son lit qui discutait avec son précepteur comme s’ils étaient de vieux amis en pleines retrouvailles. Cela n’avait strictement aucun sens.
– Je fais quoi, moi, pour trouver mon ange blond ? – demanda-t-il, frustré, en tendant sa paume ouverte devant lui. Non parce que les Kili’ans, ça a beau s’habiller souvent en vert, ce n’est pas comme les pommes, ça ne pousse pas sur les arbres !
– Calmez-vous ! – tempéra Mathuz. Mon ami nous a envoyé un héros de guerre pour nous aider, un compagnon de route du légendaire septième Aar’on ! Oui, les Galos vivent très vieux !
– Enchanté ! – ajouta Éduan. Enfin, héros, Mathuz exagère toujours un peu ! Je n’étais qu’un très jeune Galos à l’époque, et me voici maintenant presque vieillard ! J’ai beaucoup crapahuté au cours de ma vie, et il est temps pour moi de rejoindre ma chère Lug afin de dispenser mon expérience aux jeunes générations. Mais avant cela, je serais ravi de servir à nouveau un membre de la lignée brune, comme à la belle époque. Jeune homme, mes ailes sont les vôtres. Je les mets à votre disposition, jusqu’à ce que vous ayez retrouvé celui que vous cherchez !
Certes, la proposition était aimable, mais le brun n’en restait pas moins profondément déçu. ! Lui, ce qu’il désirait, c’était un indice, une direction ou chercher, une carte au trésor avec une croix dessus… pas l’aide d’un drôle d’Âminal sorti du passé. Il en piqua même sa crise, la première depuis son accès au trône.
– C’est gentil, mais… JE VEUX MON KILI’AN ! JE VEUX, JE VEUX, JE VEUX !
Tout ruisselant de larmes, l’adolescent se réfugia dans les bras de Mathuz. Il était fort triste. Son blond qu’il n’avait jamais croisé lui manquait. Il lui fallait le trouver au plus vite. Il ne savait même pas par où commencer à regarder. Il se sentait complètement nul et impuissant.
Affichant un sourire paisible et réconfortant au bout du bec, Éduan lui posa la patte sur l’épaule. Il avait une excellente nouvelle à lui adresser.
– Juste avant que je m’en aille, l’Humain qui me servait de compagnon m’a fait part de certaines de ses théories. D’après lui, il se pourrait bien que votre blond se trouve actuellement sur la planète Marama, en plein système Solzabul, le cinquième à avoir intégré notre Fédération bien aimé sous le huitième Aar’on, juste avant que le neuvième ne le cède aux Ashtars…
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stejarmasiv · 4 years
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Se adugă unei liste destul de consistente de produse din lemn cu scop didactic sau de amuzament. Am început cu Jenga, turnul instabil, am ajuns la Cuboro, pistele pentru bile metalice, Kapla, Quoridor – inteligența și jocurile de strategie, Kong Ming – jucărie inteligentă din lemn, Cribbage – jocul din lemn de pe submarine.
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Să nu uităm furorile făcute de Kendama, deși am sentimentul că s-a stins, la fel ca flama cu care a aprins interesul celor mari sau mici.
Sumblox folosește proporțiile pieselor pentru a introduce matematica în mod vizual în lumea celor mici. Stivuind cifre, dacă obținem aceeași înălțime, avem relații matematice aritmetice simple între elementele ce le compun. Copiii înțeleg mai simplu relațiile aritmetice dacă le vizualizează. Pentru că vorbim despre lemn, aplic aceeași metodă în cazul cubajului. Un metru cub de scândură de 25 de mm are o suprafață de circa 40 de mp și vizualizez un cub de 1x1x1 pe care-l ”feliez” orizontal în 40 de straturi. La 5 cm grosime obținem 20 de mp, în cazul poștei de lemn.
Pare ciudat că nu l-am întâlnit până acum, face parte din gama de produse asociate metodei Montessori, însă nu este ieftin. Prețul la care se comercializează Sumblox în România duce un set la câteva sute de lei. Am văzut cutii adaptate pieței franceze, germane, deci are o răspândire apreciabilă. Compania care-l produce este în Utah, USA și se pare că succesul comercial este justificat de aprecierea reală în educația copiilor. Piesele sunt fabricate din fag, iar prelucrarea implică neapărat un CNC.
