#AC Unity guide

[damez1979]

Abstergo's DEADLY Server Sweep: Can the Helix Initiate ESCAPE?

[callsigns-haze]

Loves Haze

Eris x Rhysand's Sister!Reader

Summary: When the finally memory hit, the acknowledge of Eris and Y/N being alive only started a new legacy.

*can be read alone but serves as a sequel with my series Memories fade

Back to beginning

Summary: Y/N wakes up from the dead, overwhelmed by confusion and grief, learning about her miraculous revival and Eris' survival, breaking down in tears as the nurses comfort her. She prepares to reunite with Eris and face their new beginning.

Lock it in

Summary: Y/N and Eris solidify their bond through an intimate meal, leading to a passionate night that deepens their love and connection. In the quiet of their cabin, they find solace and joy in each other's embrace.

Right part

Summary: Eris and Y/N bask in the serene night, discussing their future children under the stars, their love and dreams intertwining in the tranquil embrace of their shared future.

Morning surprise

Summary: Eris and Y/N share an intimate morning, deepening their bond and reflecting on their future together. Afterward, Eris tenderly cares for Y/N, emphasizing the depth of his love and devotion.

Baby Spark

Summary: YN and Eris welcome their newborn son Finna into the world after a long and arduous labor, solidifying their bond and vowing to give him a life filled with love and joy. Despite their hidden existence, their family's strength and unity shine through as they cherish the beginning of their new life together.

Lucky

Summary: Y/N and Eris experience their first night home alone with their newborn son, Finna. As they navigate the challenges of soothing their baby, they share playful moments and deep affection, ultimately finding comfort in each other and the new addition to their family.

Not like him

Summary: Eris juggles his responsibilities as a leader and a new father, struggling with memories of his cruel upbringing. Overwhelmed by self-doubt, he fears becoming like his father, Beron. With the support of his advisor, Borra, Eris finds strength in his bond with his son, Finna, and reaffirms his commitment to his family.

Ace of the aces

Summary: Eris wakes up alone, realizing Y/N has taken their son, Finna, out for the morning. As he starts a fire and picks up a book, he drifts back to sleep. He wakes to Y/N and Finna returning home with a new hunting hound puppy, bringing back memories of his own twelve hounds from childhood.

Little guard

Summary: Eris attempts to put Finna down for a nap, only to have Ace bark in protest, showing his desire to stay close to the baby. Eris and Yn watch with affection as Ace settles into his role as Finna's protector.

An outburst of a spark

Summary: Eris and Y/N discover their son Finna has powerful magic after a dramatic outburst, leaving Eris panicked and uncertain. Together, they resolve to support and guide Finna, reaffirming their bond as a family.

When the stars fall

request: I feel like we NEED to see how do they celebrate starfall as a family! I would die to see Eris with baby Finna trying to make everything perfect for Y/N as she definitely misses starfall with her brother. I feel that Eris would do everything to make it perfect!!!

Baby traitor

Request: I would love to see Finnas first words and I think it would be hilarious if his first words would be the dogs name instead of dada and Eris just loosing his mind lol

Another?

Summary: During a late night adult time a big statement is dropped

The gain of loss

Part 2

Summary: Y/N and Borra venture into Valkyrie ruins to find training scrolls for Finna, only to encounter the Inner Circle and feel a sudden, intense pain in her lower abdomen. Borra quickly winnows them back home, where Y/N faces the unknown cause of her pain, determined to protect her family.

Rest now my love

Summary: Eris cares for a bedridden Y/N, ensuring she rests following their recent loss while balancing the needs of their baby, Finna. Amidst their struggle, they find solace and strength in their unwavering love and support for each other.

Happy 1st spark

Summary: Finna turns one and Eris and Y/N need to make it special

So he did it?

Summary: Y/N returns home after a difficult visit to the healer, burdened by the news of how magical force fields had impacted her pregnancy and her diminished chances of conceiving again. Eris greets her with concern and support, creating a moment of quiet solace as she prepares to confront the heavy truths ahead.

Puppy litter

Summary: Eris discovers that Ace, their loyal hound, has fathered a litter with a pregnant female dog. They decide to name the dog Charlie, and Y/N introduces their one-year-old son, Finna, to their new family member. Despite Finna’s adorable attempts to say Charlie’s name, Ace remains fiercely protective of his new companion, signalling the start of a new chapter for their growing family.

Happy birthday Star

Summary: Y/N's birthday has came upon the household and Eris and his son will do everything to make it perfect

Water Baby

Summary: Eris and Y/N enjoy a perfect day by the lake, playing with Finna

Goodbye

Summary: Y/N struggles with the emotional weight of leaving Eris and Finna for a year of intense training, leading to a tearful and comforting night in Eris's arms.

Loves separation

Summary: Once they are separated the family finally understands its worth

Welcome home

Summary: The family is finally back together

Round two Baby

Summary: Eris and Y/N confront their fears and embrace hope as they learn of Y/N's new pregnancy, vowing to face the challenges ahead together.

Sequel

Tagging some who may be interested:

@callsign-magnolia

@kmc1989

@hardballoonlove

@senawashere

@hookslove1592

@marvel-molly

@lucky7rosie

@daughterofthemoons-stuff

@lilah-asteria

@crossfandomslut

@pit-and-the-pen

@inky-sun

@the-sweet-psycho

@why4anne

@bunnyredgirl

@rcarbo1

@pandabiiissh

@adalia-jaycee

@marvelsmylife

@swiftie-4-lifes-stuff

[felidae-sims]

Resources for Creating: My Go-To things.

Update: I’ll be updating the list on this page from now on, since Tumblr can’t handle so many hyper-links in one post, on Dreamwidth - right here, so I won't have to update it multiple times. Please note: I keep updating this list, and updates aren't showing up on reblogs. Please check the original post for the most up to date list.

Sooo this is going to be a long comprehensive list. I got back to this game after a long time and with a different computer, with a dedicated graphics card, hurray! It made me want to return to making things, so while gathering back all the necessary stuff, I've complied this list. It might be is updated as I go along, but these are the main things I use. Maby one day i'll even finish something. So here are my go-to resources & tutorials; I'm posting it here for safekeeping, and hopefully others will find it helpful. Everything that's listed is here free. So many wonderful things for free under the cut.

Programs – General:

Creating: Blender. Blender Addons: 3D Print Toolbox – comes with blender, enable it from within the program. Originally for 3d printing. Good for fixing flipped normals, and some quick general repairs. Source Tools And source tools wiki – for exporting as SMD!!!! (SimPe: to enable bump maps for the mesh on import). GMDC Addon for Blender 4.0+ by Nopke.

GIMP. GIMP Addons: G'MIC-Qt. Resynthesizer. Nvidia dds?. Doesn’t it come with Gimp?

Other: Nvidia Texture Tools Exporter (iirc it works with all graphic cards that are compatible, doesn’t require Nvidia). For making Normal / Bump / Cube Maps. For high quality compression.

NormalMaps - Online, For making all types of maps, has good setting menus. A very cool tool.

Converting: Umodel, for Unreal Engine (Static meshes: export as gtlf.2. Animated meshes: export as psk. Requires Add-on). AssetStudio, for Unity. AC Viewer, self implied (+ USD Addon for blender). QuickBMS* and support forum, for basically everything else. (don't forget the required scrips, down the same page). *I haven’t tested it fully yet, but it was recommended here. A tutorial for it is listed further down. Works like a charm.

UV Mapping: UV Mapper, Classic (free) and the most recent Demo (for visualization).

Programs – Sims:

Never Mind the Bollox, Here's Osab and MAGIkarp to the rescue!

Latest version of SimPe, works with a non-default installation path. Chris Hatch's updates.

Home Crafter installation, Post by Huge Lunatic at Sims2Artists.

Repository Wizard, by Pick'N'Mix Mods. A game changer.

DBPF Compare, by Pick'N'Mix Mods.

Object Relocator, also by Pick'N'Mix Mods.

SMD Tools, by Lazy Duchess.

The Compressorizer, by JFade – Lazy Duchess's edit.

Bulk Rename Utility, to change file names in well, bulk. As explained by io here.

Lot Adjustor, by Mootilda at MTS.

Tutorials:

Override the game's graphic settings via Nvidia, as explained by iCad. The settings to Nvidia Profile Inspector she linked to at MTS have been deleted for some reason, here they are via WebArchive.

Meshing in Blender:

Mesh Optimization Info (and links), by Crisps&Kerosene.

Additional - Reducing Polycount:

Tutorial, by Flaming-Chickens (another username on other sites perhaps?)

Edge – Un-subdivide, a quick one by CG Link.

Transfer high poly details to low poly object in Blender, by 3Dnot2D.

