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jungkook: time to tease hyungs
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it’s called the fellowship because they help each other out :)
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Heyri Art Valley in Corea del Sud https://www.design-miss.com/heyri-art-valley-in-corea-del-sud/ Circa quattrocento artisti coreani di diverse discipline vivono vicino Paju, in Corea del Sud, nella Heyri Art Valley, una città culturale creata ad hoc nella quale si trovano laboratori, gallerie d’arte e […]
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Little later than expected because I feel like shiiit. And, I know. "What's new?" But at the moment I mean physically. Regardless, here's ya dang story:
Tags: NSFW, S.M.U.T., genie, poor game design
(Story Index)
Figure the app out
“Well,” you say with a sigh, “I can’t read any ancient languages, so can you just help me out here?”
“Oh duh. Sorry about that, master. Old habits die hard, even if said habits are a few millennia old. We’re currently speaking… ah, yes! English! Easy peezy squeezy my buttcheeks. There you go.”
You look at your phone again. The mass of text bubbles all over the screen are now written in English. It’s still… a lot of nonsense.
“Just point me to the important parts?”
“Of course! Let’s just make you a little more comfortable.”
By the time she finishes the sentence, you’re in your room, sitting on the edge of your bed with Joy pressing her chest into your back. She reaches over your shoulders and speaks softly into your ear as she taps your phone.
“So here we have your Harem Hub, which is where you’ll be spending a decent amount of time swapping back and forth between screens. Where you’ll be spending most of your time…”
Joy touches an image of a tower with gold coins spilling out of it.
“… is here, in your Inventory—it’s called that because you own the people in your harem like they’re inanimate possessions—, where you can organize, sort, search, and summon the members of your harem as desired. As you can see, it’s currently empty, so let’s go back to the Harem Hub.”
While Joy pokes around with one hand, the other is softly rubbing your shoulder. It’s quite relaxing. Come to think of it, you are a little tired.
“Right in the center of the Harem Hub is the Summoning Portal, which summons anime girls to your Inventory, not into the real world, which is a different kind of summoning. Let’s give it a try now and see who you get!”
Before you can do anything yourself, Joy taps the portal and the app begins a series of over the top animations of overlapping summoning circles and colorful overlays. About fifteen seconds later, a naked anime girl with a pitch black hime haircut, nearly black eyes, and rather small breasts flashes on screen. She looks like pretty much every other anime character being drawn these days.
Joy gasps very dramatically, “Oh my gosh, master! You got Anecha on your first try! But she… she’s a Super Rare! You only had a zero point three percent chance of that happening! She’s from the mythical land of Sorgania, and she’s a hybrid of all three class archetypes, able to spec into any skill tree you want! She’s one of—if not the—most versatile girls you can get!”
“That’s cool,” you mutter, “Can we summon her and get fucking?”
“Oh master, you’re so funny. You can’t summon a character naked.”
“But, the whole point is to have sex with her…”
“Well yeah, but when you’re not having sex with her, she’s going to be questing! We’ll get to that in a minute. First, check it out. She was just the rarest of your summons for this pull,” Joy wraps her legs around you, fully bear hugging you from behind while she yammers on, “You also got Heyri, Emi, Bonnie, and Magz. That will make for a pretty balanced party, though you can expect Anecha to handle basically everything on her own until you get to World 4, at least. Obviously though, we need to go back to tow—I mean the Harem Hub to purchase some basic equipment. No, not that shop. That’s the cash shop where you can get more summoning shards. Right here, at the Blacksmith. You’ll want to equip Anecha first to make the first few quests as easy as possible, and you’ve got all these coins ready to go, so… Oh, fantastic! Tim has lava katanas in stock, so we absolutely have to take advantage of that in the next two minutes. We better make sure some of your other girls can benefit from those stats though, so if we check the party status screen you can see their preferred stats are highlighted in gold. It looks like Emi prefers Gumption, so a lava katana is—”
Joy’s words fade into the ether and your eyes drift shut. She’s so warm, holding you like this…
“… and that’s why you always save up your electrum ingots. You don’t want to be willy-nilly turning those into…”
“… obviously, but don’t forget that any skill cooldown can be refreshed by…”
“… back from the arena! We should go congratulate her for defeating the sand kraken, because that will bump up the congratulatory meter. Sometimes you want to hold back though, since doing it too often will give diminishing returns…”
You’re woken up by the sound of squawking birds outside and sunlight blasting your eyes through the window. You’re on your back, legs hanging off the bed. Looking to the side, you see Joy, still naked and hunched over, tapping your phone. “I know it’s labeled as a PVP mode, but since the magic is actually built into you and not the app, that’s not actually a thing. The other players’ names and teams are just randomly generated but slightly optimized versions of your own builds so that you get an idea for what’s actually possible when you spend your gems properly.”
