#GOD IT WAS SO COOL TO JUST SEE HER GAIN ALL THE CARDS IN THE GAME LEAVING HIM WITH NONE

[coconut530]

GET HIM GIRLY!!!!!

[lily-jaxk]

MC Twin AU - SYLUS'S Darling

You couldn't believe it, but you had been kidnapped.

You weren't even scared. Okay, that was a lie. You were terrified, but you were also really annoyed.

And flattered.

Well, being kidnapped means you must mean a lot to someone, right? So much that your kidnapper would think to make that person panic, they would kidnap you. How sweet!

But still so annoying. Why you?! What could your kidnapper possibly gain from kidnapping you?

You weren't rich, nor did you have a rich friend or partner. Information? Sure, you knew this world was a video game, but that didn't mean you knew everything.

You pause your thoughts as your kidnapper removes the blindfold they had placed around your eyes. You blink, then deadpan. "You have got to be kidding me."

You couldn't believe it. Of all the people to have kidnapped you, it had to be the twins!?

Meaning, it had to be the boss of Onychinus!??

You stare at the twins in masks before you, then let out a long sigh. Now that you knew who had kidnapped you, you just couldn't find it within yourself to be scared at all. "Quick question." You begin, shifting in your chair and cocking your head to the side. "Did you mean to kidnap me, or did you mean to kidnap MC?"

The twins look at each other. " . . . . Are you not MC?" one of them, who you assume is Luke, asked, and a loud groan leaves you. "God. Damm it!"

Sometimes, you really hated the fact that you and the MC were identical twins, because sometimes you ended up in shitty situations like these!

Unbelievable! Truly unbelievable!

"Hey, are you not MC?"

"But she looks just likes her . . . . does that mean MC has a twin or something?"

"Why wouldn't the Boss Man tell us then?"

"Idiot, what if MC didn't tell Boss Man that she had a twin? So how would he know?"

"But why wouldn't she tell him about her twin?"

"Why would she tell him about her twin?"

"But why wouldn't she?"

"But why would she?"

What were you witnessing? Did they act like this in game? What the fuck was going on?

You couldn't help but watch with morbid fascination as the twins continued to argue back and forth with each other. Did all twins do this? Did you and MC do this? You probably did, but is this what it was like to experience it?

The three of you freeze as the door opens, and you watch a very familiar, very attractive man walk in. Deep red eyes, beautiful white hair, it was Sylus in the flesh, alright.

Ok [Name], breathe in, and breathe out. Sure, the man who made you actually focus on the game is before you. Sure, the man whose myth you sobbed over is breathing the same air as you. And sure, the man you wasted hours upon hours grinding to get all his cards is now walking towards you, but that didn't matter.

All that mattered was getting out of this place alive.

Because you weren't MC, who had half of his heart. You were [Name]. a simp who could probably die if you weren't careful. And quite frankly, even dying can be expensive.

Damm this shitty economy. You couldn't wait for Philos.

You shift in your chair as Sylus stops in front of you, his red gaze pinning you down. ". . . You're not MC," he murmurs, a smile forming on his lips.

You blink. "Holy shit you can tell."

"Wait, so MC actually has a twin?"

"Huh, so we aren't the only twins here anymore!"

"How cool is that?"

A dark chuckle leaves Sylus's lips, and he leans down to grasp your chin, bringing your face closer to his. "You look like her," he continues, his thumb rubbing your chin, "But there's a tiny little mole underneath your eye. Right . . . . there."

You could only stare up at Sylus with slightly wide eyes, trying to shove down the simping part of you. No! This was a serious moment! Down girl! Down! "What . . . . what are you - wait, who even are you!?"

He merely laughs. "Hello, darling. I'm glad to see you again."

You pause. What? What did he mean by that?

See you again?? Had the two of you met before?? The fuck??

Prologue | Caleb | Zayne | Xaiver | Rafayel | Sylus |

1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | Sylus | 18+

I was supposed to post the final part of the Caleb part, and Rafayel Part 2, but um...here ya go!

[lacy-oh-lacy]

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑮𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒎 𝑪𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝑺𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒔 𝒄𝒓𝒖𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒄𝒔

⋆ 𝑯𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒆𝒚, 𝑰𝒗𝒚 & 𝑺𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒂 x Reader | 𝑴𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕

𝑯𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒆𝒚

-Harley’s so over the top, she's pulling out her best grand romantic gestures from day one

-but she's also famously “crazy”, so how seriously are you even meant to take it when she starts declaring her love for you like she's a romcom protagonist and not a literal supervillain?

-Well, she takes it deadly seriously, there's a blurred line between a crush and suffocating devotion for Harley

-Emotions hit her hard and escalate fast, and suddenly she's all over you, she's gotta be the clingiest girl in Gotham and you’re not even dating

-Whether it's inviting herself to your home or hugging you out of the blue. Boundaries? Never heard of them

-She’s lovesick, some people might even say she doesn't have crushes, she has victims, but she truly would do almost anything to make you happy

-Her real victims are the people on your bad side, them and anyone who could take you away from her. If you try to date someone else while she has a crush on you, god bless their soul, you’re never seeing them again

-In her delusional brain it's only a matter of time until you feel the same way, but if that's not in the cards, don't worry because she may very well lose interest in you as suddenly as she gained it

𝑰𝒗𝒚

-As a misanthrope, Ivy hates the fact that she has a crush on you, a plain old human. She's disappointed in herself honestly

-Though a master of seduction and manipulation, she has no intention of using such tactics on you, or pursuing you at all for that matter

-More often than not she’s just as cold and standoffish with you as she is with the rest of the world but if you still treat her with decency despite that she's gonna fall for you 10x harder

-She keeps her feelings under lock and key but actions speak louder than words, and the non-verbal kindness she shows you speaks volumes

-Like, again, she’s such a misanthrope and yet she's saving your life, comforting you when you're down, forgiving you for faults that would sign someone else’s death warrant…

-She knows she should just stay far away from you since she doesn't want to deal with her feelings but she can't bring herself to do that either

-especially if you need her in some way, for a villain she really can't resist a damsel in distress

-Basically, she’s simultaneously the least likely of the three to confess her feelings, and also the biggest simp

𝑺𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒂

-Selina’s seductive charm is amped up to eleven around you, you could cut the sexual tension with a batarang

-but don't let your chemistry disarm you, because she’d betray you in a second to further her own ends

-not that she’d ever let something truly bad happen to you, she is much more protective than she lets on

-She’s good at playing it cool like that, you're never quite sure where you stand with her but you know you're getting special treatment

-She’s not a piner, she doesn't miss you when you're not around… but that doesn't mean you're not on her mind, more often than she’d willingly admit actually

-She’s slow to trust and even as she's falling for you she's testing you, she wants to make sure you're worth it

-and once she knows that you are, she is down atrociously bad, you wouldn't know it with how smooth she acts but this woman would follow you through hell

-She likes playing games, she likes the chase, but she also wants to seal the deal, she's used to taking getting what she wants and it shows

[shinayashipper]

Puzzleship role-reversal AU following Egyptian boy Atem who transfered schools to Japan because of his father's job. As a son of a busy, high political figure, Atem constantly changes schools and have very little friends aside from Mahad and Mana who are the children of his father's close colleagues. (The other kids also got scared of him because his father is a powerful figure / only attempting to befriend him to gain benefits).

Atem grew up with strict lessons and pressure. Always have to be the best in everything. He always tried to maintain an aloof, cool-headed, always reliable leader persona, but in truth he's very shy and anxious. His only comfort was playing games, but it's very lonely to play alone (and he's not so fond of online games) (Mahad and Mana play with him but Mahad is older and doesn't have time to play childish games with him and Mana has other interests)

Atem had changed schools a lot, but it's the first time he moved overseas. He didn't know anyone in Japan and only spoke the language a limited amount (even tho his lessons back in Egypt always drilled the language into his brain but with no one to talk to it's pretty hard).

He instantly became The Talk at Domino High as "The cute/cool foreign transfer student from Egypt" and he didn't really like the attention. He became closed-off and only interact with his classmates a minimal amount, even tho he had always wanted to make more friends. (Now people thought he got a Mean Look, because of the frown 😂). Anzu was the first person who greeted him in good-faith because she purely wanted to get to know him and make him feel accepted in class (but he always brushed her off too). Jou and Honda are still part of The Delinquents(TM) and Jou just hated Atem's guts because he thought Atem is "snobby little Rich Kid". Kaiba is still Kaiba and he just Doesn't Care much.

One day, Atem got some free time and decided to visit a nearby game store: Kame Game. It's kind-of old and there's more board games and puzzle games instead of the ever-popular digital ones. But this is how Atem loves his games. (And there's always a weekly little tournament where kids can play Card Games against each other. Very Fun!).

When he came in, the store was empty and dark, but the store still has the "Open" sign at the door so Atem just kept going. There sits an open wooden box with silver carvings on one of the small table where kids play. Atem was intrigued to get closer and he saw some... wooden blocks. Maybe a Puzzle? Atem loves solving puzzles. Because this is just left alone on the play table, it means he can try it right? So he tried Solving it...