Shrinkwrap Modifier - Blender Tutorial for Beginners - Basics, by in2vert.

Placeholder for this Addon that I want to try but haven't found, something for AR that was on facebook's defunct AR.

Scaling tips, by Blender Secrets.

How to fix inverted/ flipped normals, by ipaintsmallthings.

Converting: How to Extract 3D Models, Textures, Music from Unreal Engine Games, by iwanMods.

Extract 2D/3D/SFX Unity Assets fast & easy from your Unity Game, by iwanMods as well.

How to use QuickBMS, by darkhorse.

Guide to Converting 3t2 and 4t2 Part 01 and Part 02, by Chiaroscuro/tenlittlepandas.

Converting TS4 Windows and Doors, by Crisps&Kerosene.

Using Different Material Maps as Shading/Details for Base Texture, in Gimp or Blender, by Pineapple Forest & Crisps&Kerosene: https://www.tumblr.com/crispsandkerosene/764893644571525120/great-info-thats-the-reason-some-conversions?source=share

Texture Editing in GIMP:

Using Gimp Add-ons: G'MicQT. Resynthesizer. Both by Davies Media Design. This guy's channel for Gimp in general – here's a good one to begin with. And another one about layer masks.

Making a texture Tile Seamless: 1. My favorite - How to Make Seamless Textures for Cinema 4D - 3 Levels of Photoshop Wizardry using iPhone Photos, by School of Motion.

2. Simple Trick for More Realistic Texture Patterns in GIMP, by Davies Media Design – Quick and simple, using the Resynthesizer plugin. Good for patterns.

Making walls in SimPe out of a square texture, with minimal quality loss. To be written.

SimPe: Cloneable Objects: A List of Good Objects for Cloning, by IgnorantBliss at MTS.

Huge Lunatic's Tutorials, Her website.

Object Creation for Absolute Beginners, by Moune.

Sims 2 start to finish Object Creation Tutorial, by JWoods, Numenor, Lethe_s & IgnorantBliss.

The Material Definition (TXMT) Guide, by PixelHate – very comprehensive. Part 5 is about Bump/ Normal maps.

Null (Texture-less) Groups, by Skell. For bodyshop, for Objects see an elaboration by Midge the Tree below.

Crisps&Kerosene discovered how to add specular maps to objects! It's incredible there are still new things to discover in this ancient game.

More on Specular Maps, by Pineapple Forest.

Making new flooring & walls with SimPE, by Charisa. Includes adding Bump/Normal maps. She added a file to clone from in the comments below. It works for normal maps as well. Here's cool discovery in the game files.

Expanding footprint: a mini tutorial, by Deedee.

How to add correct drop shadows to objects, by Yuxi, via Wayback Machine.

Making Objects Viewable in Neighborhood View, by iCad.

Making Objects Visible In Build/Buy Mode, Invisible In Live Mode, by Midge the Tree.

Making Seasons-Friendly Trees, by Echo.

Io/ Serabiet's resources list, mainly for Bodyshop but not just.

Pineapple Forest's Tutorials, useful tips for efficiency and optimization.

MTS modding forum in General.

The Sims 2 Tutorials, on Tumblr. A database, is more updated.

Sims2Artists tutorials section.

LeeFish modding forum.

Garden of Shadows, Tree of Knowledge section.

Troubleshooting: What to do if you get a System.OutOfMemoryException Error, SimPe Forum, via WayBack Machine. Thank you @fanseelamb for the find.

How to read object error logs: I just want to know what causes it!!, by Episims.

Common TS2 errors, by Midge the Tree.

General game fuckery: How to Stop Sims 2 Crashing (Memory Allocation Fix and 4GB Patch Repair), by Jessa.

Graphics card problems, LeeFish forum.

Graphics help - DIY, by Kiri. How to fix faulty Texture Memory allocation, and the problems that stem from it. Tumblr can't handle anymore hyper links so here it is: https://celebkiriedhel.tumblr.com/post/189431721483/graphics-help-diy

General: Switching between save folders without renaming them, by Nopke.

Resources:

3D Models Online*: Various furniture designers' websites: Porada, Zanotta, Muuto, Hay, Poltrona Frau, many luxury furniture designer basically.

3D Warehouse, belongs to Sketchfab (get the Collada files).

Scan the World.

Wikimedia Commons. And more.

*(NOT OPTIMIZED).

Textures: Architextures.

Fabrics & Wallpapers: Natural Stones: Wall Plasters:

iCad's Woods. Shastakiss's Cluedo Metals, Yeti Metals, Pirate Woods. Goat's Woods.

Textures from other games: Dishonored, Thieve and much more, by Saricoya at GoS. Dreamfell by io.

Resource sharing threads at Garden of Shadows.

SimPe - General: CEP Extras list, HugeLunatic at Sims2Artists.

TXMT settings for different materials, by Hafiseazale.

Extended SimStandardMaterial Shader for the Sims 2 + Optionally Brighter Sims, by Crisps&Kerosene.

Custom CubeMaps, by Crisps&Kerosene.

Shiny TXMT Settings & Cube Maps Packs, by Pineapple Forest.

Build/ Buy: Templates for Recoloring Maxis items; MTS Templates sction, Hafiseazale (+cc), ZeroDark.

Template for Seasonal Trees, Gwenke at Sims2Artists.

Making Roof Recolors, Tutorial & template by Numenor, great template by iCad.

Pack for making food clutter usable, by DeeDee.

CAS: Default Makeup Packages - BYO Packages, by Huge Lunatic.

Body shape, Io/Serabiet on Tumblr.

Skin template, Io/Serabiet on Tumblr.

Hair texture, iCad.

Color Actions, Pooklet on Tumblr.

That's it for now.

Edit: forgot about CEP extras. Added more links. Edit 02: Added Troubleshooting section under tutorials.

[polo-drone-001]

The Gift of Unity

The Hive headquarters shimmered with festive warmth, its golden lights casting a glow that wrapped the entire space in a sense of purpose and unity. This was a time of giving, a time for the Golden Army to honor their brothers through meaningful gestures, each gift strengthening their bonds and celebrating their collective spirit.

In the quiet hum of the training chambers, Polo Drone 001 stood immaculately, his black rubber polo gleaming with gold accents under the Hive’s glow. His glowing golden eyes scanned the line of drones before him, each standing rigid, their glossy uniforms catching the light with perfection. The energy in the room was palpable, a silent anticipation building.

001 stepped forward, his boots clicking softly on the polished floor as he approached PDU-084, a seasoned and respected drone whose recent innovations had elevated the Hive’s efficiency. From behind his back, 001 produced a sleek black box, tied with a ribbon of shimmering gold. The golden glow of his eyes reflected off the surface as he extended the gift toward 084.

“PDU-084,” 001 said, his voice steady, every word purposeful, “your dedication has driven the Hive to new heights. Accept this token as recognition of your precision and service.”

As 084 opened the box, the anticipation in the room seemed to hold its breath. Inside lay a sleek black rubber collar, its surface smooth and glistening, with "084" engraved in bold, golden letters at the center. 001’s tone was devoid of emotion, yet carried the weight of pride. “This collar is not just a mark of recognition but a reminder of your place within the Hive. Wear it with pride, for it symbolizes your unity with the collective.”

084 bowed his head as he accepted the collar, his hands trembling slightly as he fastened it around his neck. The other drones raised their voices in unison: “Obedience. Precision. Unity.” With a subtle nod, 001 returned to the line, his glowing golden eyes scanning the formation once more. “Serve the Hive. Strengthen unity. Perfection is our purpose.” The mantra echoed powerfully, solidifying the moment as the drones fell back into disciplined silence.

In the golden locker room, Ezan stood at the center of his team, his golden AC Milan jersey clinging to his sculpted frame. His masculine scent, a potent mix of alluring musk and raw athleticism, filled the air, wrapping around his teammates like an invisible pull of dominance. His hypnotic golden eyes scanned the room, their glow drawing the attention of every player present.

“070,” Ezan called, his voice rich and commanding, the kind that could silence a crowd with its sheer presence. 070, the team’s tactical powerhouse, stepped forward with a confident stride, his gaze meeting Ezan’s with mutual respect.

From behind his back, Ezan revealed a golden VR headset, its surface gleaming and engraved with the Hive’s laurel emblem. The VR headset was no ordinary device; it was a tool of connection, of precision, and of training. “This,” Ezan began, his deep voice resonating in the quiet room, “is for you. Your vision and strategy have guided us to countless victories. This headset will sharpen your skills even further, bringing us closer to perfection.”

070 took the headset, his hands firm, his posture unwavering. “Thank you, Ezan,” he said, his voice resonating with pride. Around them, the players erupted into cheers, clapping 070 on the back as Ezan’s hypnotic gaze lingered on the room.