With a yawn, you sit up, make note of your own nudity, and flinch back as you nearly headbutt a new stranger standing at the foot of your bed. “What the fu—who are you?!”
It’s a woman, wearing a skimpy purple bikini with silver trim and blue ribbons hanging off of it. Her hair and fairly large eyes are dark, midnight black. Despite the fact that she’s holding what definitely appears to be a katana made out of lava, she looks a little bit nervous. “S-sorry, master. She,” she points at Joy, who is paying you no mind, ”um, she told me to stand here and wait after summoning me…”
You look her up and down. She’s… taller than you thought she’d be, and her face is a little rounder than it had looked in the image. That picture didn’t do her pouty lower lip or her flared out hip any amount of justice. “Anecha?”
“Sorry, master. It’s pronounced ‘AH-neck-ah,’ but… No, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t correct you. Sorry.”
Options:
Um, it’s the morning now. You need to go to work already. You’re probably late.
Responsibilities can wait because they’re for losers. Get a blowjob from Anecha.
Take that sword from her and mess around (safely). It’s so awesome!
Joy called Anecha "the most versatile." Fuck her while you jerk off her futa cock all over Joy’s face.
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'Allah'ım tüm hayırlı işlerimi zorlaştırma, kolaylaştır. İlmimi artırarak, yapacağım işlerin bana ve çevreme faydalı olmasını eyle ve işlerimi en hayırlı şekilde sonuçlandır.' 🌹
Rabbi yessir vela tüessir Sehlil aleyna bi fadlika ye müyessir Rabbi zidne ilmen ve fehmen nafian ve temmim bil heyri.'
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The Fallen world, this location is called The Heyris Mountain, a small post for travelers is now open, welcome to the new world :D
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Frá þögn Rauma grund hefr þessi ætt komið
Frá þǫgn Rauma grund hefr þessi ætt komið, en hvað mun koma? Ég mun draga Njǫrðs æri gegnum fimbulvetrinn, þessa orms nótt, en allstaðar leynast ill augu hins ljúgandi, hins hvíslandi. Skýjar slóð, er það þitt ríki? Ýmis niðr halda krǫftum sínum ok senda Fáfnis hvíta gall frá háum stǫðum í þeirra skýjuðu hǫllum. Landvættir ok svartálfar drekahǫfuðsins, ǫndrgoðs fóstra handbendi, leynist í snjónum með ær ok ill brúna undirstǫll. Morðhaukir, Fenris kindir, manna dólgr, álvar ok óséðir andar, frá ykkr hefr aldrei fengist hjálp. Eins ok ljár hafa skýja grjót hokgið niðr vonir oss um endalok draum-Njǫrun ok sǫkkt oss manna sjót dýpra ok dýpra inn í orma nóttina. Linna leitis, Marnar barna þverrir ok hlunnviggs gæti-Njǫrðr, skaparar þessa kyns, hafa Ragnarǫk loks byrjað? Mun líf á Iðavǫllum sárlega vera brennt burt af hlíðar þangs bitsótt? Sá átta ok einnar mæðra mǫgr endinn koma. Hve hátt heyrðist í ljótir Fornjóts synir. Gerðir þú það, ǫrvar áss? Gegnum vægðarlausa kalda sundvǫrpuði í hrafns ævinni úti hefr Haddingja vals hrókr hvíslað orð frá fjarlægum Hræsvelg með sínum vindórum. Rauð eggjar falla frá hans valvǫndr sverð ok sǫkkva aftr niðr á þennan dimma, frosna undirheim. Enn eitrar illr munnr drekans rætr hins bjarta, lifandi Yggdrasils. Þetta finn ék, þetta man ék, þetta sá ék í draumum við tveggja daga miðlegg. Ék heyri orð frá dauðum grunda dǫglingrglamma ferða trǫð, þar sem Loka mær gefr Níðhǫggi gamalt guldum galga valdi Gauts tafn sem skolaði á fjarlægt svart land illsku ok svika. Úlfs faðir, þinn illsti vilji var aldrei skilinn af Njǫrðungum! Tveggja bági, þú beist ekki bara eina hǫnd.
