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 You wanna turn something on? Well, I'm right here you sexy bitch!
The Judge and Coyle from Outlast Trials. Their lines to each other give me life <3
He's successfully saved her from the criminals attempting to thwart the courthouse trial. He's just making sure she gets home safe! And will definitely not ask for payment for his fine protection, no sir. He's not that kind of guy! It was his duty and obligation to see to it that Justice was carried out. His pleasure, really. Besides, he knows she'll be happily offering.
Stockholm's a bitch.
take it.
THIS IS A FREE DOWNLOADABLE PDF OF THE BOOK BTW you don’t have to pay for it!!
since the link about is fucking dead, i took the liberty to provide a better one. You’ll need to copy and paste the passphrase, though >> kitten-mutual-refinance
Kinktober Day 5 - Collaring I adore blafka and not even in a toxic way. I think there's a lot of trust between them and I love them a lot.
Kinktober day 3 - Boot worship Minthara from BG3 the angle was a challenge but i think it turned out nice in the end. Day 2 and Day 4 are twitter only cause they're.... much more overtly lewd lol
i wish you could download mods for movies. i want to watch the thing (1982) but with kurt russel in a baby slut t shirt and camo capris
[id: unfortunately, its kurt russel in the thing (1982) wearing a baby slut tshirt and camo capris.]
noone in this house appreciates anything i do
i wish you could download mods for movies. i want to watch the thing (1982) but with kurt russel in a baby slut t shirt and camo capris
[id: unfortunately, its kurt russel in the thing (1982) wearing a baby slut tshirt and camo capris.]
noone in this house appreciates anything i do
"You'll come crawling back. Nobody ever really loses a taste for the glove."
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Kinktober Day 1 - Leather
Do I know how to draw leather? Absolutely not. But that's not going to stop me from trying to draw zap daddy <3
I believe I've just created a hard pic of all time..,,. feel free to screenshot,.,,,.
your astarion violin piece struck some inspiration in me, do you mind if i expand on your post?
Sure! I'd love to see what you come up with :)
god i’m not even through one episode of paranormal home inspectors and it rules, this lady thought she was being haunted by the wails of the restless dead but she was just listening to raccoons fuck in her attic
psychic: these are hieroglyphics… the spirits are trying to communicate…
home inspector: you put new paint over old paint and now the old paint is bleeding through, that’s why you’re not supposed to do that
homeowner: my daughter’s room is always cold… cold like the dead…
home inspector: you put furniture on top of her heating vent
business owner: i got locked in the bathroom even though the door has no lock
home inspector: it has a lock. the lock is right there. on the knob.
Fun fact a scientist who is very not spiritual or superstitious began seeing corner eye hallucinations and feeling intense fear and a presence in his lab around the same time that everyone else in the building was suddenly reporting it haunted.
Determined, he found that the “hauntings” stopped when the industrial air conditioning unit, that had just recently been installed, was turned off. We’ve found that measurable micro vibrations in a structure cause immense fear, and a feeling of a presence and corner eye hallucinations – just like when you watch a scary movie alone at night and you see things move in the corner of your eye or are afraid to go in the cellar because you’re convinced someone’s in there.
Why?
Because many members of our species built homes in and around cliffs and caves for tens of thousands of years. And it’s likely that these certain shaky vibrations give us intense fear and a need to move far away because that would have saved our lives if the cave were collapsing or unstable.
You’ll notice it’s always falling apart, dilapidated homes that are “haunted” - or very very old restored homes. These places might just be slightly structurally unsound. That’s all.
That’s infrasound, sounds that are below 20hz, or the limit of normal human hearing. Things that produce infrasound in nature include severe weather, earthquakes, volcanoes, tigers, alligators, rhinoceros; also known as things that can kill people. We developed an evolutionary sense of dread when our brains perceive sounds we cannot hear. The vibrations from infrasound can also vibrate the eye causing visual hallucinations.Â
You know what also causes infrasound? A LOT of machines, especially large industrial ones. There’s a reason haunted house stories started popping up in post industrialization. That scientist was Vic Tandy and he wrote about it in a the paper Ghosts in the Machines
“Vic Tandy, experimental officer and part-time lecturer in the school of international studies and law at Coventry University, along with Dr. Tony Lawrence of the University’s psychology department, wrote in 1998 a paper called “Ghosts in the Machine” for the Journal of the Society for Psychical Research. Their research suggested that an infrasonic signal of 19 Hz might be responsible for some ghost sightings. Tandy was working late one night alone in a supposedly haunted laboratory at Warwick, when he felt very anxious and could detect a grey blob out of the corner of his eye. When Tandy turned to face the grey blob, there was nothing.The following day, Tandy was working on his fencing foil, with the handle held in a vice. Although there was nothing touching it, the blade started to vibrate wildly. Further investigation led Tandy to discover that the extractor fan in the lab was emitting a frequency of 18.98 Hz, very close to the resonant frequency of the eye given as 18 Hz by NASA. This, Tandy conjectured, was why he had seen a ghostly figure—it was, he believed, an optical illusion caused by his eyeballs resonating. The room was exactly half a wavelength in length, and the desk was in the centre, thus causing a standing wave which caused the vibration of the foil.“
Okay I didn’t need my eyes to have a resonation frequency but thanks for that, science
Headcanon: Astarion learned how to play a variety of instruments under Cazador. This was not a pleasant process.
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Cazador stared, unblinking. So still, like a statue. With just the two of them there was no point in pretenses. He didn’t breathe, didn’t swallow. Didn’t make the little movements that implied any sort of humanity. In contrast, Astation was forced to cling to those little things.
Remember to blink, at least three times a minute. Steady breaths, in and out. And most of all, ignore the pain. Ignore the burn and sting as his fingers slid gracefully along the strings. Ignore the ever-present gnawing of his stomach. Astarion’s lips were shaped into a soft, pleasant smile. Something he’d worn as a magistrate in difficult situations and now perpetually plastered on, a mask he wore to hide the pain and fear that wracked him day in and day out.Â
He’d learned early on Cazador had no patience for anything like a show of displeasure.Â
The strings bit into his fingers, each one its own little agony. They’d been at this for hours upon hours. Blood dripped from each string, making each note simultaneously sticky and slick. But Cazador demanded perfection. As the final note died down, he glanced towards his master for approval, swallowing the bitterness that such a word came so easily to him now.
Blazing red eyes met his own. He knew that no praise would be forthcoming.
“Your technique is passable, but where is the passion? The joy of the song? Surely you don’t seek to sway me with such a lifeless performance?” every word was mocking, reveling in his slave’s torment. “Again.”
Astarion’s smile didn’t falter, voice coming out smoother than he felt. “Of course, master. Your wish is my desire.”Â
"Yes, my dear? What's this?"
"Well, you said you didn't know what you looked like so..."
"Oh, for me? Oh you shouldn't have!....you really, really shouldn't have."
(secretly, Astarion is touched)
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