Give Comprehend Languages a DC. If the player character rolls below the DC, subtract the number rolled from the DC and run the phrase back and forth through Google Translate the result however many times.
I just don’t remember my senior year much? Michael and I surprisingly didn’t have any classes together.. I had a schedule change weirdly before I figured it out- And sooner or later he just kinda- Stopped being near me? I didn’t even see him at graduation- Nor do I.. Remember graduation? Only when I actually entered I did but that’s.. That’s it.
It’s a burden I need to endure.. Because I y’know- Deserve it?
Plus, Michael always supplied the red mountain dew, he’s the only one who really knows where to get it… I gave up after awhile searching for it,
“Eyes on me, Rukia,” he says, and he lifts himself onto his palms. He looks down at her - her head thrown back and eyes closed as he moves within her.
She arches beneath him, and Ichigo spares a glance down the length of her body, eyes catching on how her breasts quiver as she breathes, how the tension in her core makes her stomach muscles jump and then down to where they are joined, before he looks back up at her face again. Colour rides high on her cheeks, and she’s biting her lip almost bloodless.
“Rukia,” he says again, and she opens her eyes and meets his gaze. Violet framed by sooty lashes, lit by her internal moonlight and heated by the embers at her core - the embers he is stroking into a conflagration with every thrust. Ichigo wants to lose himself in those depths, wants to drop forward and fall in, and let her catch him, let her hold him, let her shatter him.
Rukia’s hand slides from her shoulder to his face, and she cups his jaw. Like this, it’s almost like a feedback loop, like he’s developed touch telepathy in the last 0.5 seconds, because all of a sudden everything turns up to eleven and his nerves sing with pleasure that sinks and coils into a heated pool at the base of his spine. He groans, and nearly breaks her gaze, but something in her eyes dares him to keep holding on.
Rukia’s nails are clawed into his shoulders while Ichigo’s hips roll into hers, the slick slide of their bodies together the only sound in the room. He can feel her getting close in the telltale tremble in her thighs and see it in the arch of her spine. Rukia’s eyes flutter shut again, and Ichigo shifts his weight onto one hand so he can reach up to trace the line of her jaw.
Look at me,” he husks, “don’t close your eyes.” She nods, eyes once more locked with his and Ichigo snaps his hips forward, driving her up the bed.
“Again,” she pleads, lifting her hips to meet his, “again.” Her eyes never leave his and Ichigo watches as they dilate and haze, watches as she struggles to keep them open when they want to flutter shut, watches as they widen when she comes. She goes taut as a bowstring under him. His name shatters on her lips, and Ichigo is swept up in the tide of her pleasure.
Shibari is a Japanese word that means, simply, ‘to tie’.
What you are asking about, presumably, is the more general definition - which is an ancient Japanese form of artistic rope bondage.
It comes from an ancient practice of tying ones captives, using intricate knots and patterns in order to honour their status in society. It grew into erotic bondage in the late 19th and early 20th centuries, and became known as kinbaku.
Nowadays, in the west in particular, we call it shibari and it is known as an art of spiritually erotic bondage.
Shibari style rigging usually creates geometric patterns and shapes with the ropes and the end result is a beautiful contrast between the texture of the ropes and the skin of the model. In shibari, the model is the canvas, the rope is the paint and brush and the rigger is the rope artist.
The arrangement of the knots and ropes on the model’s body emphasizes sensuality, vulnerability and strength. The positioning of the knots can stimulate pressure points on the body, similar to shiatsu massage or acupuncture.
It is a beautiful way to look at another person’s body, and a beautiful thing to experience.
I assume this ask has come in ‘cause I’ve started doing ‘shibari o’clock’ on the blog. If you are enjoying shibari o’clock (which is 11pm est every night), I’ll keep at it and keep looking for pretty pictures of pretty knots and pretty skin.
Do u remember a post with many pictures of Jonging in tight jeans?? I came across that post once and i desperately need it right. It would be great if you can help. Thank you
Could you possibly mean this post x? If not anon friend I will gladly give you a few pictures of Jongin in tight jeans (while hurting myself in the process.. I’m really not ready.. someone hold me)
starting off strong with dat ass
Jongin in black (feat. ankles) i like
His legs are so long and thin how is this…
what a great angle of jongbutt
I’m pretty sure I cried this day… he was just too much
All he was wearing was a basic white t-shirt and jeans and I lost my shit this day what is this
jongbutt (feat. thighssssss)
Jongbutt (feat. thighssss) pt. 2 revenge of dat ass
Sekai anyone??? If you haven’t noticed already this is also an appreciation for Jongin in white t-shirts because Jongin in white t-shirts is important. Don’t ask why just know that it is (also hi fab sehun)
Also Jongin in black…very.. Very.. Very Important. (i thought he was holding kyungsoo’s hand when I first looked at this pic) Kaisoo anyone???
These jeans aren’t exactly the tightest but still gdi and those shoes
I was preparing a speech for this picture but then I told myself to lie down and chill so all I’m going to say is why does he look like he just stepped off the runway???? and JONGIN IN BLACK IS IMPORTANT.
Jongbros and jongbooty
next time sit on me
(notice the white t-shirt and jeans)(appreciate the white t-shirt and jeans)
Idk how he can wear such tight ass jeans but I love it so much just…God bless u Jongin