Before stepping back, Ezan raised his hand, his tone softening yet retaining its authority. “Brothers, remember this. Our strength is in our skills, our unity, and our brotherhood. This is what makes us golden.” His words hung in the air, a potent reminder of their bond as a team.

Upstairs, in the polished and elegant office of the Hive’s operations, Percival exuded effortless charm. Dressed in a perfectly tailored golden blazer, his preppy elegance was matched only by his magnetic presence. His desk was a masterpiece of precision, every document and accessory meticulously placed, reflecting his disciplined nature. As 110 and 016, two esteemed members of the Hive, knocked at the door, Percival’s warm voice called out, “Come in.”

They entered together, their eyes bright with curiosity, knowing that a visit to Percival’s office always came with purpose. Percival greeted them with his signature smile, a disarming mix of charm and authority. “Gentlemen,” he began, his tone smooth and inviting, “you both have served the Hive with unwavering dedication, and today, I wanted to honor that.”

Reaching into a golden gift bag, Percival first addressed 110, pulling out a gleaming golden paintbrush, its handle etched with intricate patterns of laurel leaves. “110,” he said, handing over the brush, “your creativity and innovation have brought beauty and strength to the Hive. This brush is a symbol of that, a tool to continue crafting the vision that binds us all.”

110 took the paintbrush, his expression a mix of pride and gratitude. “Thank you, Percival,” he said, his voice steady yet touched with emotion.

Percival then turned to 016, reaching once more into the bag and producing a golden pen, its sleek design embodying precision and authority. “016,” he said with a warm smile, “your words, your ideas, have shaped the Hive in ways few can match. This pen is a testament to your influence and a reminder of the power you wield through your vision.”

016 accepted the pen with a quiet nod, his respect for Percival evident. “Thank you,” he said simply, yet the weight of his words carried deep gratitude.

Percival leaned back, his gaze shifting between the two. “Both of you embody what the Hive stands for: creativity, precision, and unity. These gifts are tools for you to continue elevating us all. Now, go forth and show the Hive what you’re capable of.”

As 110 and 016 left the office, the smile on Percival’s face lingered. His golden eyes flickered with pride and satisfaction. The Hive thrummed with life, each space filled with acts of recognition and unity, each gift a step closer to perfection.

Though they operated in different realms, 001 among the drones, Ezan on the field, and Percival in the office, their purpose was the same. Every gift they gave carried the weight of connection, a reminder of the unyielding bond that tied the Golden Army together. Under the glowing lights of the Hive, the message was clear: every action, every gesture, brought them closer to the perfection they sought as one.

Thank you bros, @polo-drone-084, @polo-drone-070, @polo-drone-110, @danielgold-16 and Caps @brodygold, @goldenherc9

[applesontheground]

RIRI!!!!!! I’m so excited to request something from you!! Our freaky bendy boy’s been on my mind since watching Malignant, and I know this concept has been mentioned, so I wondered…. Perhaps some phone sex with Gabriel? Him guiding reader, coaxing and teasing and instructing them with that voice? I trust you with the finer details 💜 Thank you friend, MWAH

ACE! YOU'RE GONNA BE MY FIRST GABRIEL FIC!! HOW ABOUT IT!!

this is the first of what i hope to be more installments of this dude -- and of course, the start of the final portion of my remaining requests finishing up. i'm really fascinated with this bendy boy and the bendy body he shares with his poor sister lol! that being said, we love and appreciate both in this house as we always do with horror sibs. thanks for being patient, hope the wait was worth it!!

the lost art of keeping a secret ⚕️

NSFW | Word Count: 1,916 | Gabriel May x GN Reader contains DUBCON, phone sex (or at least, a subspecies of it), guided masturbation, themes of stalking/a very paranormal means of voyeurism, he is...not nice about said guided masturbation, degradation 🎼: x, x

It was a stint of faulty wiring. That was well and normal when you decided to find a home in an overworked city full of overworked people.

Stepping off the elevator, there was a faint drum of thunder from outside. Another storm passing over brought the urge to hide out, knees growing heavy as you walked down the hall, pulling your rain-resistant coat even tighter around your collarbone. You donned a scratchy sweater underneath, and it still didn’t feel like enough.

There were two people in the corridor, a neighbor from across the way and the maintenance employee working on one of the faulty lights. It wasn’t a particular bother to you, but still nice to see it noticed and taken care of. The gentle buzz of a radio sat by your feet, a moment of unity while you fumbled for your keys in their presence.

“Hello,” Your neighbor then cleared her throat, “I-I need to ask, but were we too loud last night?”

You paused, a cold hand still grasping your keys as you stared at your door. It was the first time you two were speaking after almost a year of living across from each other, truly registering and matching the voice to the face as you turned around. You shook your head and replied, “Not at all. How come?”

She huffed, “Oh, no reason. This is my younger sister’s place, and we just got a little too giggly at an ungodly hour.” She grimaced, but when you laughed the idea off, she finally let herself breathe a sigh of relief. “I was just hoping we weren’t total menaces.”

“Not at all.” You then assured her, and pointed out, “I don’t think I’ve ever spoken to your sister, actually, regardless of you two being menaces.” She smiled a little bigger, and you then held your hand out to her. “[Y/N]. I’m at work until late anyways, so you can really be as loud as you want at night.”

She chuckled, shaking your hand. “Madison. Nice to meet you, [Y/N].” She gestured to the door behind her and added, “I’ll tell her to come say hi some time. It’s not like her to be a stranger.”

A sharp drop in the garble coming from the radio had both of you snap your heads to look towards the maintenance worker. He looked back at the both of you, brow furrowing as a walrus-looking mustache twitched. He then turned down to stare at the device, hands busy with the light overhead.

“Weather must be causing an interference,” He mumbled, turning back with his arms outstretched up to fenagle with the faulty light. Madison didn’t find that nearly as good of an answer as you did, her expression tight as you two bid farewell and head to your separate apartments.

After an agonizing day, you took solace in some breathable lounging clothes and a comforter on your sofa, curled up with your phone and the radio on a shelf above your head turned to a lulling volume, something you could fall asleep to the sound of should exhaustion fall over your tired disposition.

“Where…are you…going?”

“I…know you’re here…”

You reached up above your head, beginning to change the station and figuring some strange local program was coming through the music. It was an older system, after all, and even though you weren’t actively listening, something about letting another person pick the songs was appealing to the exhaustion, an urge to ignore most of what wasn’t in front of your eyes.

Just as your arm trailed back down, finding its shelter under the blanket and your eyes glued to the doomscroll through your phone, the radio whispered again through a light rock song – almost as though it was attempting to talk over it.

“Don’t ignore me, [Y/N]. I want an answer.”

Your eyes snapped up, staring into the open area between the countertop that separated your living room from the kitchen. Immediate bargaining came through, wondering just how common your name was, how likely it would be spoken on the air.

“I’m talking to you.”

Turning around now, half up in your seat and furrowing your brow at the radio, an uncertain prick in your chest made you glance to your windows, fogged by the warmth facing the rainy cold outside. You were higher up in the building, meaning unless someone was peering from a distance, there was no way to be seen.

“I’m not out there, [Y/N]. It's right here.” You practically felt your blood pressure spike that time, your breath growing shallow as you slowly looked up at your radio. “The sickness is well with you.”

The voice, fading between clear and garbled, was a roll over gravel. Still, you sat at the edge of the sofa now, unnerved before you could find any sort of interest in it. The static purred for a beat, and then the voice asked, “Do you like the neighbors?”

Your heart somehow fell further into the pit of your body, pressed against your spine in a metaphorical sense as you forced another breath through a tight chest. Your eyes glanced towards the front door you had walked through not even an hour ago.

“If you don’t like her, you can talk to me instead.” He was slow to word himself, as though the voice was thinking of the opportunity he was now offering. You quickly reached to turn the radio off before a scorching heat from the knob made your hand shoot back, baring your teeth.

“Don’t.”

You felt the lights flicker over your head again, now half off the couch with feet on the floor. Hand pressed into your leg, feeling the sharp pain and wondering if it had actually burned you.

“Dare.”

“You.”

Breath picked up, the TV now flicking on and off, the same news station it had been on showing first but with each heartbeat-paced switch a different channel revealed itself.

It was silent after the last word, all power shut off except for the radio. Disgust and that same avoidance was now holding you by the throat, burning through your chest as you tried to take a deep breath. You looked around again, and the voice threatened, “Now, I have a request for you, and there’s a worthy prize at the end.”

Keeping a blank expression, you only caved when he revealed his intentions: “Madison’s life.”