Ne apropiem de începutul anului școlar 2020-2021, școala va arăta într-un fel de neînchipuit. Aș face un salt în viitor să văd ce părere avem peste 5 ani despre perioada de acum, și bănuiesc că vom zâmbi amar gândindu-ne cum bâjbâiam după soluții fără să cunoaștem textul problemei reale.
Părinții trebuie să se implice în educație, mai ales în clasele primare. Jocurile instructive, cum este Sumblox, pot ajuta într-o fază emergentă. Piesele de domino au fost în familia mea un subiect apreciat, deși a trecut repede. Dexteritatea de a le așeza în șiruri ce vor cădea a fost pusă la încercare, iar greșelile frustrante care năruiau speranțe construite pe jumătate au dus la abandon prematur.
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Alegeți să deschideți fereastra inteligenței corelând vizualizarea cu cifrele scrise. Este fantastic de important să ne imaginăm, să vedem cu ochii aplicabilitatea calculelor.
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It is ergonomically designed to provide support and comfort
Its design offers versatility and a wide range of colors and fabrics to choose from
It adds a unique touch to the living space
It is an investment that is likely to appreciate in value over time
It is easy to clean and maintain.
Stin is a furniture company that offers high-quality and stylish furniture for your home. One of their most popular products is the iconic Arne Jacobsen Egg Chair. This chair is not only a beautiful addition to any room but also a smart investment for your home's long-term value. Its timeless design means that it will never go out of style, making it a great choice for anyone looking for a classic piece that will last for many years to come. Additionally, the chair is made with high-quality materials that are built to withstand the test of time, ensuring that it will still look and function like new even after many years of use. Overall, investing in an iconic Arne Jacobsen Egg Chair from Stin is a smart choice for anyone looking for both style and durability in their home furniture.
In conclusion, investing in a Stin egg chair is a wise decision for any homeowner looking to add long-term value to their living space. With its high-quality materials and expert craftsmanship, this chair is built to last and provides both comfort and durability for years to come. Its versatility also ensures that it seamlessly fits into a range of interior design styles, making it a statement piece that will never go out of style. A Stin egg chair not only adds sophistication to your home but also serves as an investment in your future. It is definitely a smart choice for anyone who wants to enhance the aesthetics and functionality of their living space.
For more information about Charles Eames Lounge Chair visit STIN
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CPSA 250: Individual Capstone Final Reflection Christina Devine 1) What was the most challenging aspect of completing your project, and why? (This might be technical aspects, time constraints, problems that arose, etc.—be honest, this is your space to reflect!) In complete honesty, the most difficult aspect of my project was the actual sewing. I can pin, I can do a straight stitch, I can work a sewing machine, but working with satin and trying to figure out how to overcast, or serge without a serger was very difficult. Putting together pieces of cloth in the shape of a garment trying to figure out how to lay things out, which order to sew everything, it was very difficult. I realized, although I may be able to sew a piece together, I have some things to learn before my pieces are really wearable. I even sewed the wrong sides together once and had to seam rip! 2) Looking at your learning agreement(s) on ELMS, how do you think you succeeded (or not) in completing your Learning Objectives? Which ones did you fulfill? Which ones did you not fulfill? Why? My project has changed a bit since my final learning agreement, these changes can be seen via a tumblr post that updates my project. I hit many of my goals, but not all of them. Some of my week-to-week goals changed as I realized some projects were harder than others and as I scrapped a few of my pieces. Some items I started to make ended up not making it to the final line up because they were not up to the standard I wanted and knew they could be. I pushed back a lot of my goals and since my project changed from complete looks to pieces I was able to still fit in everything I wanted and meet the important due date: ArtsFest! 3) What were the most helpful aspects of the (semi) weekly class meetings?What would you like to see added or subtracted for next year? I think the weekly sessions were helpful to catch up on important information and stay up to date on our peers assignments. I think the amount of class meetings was appropriate, not holding class some weeks allowed me to dedicate my wednesdays to sewing, sketching, or hunting for material. It is possible we could have used a day or two more with no in-class meetings, but in reality the amount of meetings was probably necessary. The tumblr assignment was really neat to see others projects and streams, but the timing made it sort of awkward because you had to wait for others to post in order to respond and really complete the assignment. Overall, I think the class was helpful to talk about our projects and important dates and assignments coming up, but it would be helpful to possibly have one more “working day” for students to work on their projects. 