And as if the Puzzle itself was calling and urging him to Solve it... he's assembling it very smoothly. He can finally see that it's forming some kind of pendant, just a few more blocks but Grandpa Sugoroku suddenly appears and surprised him 😂 Gramps saw him with the Puzzle/Pendant and you know I really like the idea of him Knowing More than he lets on, he told Atem that this Puzzle was an artifact from The Gods' Time and whoever solved it will get a Wish come true. He urged Atem to take it home and solve it in peace. It might help you in some way, he told him.

So Atem brought The Puzzle home, thinking how that grampa was kind of Weird, but he's also intrigued with the Puzzle- so he's going to solve it. And a wish coming true doesn't sound bad at all...

Atem had solved it Perfectly, and it was a pendant. But nothing happens. Ha! What wish... Atem thought it's probably just Sugoroku's attempt to make him come back to the store and buy something. Atem was kind of Sad tho. But nevermind that, he got a new pendant now, so he wear it immediately and went to sleep. (Having strange Dreams about Storms and a boy with white robes and wearing The Pendant Facing Them... but he's not going to dwell with it- he must be Tired)

[pickles-24]

All Eyes on You (Felix)

2- Who are you?

Author's note: This is my first fic In a while please be patient. ( Daisy Lyn is the Musian name - this is not real-)

PAIRING: College Felix!! x Musician fem reader!!

GENRES: social media au, smut, fluff, angst, mystery, drama, enemies to lovers, college au, celebrity au, non-idol au

WARNINGS: cursing, slow-burn, alcohol/drug consumption, addiction, sexual jokes/ sexual content, toxic relationships, mental health disorders, trauma, mentions of abuse, offense jokes (NOT RACIST NOR ANYTHING LIKE THAT), Felix and MC have a small age gap (He's older by 2 1/2 years) THIS IS NOT IN ANY WAY LINKED TO THE REAL DEALS!

SUMMARY: You're an up-and-coming musician with a decent platform. You and a Friend of Felix's get close eventually leading you to meet Him. Liking each other at first, wasn't in the cards due to several misunderstandings. Throughout the year You start gaining attention from more than just your fans. All eyes are on you.

"I.N?" You ask confused about how Jeongin turned to I.N. He nodded," Yeah, The last two letters of my first name." I.N made more sense now that he'd explained it. "That's a good nickname not gonna lie." You said as you looked at your phone. The time read 9:25, five more minutes until the orientation started. "So Y/N what's your major?" You turn back to him as you answer his question, "I'm majoring in music, but minoring in business."

"Oh that's cool, I'm actually also minoring in business, I'm majoring in Econ. "I.N. commented as he showed you his classes for the semester. He shared five classes with you. You were so relieved, "We share five classes." You said showing him your courses for the first semester. "Oh thank god, my friends and I have different majors and I was so worried," I.N. said giving you a smile. "Can we exchange numbers since we'll be seeing each other every day? If you're ok with it."

You nodded as you handed him your phone and vice versa. The audio crackled as the mic turned on. The orientation was about to start.

You look at your friends who aren’t paying any attention to the orientation and are on their phones. You were at least half listening to what was being said. You sent them a quick text to see if they were on board with the plans.

Time passed and eventually, after what seemed to be forever the orientation ended, "See y'all in a bit." I.N. waved as he left the auditorium where the orientation had just taken place. Shortly after You followed as you made your way back to the car with Soojin and Minnie. "I wanna join a sorority," Soojin said as this time she hoped in the front and Minnie took her place in the back. You gave her a strange look," And why exactly would you want to do that?"

You turned on the car and connected your phone to play some music. Minnie also confused as to why Soojin wanted to join a sorority turned to her, "Do you even know what that is?" Soojin shook her head and answered her girlfriend, "No but I do know that If I take one for the team and join we are partying always." She by Harry styles played in the background as you sigh.

Soojin wasn't necessarily a party girl or at least she wasn't like that in high school. You hoped that with her wanting to join one of the school's sororities she wouldn't regret it. As you turned to exit the campus parking lot a car came speeding by and almost caused an accident. You honked at it and the person driving flipped you off. "What a fucking cunt." You swore taking a deep breath and making your way down to the arcade.

Upon arrival, you notice the same car parked horribly, you roll your eyes as you try to find another parking spot. "You guys can go in and tell I.N I'll be right there." Your friends nod as you drop them off and look for another parking spot that wasn't right next to the ass hat that took 2 parking spots. About a minute later you found one and parked. You made your way into the arcade where spotted I.N., your friends, and some other people.

"Hey," You say approaching him, "Sorry the asshole in the blue Camero took 2 spots." You said not knowing that the owner of the car was behind you. " And who are you?" The voice said not sounding very pleased he was called an asshole. You turned around and said, "I'm Y/N, who are you?" He scoffed taking his car keys out, "I'm Felix, The asshole in the blue Camero"

taglist: @seungseung-minmin

[fancylala4]

I saw some of you anti Ts posts they are funny and I need to Rant. sorry.

I am so FUCKING sick and TIRED of being relatable being cool! Fuck! If I wanna listen to someone they need to sound good! Way better than ME! Why is being average so overhyped! Bring back actual talent! Bring back people who can sing! Really sing. I want to be awestruck. I want to me in mesmerized. For fuckss sake Taylor Swift is only that popular because she is average and these swifties identify with her.

And fucking hell I AM SO TIRED of this bitch! I am so tired that they act like only her achievements count and as if achievements of other artists don't fucking count!

The Weeknd has a song with 4Billion streams on Spotify.

Drake has one song with 3 Billion and one with 2 Billion

Post Malone has one with 3 Billion and two with 2 Billion

Dua Lipa has four with 2 Billion

Justin Bieber has 3 with 2 Billion and 1 with 3 Billion

Coldplay has 3 with 2 Billion

Bruno Mars has 3 songs with 2 Billion

Ed Sheeran has 3 songs with 2 Billion and 1 song with 3 Billion

Taylor fucking Swift just recently as one song with 2 Billion streams! ONE! if she is so big? Why doesn't she have more? I can answer you this. Because her stupid fans only care about first week streams. They care about getting her on the chart. That is what spotify and billboard pushes. These morons will mass play her music all night so it get streams. It's so embarrassing.

If she didn't release shit constantly and her stans weren't some pathetic losers wanting her to chart so she just charts there is no WAY in fucking hell she could compete with todays artists.

Fucking hell and they compare her to Michael Jackson! Taylor Swift does not have the LONGEVITY. SHE DOES NOT. Not Mariah Careys, Britney Spears, Elton John or the Beatles. There's more but here's a few.

Michael Jackson had a top ten hit in 5 DIFFERENT DECADES. ( 6 if you count the Jackson 5) And probably will have another one after the biopic comes out!

If Taylor Swift would do this she would have to be able to have a TOP TEN HIT in 2030 and 2040. There is no way she would be doing this.

Mariah Carey in 4 DECADES SINCE THE 90'S!

Britney Spears the same as Mariah!

Elton John in four from the 70's- 20's missing the 00's and 10's.

The Beatles in the 60's 70's 90's and 20's.

Like i hate it so much how much this woman is pushed! And swifties gon act like as if she is the only artist being this succesful! SHE IS NOT! It's more impressive that Rihanna still gets high streams beside not releasing anything for YEARS! BTCH i wanna see Taylor Swift not releasing anything for 7 Years and see where she's at. Let's find out. But this woman is to coward to ever do that. She is so damn desperate for validation it's embarrassing.

HOW THE FUCK IS SHE NOT EMBARRASSED WINNING ALL THESE AWARDS OVER PEOPLE WHO ARE 10 TIMES MORE TALENTED THAN HER?!

This btch is absolutely not humble because i would be embarrassed. Literally. It's like how can you shit as tour gain so much money when you know you can't dance and are a mid singer.

And these faces of acting shocked when she wins an award! With that open mouth and GOD! Yes we get it you won again "suprisingly."

How the fuck does she have more AOTYs than any other fucking artist ever? How the fuck does this mediocre ass woman have more than Janet, Michael Jackson, Amy Winehouse, Whitney Houston, Mariah Carey, Stevie Wonder.

And don't let me start on her victim card that she has used has her brand since fucking Kanye West had to go up on stage and embarrass her. He literally started this whole shit. You can never criticise her for anything. Because if you do you are a misogynist who just hates succesful women. She's always the fuckin victim and swifties romanticize it so much! They want her to be this struggling underdog who rose to fame cause that is what fits their damn wattpad story!

Taylor Swift wants to be the Man. She wouldn't be as succeaful if she was a man. Point blank period. Her shield to protect her self from any criticism wouldn't work. The only thing she has to be oppressed about is being a woman thats why her and swifties milk it so fuccking hard!!!

Thanks, and it’s ok. This whole blog is just a bunch of rants anyways.

But everything you said was true. I didn’t know she of all people have more aoty awards than those you mentioned. This just proves that the Grammys are a joke.