You sputtered, looking down at your phone tangled in the blanket. Was he terrorizing your neighbors across the hall, too? Suddenly, Intentions to leave and check on the power throughout your building bubbled up, but then the voice asked you almost in a patronizing sigh, “And what will you tell the police if they come?”

“Where the hell…?” You stammered under your breath, once again looking around wildly, “That someone on the radio told you to touch yourself?”

“…Touch myself?” You echoed, glaring at the radio and feeling dumb for doing so, no face to meet the bewilderment you knew was painting your countenance. “I’m getting too far ahead.” He chided to himself, but quickly regained a searing tone, “Listen closely, and follow my directions. Madison will face something unfortunate if you don't. Then, you will be next.”

Heat washed over your face, and you glared at the empty air in front of you. “I’m not-“

“Manage it.”

"Fucking nooo-"

“You fucking will.” He insisted, a lightbulb suddenly snapping out of thin air. Disintegrating down onto the coffee table across from your legs. Another beat, weighing your options.

You hesitantly reached for your bottoms. Dread crept up your stomach fast, and it only drew you out more into a state of disbelief when you had asked if you could close the drapes, and he complied.

“I just need one eye, and a light on you.” He then muttered, and you almost swore he was laughing to notice you were once again shuddering off the knowledge of being watched. A hand trembled below your stomach. You stuck a daunted, rather cold finger inside, [another worming into your cunt/the other hand gripping your shaft], but he then winced at the sight, “Slower...”

Utterly debilitating, especially when ordered by that voice. He worked through you despite your initial dread, and the rhythm was soon felt, even followed albeit still halfhearted. Your head lolled a bit, but you kept glancing away from the act, still wondering where he was watching from.

The voice would growl in a mutter to himself when there was some sort of indication you were jumping the gun, now feeling that familiar burn you tumbled into something desperate for this release the further the comforter slipped down your bare legs, spreading from pleasure that somehow was relaxing despite the situation. Sweat was starting to form against your thighs. The fact it was all you, him being the voice that merely directed, drove you forwards and farther down this rabbit hole.

How long could you keep up with it? Fatigue from the day made you strain to keep your pace, the heat of pleasure shot over your core and across your stomach and chest.

“[Y/N], I said slow.” Snapping to some sort of reality, you eased up more from the fact you were asked to than any urge that now sat taut like a chained, angry dog. Almost frozen, and once again glancing towards the window or any way there could be a possibility someone was watching.

The TV snapped on, a blizzard of static as you almost [removed your fingers/unclenched your cock]. A vague shape of shoulders, a head came through; it was clearer if you squinted, but each gentle breath in made it hard to keep your focus. Muscles in your groin clenched as the voice spoke again.

“Look at me, [Y/N]. I'm far closer to you than you think.”

Fear made your [hand(s)] move again, and you clenched your teeth. It’d be foolish to speak to whatever this person was, and your shoulders even rolled a bit in a jolt between [pumps up into your vagina/strokes against the hot skin of your dick] to make sure you were awake.

"Like a fine-tuned instrument. Far better than I thought you would be." He observed, a tilt in his head sending tendrils of dark hair off his shoulders. They almost seemed to jut forward unnaturally when you really looked at it, more like shoulder blades than flat surfaces.

It was like they were put on backwards.

It was a short observation, the high once again coming up as you found a perfect spot to keep rubbing against yourself. This power in an unaroused context was still toxic, asphyxiating to anything you needed tonight when it came to companionship.

The release rushed through when he took a deep breath, the groan crackling over static and making you lurch forward. A sharp orgasm, stifled from fear and causing it to slather over nerves in an ache rather than any sort of satisfaction had made your head stop lying back, front and center as you let a single pathetic whine out.

"So soon, so messy," He noted, and you crumpled against your lap as the power fell to dark once more, the TV shut off, and there was just the rain spattering against window panes hiding you from the rest of the world.

The radio still working, tickling you with its interference fighting against all law of nature and surrounding outages, was what brought you back from an orgasm.

"And so, very far."

[psychics4unet]

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[asongofgoldenfireandblackblood]

To All Lords and Ladies of the Realm, The Conclave of Archmaesters has convened, and by the wisdom of our order and the ancient methods of the Citadel, it is declared: winter is upon us. The turning of the seasons is no small matter, nor should its weight be underestimated. Let every lord and lady take heed, for the longest nights draw near, and with them, the cold breath of hardship. Grain stores must be tallied. Livestock must be secured. Walls must be mended, and the strong must see to the weak. This is no season for folly or pride but for preparation and prudence. Though we look to the skies and study the shifting patterns of the stars, winter’s strength will ultimately be measured not in days but in deeds. As each hearth burns and each hall resounds with voices calling for shelter and sustenance, the choices made by lords great and small will echo long after the snows melt away. Take this time to reflect not only on the cost of survival but on the bonds of kin and kingdom that might yet endure. The history of winters past tells us one truth: strength is drawn from unity, while division feeds the wolves that prowl in the dark. We urge all to act wisely, for while the days of summer bring growth and abundance, winter tests all things—land, lineage, and legacy. May the light of the Seven, the Old Gods, and every faith across the realm guide you, Archmaester Harrion, Keeper of the Keys, on behalf of the Conclave of the Citadel.

To the Lords, Ladies, and all amongst the esteemed peerage of Westeros, As white ravens announce another season's turn, it is my sincerest desire that the arrival of this correspondence in accompainament to the proclamation of a new winter's dawn provides respite, and reason to take heart, in the midst of our whole kingdom's commitment to preserving this era of prosperity regardless of what the coming season may bring to pass. Before the winter winds restrict travel and oblige your liegeships' absolute attention to the protection and care of our lands and its people, The Royal Court of King's Landing shall host it's second Formal session of 130 AC. Commencing the second week of the tenth moon, the forthcoming assembly will begin with The Smith's Day festivities and conclude after the celebrations for The Mother's Day draw to a close. With our ability to congregate for next year's observances of The Maiden's and The Father's Day highly suspect, the Crown intends to host outsized affairs for both holy days to demonstrate to The Seven Heavens all the gratitude for their unending blessings this winter is like to necessitate us to sustain in isolation, and in equal measure, to honor the ties that bind our peerage which have allowed us to face whatever harshness the coming moons may hold with optimism and a brave face. Whilst winter preparations consume our days, the generosity this court is prepared to bestow on those who grant their favor in attendance is not to be overlooked. In-keeping with the tradition of The Good King and His Grace, My Father, King Viserys—whose absence weighs heaviest for so many, and foremost myself, with the arivval of the first winter since his passing—as mine own nameday will come around in the midst of these events , I shall not ask for gifts, but instead offer them to those most outstanding in their contributions to allowing the start of my reign, and our kingdom as a whole, to thrive. Champions of The Court may be named for martial skill and exemplary service to Westeros alike, bestowed new measures of wealth to ease winter's burden, afforded safe harbor and positions within the walls of The Red Keep should they choose to seek it, and even greater honors than bestowed in years pasat on the seven young sets of intendeds chosen to represent our kingdom's future before the eyes of The Smith, our most blessed of this season. This invitation is not delivered flippantly nor without heed as to oncoming danger, but to remind its every reader that whatever they must do to preserve the interests of those sworn to them and who they serve in return, the unprecedented possibilities presented with this season's turn are a mandate to take every matter into account, and then meet the decision with steadfast dedication; As rulers, lieges, and regents, these verdicts define not just our legacies, but the very shape of the future for us all. Seven only know what this winter holds, but with these words, you are here by invited to meet it in the glow of our Court's light amidst the dawning dark. May you find good fortune in the moons to come, Her Majesty, Queen Rhaenyra, First of Her Name, Queen of the the Andals, the Rhoynar, and the First Men, and the Queen of All of Westeros

Arc III of A Song of Golden Fire and Black Blood: Alight in The Dark begins February 2nd

[blackflash9]

Whatever happened to the Davenport Homestead?

Eseosa arriving for training at the Davenport Homestead (c.1804) "Once Connor came along, it flourished again for several decades, even surpassing its former glory. Then, it suddenly vanished early in the 19th century. Any manor that can suddenly vanish is both interesting and unsettling in the same measure, though probably not a great investment." - Shaun Hastings, (c. 2012) [Database: Davenport Homestead]

The mystery of the Davenport Homestead remains one of the most perplexing enigmas within the AC universe, primarily due to the myriad factors that could account for its disappearance. A community and establishment like the Homestead doesn't simply vanish without a significant cause. According to the Initiates website, Connor's last recorded activity took place in 1804, when he trained Eseosa, the grandson of Adewale. Given that the Homestead was still in existence then, its disappearance likely occurred after that date.

