Anich17 - A

I just can't. This joke translates into Russian TOO WELL

based off a dumb discord conversation

Betrayal

Morozko from the 1924 russian movie "Morozko" by Yuri Zhelyabuzhskiy.

Morozko (Grandfather Frost) is a spirit of frost or sometimes a wizard of winter. Since the 19th century this character has changed, and now he is a symbol of the New Year holiday. Morozko is similar to Santa Claus in his modern role in russian culture.

Honestly, I made this post only to promote the movie. You must see it, it's good. Morozko of 1924 is a silent movie, you can just read the tale to understand what is happening on the screen. The movie is basically a horror (but not really scary, not in modern sense at least), and the plot of the movie is closer to the fairy tale than the plot of the 1964 version.

Pro:

it's a movie adaptation of the fairy tale

it's a horror

Morozko!

actually interesting to watch

it's just 35 minutes long

authentical folk costumes from a century ago

wedding (the wedding song is a banger!)

There are no cons. Just watch it! :)

i’ve been thinking about this video nonstop since the first time i saw it

the jaunty walk perfectly in time with the music. the tip of the hat the unaware or uncaring bystanders. the shaky camera with random zooming. the fact that this is seemingly happening in a park. this is peak media i can’t get over it

A few crazy memes 'cause i love it

My all time favorite animal. The red-bearded vulture.

The bearded vulture, or lammergeier, lives on a steady diet of bones (more specifically the marrow) and dyes its own feathers blood red.

Bearded vultures come in various shades, from pure white to orange-red. Soils stained with iron oxide give the birds their fiery appearance. Lammergeiers apply the dirt with their claws and then preen for about an hour to ensure a bright orange/red glow. They are also attracted to other red things, like leaves and red wood. Captive birds also partake in this behavior, which suggests the activity is instinctual, not learned.

The soil doesn’t have any practical purposes; it certainly doesn’t make for good camouflage (though the birds have no natural predators anyway). Scientists have noticed that the birds’ age and size are directly correlated to the intensity of color. It is theorized that the hue is a status symbol. More soiled feathers indicates that the lammergeier had the time and resources to find an adequate place to bathe; the brightest-colored vultures should have the most territory and knowledge of their surroundings. Interestingly, these baths are done in secret, so most of the information gathered has been through spying on captive birds.

Bearded Vultures are most commonly monogamous, and breed once a year. Sometimes, especially in certain areas of Spain and France, bachelor lammergeiers will join a pre-existing couple to create a polyandrous trio. Females accept secondary mates because it increases the chances of producing offspring and doubles her protection. The birds usually don’t lay more than three eggs, so they can use all the help they can get.

These giant birds can grow up to 4 feet tall. They have a wingspan between 7 and 9 feet and usually weigh around 10 to 15 pounds.

In other words, this bird is awesome and I love it forever.

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arcane + receiving bjs

cw: smut, fem!plus sized reader, muzzling (finn's), touch-starved, virgin bjs (viktor)

Vander

Warm, calloused hands cup your cheeks the moment your tongue laps at the pearling bead of cum on his tip. His breathing is slow, thumbs smooth over the soft skin. His cock is very thick with swollen, round balls--he's not stupid, he knows he's big. He's in no rush for you to take him, he wants you to go at your own pace though he can't hide how he's very visibly throbbing and twitching as cum leaks from his tip, pooling down onto your waiting tongue.

The moment you actually, fully take him as far as you're able his body has tensed up. He's white-knuckling his worn-down chair with one hand while the other rakes through his short slicked-back hair. He hates how quickly you make him cum, he hasn't had the privilege of a girlfriend in a very long time much less a pretty mouth to empty his load down all the while cooing sweet praises.

"'Atta girl, take every last dop down that cute throat of yours. That's a good girl, my pretty girl. Did so fucking well, darl. Gonna make me cum again just by looking at ya. Open your mouth, let me see. Swallowed it all already? C'mere, darl, it's your turn."

Silco

Sucking him off or having him eat you out hadn't been a bridge you'd yet crossed in your relationship. You had both left your interactions as soft, quick kisses or lingering touches. You'd place your palm to his chest, leaning up to press a feather-light kiss to his scarred jawline tjat would leave him flustered. He would often hold you by your waist, a guiding hand on your elbow pulling you away from an unimportant conversation, or even secure his hand at your lower back.The want to please him in such a way had been there and one day, you decided to bite down your fear and go for it.