[weirdoisweird]

YAYYY okok so basically uh

theres this game called Needy Streamer Overdose

i kinda gained inspo from that

so uh

Shes like, a content creator who collaborates with the government to incite the masses. So when ADA gets accused she further incites the folks that yes they arr guilty. Stuff like that. Then she sorta helps inflitrate the port mafia in the sense that she digs information out of the folks in it through her abiligy to Incite folsk to get them to do stuff for her like telling her stuff. Yea

but the incite skill only works best on grouos and masses and not individuals so the way she does to incite individual mafia folks is by distractibg them-- SHE CAN DO COOL CARD TRICKS because i think magicians are neat

so yea thats how shes supposed to meet chuuya and stuff she just pops up in the bar and is like "HELLO GINGER BOY DO YOU WANNA SEE A COOL TRICK"

yea thats about ut

im stull tryna figure out her trauma but yea thats it

so the decora drawing of her is her as a content creator

and the one with shades is when shes infiltrating

yea

sorry if its cringe lol but yea ahahah

and luv uou

byee

thanks for hearing me out it means loads to me

oh my god I love her so much 🫶

it’s not cringe at all! Dw I’ve made a lot cringier

[almea]

I actually finished the 3.1 story before the first banner finished.

I think it's very cute that Mem is slowly starting to say proper words and more people are able to understand her. She spoke a full sentence while not reading someone's memories or something at one point and I was so proud lmao.

God, I looooove that the Reason Titan and the Romance Titan were in love with each other. Like, specifically that it was Reason and Romance who were in love. Like, what a concept.

Also love that Aglaea and Anaxa Do Not Get Along At All, to the point where other characters actively try to keep them apart because there's no time to deal with their bullshit around each other, when they're the demigods of the two Titans who were in love. Another amazing concept. Let me see more of their bullshit together.

Cerces's design is gorgeous and I'm glad they're possessing Anaxa for a while so we can see them for longer.

Hyacine is such a cutie patootie and I'm looking forward to seeing more of her. I assume she's coming out in 3.3 along with Cipher since Phainon feels like he would be one of the last ones. Or maybe they'll start doing single character versions.

Mydei's cutscenes after he became a demigod were all so cool. They really conveyed how much power he gained from that. And I really liked that he's actually kind of a soft boy and his goodbyes were all very sweet. Love that he was like "Castorice, if I die, maybe I can try to get some clues about Thanatos on my way back" and she's just like. No?????

I was like vaguely aware that people were shipping Phainon and Mydei after 3.0, but I gave it zero thoughts until Mydei grabbed Phainon in the trial and said "Found you" and then I was like, oh, I see the vision. Whatever they had going on through the whole story was extremely gay, and then when they said goodbye and Mydei told Phainon he should come visit his library in the next life I was just like. Bitch… that really made me feel something. I truly do not know what it was about that line that made me go "Oh no…"

I didn't have any special attachment to Mydei after 3.0, but by the time he was leaving, I was pretty sad about it. Like, he's not dead or anything, but I'm going to miss having him around. Hopefully he comes back at some point over the next six parts.

They made it pretty clear even in 3.0 that Trianne was going to disappear, but I was still so sad when it happened. They even showed the "Tribbie, see you tomorrow" cutscene in a pre-3.0 trailer but it still somehow hit me so hard??? The cutscenes where she used the Century Gate were so cool though.

Also, I'm currently living in fear with the knowledge that Trinnon is most likely going to disappear before the story is over.

I'm so in love with the CGs of Stelle, Phainon, and Trinnon watching Tribios as she leaves Janusopolis. The almost watercolour effect of the way its coloured just feels so warm and whimsical and magical.

I can't believe they left us with the cliffhanger of March with all that Six-Phased Ice around her last version and then didn't give us any updates on that. How rude. And this was the update that overlapped with her birthday. And also her camera's memory card is full???

The suggestion for Stelle to try the trial for the Time Coreflame really caught me off guard. Like, I guess there is some in-universe logic to it since Oronyx was interested in Stelle, but I already know there are (at least) 13 characters being introduced in Amphoreus so surely one of them is going to be the Time demigod. But also???? She has a Stellaron inside her, is it even a good idea to give her a Coreflame? Are the Coreflames physically inside the demigods the way the Stellaron is physically inside Stelle?

I feel like they're not going to go through with it, or if they do it would be a thing where Stelle is temporarily a demigod before they find the Chrysos Heir who can carry the Time Coreflame, but I'm just going to sit back and watch how it plays out. I'm just like, surely they're not going to make Stelle a demigod for a world she'll eventually need to leave.

Me: I love Castorice. She's my favourite Chrysos Heir. What a sweet, precious girl. The last scene of 3.1: Castorice is going to have such a bad fucking time next version because Stelle's going to fucking die and it's (probably, at least tangentially) her fault.

Like, oh my god, leave my goddess of Death alone!!! This was such a rude way to end this update lmao. I am really excited for 3.2, but I was already excited for it since that's when Castorice is coming out.

I do think it's very funny timing that I ended up being trapped in my Bleach spiral, where Rukia is my favourite character and she is Death in a way none of the other shinigami are, at the same time as the Amphoreus updates where my favourite of the new batch of characters is called the goddess of Death.

[heroofshield]

for the tarot card asks: the magician, the wheel of fortune, the devil, and the sun!

The Magician: What are Rook's thoughts on Solas? Do they change as the story progresses?

Zea has heard a lot about Solas from Varric before the events of the game, so that colors her judgement on him. She does not trust him, knows that he lies, and decides to be a sassbucket to him whenever she has the chance. She mellows a bit as the game goes on, but still doesn't trust him. After Fade Jail she is pissed and out for blood.

The Wheel of Fortune: Describe an interesting character moment for your Rook. What made this moment stand out to you?

During Weisshaupt Zea is trying to fight three hurlocks at the same time in addition to darkspawn, trying to keep an eye on Bellara who is freaking out (understandably), and Davrin is trying to Dad Joke about the whole thing.

Afterwards, in the library, she just stares at the door- mind spinning trying to process everything that had just happened...and just starts laughing. Because the alternative is crying and right now they all need her to somewhat hold it together.

That stands out to me because they're trying to fight a god who turned into smoke while keep everything from falling apart and is just...failing at it. Things gets messy and people get hurt (even Zea breaks her arm while fighting the archdemon). So much rests on Rook being strong and figuring out what to do when things go south and no one the First Warden wants to listen to reason.

side note: Zea got so angry at the First Warden that she lost her cool and punched him right in the face

The Devil: What type of demon is most likely to target Rook? Why?

Either a Rage or Fear demon. Rage on getting revenge for being a Tevinter slave for a good chunk of her life, tempting her with giving into the anger that she feels for the practice/owners and wanting to do more than just raid slaver ships with the Lords.

Fear because as it goes on, she sees everyone looking to her more and more for guidance and how the team trusts her and it scares her because she still feels guilty for choosing Minrathous over Treviso and she knows that she's going to have to make another decision like that again and doesn't want to make the wrong decision. Also fear of losing Emmrich because it's always been casual (the few dalliances that she's had) but with him...it's different and she's afraid of losing him- either to his work or him realizing that she's Not It and being cast adrift once more.

The Sun: What is Rook passionate about? How do they fuel that passion?

Learning! Because she was a slave in Tevinter, she didn't have a lot of formal schooling (once her magic manifested her owner did the bare minimum so she wouldn't just set things on fire) but once she gained her freedom with the Lords of Fortune, she couldn't get her hands on enough books. There's the running joke with the Lords that if you can't find a book on something just ask Zea because she might have it.

With the Lord's she'd go straight inside a ship to see if there was a library and if so, go through it and take whatever struck her interest, then with Emmrich she'll go through his library at the Lighthouse and read what interests her. She'll also buy serials from docktown to share with Bellara and ask Viago if the Crows had any books he'd recommend.

[gonedreaminggg]

Uhhh so people are discussing a past post of mine, about drawing mcd characters as tarot cards. So, I was inspired to give readings for some of the characters.

I did simple past/present/future readings, but added another card for person. What I was getting from this was just how the character is seen, or how they feel about themselves. It could honestly go either way.

Fair warning, this post is LOOONGGG.

Anyways, let's begin!

I did Aphmau first- here is her reading-

past; page of pentacles, four of pentacles (both reversed) Just to start, Aphmau's reading was kind of crazy, however I expected it. Two cards, actually, two pentacles came from the deck when I prompted it with the past reading. The page of pentacles does resemble Aphmau when she'd first started the series. She was rebellious, disorganized. The page in this suit usually signifies scholars, but since it was reversed, it really did show Aph's quirkier sides. The four of pentacles came with the page, also reversed. When upright, this card symbolizes the need to hold on to everything you have, and not let anything go. But in this scenario, Aphmau really had nothing and was giving away what she could to help her friends.

present; six of rods. This card symbolizes hard work that has paid off. A soldier coming home with medal upon medal. After fighting Zane, Aphmau was victorious. The town celebrated, they worshipped her, in the form of Lady Irene.

future; the fool, and the magician. I was really suprised when I drew two major arcana cards. However, this is Aphmau and I would not expect less. I do really really think that Aph and The Fool are related. The Fool is a traveler, embarking on a life's journey. The white rose he holds denotes pure intentions. He's starting anew, willing to jump into the unknown. This resembles Aphmau in her entire being. And with The Magician, it signifies how powerful she is. She rules with a strong arm, but she always has new ideas, and is willing to help those around her thrive.

person; queen of swords. Another card that really does resemble Aphmau. The Queen of Swords signifies the widow. However, she powers through. She continues on bravely, despite the losses she's faced and no one can stop her.