The factors leading to the Homestead’s decline may also mirror the complicated legacies of its last known guardians, Connor and Shay. Their parallel narratives set the stage for the tumultuous events during the American Civil War. Shay Cormac, as detailed in the "Last Descendants" novelization, eventually returned to America, living long enough to train his descendants as Assassin Hunters. The ending of Rogue hints at a possible future confrontation between Connor and Shay, which could have contributed to the even decline of the (previously named Colonial) American Brotherhood within New York.

Shay's grandson, Cudgel Cormac (c.1863) | Art by: SunsetAgain

This decline is starkly illustrated by the rise of Varius, one of the few Assassins who survived there into the Civil War era, even with Connor—who revitalized the Brotherhood—at the helm. In contemplating their legacies, one might deduce that Connor and Shay forged a truce between the Assassins and Templars that endured for a significant time before their respective deaths. This possibility aligns with Connor’s rare willingness to seek peace with the Templars, a notion few Assassins entertained before him. Shay, while critical of the flawed ideologies of the Brotherhood under Achilles, would have recognized that Connor’s vision surpassed his mentor’s in prioritizing the welfare of people over rigid allegiances.

Both men shared a deep commitment to doing what was right, irrespective of their differing ideologies. Their interactions may have been marked by meaningful debates about the merits and shortcomings of their respective orders, echoing the possibility of cooperative endeavors throughout history. In Unity, we see hints of such interactions, and even William Miles acknowledges the existence of attempted truces between the Assassins and Templars when questioned by Desmond. This raises the question: could Connor and Shay’s alliance have been one of those fleeting moments of cooperation? However, this perspective does not fully explain the Homestead’s disappearance. Other historical events, such as the War of 1812, Tecumseh's Rebellion, and the earliest form of Manifest Destiny, also loom large in this period, potentially influencing the fate of the Brotherhood and its stronghold. It’s plausible that Connor, much like Altair before him, recognized that the Homestead had become a liability—a beacon that exposed them to their enemies. This awareness might have prompted him to relocate the Colonial Brotherhood to various hidden enclaves across America.

As the notion of Manifest Destiny gained traction, different sects of the American Brotherhood likely experienced varying degrees of success, especially after Connor’s passing left them without an influential leader to guide them amidst the resurgence of Templar influence through members such as William Magear "Boss" Tweed, a powerful business tycoon and politician, and Shay’s descendants. Thus, the interwoven fates of Connor, Shay, and the Davenport Homestead present a complex tapestry of alliances, conflicts, and historical forces that shaped the Brotherhood's legacy during a tumultuous period in American history.

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Davenport Homestead: An Assassin Fake Out? Other sources, such as from former Ubisoft writer James Nadiger, as well as the fourth illustration of the Assassin's Creed Reflections comic, do give the implication that the entire "disappearance" of the Homestead was supposed to be an orchestrated trick from Connor and the Assassins to throw off the scent of the Templars.

James Nadiger: "Connor would have had his family and friends, and the American Assassins would have played pivotal roles in stuff like the War of 1812. And the idea that the Davenport homestead vanished or that he died alone would all be a fake out to throw the Templars off their scent."

Retcons (?) aside, it’s important to note that the Homestead had still vanished by 2012 when Desmond discovered the precursor key left behind by Connor. This only raises several questions to ponder about: 1.) Why the Fake-Out? – If the Homestead’s disappearance was staged, what prompted the Assassins to resort to such drastic measures? Was it a strategic move to protect a (precursor) key asset?

2.) Impact of Historical Events – How did events like Tecumseh’s Rebellion, the War of 1812, or Manifest Destiny possibly influence the decision to abandon or conceal the Homestead?

3.) Connor’s Legacy – Did Connor anticipate the need to decentralize the Brotherhood, moving away from a single stronghold like the Homestead to ensure its survival? On that note, what the hell even happened to Connor?

4.) Templar Influence – How involved were the Templars in the Homestead’s fate? Did Shay, his descendants, or other Templar factions play a role in its disappearance? If not, why does the sudden move happen, as Shaun implies?

5.) Effectiveness of the Ruse – If the disappearance was a ruse, how effective was it? Did it successfully deceive the Templars, or was it only a temporary measure? --------------------------------------------------------------------------

In conclusion, the mystery of the Davenport Homestead's disappearance leaves us with more questions than answers. Whether its vanishing was part of a strategic ruse by the Assassins or influenced by external historical events, the Homestead’s fate remains a key enigma within Assassin's Creed history. As we explore the possible connections between Connor’s legacy, Templar schemes, and the broader forces of Manifest Destiny, it’s clear that the Homestead’s story is intertwined with the survival and evolution of the American Brotherhood during a pivotal time.

[yuurei20]

Translation from Twisted Wonderland the 2nd novel: Spelldrive Practice Match (pt 4/5)

"As Cater says, the unity of the Savanaclaw students—led by Leona—is overwhelming. With their own hastily assembled team, there is no way for them to compete.

Especially the inexperienced first-year students, who have barely ever played before.

Grim and the others have simply worn themselves out chasing after a disc that is always just above their heads. Deftly guided to where they would be at their weakest, they would find themselves isolated from their own team before they realized it.

And, once separated, there was nothing they could do but take the torment.

Spelldrive played by Leona’s team is like a hunt: efficient, elegant, and merciless. The Savanaclaw players surround their prey, toy with their targets, and laugh.

As the sun begins to set, the lights that illuminate the field cast a stark, shimmering glow on the dismal scene. Once again Grim makes rough contact with an opposing player, his small body rolling along the ground like dust blown by the wind.

‘Grim!’ Yuuya shouts toward the field. ‘Hey, are you okay?’

‘There's no way I'm okay!’ Grim yells back. He seems to still have some energy left, but his confidence from before the match is gone.

‘I can't take this anymore...Yuu, switch with me.’

‘Hey, you were the one who was the most pumped up about this…’ Ace struggles to stand but nearly topples, steadied by a hand that reaches out to save him from falling.

Just as Yuuya moves to step out onto the field, Ruggie interjects.

'Hey now. It's not cool for outsiders to interfere with a match.’

‘But everyone is so beaten up…!’

‘And?’ Ruggie mockingly tilts his head. ‘If you're serious about Spelldrive, you're gonna get worn out. Besides, injuries are part of any sport.’

‘B-but, when Grim got knocked into just now…that looked like it was on purpose.’

‘Huh? You tryin’ to say that that was our fault? I'd appreciate it if you didn't go making baseless accusations.’

Despite Yuuya gathering all his courage for this confrontation, Ruggie brushes him off without a care.

The player who ran into Grim gives a bark of laughter. ‘Yeah, that’s right!’

‘We’re practicing our tails off over here, where’s the gratitude?’

‘Damn it. They’re mocking us.’ Deuce spits brownish saliva onto the ground. He may have cut the inside of his mouth when he fell. He wipes his mouth with the back of his fist, which Cater then grabs, to stop him.

’Picking a fight would be playing right into their hands. Everyone—instead of following the disc, let’s stick to our teammates and keep ourselves safe.’

‘That’s a good strategy. If you can pull it off.,’ Leona chuckles, looking down at the frustrated group.

‘On your feet, herbivores. This barely counts as practice for our team. We need you to at least stand in as targets for the disc.’

[thatposidengirly]

heres Rio’s chapter :3

Chapter 2: Rio Caraden Smith (Child of Poseidon)  

This day can’t get any worse. First, I get claimed by my Godly parent, you might think that’s a good thing, considering I'm a child of one of the Big Three gods! And POSEIDON NO LESS! And the fact that I just had to get claimed in front of my teacher, a FURY(one of the goddesses of vengeance, Tisiphone I think)! I was in class zoned out as usual, when a holographic trident appeared above my head. I didn’t notice until my Teacher (the Fury) tackled me out the window. Where I threw her in front of a bus and ran as fast as I physically could. 

After that, I prayed to Hermes, by reciting “May swift-footed Hermes, guide of words and meaning, who clears the way for unity and understanding, be with me: I honor you and praise your might”. It felt weird since he’s technically my cousin. But he gave me some bus tickets so, Thanks, Hermes! It took about 2 hours to get from my school to the edge of Long Island, where I met Sunny (a child of Apollo)  and Ace (a child of Nemesis). I met Ace first, they’re nice we met on the bus ride, and Sunny met us after Ace and I got off the bus, she had just enough money to get us some snacks from a liquor store, and we had to combine our Drachmas to hail the Grey Sisters Taxi to the border of Camp Half-blood.

In the cab I sat in the middle, Sunny was on the passenger side and Ace was on the driver's side. Sunny was blushing for some reason; she reminds me of my girlfriend Scarlett. She’s a Daughter of Hermes, Sunny told me this was her eighth year at camp, and this is my first so I'm nervous about how my first day will go.