[ENGLISH - From the silence of wooden lands this family has come]
From the silence of wooden lands this family has come, but what lies ahead? I shall bring this family through the Fimbulvetr but everywhere lurks the evil eyes of the lying one, of the whispering one. Air, is that your kingdom? Giants keep up their power and send the white death from high homesteads of their clouded sky. Landvættir and Svartálfar of the dragon's head, Giants helpers, you lurk from afar through the white with mad and evil eyes. Ravens, Wolfs, Álvar and invisible spirits, from you help has never been given. Like a scythe have storms cut down our hope for an end of this dark season and let our farm fall deeper and deeper into the white. Njǫrðr, Þórr and Freyr, creators of this kin, has Ragnarǫkr finally begun? Will life at Iðavellir painfully be burned down by fire? Did Heimdallr see the end come? How loud the song of storms is. Did you made it, Ullr? For long nights, through severe cold storms in the darkness outside, Nidhǫggr has whispered words from far away Hræsvelgr with his wings. Red, dead bodies fall from his blades and sink down, back to this gloomy frozen underworld. Still his dragon's evil mouth poisons the roots of glowing, living Yggdrasill. This I can feel, this I remember, this I saw in dreams at night. I can hear words from a dead kingdom, where a rotten Queen gives Nidhǫggr old flesh from bodies that were washed on to a far and black shore of evil and deceit. Loptr, your most evil will has never been understood by good men! Fenrisúlfr, you bit not but one hand.
#Árstíðir lífsins#Arstidir Lifsins#Black Metal#Pagan Black Metal#International#Iceland#Germany#Bandcamp
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🗃️ and 🎫 for the selfship lore ask game !!
🗃️ - alternatively, do you have tons of s/i lore or just wing it on the spot?
It depends! The ones that I've actually put some effort into developing may have tons (YMMV). RP is probably the most efficient lore-building method, so the ones I've RP'd as will have more lore than ones I haven't. By extension this means the unnamed ones are way less developed.
🎫 - free pass! tell a fun self ship lore fact or just talk about anything of it that comes to mind.
Well since I'm currently working on the new star wars SI I'm gonna share my silly naming scheme. Basically I grabbed all known Firrerreo names and then I mangled them to look more Finnish because, hrm, well, y'know how Teräs Käsi is literally Finnish words (steel hand), and since Teräs Käsi was developed on Bunduki I'm making the executive decision that the Bunduki language is similar to Finnish and Bunduki incidentially happens to be sort of close to Firrerre so I'm also making the executive decision that there are now some Firrerreo on Bunduki and my sona is one of them. Anyway. The best looking names, I left out ones I didn't like even mangled:
Sisseri - fine as-is
Hethrir - Hedri, Hetri, Herri, Heyri, Heri
Quire - Kuire
Rillao - technically fine as-is but a bit too recognizable imo
Tantos - Tantto
Tigris - Tikri, Tikla
I'll poke at these and squeeze together a name I dig :')
Thanks for asking!
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Haust (Autumn) - Icelandic to English
Autumn descends upon the earth,
descends upon fading lands.
The beautiful summer has retreated
from the mountains and sea and sands
the sky concealed behind clouds
a quiet breeze caresses my face,
whispering to the leaves and the flowers:
"Close your eyes, rest for a space."
I hear the plover telling
his beloved abode goodbye.
His lonely voice echoes
deep inside my mind.
The autumn night obscures my heart,
no comfort there to be seen.
The beautiful summer has retreated,
retreated forever from me.
(poem by Unnur B. Bjarklind/Hulda, 1909 // translated by me)
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Haustið er hnígið á foldu,
hnígið á bliknandi lönd.
Sumarið fagra er flúið
af fjöllum og hafi og strönd
himinn er hulinn skýjum,
hljótt strýkur gola um kinn,
hvíslar að blöðum og blómum:
"Blundið og hvílist um sinn."
Heiðlóu heyri ég kveðja
hjartkæra bústaðinn sinn.
Rödd hennar einmana ómar
innst inn í huga minn.
Haustnótt í hjarta mér skyggir,
huggun það alls enga sér.
Sumarið fagra er flúið,
flúið um eilífð frá mér.
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Watch "Walk in Paju Heyri Art Valley after Rain, Korea #shorts" on YouTube
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Ég geng í frumskóginum í nokkra klukkutíma. Það er ekki auðvelt að komast áfram því það eru svo margar plöntur alls staðar. Loksins finn ég það sem ég var að leita að. Flak risastórs geimskips í miðjum skóginum. Það er eins hátt og skýjakljúfur en þakið gróðri. Það hlýtur að hafa verið hér mjög lengi. Ég býst ekki við það að finna neinn þarna inni en mig langar samt að kanna það.
Ég finn opna hurð á hliðinni á skipinu. Um leið og ég stíg inn í það kvikna öll ljósin sjálfkrafa. Alls konar skordýr flýja á augabragði. Þessi staður er örugglega yfirgefinn. Margar dyr opnast ekki lengur. Ég get bara farið þangað sem þær eru nú þegar opnar. Eftir smástund kem ég í flugstjórnarklefann. Aðaltölvan virkar enn. Það er landakort á skjánum, með krossi í miðjunni. Kannski var það staðurinn sem geimskipið stefndi? En mér finnst eitthvað dularfullt: krossinn er í hafinu.