Next was Laurance-

past; eight of cups. The eight of cups is somewhat of a warning. But, it's a good one. It tells you to keep going, and not to turn your back on the opportunites to come. AKA, in Laurance's case, finding Aphmau. Sure, he had to go through insane hardship, first, but once he gets through that, he can thrive.

present; seven of rods, reversed. This card signifies the underdog, however, it was reversed. We know Laurance as this talented and driven individual, top of his class at the guard academy, one of the most powerful shadow knights, and aphmau's most trusted guard. It makes sense in the context of the reading.

future; the emperor, reversed. This card, when reversed, signifies a lack of self-discipline, and possessiveness over the things you have. The Emperor, when reversed, can also mean that you're being controlled. That's just... The Emperor can speak for himself in this situation.

person; justice. The Justice card is under the sign of Libra. She represents fairness, however, harsh decisions can still be made under her ruling. In the context of Laurance, I see his fun personality, but his rigidity when it comes to rules. He's always out for the safety of others, but can make a decision if one needs to be made.

I did Garroth after-

past; queen of swords. I can see how the Queen of Swords would play into Garroth's past. First, losing Vylad. Then, losing his choice (aka marrying nicole). So, he left, therefore losing his family. But, he gained Phoenix Drop. His intelligence keeps him cool, much like the Queen. And, through all of this, his bravery and leadership never leaves him.

present; the lovers, reversed. oh my god, when I pulled this card I SCREAMED. I've always associated Garroth with the Lovers card, however seeing it reversed really hit right where it hurt. The reversed lovers card just means failed romance after failed romance. Either in the way where you can't start one, or can't keep one going. With this, I see Garroth's timidness towards his feelings. EVERYONE can see it, except the person he has the feelings for in the first place. He just... doesn't have that much luck with relationships.

future; seven of pentacles, reversed. The seven of pentacles, when reversed, kind of just means lost efforts. Putting your time and effort into something that won't last, or won't give you what you'd hoped for. This is Garroth waking up to the fact that he's kind of wasted a lot of his time, put so much of himself into work and into Aphmau that he's lost touch with himself.

person; nine of rods, reversed. My god, this boy just keeps getting reverse cards and they're getting worse and worse 😭 The nine of rods signifies the eye of the storm. Garroth is in the trenches, basically. When upright, it's a sign of hope and encouragement, that this too shall pass. However, when it's reversed, it's telling you to get out and get out fast. You've been too weak and timid for too long and now you have to face the fire.

It's time for Vylad-

past; seven of rods, four of swords. This time, when I pulled the seven of rods, it was upright. We do know Vylad as the underdog, the forgotten Ro'meave brother. This also symbolizes Vylad as Laurance's opposite, which makes so much sense. With the four of swords, we see a hero who needs to take a step back. The four of swords depicts a knight in his tomb, laid to rest. Basically, Vylad's already done so much and he needs to take a break.

present; queen of pentacles. Pulling the Queen of Pentacles for Vylad confused me for a moment, but it made sense in the end. The Queen of this suit is a symbol of wealth and fertility. Even if she does love her bounty, she is not afraid to share it with those who need it. Vylad is doing all of this from the sidelines. He's sharing his wisdom and security with those he loves. He brings Aphmau to Phoenix Drop, for his brother. And then, continues to watch over them for years, until he is taken back to the nether, where he is still watching over Laurance.

future; eight of cups. I drew this for Laurance as well, which shows even more how similar yet polarized these characters are. Vylad now wants to flee, at the end of his journey. He finally begins to settle down after a life of running, yet the explorer within calls to him. He's scared to stay put. He wants to leave, even if this is the best he's felt in a long time.

person; strength, eight of swords. The strength card is practically a big ass sign telling you to use your head and not your heart. This is all that Vylad stands for. He's disconnected himself from his emotions, and led with his wisdom for years. The Strength card is all about restraint, and that's all Vylad has been doing his entire life.

Alright, this is all I'm doing for now, but if you want more, I am definitely up for it.

[aarcanechaoss]

Spectrum: The Cards

Masterlist

Max has a particular set of skills, one’s that Captain Buggy was more than interested in

Warnings: none, she thinks Buggy is hot

Tags: @lovepony5122 @1ndigowitch

Long black hair was tied back in a loose braid, freed strands whipping her face in the wind. Light brown eyes watched the dock stalls carefully.

She just needed passage, safe passage preferably out of this town and out towards her home island. She lent against the nearest wall, yawning as she watched ships dock and people crawl into the the storefronts. Some seeking food and drink, some only looking for booze and others supplies for their voyages.

It wasn’t a rare sight seeing pirates dock and settle into the marina, it was rarer too see Marine’s come anywhere near this small port town that floated on unsteady waves.

Unfortunately for the dark haired woman she’d been stranded here for the last two months, having stopped for supplies only to have her boat stolen a week later, forcing her to do some work and gain a little bit of coin back.

A new ship anchored in, the pirate flag waving high above the rest, one she hadn’t seen in a long, long time. She glanced to the wall a wanted poster ripped and aged remained. Buggy Pirates.

~~*~~*~~

She stalked down the docks, keeping an eye on the clown and his crew as she shimmed through crate after crate towards the pub they seemed to be headed too.

It would be stupid to ask the clown wouldn’t it? Of all pirates that had come through here she had met Buggy before… no, she kept her head down as she stepped into the pub only steps behind his crew, she’d listen first.

Merry songs and off key shanties filled the air, her tankard nearly empty as she watched a few men circle around a table in the corner, some of Buggy’s crew. The green haired man, two lions and someone with glasses accompanied by other men and an empty chair. Her brown eyes darted beside them, Captain Buggy seemingly amused by whatever what occurring in the corner.

And then she heard her name.

“Max!” A screechy voice called, heads turned towards her. “Get in here we’ve got some newbies who need a lesson.”

The pub roared in laughter and a hand shoved her forward. Guess she was playing now too.

“What are we playing boys?” She asked as she was shoved into the empty chair. Max could feel the cool gaze of the pirate Captain on her skin as she asked.

“Some betting Max.” One of the regulars stated. “Figured our card master could earn us some loot.”

“Card master?” She snorts, flicking her braid over her shoulder as she eyed the pirates. “What are we betting…?”

“Cabaji.” The green haired man said. “So… Max was it? You think you can make us lose?”

“When it comes to the cards? Yes.”

“We’ll see.” The one with glasses said, leaning forwards as Max moved to place two card decks onto the table.

“Fortune or Favours boys?” She grinned, flipping the decks over.

One a deck of tarot cards, fortune telling was a pastime but it paid her her meals, decorated with sea gods and trinkets. The other a regular deck of cards, decorated with painted bones and jewels.

The patrons of the pub grinned as she settled into the chair, waiting to see what the pirates do. Max had become a favourite for gaining some extra coin over the handful of times she’d come to the town.

“Fine.” One of Buggy’s pirates shrugged pointing at the tarot deck. “You tell us some fortune or psychic shit and if it’s correct you get something, if it’s wrong we get something.”

“I accept that.” Max nodded.

“We win and you join us on the ship for some fun.” One to the side cackled. Max raised a brow, wrist flicking her way as a regular card dug itself into the wall beside them.

“I’m not that kind of gal… but I won’t say no to some passage if you lot are heading where I need.” She offered, not missing the way the captain’s grin grew- he was intrigued and Max wasn’t sure if that was a good or bad thing.

“Who’s she reading then?” A patron slurred over her shoulder and she had half the mind to shove them away when a chair creaked.

“Me.” Buggy laughed. “And you better be flashy about it.”

~~*~~*~~

Buggy was sat across from Max, cool blue eyes meeting light brown. He has no idea who she was.

“Tell me something about me. Something no one should know.” He demanded, leaning back into the chair, his right leg dangling over the arm of the chair.

Well that was an unfairly attractive move.

The room fell eerily quiet as she spread the cards across the table.

“You have the Major Arcana and Minor Arcana both represent big and small events, experiences and symbolisms.” She said, eyes never leaving his. “Pick your cards. Whatever ones speak to you, however many speak to you.”

His hand, detached from his arm, dances across the table, sliding cards out of the mass.

Max glanced down at the table where the cards lay and pushed the cards not chosen back into their original pile before flipping over the Captain’s chosen cards.

“Reversed Fool, reversed Emperor, reversed Wheel of Fortune, Hanged man and Judgement.” She said with a hum.

“What does that mean?”