When we arrived at Camp Sunny, Ace and I all split up to go to our cabins. The Poseidon cabin is empty, besides a few beds and decorations, it feels so lonely. I went to the infirmary to go see Sunny, she was already working. After the day went by Sunny and I went to the campfire, we had fun eating s’mores and singing campfire songs, and that’s when I got claimed, again, Poseidon’d trident started glowing over my head, and then a rainbow also appeared over my head.

Sunny looked at me confused “Poseidon and Iris?” Sunny said in a confused tone. And trust me she’s not the only one confused, after that, the rest of the day is a blur, I went to the big house to talk to Chiron but that’s it.

The next day was extremely eventful, I was at the beach praying to my dad when a Hippocampus(AN ACTUAL HIPPOCAMPUS) came out of the water and just bowed to me, I named her Lorelei, She’s very cute, and she wanted me to get on her back, so in total laps of judgment I got on her back and she rode into the ocean. Yea I know I also thought I was a goner, We passed an underwater Palace, I think I was a mermaid but more shark-like, and then we arrived on an Island with a beautiful palace.

I MET POSEIDON! He’s letting me stay at his palace for however long I want, he introduced me to his wife Amphitrite. While I was on my way to my new room I met my family. Orange is one of my half-siblings, along with a few others, notably, I have a cousin who’s the daughter of Amphitrite, her name is Coral, we met when I went to get a midnight snack and she was there eating a cup of Noodles, we had a fun little chat. That’s it for now see ya later alligator! 

Yes. Perfection. This is exactly how I think she would write, lol 😆

Also her Regina George-ing her teacher 😂

[theroyalhouseofwindtsar]

HABEMUS PAPAM: CARDINAL TAGLE ANNOUNCES POPE BENEDICTO VI

pilgrims gathered in St. Peter's Square, their eyes fixed on the grand balcony of St. Peter’s Basilica. The bells of the basilica rang joyously, echoing across the city of Rome.

Moments later, Cardinal Tagle, the chosen Protodeacon, stepped forward onto the balcony dressed in traditional red vestments. The crowd fell silent, hearts racing as they awaited his historic words.

With a solemn yet uplifting tone, Cardinal Tagle began the ancient proclamation:

"Annuntio vobis gaudium magnum: Habemus Papam!" ("I announce to you a great joy: We have a Pope!")

The crowd erupted in thunderous applause, cheers filling the square. Cardinal Tagle continued:

"Eminentissimum ac reverendissimum dominum, dominum Joseph Francis, Sanctae Romanae Ecclesiae Cardinalem, qui sibi nomen imposuit Benedicto Sexto." ("The Most Eminent and Most Reverend Lord, Joseph Francis, Cardinal of the Holy Roman Church who has chosen for himself the name Benedicto VI.")

As the crowd roared with excitement, the crimson curtains parted, and the newly elected Pope stepped forward. Pope Benedicto VI emerged dressed in immaculate white papal robes, a golden pectoral cross resting on his chest. He raised his hand in blessing, his expression calm yet filled with warmth and humility.

With a gentle smile, he addressed the gathered faithful:

"Fratelli e sorelle, buongiorno…" ("Brothers and sisters, good morning…")

The Pope’s first words carried a message of peace and unity:

"I thank the College of Cardinals for their trust, and above all, I thank God for guiding us to this sacred moment. Let us walk together in faith, hope, and love as we seek to serve the Church and all of humanity."

The crowd erupted into joyful chants of “Viva il Papa!” as Pope Benedicto VI extended his blessing:

"Urbi et Orbi…" ("To the city and to the world…")

The celebration in St. Peter’s Square continued well into the Day. Hymns echoed through the ancient streets of Rome as the faithful rejoiced in the dawn of a new papacy under Pope Benedicto VI.

[damez1979]

Assassin’s Creed Unity Walkthrough - Le Roi Est Mort | Arno vs. Roi des Thunes | Dame Z Gaming

[greycappedjester]

How did u decide to put which chracters in which house for ur hq@hw? Like Mad Dog in Hufflepuff

In general, I thought a lot about their arcs and what they "needed" or represented

For characters like Asahi, Yamaguchi, and Yachi, they're characters who in the manga/anime are characterized a lot by their fears and insecurities and their arcs are about the bravery of facing those fears anyway and standing up for what they want. To me, that's some ultimate bravery so they went to Gryffindor. Ones like Noya, Iwaizumi, and Daichi, on the other hand, already have those Gryffindor characteristics and are pretty confident in themselves. They less need Gryffindor as they represent it.

Characters that seemed more interested in the analysis properties of the game--Kenma, Akaashi, and Shimizu--seemed better for Ravenclaw. They thrive in environments of thought and reflection.

Ones like Kageyama and Mad Dog, their arcs are so heavily about learning to rely on teams/others/friendship, I felt they HAD to go to Hufflepuff. They needed the House of loyalty and I feel flourish within that support where another House would increase their isolation tendencies. Date Tech characters also leaned toward Hufflepuff since their whole thing is strength in unity making the wall (Aone and Futakuchi especially seemed to be shown caring heavily about the team and graduating seniors). Ones like Bokuto and Hinata, meanwhile, are exeptionly friendly and inspiring characters that represent the House. Tbh, Hinata would also make a good Slytherin but Hufflepuff made more sense plotwise so that tipped the balance; really, I feel like Kageyama needed Hinata in Hufflepuff. Their early relationship would be too strained otherwise. For that and other plot reasons, Hinata's a Hufflepuff.

For Slytherin, characters that more focused on personal ambition went to that house. Lev, for example, had an arc (in manga/anime) where it was clear his goal was he really wanted to be Ace. His ambition guided his actions, much like Daishou. Matsu, Makki, and Suga meanwhile are characters that seem to take joy on reading the people around them and lightly manipulating them to their advantage. Maki and Matsu in a teasing way, Suga in a encourage and help the team way. They're very strategic in their communication which fit Slytherin to me. Oikawa is a mix of all that.

Hope this answers your question. Thanks for the ask.

[astrojulia]

Exploring the Depths of Swords Arcana

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Introduction to Swords Arcana

The sword's essence truly manifests itself within the crucible of combat and dueling. Envisioning "lightweight" scenes would undermine its inherent purpose, for the sword's function thrives in battle and warfare. These blades seek conflict, striving for victory on the battlefield. Crafted with dual blades, the metal embodies a cutting edge and a dualistic universe. These symbols of warriors endeavor to convey their perspective, even enduring pain, where survival often hinges on a kill-or-be-killed mentality.

Disclaimer: The way I learned to read tarot cards does not involve the use of upright and reversed positions. Instead, they rely on their symbology, positive and negative meanings, and the readings depend more on the spread rather than whether the card is upright or reversed. Also, the Court Cards will also have its separate post and I’m using Rider-Waite as reference.

Ace of Spades

Symbolism: The ace, denoting unity and the inception of concepts, is entwined with the Air element (yang). This synergy births the genesis of ideas, showcasing the active force behind their inception and their influence on our mental realm. Such ideas arise from fleeting moments, mirroring the sword's grasp, connecting to the phallic symbol, signifying assertion. It exhibits agility and fluidity through its form, accompanied by nobility represented by the crown.

Positive Aspects: This card signifies the emergence of impactful ideas and noble intentions. It encompasses words, plans, and ethical principles vocalized by individuals. Illuminating thoughts underscore its essence, driven by persistent contemplation. The ace heralds the commencement of fruitful conversations, dialogues, or even disagreements. A quest for righteousness is evident, guided by the urge to express what is perceived as right. Engaging in argumentation and asserting one's will takes center stage, underpinned by the necessity for courteous, direct, and noble communication.

Ace of Spades: In this context, the negative connotation reflects unfulfilled principles and groundless ideas. Such fleeting concepts are akin to a "flash in the pan," lacking in substance. Dishonorable and deceitful words accompany these notions, sowing disorder and distress. Antagonistic ideas fuel endless debates, potentially leading to harmful intentions or superficial propositions. The inability to wield a sword metaphorically signifies a lack of defense or empowerment.

2 of Swords

Symbolism: The number two emerges from the unity of one, representing a dualistic, opposing nature. The delicate equilibrium is disrupted as divergent ideas contend for supremacy. Depicted is a figure bearing the weight of swords, symbolizing the challenge of decision-making. The moon and water elements evoke emotional detachment, urging logical discernment. Blindfolded, impartiality prevails, underscoring the significance of thoughtful positioning.

Positive Aspects: This card embodies truces, agreements, and harmonious resolutions. It underscores the value of diplomacy, facilitating consensus and informed choices. The card encourages steadfastness in decision-making and the careful balance between emotional and rational faculties. Diplomatic interactions with diverse individuals and groups, along with honorable conflicts, are encouraged. Well-crafted competition and stimulating rivalry fuel intellectual growth, fostering teamwork and camaraderie. The card suggests favorable judgments and well-reasoned decisions.