4) What part of the project were you most proud of? Why? I was most proud of my satin set and my blue lightning bolt jacket. I am proud of the jacket because it is the most wearable item and is also very representative of the collection. I was able to incorporate the help of my friend who is an artist on the bolt and have fun with patches, something I find really cool. I loved the stin set because it was really difficult and I am just proud it is finished and that I could even wear it. I love the way the dark grey satin on satin looks and styling the look was so much fun for the lookbook. 5) What part of the project would you have changed if you could? Why? I probably would have changed where I went to get fabrics. I would have loved to have gone to Mood Fabrics in New York again. G Street was nice but it did not have nearly the same quality and quantity in their selection. It also would have been so great to go to New York City again I have not been since the summer and I love going. It would have been so nice to do this but it just did not work out due to timing and schedules. It did not make a huge difference since I ended up making half of my items from thrifted pieces, but it still would have been great to see a larger quantity and have a better selection. 6) If you had to offer advice to next year’s Capstone students, what would it be? The advice I shared with the first years I spoke with at ArtsFest and Academic Showcase, as well as in general or in Workshop, was “pick something you're passionate about and make it manageable.” I think this is so important for two reasons. For one, you should produce a project that makes you smile and makes you proud. After two years in a program it is important to create an end project that you have fun doing and represents you. On the other hand, do not get carried away with this and make your project unmanageable. This can overwhelm you and take away from how great your project and this experience is.
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Why egg chair is a Smart Choice for Your Home's Long-Term Value
If you're looking for a piece of furniture that offers both style and longevity, the egg chair is an excellent option to consider. Originally designed in the 1950s by Arne Jacobsen, this iconic chair has stood the test of time and remains a popular choice for modern homes. With its sleek, curvaceous design and comfortable seating, the egg chair is not only visually appealing but also practical. In this blog post, we'll explore why the egg chair is a smart choice for your home's long-term value. From its durability and versatility to its timeless design, we'll highlight the many benefits that make the egg chair a worthwhile investment for any homeowner.
Stin egg chair is a timeless and stylish piece of furniture that is perfect for adding a touch of elegance to any home. This iconic chair has remained popular for decades due to its unique, futuristic design and exceptional comfort. But beyond its aesthetic appeal lies the egg chair's functionality and durability, making it a smart investment for any homeowner looking to add long-term value to their living space. The egg chair's high-quality materials and expert craftsmanship ensure it can withstand the test of time, providing both comfort and durability for years to come. Additionally, the egg chair's versatility allows it to fit seamlessly into a range of interior design styles, making it a smart choice for any home looking to incorporate a stylish and functional statement piece. Investing in a Stin egg chair is not only a smart choice for your home's long-term value, but it also adds a touch of sophistication to your living space that will never go out of style.
It is ergonomically designed to provide support and comfort
Its design offers versatility and a wide range of colors and fabrics to choose from
It adds a unique touch to the living space
It is an investment that is likely to appreciate in value over time
It is easy to clean and maintain.
Stin is a furniture company that offers high-quality and stylish furniture for your home. One of their most popular products is the iconic Arne Jacobsen Egg Chair. This chair is not only a beautiful addition to any room but also a smart investment for your home's long-term value. Its timeless design means that it will never go out of style, making it a great choice for anyone looking for a classic piece that will last for many years to come. Additionally, the chair is made with high-quality materials that are built to withstand the test of time, ensuring that it will still look and function like new even after many years of use. Overall, investing in an iconic Arne Jacobsen Egg Chair from Stin is a smart choice for anyone looking for both style and durability in their home furniture.
In conclusion, investing in a Stin egg chair is a wise decision for any homeowner looking to add long-term value to their living space. With its high-quality materials and expert craftsmanship, this chair is built to last and provides both comfort and durability for years to come. Its versatility also ensures that it seamlessly fits into a range of interior design styles, making it a statement piece that will never go out of style. A Stin egg chair not only adds sophistication to your home but also serves as an investment in your future. It is definitely a smart choice for anyone who wants to enhance the aesthetics and functionality of their living space.
For more information about Charles Eames Lounge Chair visit STIN
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