“The fool represents new beginnings, spontaneity but as this is reversed it is akin to chaos and folly. You’ve lost something or someone important to you, it’s jaded you. If you want me to be simple I’d saying having eaten a devil fruit would count towards the chaos… but that’s something we all know about you dear Captain.” Max smiled before pulling the next card. “Reversed emperor can be a control freak, immature or lacking authority. The pain of losing something tends to push on one’s mentality, makes your stuck in your ways but it’s made you… stronger, more determined. You want to be king of the pirates… something will get in your way of that- not just others you know but many you have yet to meet.”

“So far I’m not impressed girly.” Buggy taunted.

“I’m just reading the cards Captain, I have yet to read you.” She replied, only staring down at the cards. “Reversed wheel of fortune. I’m sure you can guess that this means bad luck, misfortune and unforeseen setbacks. Your mission for the One Piece will result in a lot of those. You run from your problems, sometimes your bravery is just a front and that’s where the mishaps occur, it’s where failure becomes your enemy.”

“Keep going.”

“The hanged man shows growth and change while I can see in these other cards it’s a decent mix of past and future this one holds the past much stronger, like you can’t let this one go. You need to break a pattern Captain Buggy, you need to let something go.” She then held up the other card. “Judgement means that you have a decision to make, this is completely set in the future. You will need to make a choice, redeem yourself of past consequences.”

Buggy hummed as he watched Max place the cards in front of him before speaking again.

“You lost a lot when you ate that fruit, you lost more after Gol D Roger was executed. Friends being one you can’t let go and yourself… you’ve lost yourself. In your journey for the One Piece you’ll get those back, you’ll make your choices, you’ll grow but you need to get over that hidden cowardice first.”

“Are you calling me a coward… Max?” She stopped herself from shivering at the way he said her name. “Because I don’t appreciate that.”

“Everyone holds cowardice Buggy.” She shrugged. “But that’s not what you wanted to ask me. That’s not all you want to know.”

Buggy lent forward, both feet now planted on the floor and his elbows resting on the table. He grinned.

“What else can you do with those cards?” He almost whispered, her skin prickling at the tone.

She nodded to the wall where one of his pirates was still staring at the card imbedded in the wall.

“My… skills make these cards my weapons and my hands a lot more adept at thievery.” She held up a passer-by’s wallet from the day before with a smirk. “Anything else?”

“How much is your bounty?”

“Higher than yours.” Was all she replied before the Captain fell into a fit of laughter.

“Oh I like you Maxy… I like you a lot.” Buggy’s smile made ice rush through her veins as he said. “Where do you need to go? Since you need passage or whatever.”

The room seemed to fill with noise again, seemed to bring her back to earth as she realised it wasn’t just her and the pirate Captain.

“I’m glad I’ve made an impression.” She smiled, placing the card decks back into her bag~ the one in the wall now back in her hand (and no one had a clue how she had done it). “I need to get to Fenharrow.”

She saw the way Buggy stilled.

“Fenharrow?”

“Yes. It’s my home island and I’ve spent long enough away now… had my boat not been stolen I’d get there just fine but I have a feeling boat hopping would piss me off too much.” She joked.

“You’re from Fenharrow.” Buggy nodded. “We won’t be heading straight there.”

“That’s fine.”

“You’ll be working in my crew.”

“I’ll live.”

“You’ll work for me when I need you too.”

“If it involves killing I’m out:”

“Deal.”

“Deal.”

[heart-full-of-lust]

AEROGRAMME - VIA AIR MAIL From: Jennifer Walsh, Université de Rennes 2, France To: Michael Stevens, Sigma Chi House, Indiana University, Bloomington, IN 47405

March 15, 1988

Dearest Mike,

I miss you SO much! I hope your midterms went okay and that you're not partying too hard without me (ha ha).

Sarah and I took the train to Paris this weekend - can you believe a round-trip ticket was only 200 francs? We stayed at this tiny hotel near the Latin Quarter that cost us each about $15 a night. The room was barely bigger than your dorm room, but it had this amazing view of the Seine!

We did all the touristy stuff - climbed the Eiffel Tower (my legs are still sore!), walked through the Louvre for hours, and ate crepes from street vendors. Did you know they put Nutella in everything here? I've probably gained 10 pounds already!

The funniest thing - we went to Burger King because we were homesick for American food, and they actually serve BEER there! Like, real beer, not just Coke. We got these huge beers for like 8 francs each and felt so sophisticated.

Saturday night we went to this disco called Le Palace that Sarah heard about from some girls in her art history class. Mike, it was INSANE - the music was so loud and the lights were incredible, like nothing we have back home. They played tons of Madonna and George Michael, plus all this French pop I'd never heard. The place didn't even start getting crowded until midnight and stayed open until 6 AM!

Speaking of which, we met some really interesting people. There were lots of international students - some really pushy Nigerian guys who kept buying us drinks even when we said no thanks. Sarah was being her usual flirty self and got a lot of attention. I mostly just danced and people-watched. It's amazing how confident French women are - they wear these tight jeans and leather jackets and look so effortlessly cool. I bought a beret from a street vendor (I know, I know, total tourist move) but I think it looks cute!

Sunday we were both pretty tired so we just wandered around Montmartre and drank coffee at sidewalk cafes. The train ride back was beautiful - the French countryside looks like something from a painting. I read most of "Like Water for Chocolate" (for my Comparative Lit class) and thought about you a lot.

I really wish you could see this place, sweetie. Maybe this summer, we could backpack through Europe together? I'm learning so much about myself being here.

Only 6 more weeks until I'm home! I'm counting the days until I can see your sweet face again. Give my love to everyone at the house and don't let Tommy talk you into any stupid spring break plans!

All my love and then some, Jen XOXOXOXO

P.S. - The calling cards are so expensive here, but I promise I'll try to call you this weekend if I can get to a phone that works!

The Reality: Le Palace, 3:47 AM

Jennifer's head was spinning from the combination of cheap Burger King beer, expensive disco cocktails, and the pounding bass that had been vibrating through her chest for the past four hours. The strobing lights of Le Palace made everything feel surreal, like she was living inside a music video.

That's when she saw him.

He was tall - easily six-three - with skin the color of dark chocolate and the most beautiful smile she'd ever seen. While his friends had been aggressive and grabby on the dance floor, he hung back, watching her with intelligent eyes and an amused expression as she tried to escape their advances.

"You look like you could use a rescue," he said in accented English, stepping between her and his more insistent friends. His voice was deep, cultured - nothing like the catcalls she'd been enduring.

"God, yes," Jennifer breathed, grateful for the intervention.

"I'm Adebayo," he said, extending his hand with old-world courtesy. "And you are clearly American."

"That obvious?" she laughed, suddenly self-conscious about her midi-length floral skirt and oversized blazer - an outfit that had seemed so sophisticated in Rennes but felt hopelessly midwestern here.

"The good posture. European girls learn to slouch stylishly. You stand like you're proud of yourself." His eyes sparkled with humor. "It's quite attractive, actually."

They talked for an hour on the club's upper level, shouting over the music about everything and nothing. He was studying international business at the Sorbonne, spoke four languages, and had a way of looking at her that made her feel like the only woman in the room. When he suggested they go somewhere quieter, Jennifer found herself nodding before her rational mind could intervene.

His hotel was nothing like the cramped student accommodation she and Sarah were sharing. The Hôtel des Grands Boulevards was elegant in that effortless French way, all marble and brass fixtures and soft lighting. The ancient elevator climbed slowly to the tenth floor, and Jennifer felt her heart racing faster with each floor they passed.

"Are you nervous?" Adebayo asked softly, standing closer to her in the small space.

"A little," she admitted, not mentioning that she'd never done anything like this before - never gone to a stranger's hotel room, never cheated on Mike, never felt this kind of electric attraction that made her skin feel too tight.

The elevator shuddered to a stop with a mechanical sigh, and Adebayo pulled back the brass gate. His room was at the end of a long hallway carpeted in deep burgundy, and Jennifer's legs felt unsteady as they walked toward it.

Inside, the room was dimly lit by a single bedside lamp, casting everything in warm golden tones. Floor-to-ceiling windows looked out over the glittering lights of Paris, and Jennifer moved toward them as if in a trance.

"It's beautiful," she whispered, though she was acutely aware of Adebayo moving behind her, his presence filling the space like heat from a fire.

"Yes," he agreed, but when she turned, he was looking at her, not the view.

The kiss was inevitable. Jennifer had known it was coming from the moment she'd said yes to leaving the club, but the reality of it still took her breath away. His lips were soft but demanding, his hands gentle but possessive as they framed her face. His tongue slipped between her lips with practiced skill, exploring her mouth in a way that made her knees buckle.

"Jennifer," he murmured against her mouth, and the way he said her name - with that slight accent turning the syllables into something exotic - made her pussy clench with sudden need.

His hands found the blazer first, sliding it off her shoulders and letting it fall to the plush carpet. Underneath, she wore only a thin white camisole tucked into her skirt, and Adebayo's eyes darkened as he took in the way the silk clung to her braless breasts, her nipples already hard and visible through the delicate fabric.