Negative Aspects: On the flip side, hesitation, doubt, and emotional indecision take center stage. The impartiality, when taken to an extreme, fosters unethical behavior and truce-related challenges. Disregarding empathy for differing perspectives hinders harmony, leading to superficial interactions and a lack of understanding. The card cautions against evading responsibility and shying away from comprehensive evaluations.

3 of Spades

Symbolism: The number three signifies the synthesis of unity and duality, birthing new ideas through opposing forces. In this context, the card portrays a novel notion arising from these forces, akin to the formulation of a decisive sentence. Despite potential pain or discomfort, consensus remains crucial. The heart symbolizes the challenge, as emotional attachments might hinder logical resolution.

Positive Aspects: The card signifies relief following a resolute decision-making process. It encourages embracing responsibility, prioritizing collective well-being over personal privilege. Delving deep into the core of issues and resolving them swiftly is urged, emphasizing direct and efficient approaches. The card celebrates the courage to stand by one's values and the willingness to engage in benevolent actions, even if they entail personal sacrifice.

Negative Aspects: Anguish and despair arise from indecision and the burden of responsibility. Ineffectual attempts at problem-solving lead to mental agony. The absence of creativity, failure to achieve consensus, and inability to focus on a singular idea impede progress. The card warns against neglecting diverse perspectives, resulting in missed opportunities for growth and understanding.

4 of Swords

Symbolism: The number four introduces order to the realm of ideas, a challenge for the airy element. To become a productive force, air requires motion and direction. Thus, the card conveys a hushed tranquility, analogous to a serene church setting. It serves as a pause for strategic contemplation, a call to hone one's skills, and an invitation for introspective reconfiguration.

Positive Aspects: This card encourages introspection, thoughtful analysis, and strategic reorganization. Taking a break to rest and restore mental clarity is advised. Meditation and silence facilitate deeper reflection, allowing ideas to crystallize and insights to emerge. Prioritizing observation over discourse fosters efficient idea generation and encourages the development of practices that enhance cognitive clarity.

Negative Aspects: Stagnation, repetitiveness, and a lack of innovation permeate the air. The card warns against fixating on static, unproductive ideas. It discourages excessive sleep or detachment, which hinder effective communication and constructive action. The chasm between intention and execution is evident, underscoring the importance of aligning thoughts with tangible efforts.

5 of Swords

Symbolism: The number five signifies an attempt to transcend limitations, often leading to inexperience and failure. The card depicts a scene of defeat, where an individual encounters more adept adversaries, resulting in loss. The pursuit of reasoning with others reveals the unpreparedness, leading to a fallen argument. The imagery portrays a thwarted endeavor, highlighting the ephemeral nature of such endeavors.

Positive Aspects: Amid defeat, there's resilience and partial preservation. Although the battle is lost, the war remains. The card advises relinquishing harmful ideas, recognizing the potential for future success. Lessons learned from failures guide future actions, urging meticulous evaluation and adjustment. The card emphasizes persistence and growth despite setbacks.

Negative Aspects: Unprepared and futile attempts mar the landscape, leading to loss, frustration, and difficulty. The card cautions against hasty actions and irrational pursuits, promoting negative outcomes. Pessimism and self-sabotaging tendencies hinder progress, reinforcing the importance of measured, strategic endeavors.

6 of Swords

Symbolism: The number six embodies reparation and reconciliation, offering a chance to seek refuge and new perspectives. Depicted is the act of rescuing individuals from shame and guiding them toward safe havens. This card symbolizes the quest for harmony among conflicting ideas, advocating introspection and the mending of one's convictions.

Positive Aspects: The card heralds a period of healing, restoration, and finding solace. It encourages seeking alternative paths and viewpoints, striving for inner and external harmony. Support from others aids the journey toward clarity and resolution. Embracing change and transformation facilitates growth and renewal.

Negative Aspects: A retreat in shame, evading confrontation and hiding from self-awareness, becomes prominent. The card advises against avoidance and self-imposed isolation, which hinder growth and understanding. Dwelling on difficulties and resisting change further impede progress, promoting stagnation and personal loss.

7 of Swords

Symbolism: The number seven embodies persistence and belief, emphasizing the power of steadfastness. In the realm of air, believing is seeing. The card showcases the strength of persistence, rooted in logical reasoning and problem-solving. The imagery portrays selective focus, leaving behind unnecessary issues to address core problems.

Positive Aspects: The card urges vigilance and strategic thinking. It emphasizes using intelligence to one's advantage, remaining diplomatic, and asserting one's perspective with flexibility. The number seven symbolizes unwavering dedication to one's beliefs and employing diverse tactics to communicate and persuade.

Negative Aspects: Persisting in error or faulty beliefs takes center stage. Impulsivity and a lack of diplomacy hinder effective communication. Engaging in tangential arguments and altering points for convenience are discouraged. The card warns against adopting a cynical viewpoint, lacking trust in one's intuition, and attempting to appease others at the expense of authenticity.

8 of Swords

Symbolism: The number eight reflects a doubling of four, highlighting the establishment of order and productivity. However, it struggles to integrate effectively with the airy element. The imagery portrays an individual surrounded by diverse ideas, expressing a willingness to defend personal convictions. This card signifies a challenge to confront and assess one's beliefs.

Positive Aspects: The card emboldens one to face opposing opinions and challenges. It advocates stepping onto the stage of challenge, drawing upon inner courage to evaluate one's beliefs and actions. The number eight emphasizes introspection and self-awareness, encouraging the exploration of diverse viewpoints to refine one's perspective.

Negative Aspects: Fear-induced paralysis prevails, impeding growth and progress. The card warns against succumbing to false truths or succumbing to external pressures. Paralysis by one's own or others' opinions prevents open communication and hinders the authentic expression of thoughts. It calls for breaking free from self-imposed constraints to foster personal growth.

9 of Swords

Symbolism: The number nine symbolizes mature and evolved thought stemming from the unity of one. This card portrays an individual deep in thought, encapsulating a mature mental state where responsibilities and ideas carry weight. Astrological symbols on the quilt suggest celestial guidance, underscoring the connection between life's signs and profound inquiries.

Positive Aspects: Deep contemplation and profound meditation are the hallmarks of this card. It champions methodical problem-solving, offering a path to practical resolutions. Seeking guidance through prayer and introspection facilitates mental clarity and wise decision-making. The number nine signifies embracing responsibility and harnessing wisdom to navigate life's challenges.

Negative Aspects: The card cautions against clinging to outdated or immature perspectives. It signifies mental distress, phobias, and unsettling thoughts that hinder rational thinking. A lack of sleep, mental unrest, and a single-minded fixation on distressing thoughts pervade, hindering sound judgment and emotional well-being.

10 of Swords

Symbolism :The number ten encapsulates the culmination of experiences within the suit, often leading to a decisive outcome. The imagery depicts a figure pierced by swords, signifying a significant end or transition. While defeat may be apparent, a new day dawns, symbolized by the rising sun and a fresh sword, heralding renewal and potential growth.

Positive Aspects: This card signifies triumph and conquest, wherein opposing ideas succumb to one's convictions. Problems are resolved, and obstacles are overcome. The number ten celebrates the strength of will, organization, and focused effort. It signifies the ability to take decisive action and reap the rewards of perseverance.

Negative Aspects: The card symbolizes defeat, ruin, and the cessation of progress. Overcoming difficulties becomes a daunting task as obstacles pile up. The number ten cautions against tyrannical thinking, arrogance, and the risk of ignoring opposing perspectives. It warns against allowing fear and negativity to paralyze progress.

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[polo-drone-001]

The Golden Team: Bonding Through Unity

The locker room hummed softly with the sounds of quiet laughter and low voices. It was late, far past practice, but the team wasn’t done. This was a different kind of gathering—one that didn’t require drills or sprints, but something far more intimate. Tonight was about bonding, about pulling the team closer, solidifying their unity.

The golden glow of the jerseys hanging on the racks reflected faintly off the dim lights overhead. One by one, the players lingered, shirts peeled off, muscles slick with the faint sheen of effort. Golden Army wasn’t just a name. It was a promise, a connection forged through sweat, loyalty, and something deeper that none of them could fully describe.

The hum of conversation shifted as a figure stepped into the room. Ezan. Shirt off, his defined physique cast in the warm locker-room light. There was no commanding presence about him tonight, no barked orders or stern gaze. Just quiet intensity and a faint, knowing smirk. He moved slowly, settling onto the bench as he stretched, his golden AC Milan jersey draped lazily over his shoulder. It was clear he was waiting—but for what, no one yet knew.