Allt í einu heyri ég gnýr í fjarska: eldfjallið fer að gjósa! Ég skrifa niður hnitin sem eru á skjánum og flýti mér út úr skipinu. Ég hleyp eins hratt og ég get í gegnum skóginn að skipinu mínu. Ég fer í loftið rétt þegar hraunið nær til jarðar undir því!
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sálartetur er gríðarlega ljótt orð. fer hrollur um mig þegar ég heyri orðið "tetur"
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YEAHHHDHHDHDHDUDJD FUCJ YEAHHHHHH YEHAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHGGGHGHJJJWU3YEG
Heyry
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Margt breytist fyrir orð völvanna
Margt breytist fyrir orð vǫlvanna. Margt, jafnvel allt. Hve furðuleg eru ǫrlǫg mannanna sem lenda á vegum sem þeir ætluðu aldrei að fara! Hvers lags óvæntum leiðum þarf maðr að venjast að ganga á? Gamlar skuldir frá tíma afa míns klifra aftr upp til jarðar hárs. Landið, land mitt, goða Þrúðvaldr ok Nirði tileinkaðr fjǫrðr var tekinn af mér. Hann var tekinn á Alþinginu. Systir afa var skuldbundin í gamla Noregi ok við vorum þá hin síðustu af bǫlvaðri ætt hennar. Land þurfti að gefa fyrir land og með stuðningi fárra goða þurfti að gefa réttlæti fyrir óréttlæti. Mannahamrar voru aldrei traustverðir sagði faðir minn mér eitt sinn. Ok hve rétt þat var! Við lifðum hér í sælu með ǫllum nágrǫnnunum í fjǫrðunum sínum. Handan bergsala, já, þar voru svik úlfs fǫðr ekki fjarlæg. En af hverju dvǫldu þau þá ekki lengr í hlǫðvinjar myrkbeina? Margir hauga herrar verða að breytast í steina ok munu brotnir í mola til að gefa heiminum jafnvægi sitt aftr! Ek heyri manna dolga hlátr bergmála í dalnum. Erum ekki lengr heima, dæmd á hausti þessa gamla árs. Sólina myrkvaði fyrir hálfmánuði. Eru mennirnir verk Hropts magana eða eru goðin mannaverk? Hví stóð enginn ragna reinvári mér við hlið? Hver tekr Þórs víf, hvers lags svarta bjargalfr, hvers lags urðar þjótr? Býli sem í tvær kynslóðir var ræktað fyrir þursa þjóðar sjót, yfirgefið verðr þat hér eftir. Við siglum burt með knarrar skeið, marrandi vegna eigna heilla Njǫrðunga. Mikið var gefið ok margt skilið eftir. Við siglum áfram meðfram endalausum svǫrtum strǫndum, sjáum óendanlega hvíta hvelið yfir þeim og fǫrum um suðlæga hornið. Burt, burt til jarðar skarð hafi slétt vestrsins. Burt til hlýs vors strandlengjunnar sem spýtir brennisteinshita frá djúpi Surts. Enn gefr þú varma, dreki! Þú, dreki undirheimanna!
[ENGLISH - Much is changed by the doings of the Norns]
Much is changed by the doings of the Norns. Much, maybe everything. Fate is inexorable. Struggles from my grandfather's time have surfaced again and my land, this fjord dedicated to Þórr and Njǫrðr, was taken from me on the Alþing. My grandfather's sister's debts in the old country fell upon us, the last living relatives of her cursed family. Land had to be given for land, wrong had to be rightened. As my father once said, one should never trust in man's doings. And right he was. We lived happily here among our neighbours' fjords. But across the mountains, Loki's treachery did linger. Why did it not stay there? Many trolls have to turn to stone and be destroyed! Across the valley, I hear the giants' laughter. Exiled we are, damnes in the autumn of this year with winter approaching. Is man the creation of the gods? Or are the gods creations of man? Why did no god assist me? Who takes my land? What dark elves, what cruel Landvættir? A farm, a home built over two generations, now lies abandoned. On ships creaking under the possessions of our family we leave. Much is lost, much left behind. We sail past long black beaches, gaze at the white summits above them and sail around the horn of the south, towards the western fjords. Towards warm springs, spitting sulphur from the depths of Surtr. Warmth you give nevertheless, dragon, you dragon of the underworld!
#Arstidir Lifsins#Árstíðir lífsins#Black Metal#Pagan Black Metal#International#Iceland#Germany#Bandcamp
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