"You're beautiful," he said simply, his fingers tracing the line of her collarbone with reverent precision before dipping lower to cup her breast through the silk.

Jennifer gasped at the contact, her back arching instinctively into his touch. Mike had always been so tentative, asking permission before touching her. But Adebayo's hands moved with confident authority, as if he knew exactly what her body craved.

When his hands found the zipper at the side of her skirt, Jennifer held her breath. The sound seemed impossibly loud in the quiet room - that distinctive metallic whisper as the zipper traveled down from her waist to her hip.

Adebayo's eyes never left hers as his fingers hooked into the waistband. There was a question in his gaze, a final chance for her to change her mind. Instead, Jennifer placed her hands over his and helped guide the skirt down.

The fabric pooled around her ankles in a whisper of cotton and gravity, leaving her standing in just her camisole and white cotton panties - sensible underwear that suddenly felt incredibly erotic under his hungry gaze.

"Magnifique," he breathed, switching to French as his hands mapped the newly revealed territory of her thighs, her hips, the curve of her waist. His touch was electric, leaving trails of fire wherever his fingers wandered.

Jennifer stepped out of the circle of fabric, kicking it aside without a second thought. Mike's class ring - the one she'd been wearing on a chain around her neck as a symbol of their relationship - felt heavy and wrong against her skin.

"Come here," Adebayo said softly, and Jennifer moved toward him as if pulled by invisible strings.

His hands were everywhere, sliding the thin straps of her camisole down her shoulders until the silk whispered to the floor, baring her breasts to his appreciative gaze. Her nipples were hard peaks, and when he bent to take one into his mouth, Jennifer cried out at the sensation.

"So responsive," he murmured against her skin, his tongue flicking across the sensitive bud while his hand kneaded her other breast. "Your boyfriend doesn't know how to touch you, does he?"

Jennifer could only whimper in response as he lavished attention on her breasts, sucking and licking until she was grinding against his thigh, desperate for friction. Her panties were soaked through, clinging to her swollen pussy lips.

Adebayo's hands slid down to hook into the waistband of her underwear, and Jennifer lifted her hips eagerly as he peeled them down her legs. She was completely naked now, exposed and vulnerable, but the way he looked at her made her feel like a goddess.

"Perfect," he said, his accent thick with desire as his eyes devoured every inch of her pale skin. "Absolutely perfect."

His own clothes came off with practiced efficiency - the expensive shirt, the tailored pants, revealing a body that was all lean muscle and dark skin. But it was when he dropped his underwear that Jennifer's eyes went wide.

His cock was magnificent - thick and long and already hard, easily eight inches of dark flesh that made Mike's modest five inches seem pathetic in comparison. The head was already glistening with precum, and Jennifer found herself staring, her mouth watering with sudden hunger.

"Have you ever seen one this big?" Adebayo asked, wrapping his hand around his shaft and stroking slowly.

"No," Jennifer whispered, mesmerized by the sight. "Never."

"Touch it," he commanded softly, and Jennifer's hands moved of their own accord.

Her fingers could barely wrap around his girth, and she marveled at the weight of him, the heat radiating from his skin. When she stroked tentatively, Adebayo groaned low in his throat, his hips bucking into her touch.

"Like this," he said, covering her hands with his and showing her the rhythm he preferred - long, slow strokes from base to tip, her thumb rubbing across the sensitive head on each upstroke.

Jennifer had given Mike a few awkward handjobs, but this felt different - powerful, intoxicating. The way Adebayo's breath hitched when she twisted her wrist, the way his muscles tensed under her touch, made her feel incredibly sexy and in control.

"Enough," he growled after a few minutes, lifting her easily and carrying her to the bed. He laid her down gently on the expensive sheets, then knelt between her spread legs.

"I'm going to taste you now," he said, his voice thick with promise. "Your American boys don't do this properly, do they?"

Jennifer's face flamed with embarrassment and arousal. Mike had tried going down on her a few times, but it had always been awkward and unsatisfying, more obligation than pleasure.

Adebayo's approach was completely different. He started slowly, kissing and licking her inner thighs, building the anticipation until Jennifer was writhing on the bed, her hands fisted in the sheets. When his tongue finally made contact with her pussy, she nearly screamed.

He knew exactly what he was doing - broad strokes with the flat of his tongue, quick flicks across her clit, long sucks that made her see stars. He seemed to map every sensitive spot, learning what made her gasp and what made her moan.

"Oh god, oh god, oh god," Jennifer chanted, her hips bucking against his mouth as he worked her with skillful precision. She'd never felt anything like this - the building pressure, the exquisite tension that seemed to radiate from her core.

When he slipped two fingers inside her while continuing to lick her clit, Jennifer lost all control. Her orgasm crashed over her like a tidal wave, her back arching off the bed as she screamed his name. Wave after wave of pleasure rolled through her, more intense than anything she'd ever experienced.

"Beautiful," Adebayo murmured against her inner thigh as she came down from the high, her chest heaving and her skin flushed with satisfaction. "You taste like honey."

Jennifer could barely form words, her body still trembling with aftershocks. She'd thought she'd experienced orgasms before, but they had been nothing compared to this - pale shadows of the real thing.

"I want to feel you," she whispered, reaching for him. "Please."

Adebayo positioned himself between her legs, the head of his cock nudging against her entrance. Even after the orgasm, Jennifer felt impossibly tight, and she winced slightly as he began to push inside.

"Relax," he murmured, kissing her neck as he worked his way in inch by inch. "Let me in, beautiful."

The stretch was incredible - not quite painful, but overwhelming in the best possible way. Jennifer had never felt so full, so completely possessed. When he was finally seated all the way inside her, they both groaned at the sensation.

"So tight," he breathed against her ear. "So perfect. You feel like heaven."

He began to move slowly, long, deep strokes that hit spots inside her she didn't even know existed. Jennifer wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, desperate for more of the incredible friction.

"Harder," she gasped, surprising herself with her boldness. "Please, I need…"

Adebayo didn't need to be asked twice. His rhythm intensified, his hips driving into her with increasing force. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mixed with their moans and gasps of pleasure.

Jennifer had never felt anything like this raw, primal coupling. With Mike, sex had been gentle and predictable - missionary position in his dorm room with the lights off. This was something else entirely - wild and desperate and absolutely perfect.

"Turn over," Adebayo commanded, pulling out of her. Jennifer whimpered at the loss but quickly obeyed, getting on her hands and knees.

When he entered her from behind, the angle was even more intense. His hands gripped her hips as he pounded into her, each thrust driving her forward on the bed. Jennifer could feel another orgasm building, stronger than the first.

"Touch yourself," he ordered, one hand moving to tangle in her hair. "I want to feel you come around my cock."

Jennifer's hand flew to her clit, rubbing frantically as he continued his relentless pace. The combination of his thick cock stretching her and her own fingers on her sensitive bud was overwhelming.

"I'm going to come," she gasped, her body tensing as the pressure built to an impossible peak.

"Come for me," Adebayo growled, his hips snapping forward with renewed vigor. "Show me how good I make you feel."

Jennifer's second orgasm was even more powerful than the first, her pussy clenching around his cock as she screamed into the pillows. The sensation of her inner walls gripping him seemed to push Adebayo over the edge, and he groaned her name as he spilled himself inside her.

They collapsed together on the bed, both breathing hard and covered in sweat. Jennifer had never felt so satisfied, so completely used and worshipped at the same time.

"That was…" she began, then trailed off, unable to find words for what had just happened.

"That was just the beginning," Adebayo said with a wicked smile, his hands already beginning to roam her body again. "The night is still young, and I have so much more to show you."

And he did. Over the next several hours, he introduced Jennifer to pleasures she'd never imagined - taking her against the window overlooking Paris, teaching her how to use her mouth on him properly, showing her positions that made her feel things she didn't even have names for.

By the time dawn crept through the windows, Jennifer had been thoroughly debauched. Her body ached in the most delicious way, marked with love bites and the evidence of their passionate night. She understood now why women wrote poetry about sex, why people threw away their lives for passion.

As she dressed in the morning light, pulling on her rumpled clothes and trying to tame her wild hair, Jennifer caught sight of herself in the mirror. The girl looking back at her was different - confident, sexy, awakened. The innocent college student from Indiana was gone, replaced by a woman who now knew what real pleasure felt like.

When she finally made it back to her own hotel room, Sarah took one look at her and grinned knowingly.

"Good night?" Sarah asked with a raised eyebrow.

"The best," Jennifer admitted, her body still humming with satisfaction.

But as she sat down to write her weekly letter to Mike, Jennifer felt the weight of what she'd done settling over her. How could she go back to their fumbling, unsatisfying encounters after experiencing something so transcendent? How could she pretend to be the same girl who'd left for France four months ago?

She picked up her pen and began to write, crafting careful lies about pushy Nigerian men and innocent sightseeing, all while her body still ached with the memory of Adebayo's hands, his mouth, his magnificent cock stretching her in ways Mike never could.