Across the room, Leo leaned against a locker, a towel slung around his neck. His eyes flicked toward Ezan with an unspoken understanding before landing on the younger recruit, Tyler. Tyler’s flushed face and nervous fidgeting betrayed how new he was to this team bonding ritual. His golden jersey clung to him like a second skin, perfectly fit yet somehow heavy, a weight of expectation and purpose he was still growing into.

“You don’t need to think too hard, rookie,” Leo said softly, stepping forward. His voice held no bite, only calm reassurance. “Just let go. That’s how we build trust here.”

Tyler swallowed hard, his fingers brushing over the hem of his jersey, where the soft fabric met his skin. Something about the atmosphere—the faint musk of bodies, the low thrum of breaths—made it impossible to resist. The golden team didn’t just play together. They shared everything.

Ezan’s smirk deepened as he leaned back, watching Leo approach Tyler, his movements deliberate. “Show him how it’s done,” Ezan murmured, his voice soft but magnetic, curling around the edges of the rookie’s mind.

Leo smiled, lifting Tyler’s chin gently with two fingers. “You’re part of us now. You feel that, don’t you?”

Tyler nodded shakily. He didn’t trust his voice, but he couldn’t deny the pull—the need to give in, to be held by the unity the team offered. It wasn’t a choice. It was instinct.

With slow precision, Leo peeled Tyler’s jersey over his head, the golden fabric sliding away like it had a will of its own. Tyler’s breathing hitched, his chest rising and falling, fully exposed under the soft locker-room light. There was no shame here, no judgment—just an acceptance of belonging. Leo ran a hand over Tyler’s shoulder, his touch firm but reassuring. Tyler’s nerves faded, replaced with a faint, blissful calm.

“Good,” Leo murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. “You’re learning.”

Across the room, another teammate leaned back on the bench, his jersey tossed carelessly beside him, his golden shorts clinging to every curve of his legs. He watched the scene unfold with a lazy satisfaction, fingers tracing faint patterns into the sheen of his kit. “You know what comes next,” he said to no one in particular.

Tyler exhaled, his thoughts growing hazy as Leo pressed closer, the warmth of his skin and the faint, intoxicating scent of sweat mingling into something almost hypnotic. There was no need for words anymore—just movement, breath, and the soft rustle of golden fabric as jerseys were shed and bonds were forged.

Ezan watched silently, his golden gaze unblinking as the team moved in sync. The rookies folded into the rhythm, guided by steady hands and the weight of unity. Every touch, every shared breath, solidified what it meant to belong. There were no individuals here—only a collective, stronger together, bound by something deeper than words.

Hours later, the locker room was quiet again. Jerseys hung neatly on the racks, their golden fabric still faintly warm. The players sat shoulder to shoulder on the benches, breaths slow, bodies relaxed, smiles soft. Tyler leaned against Leo, his earlier nervousness replaced with a calm, glowing satisfaction. He wasn’t alone anymore. He was part of something greater.

Ezan rose, pulling his jersey back on, its golden shine catching the last bit of light. “Welcome to the team,” he said simply, his voice low but full of pride. The others followed suit, the room filling with the soft rustle of golden kits being donned once more.

The team stood as one, ready to face whatever came next. Tonight was about bonding, about strengthening the invisible threads that tied them together. And now, with the rookies folded into the unity of the Golden Army, they were stronger than ever.

This wasn’t just a team. It was a brotherhood, one that thrived on sweat, trust, and the golden bond that held them all together.

Ready to join the team? The Golden Army awaits. Contact us and take your place.

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[roppongi-division]

Hypnotic Summer (Sextet Squad Ver.)

[Ren:]

In the heart of summer's blaze, melodies rise, a story untold

Through the rhythm of the city, my legacy unfolds

[Max:]

Whispers of the forest, secrets in the light, a silhouette's quest

Chasing the echoes of a presence, in summer's warmth, I never rest

[Kaiji:]

In the glimmer of the spotlight, a mysterious allure behind the fame

A masquerade of glamour, where intentions remain pure and untamed

[Lovesick:]

From Kobe's vibrant streets, our unity resounds

Lovesick's rhythm, a symphony of summer's profound sounds

[Asato:]

In the summer's heat, a silent beat, melons rise to a strange feat

Fields whisper tales, in the sun's detail, where my stoic smile veils a trail

[Yano:]

Glass sculptures catch the summer's fire, reflecting dreams that never tire

Wherever the stars may conspire, in Toyama's embrace, I'll just fly higher!

[Kensaku:]

Summer's green, in lab serene, where life's elixirs are unseen

With a latte's flair, in the nature's care, my research dares

[ECO BooN:]

We're ECO BooN, summer's green in our monsoon

Under the same sun and moon, our lyrics bloom, a natural boon

[Sextet Squad:]

Oh! Yeah! Oh! Yeah! Oh! Yeah! Oh!

Quash the thoughts running through your mind

It's time for a burning hot show

We're survivors with a sudden burst of motivation

Fire that big flower into the starry sky

And let it bloom just like we planned

Those simpler days

Feel awfully precious now

Dance in the depths of disdain

But trying something new isn't so bad either

[Ace:]

BBQ's glow, football flies, beachside cheers

Summer's liberty, we conquer, with absolutely no frontiers

[Evelyn:]

Beach's calm, sun's embrace, with love, no stress

Okinawa's charm, in summer's dress, we impress!

[Rashaad:]

Bar's alive, cool sips 'neath neon's hum

Summer's patrons find solace, to Eagle's Nest, they come

[Liberty Guild:]

Red, white, and blue, our unity's song

In summer's embrace, Liberty Guild stands strong!

[Akihisa:]

Whiskey on ice, summer's vice, I watch over the crew

In Katsushika's haze, a father's gaze, guiding true

[Touya:]

School's chains break, mischief's wake, with friends I'm free

Summer's spree, we roam, we see, in wild glee!

[Rintaro:]

Summer's heat, I don't skip a beat, I do whatever the fuck I please

Fires catch with ease, in the scorch, that's where I find my peace

[Death Row Block:]

Katsushika's sun, our stories spun, in summer's flame

Death Row Block, we claim our name, in this heated game

[Sextet Squad:]

Oh! Yeah! Oh! Yeah! Oh! Yeah! Oh!

Quash the thoughts running through your mind

It's time for a burning hot show

We're survivors with a sudden burst of motivation

Fire that big flower into the starry sky

And let it bloom just like we planned

Those simpler days

Feel awfully precious now

Dance in the depths of disdain

Drowning in something new sounds nice

[Ryūnnosuke:]

In the dojo's silence, a tempest stirs, my spirit's alight

Summer's rhythm in my blood, a fire burning bright

[Kyō:]

The beach's heartbeat syncs with mine, a perfect harmony

Summer's sentinel, in the tropical symphony

[Naoki:]

In the embrace of the stage's glow, I weave summer's narrative

A tapestry of emotion, in each performance, I live

[Wild Shīnu:]

We are Wild Shīnu, with Naha's heart in our beat

In the summer's fervor, our fiery lyrics meet!

[Nellie:]

Summer's narrative, in my hands, stories weave and laughter lands

Journalist's ink, family's link, in the sun's narrative, we sync

[Eden:]

Guitar's hum, flirts come, in summer's beat, I strum

Stage's charm, arm in arm, in the heat, I spin yarn

[Kaede:]

Sun's caress, even 'zombies' confess, in the light, my tunes progress

Twilight's dance, a chance, in summer's song, I advance

[Trickstar:]

Hamamatsu's heat, in summer's feat, our lyrics meet

City's tale, in the sun's veil, we sail, in the summer gale

[Sextet Squad:]

Oh! Yeah! Oh! Yeah! Oh! Yeah! Oh!

Quash the thoughts running through your mind

It's time for a burning hot show

We're survivors with a sudden burst of motivation

Fire that big flower into the starry sky

And let it bloom just like we planned

Those simpler days

Feel awfully precious now

Dance in the depths of disdain

We don't mind trying something new

Oh! Ey! Oh! Oh! Ey! Oh!

Oh! Ey! Oh! Oh! Ey! Oh!

Who needs cheap tricks when you have Hypnosis Mics?

Everything's mixed and shaken in this special take

Who needs cheap tricks when you have Hypnosis Mics?

Everything's mixed and shaken in this special take

Quash the thoughts running through your mind

It's time for a burning hot show

We're survivors with a sudden burst of motivation

Fire that big flower into the starry sky

And let it bloom just like we planned

Those simpler days

Feel awfully precious now

Dance in the depths of disdain

But trying something new isn't so bad either

Ow!

@kobedivision @toyama-division @okinawa-division @katsushika-division @naha-division @hamamatsu-divison