You approached him at his desk, where he mindlessly signed his signature on new contracts and fees for other buildings that he had now come to own. You say nothing as you crawl beneath his desk despite feeling his duo-eyes burn into your back. Your hand slides up his thigh, rubbing at his pelvic bone. "May I?" You ask softly. With a rather stunned expression, mouth slightly ajar Silco nods. You undo his zip with newfound confidence.

"Gods," Silco moans head falling back against his chair hips stuttering when you take him all the way back to your throat. It's so tight and hot and went, he can't think properly not when you suck him off so well. His hands pet your hair softly and he spares a glance at you and cums on the spot, your pretty siren-like eyes staring up at him in awe through your lashes. He moans out a grunt when you swallow around him, drinking down every drop before slowly pulling away and opening your mouth at him. He smirks. "What a naughty girl you are, dear. My precious darling. Thank you for that... Come, sit on top of the desk. Part those delicious thighs for me. I believe it is my turn to repay the favour."

Finn

"Since all you do is run your mouth, maybe this will help keep you quiet." You grin, procuring out a black muzzle. A silver bar runs through the center of it, something for him to bite down on. You fix the muzzle onto his, pearly white teeth bared down on the metal bar. His bright eyes are wild, narrowed and staring you down. The bare expanse of his tattooed chest is heaving and you haven't even touched where he needs you the most.

Heavy, large cock pressed tight to his previously loose-fitted pants. Precum stains the fabric, definitely knowing he's messy beneath and absolutely dripping with anticipation. Finn lets loose a shaky breath the moment you circle your finger along the curve of his cock before freeing him of his materialistic confines. His massive girth falls out thudding to his stomach, soaked with precum as expected.

Finn is not able to make much noise with the bar clenched between his teeth. Only able to communicate that things feel good through strained moans, broken off whines, and the stutter of his hips as he pushes more of his thick cock down your throat. He lives for the way he feels your mouth constrict around him and the soft choked gags you make when he thrusts too far. It doesn't take him long to cum with a strangled cry, whining meekly when you continue to suck to the point of overstimulation. You remove the muzzle from him, giggling at the way saliva coats the bar and clings to his lips. He looked positively fucked out already.

Viktor

I'm sorry, you want to what? He assures you he doesn't need that sort of stimulation, as erotic as though as it may be, he has work to do. Your solution? Suck him off in the lab of course! :] If he can't leave his work, you'll come to him.

He absolutely can't help but stare at you the moment you pull his achingly hard cock from his trousers. Your touch is warm and extremely gentle. He'll never admit he's often thought of this and to see your small hands wrapped around his long cock, the sight alone sends arousal pooling in his belly. Ropes of precum already sliding down his head to his shaft.

Your tongue feels absolutely delightful. Viktor can't possibly think about the Hexcore, not when you're sucking him off so diligently. You're all the way down on his length, nose tickling the soft auburn hairs at the base and your free hand is so tenderly stroking his braced leg. Every bob of your head makes your tits bounce beneath the white blouse you'd been gifted for your birthday. All Viktor can do is arch his hips forward and press his hand gently to the back of your head, encouraging you to keep sucking.

"Oh, dear, that is so good. Your mouth is so hot and wet. I'm going to cum soon. Will you swallow for me? You've taken me so well, I'm so grateful. You look delicious like this-- all for me. That's it, take me all the way. Oh, fuck, princess."

Jayce

Pretty dumb boy loses all train of thought the moment your pretty lips wrap around the head of his cock. Your breasts all but falling out of the cups of your bra, he can't help himself but to reach down and grab a handful and squeezes.

The slurping noises are so fucking obscene, Jayce is doing all he can to keep this image of you ingrained in his memory for future use. He's stroking your hair, no matter the length he's helping you hold it back by using his hands as a makeshift hairtie. He's doing little micro thrusts into your mouth, drunk on the way you take him deep in your throat. A few more strokes and he's cumming with a loud shout of your name.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, baby. So fucking good, so fucking good." He's babbling, spit dribbling down his chin, his voice is embarrassingly high. Rolling his hips against your face, he takes to fucking himself into your mouth just a bit more til he's cumming hard. Your name graces his lips as he continues to pump his cum down your throat. His cock is twitching, burning with the raw bite of overstimulation gathering any cum that spills out on his thumb and pushing it back into your mouth. "Good fucking girl, my pretty baby. C'mere, c'mere gimme a kiss. Want your mouth on mine, fuck."