Only six more weeks until she was supposed to go home. But as Jennifer sealed the aerogramme and walked to the post box, she found herself already planning her next trip to Paris, already thinking about graduate programs in Europe, already imagining a life where passion and sophistication were the norm rather than stolen moments in foreign hotel rooms. The girl who had written to Mike about missing him was gone forever, and Jennifer had no intention of bringing her back.

[diino8081]

just finished watching squid game, that was absolutely insane

spoilers below the cut

first of all, rip to 120, favourite character for sure

i never thought i'd see 456 die but here we are

i will admit though during the skipping/jump-rope game when 222 was still on the other side but 456 had already crossed, i just had a feeling it was gonna come down to a sacrifice

the tag game was fun honestly

pretty crazy though that we got the first ever squid game baby though

(however the baby bottle during the feast leads me to believe maybe it wasn't the first)

i was also joking with my family when we were watching that if a baby is born in squid game does it follow the rules of when the same thing happens in a plane or train going over multiple countries;

if a baby is born in the squid games, does that make the baby a squid game baby on their birth certificate or is it just of the country they were born in or their parent is from

imagine having a baby and on their birth certificate the nationality is 🔺🔴 🟥

456's death was really poetic btw

the vips were like already assuming he was gonna kill 222's baby but he never did, instead killing himself

like dang.

he won the first squid game and he had the very real option to win the second, but instead he sacrificed himself

there was a little bit of a "live long enough to see yourself become the villain" vibe during tag when he was going for that one guy because they killed his friend

ok well i say friend and i know it;s not canon but i totally ship 456 and the host (i think that's the role name)

like the way they look at each other is fucking crazy

AND OH MY GOD THE OLD LADY 149 IM SORRY I FORGOT HER NAME BUT NOOOOOOOO

SHE KILLED HER OWN SON AND COULDNT LIVE WITH IT SO SHE KILLED HERSELFFFFFFFF

AND SHE TOLD 456 GI HUN TO LOOK AFTER THE BABYYYYYYYYY

NOOOOOOOO

SHE WAS SO KIND. SHE GAINED CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT. SHE LEARNED ABOUT TRANS PEOPLE AND SHE WAS RESPECTFUL ABOUT IT ONCE SHE FOUND OUTTT. SHE WAS THE GOAT AND THE BEST.

honestly i don't know what else to say but there is a lot and it's mostly screaming

i think for sure though i will be searching for aus where 456 is able to push 333 off the big shape and win alongside the baby and then they all live happily ever after

maybe a little 456xfrontman stuff where it's still to the levels shown in canon but then they slowburn into old man yaoi

that would be cool af

ok another also, the lady at the end doing the card flip game according to my dad is a famous actor from either lord of the rings or game of thrones so maybe there will be a squid game america

he also read on a website that netflix doesn't want to commit to squid game america edition so idk

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ok yeah no i'm done here it's almost 3am and i'm running on fumes trying to add anything i forgot to this long long post

i'm done

[tellyreviews]

Ghum Hai Kisikey Pyaar Mein 20th June 2025 Written Update: Guilt-Trips

Ghum Hai Kisikey Pyaar Mein 20th June 2025 Written Update: Games & Guilt-Trips – When the Pooja Turns into a Plot Twist Ah, nothing screams festive spirit like betrayal, manipulation, and a surprise scandal during a Ganapati pooja. This episode starts off innocently, but by the end, it crashes harder than Srichand’s moral compass. So we open with Savi giving credit where it’s due—she announces to the family that Neil saved Ridhi. Naturally, Srichand puts on his “generous patriarch” face and says they should invite Neil and fam to the Ganapati pooja as a thank-you. Bhagyashree, ever the vibe-killer, protests like it's a crime to show gratitude, but Srichand sweet-talks her into it. Over at Neil’s place, he’s being the stubborn hero, refusing to rest despite being injured. Yash tries to get him to chill, but Neil is on a mission—he’s determined to visit the kidnapping site and track down clues related to Teju’s murder. Then ding ding, a call from Srichand comes in via Sai’s phone. Neil, naturally, refuses the pooja invite. But Srichand isn’t playing checkers—he’s playing emotional chess. He hands the phone to Sai, who goes full filmy and tells Neil he better show up or she’ll stop talking to him. And boom—Neil folds. Manipulation, 1. Boundaries, 0. Srichand’s plan is already in motion. Then comes the genius move—he asks Sai to invite Neil’s entire family too. Talk about going all in. Leena, charmed by Sai’s sweet voice, accepts. Srichand’s backup plan is no longer a backup. It’s about to be the main act. Of course, Bhagyashree and Tara are fuming. They sense something’s off. Srichand waves them off with his trademark smirk and mutters under his breath about his master plan to finally break Savi and Neil apart. You know, just festive things. Evening arrives, and so do Neil and his family, dressed for blessings and (unknowingly) for scandal. Sai greets Neil with the card she made, calling him her “superhero” like it's a Marvel crossover. Neil introduces her to his family. All seems sweet... until Bhushan drops a snark grenade about Savi. Neil tells everyone to cool it. Leena, holding the “we’re trying for Neil’s sake” badge, says she’ll try to let go of the past. Spoiler: She won’t. Sai, seeing this sudden flood of relatives, casually dreams out loud about building her own big family. When Leena asks how, Sai says Neil is already like family, and soon the rest will be too. This triggers Bhagyashree and Tara faster than a landmine. They basically tell Sai to stop daydreaming before she gets too comfortable. Meanwhile, Ridhi’s daydreaming too—about Maruti—after Bhagyashree jokes about her getting married and gaining another uncle. Weirdly cryptic but okay. Srichand arrives and gives a dramatic backstory about the temple being his father’s legacy. Bhagyashree, still publicly supportive despite her internal skepticism, praises the effort. Then he hands out pooja duties: first Ridhi (since she survived danger), then Savi, whom he deliberately pairs with Neil and Sai. The audience cringes in unison. During the pooja, Neil silently wishes for Sai’s happiness and justice for Teju, while Savi asks the universe for justice for Rajat. The family simmers. Srichand smirks. His trap is set. Everyone’s praying… but not to the same gods. Then, BOOM. Precap Preview: Festivities take a dark detour as a scandalous video of Neil and Savi kissing plays on screen—in front of both families, no less. Cue complete meltdown. Bhagyashree, Tara, and Leena lose it. And by "lose it", we mean they roast Savi like she just committed a capital sin. Bhagyashree declares she's taking Sai and Kian away. Leena goes for the jugular, accusing Savi of using her kids as bait to trap Neil into playing daddy. Ganapati must be wondering why he got invited to this pooja. Let’s just say, next episode: tears, gasps, slaps (probably), and major trust issues. Read the full article

[hugenerd3]

Hey Guys here's that little Sneak Peek I was talking about no biggie lol

With the Arena continuing to be filled for the final Match everyone continued to get accustomed too everything happening

While Johnny was within the Locker Room warming up for one final fight, Everyone else became complacent within their seats prepared to watch the match

Within the lobby of the building Tory held a smile on her face looking up at the two fans before her and Eli

She never thought in a million years she’d be signing an autograph but….here she is

“Here you go” Tory smiled leaving the two girls to practically squeal in excitement as one of them grabbed the piece of paper

“Oh my god. This is so cool !”

“The tooth fairy ! thank you so much !!”

Having his own smile, Eli enjoyed watching Tory live her dream. Even seeing her gain a fanbase, It helped him believe that even with all the fighting that happened. All the conflict lead up to good within their lives

“Excuse me” one of the girls suddenly said getting Eli’s attention breaking him out of his daydream

“Yeah, yeah hey”

With smiles on their faces the girls had been equally as nervous talking to Eli as they were Tory which was…..honestly quite a surprise 

“My brother’s a fan…” the girl said, revealing the young boy from behind her

Eli immediately noticed he was shy and timid, probably easily frightened

But the biggest thing he noticed was the way he hid his face, his hand scaringly hiding his top lip as he looked up and down at the ground and at him

The sight made Eli grin brightly 

Not because he had a fan

But because he knew exactly what he was hiding 

Turning to Tory who held her own delighted smile, Eli softly chuckled to himself and shook his head never thinking he’d get this moment

“He bud” Eli softly said bending down as far as his crutches would allow him too so that he could talk to the boy

Even meeting him in person the boy was either starstruck or scared to talk probably a mix of both

“He rarely speaks, It’s due to his medical condition. He has a-”

“Trust me” Eli smirked 

“I know”

Turning again to look down at the young boy, Eli only grinned harder as he knew a thing or two about everlasting scars

“And I happen to think that your scar” Eli began lighting the boy’s face up

“Is the coolest thing about you, and you shouldn’t let anyone tell you differently. Because that Scar on your lip doesn’t define who you are. You get to choose who you want to be”

Immediately the little boy giggled, removing his hand from his face revealing the cut on his lip and Eli swore it was like looking in a mirror 

Finishing up an autograph and giving it to the young boy both Eli and Tory waved off the kids before looking at one another

“My first autograph….” she said making them both chuckle

“Never thought I’d get to sign one”

Just as an awe as her, Eli shook his head in equal agreement 

“Me neither….”

“Something tells me this won’t be your last” a woman had said getting both their attention 

Pulling out a card the woman handed it to Tory as an offering 

“Hi. I’m Julia with Icon Branding. We represent a select group of athletes for marking and branding opportunities”

Along with the card, Julia pulled out an application. Handing it to Tory who quickly looked the paper up and down with confusion before looking back at the women

“What is this, a job offer ?”

“A Career offer” Julia corrected Immediately making Tory smile as she and Eli looked at one another

“And a very cool one at that, we travel you to tournaments where you compete, put on demonstrations, take photos, post on social. That sort of stuff”

Flipping the paper over both Tory and Eli’s eyes practically popped out of their skulls seeing the money she’d be making 

“Holy shit…Tory’s that’s a lot of money….” Eli said not being able to believe there where that many Zero’s

“That’s just the base salary” Julia said practically making both their knees go week

“You don’t have to give me an answer now. I’d show that to your lawyer”

Bringing up another paper, Julia had handed it to Eli making his heart drop

“Both of you”

With his heart starting to beat faster than ever, he could barely comprehend the ground that he stood on. Let alone the life changing contract that was getting offered to him right now

“Are…are you serious” Eli muttered making her nod her head with a grin

“Absolutely. We’ve been watching you both all Tournament. You work well together. And more people are gonna wanna see what the “King and Queen Cobra” can do”

With a beyond smile upon his face, Eli shakingly grabbed the paper not being able to comprehend any of this….

“Plus injuries heal, I’d be quite a shame if an athlete like you let a small setback end your career”

With that, Julia left, leaving both Eli and Tory in awe as they had no idea what to see or even how to describe what just happened.

All they could do was just smile and laugh. As Tory had Immediately hugged Eli making them both laugh even harder as he Immediately held her close

Like they said

No more opposing teams

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With a smile on his face, Robby watched as a technician put up a picture on the wall

But not just any picture 

It was the one taken right after his match with Axel

Everyone surrounded him, practically holding him up as he was praised above everyone within the crowd. Everyone cheering his name

Robby couldn’t help but smile seeing his face finally up on the wall

The wall of winners

His picture being right Between Daniel’s First All Valley and Johnny’s 2nd All Valley. Robby had to admit

“Not bad company to be with” he mumbled to himself after walking up to the picture 

It felt…..beyond great to be here, nearly indescribable

Fishing within his pocket, Robby pulled out a small ticket that only made his day better as he read

Flight to Okinawa

“Are you Robby Keene ?” a woman asked making Robby turn his head

Seeing the well dressed woman Robby didn’t hesitate to speak

“Uhhh yeah….yeah, I am”

“Oh good. Hi. I’m Julia, I represent Icon Branding. A marking and branding firm. I actually just ran into your friends Tory Nichols and Eli Moskowitz”

Bringing forth an Application for Robby making his eyes pop out of his head practically. Robby found himself utterly speechless and at a loss for words

“Yeah they gave me that same reaction” Julia had joked as Robby took the application 

“You’d be competing with them, making your own little team, traveling the world, Fighting in tournaments. posting on Social. Etc etc. I’m sure you understand”

With his jaw out still not knowing what to say. By some grace of god Robby had nodded his head showing Julia his mind was fully functioning making her laugh 

“Like I told your friends. You don’t have to make up your mind now, You can view your options” Julia stated leaving Robby to just think about everything 

“But with that being said. It would be pretty disappointing if we didn’t have the current Sekai Taikai Champion representing us”

With that Julia had made her leave, Leaving Robby’s mind racing every which way

In one hand he had his dream. He'd go pro in Karate, he’d be making…..All the Money in the world to do everything he’d ever wanted. He’d be able to continue to use what he was taught and expose it to the world keeping Both Daniel and his Father’s teachings alive

In the other hand

The girl of his dreams was leaving and he had the opportunity to go with her……

What are you gonna choose Robby

you can only make one choice

Yep I'm finishing the Chapter soon and I have so much to say but I wanna save my thoughts until my chapter comes out so I'll just say I hope you like it

[legaciestold]

@everythingheard (leon) government medical facility may 27th, 2024

horrific images play across her her mind, eyes scrunched together and horrifically blonde hair in her face in a dimly lit room that lacked any form of significant color sans the items peeking out of a duffle bag on the chair in the corner that chris had brought her. she's spared the hospital gown, instead allowed to wear a loose fitted dso sweatshirt and sweatpants both because it made it easier for the wireless monitors attached to her and because her body felt weak the longer she was without the doses of virus the devise she'd been attached to had given her. a sheen of cold sweat finds her brow, her skin clammy and still paled more than it should be. a cell phone playing soft melodies from some parisian band that she'd put on earlier lingers near her legs on the floor, knees pulled up to her chest because she's just awoken by some loud crash of a sound outside the room she's subjected to and her mind had scattered into a million directions of it's own volition. she'd found herself sitting on the cool floor as if the sensation of it was some means of grounding force, the cold reminding her where she was, that it was real. she had control of her actions again yet her mind felt distant in a way that'd made her want to punch a wall.

frustration ebbs through her. anger too. and so many things in-between. this isn't her. so unfocused and skittish. even when the memories of those bloody handprints in that school plagued her she'd found a way to ground herself. some nights that meant she held onto chris as they were lulled to sleep by a storm and sometimes it was her talking her mind into compartmentalization. yet now everything felt disconnected and just out of reach. fear rushed through her in those moments of waking from sleep when she believed she was a moment away from living a nightmare she could only watch her body enact. then she remembers, wesker was dead. chris had made sure of that in the same way he'd fought to find her for a year and refused to believe her dead. he'd been there every step of the way in the last few days and she's pretty sure he'd nearly decked one of the scientists when they'd try to stop him from being in the room with her. they hadn't stopped him from bringing her things or giving her her phone after that either and jill feels like she'd have paid to see what wrath of god he'd worn upon his face to gain such easy compliance from them.

but chris isn't there now, even though he's rarely left her side since they landed and she'd been forced into immediate testing. she understands why. she does, even if the tests make her skin crawl. there's no way to know the effects of what lingers in her body or if the lack of the virus would make her body shut down without it (she was weak but she wasn't dead so that was a good sign at least). there'd been such a fine line between death and life when wesker had pulled her from the water and jill knows, even if she hates it with a kind of rage she's never felt before that his actions were all that had allowed life to flow back into her for her to be here now. even if jill in the here and now felt hardly like herself. fingers reach out and tap the phone screen, looking at the clock. chris should be there now, she thinks and considers the timing of everything was rather coincidental. the reduced sentence her father was commuted to that she'd secured in her deal years earlier had another two years on it and a part of her had wondered who pulled strings to have dick valentine released even earlier. she'd considered, maybe, somehow, leon had managed it until one of the medical staff had given her a card with a cryptic few sentences. trent. she'd ever quite been able to get a read on him and now she only had more questions than answers but she supposed he had his own reasons for it.

either way, she'd see her father soon enough. chris was making sure of that by traveling up to new york to pick him up. she'd half expected him to give her more of a fight about leaving her than he had, not that he hadn't given her some but she supposes chris was perhaps one of two people who understood what not having her father in her life was like for her and what impact perhaps seeing him now could have on her. there was a lot of things about the way she'd been brought up that jill had come to understand weren't how they should been, but she loved her father and him encouraging her onto the path she'd found had led her to chris. seeing her dad now was something that gave her a kind of hope that was difficult to keep a grasp of in these moments she battled her mind. a sound at the door brings her attention toward it, body alert and if she'd had more strength in her she'd have managed to get to her feet but the moment she attempts it she gets dizzy. the end result is a firm grip on her phone that she could at least throw at someone before she remembers there aren't enemies afoot in the hallways of this facility a moment later. it's a moot point when her eyes hone in on his haircut and then moves to focus on leon's face. she should have known, really. and maybe this makes her love chris even more. because if he couldn't be here until tomorrow, she's confident he's the one who called leon even if she has no doubt he'd have infiltrated the building soon enough either way.

"you have to pay the toll to come in." she states, a memory from long ago of two kids chasing away a darker memory that's lingered in her mind. "so you better have something out of your mom's old recipe book inside that bag you're holding." jill speaks with a released breath that maybe she's been holding too long. there's something about this moment, as strange as it is with her sitting on the floor and him standing there that finally makes her feel a bit more like herself even if she hates the fact he's seeing her in such a state. but in some ways, maybe leon knew her in ways even chris hadn't or just knew her differently because they'd been kids throwing flour at each other when his mother attempted to teach them to bake and she'd seen him after his parents died and he'd seen her when her father had been sentenced. she supposed, even if they weren't connected by blood like claire and chris were, her and leon had the same kind of connection. she realizes it more now maybe for the first time in a real and weighted way, in the suddenness of the moment, having realized how much she missed him.

"don't just stand there like you're waiting for your number to be called at bingo, help me up." still, jill hates that she needs to ask for help even in something so simple. hates that she can't quite do it herself. but nothing can be done about it but move forward.