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Three WIPs for Far Cry The Silver Chronicles, A Radioactive Calamity Of Love, Bombs & Gore and six sentences paragraphs for a little Classroom Of The Elite AU fic not related to any of my series as of now (though I do have a separate fic in the making for The UnTitledverse). You'll find these under the cut:

Here's a WIP prologue for The True Sinners, where Joseph, per the Voice's orders, seeks out the Tarot Card Holder to tell him of his family's fate in a clearer form than the Voice can give as well as the identity of the Muse. The Voice had only given Joseph one warning; to take the Tarot Card Holder's words with a grain of salt, though his Tarot's knowledge is indispensable for their... newest wrench in the plan, the Holder himself should be considered untrustworthy and far beyond the human he had once been. Enjoy Joseph trying to keep his cool as the newest dickhead in the series, the Tarot Card Holder, tries to strike our favorite prophet's nerves down below:

The humming continued on as the Holder seemingly glided along the wooden planks from inside his stand. Joseph could not see his legs from underneath the extensive robes he wore, and watched in silence as the Holder, with his disproportionate size, did not disturb the various items he skimmed past in his little shop.

Hooded back turned to his customer as he rummaged through his piles of oddments, Joseph cleared his throat, proceeding with the matters he wished to discuss, "I've come here to seek your help, actually."

He received no response or reaction from the Holder, who ceased his humming in favor of grumbling, callously picking items up and throwing them away.

Seeing that didn't get the Holder's attention, Joseph continued, "It's of the upmost importance. The Lord had guided me here to help me understand what it is I'm not seeing in my visions. The old world is on the brink of a great Collapse that will-."

The Holder piqued up at that, stopped rummaging through his messy mound of junk. His hooded head slightly turned towards Joseph, indicating his attention had been reached, and his deep voice rumbled out, "A Collapse you say?"

Joseph let out a breath, briefly smiled to himself as he proceeded to explain, "Yes. I have seen visions of a Collapse that will end the current world and-"

"-And bring forth a new one, wipe the slate clean, etcetera, etcetera," the Holder interrupted, tone radiating mild annoyance as his hand motioned with haste, "I know what a Collapse is. I'm just confused on why that sadistic prick of all mechanisms wants a last resort of horrifying proportions like that to come this early in such peace."

Joseph blinked, brows furrowed as he sets his aviators back up. He watched the as the Holder's robed arm returned to dig around once more. The Holder stopped his movements, tugged at the object he found, and yanked it out of its little hidey hole.

Finally turning to Joseph as the stacks of trinkets collapsed and collided into clatters behind him, the Holder paid it no mind as he approached the front of the stand to see Joseph, face-to-face.

Or rather mask-to-face, considering the Holder's porcelain disguise.

The Holder leaned over the counter with one arm, and even without the stool Joseph sat on, or the size of the stand giving its owner an extra foot in height, he understood that the robed clairvoyant would still be two feet taller than him.

Joseph felt slightly intimidated being looked down upon by such a huge person, especially with all the Lord had said of this person. And yet, Joseph still held onto his faith. As long as he had faith, he would be safe from whatever vile temptations this man had.

"Whatever peace you may think is occurring isn't set to last for long," Joseph insisted, "And the Lord had guided me here. In His own humble admittance, in his own infinite wisdom-"

The Tarot Card Holder snorted with a shake of his head, "More like desperation."

Joseph breathed in a calming patter, just as his beloved had once taught him, "I am here seeking your help to know the fate of my family. A fate that he himself cannot foresee anymore."

The Holder hummed, resting his chin on his gloved palms, the triangular hood holding up like a strong tent, undisturbed by the motion, "And so it sent you to me of all creatures. You both must truly be desperate to get a win for once, huh?"

Joseph face crinkled as he eyed the Tarot Card Holder with weariness. A "win"? What is he talking about? Is this the deceit the Lord had warned me of?

"I don't know what you mean..."

The Holder's eyes, barely seen through his mask, bore down on Joseph. Letting out a huff of air, the Holder explained.

"I figured," he started, "But I must ask, how well do you know of the Muse chosen to take the role of "Hell"?"

Joseph did not comment on the words the Holder spewed out of his forked-tongue as the Voice had instructed, but he did close his eyes in thought, remembering the words and visions the Voice had shared with the Father. The fire. The Garden. Himself. And the ever-shifting future of his siblings, their life and their deaths. That was not the reason to why the Voice tasked him with seeking out the demeaning figure of the Holder.

No, he recalled, it had been the inconstant shape of Hell's figure which led God to push me towards this very stand. He remembered how volatile Hell's setting, form, and voice was within those visions.

"Nothing at all," Joseph admitted conclusively.

"I see," the Holder noted as he tilted his head, the mask betraying no emotion, revealing no humanity, "And yet you said you were here to know of the fate of your family. You do know the knowledge of someone's identity and the fate of loved ones don't exactly coincide correctly, right?"

As the Holder placed his hand from his chin to the counter, Joseph gawked in surprise as the Holder stood taller from within his stand, adding an extra foot in height than what Joseph initially believed. However, this stupor was momentary, as Joseph hunched forward, hands clasped together as he placed them on the counter, his rosary stuck between them.

"I am here to know the fate of my family and the identity of this "muse", this Hell who haunts my mind," Joseph elaborates, neck aching at having to look up so high at the broader figure, "I was under the impression you could provide me both."

The Holder chuckled, shaking his head as if he was admonishing a child, "You neglect the cost of such knowledge. If you've come seeking the Tarot's help free of charge, then I'll be the first to gleefully tell you that you can't have both. Pick one or the other, and hand over whatever possession you have on your person to complete this exchange."

The Holder glances from Joseph's face, which scrutinized the Holder, to his rosary to roaming around the rest of his body.

"Unless... you have another possession to offer alongside the one in your hands?"

Joseph caught on, glancing to the rosary in his hands, gripping it until his hands drained pale.

He avoided the Holder's eyes, and the larger of the two softly hummed, whether in understanding or waning patience of the exchange Joseph couldn't bring himself to focus. The Lord never mentioned this...

"It didn't tell you, did it?" The Holder deduced, chuckling, "Ah yes, such exchanges as these require you to offer something of equal value in return. Often time a gift from a loved one, regardless if they reside in the mortal realm... or have already departed."

Joseph brushed the ornament of the cross, the beads digging into the palms of his hands as he held on to it, like he was holding her hand again.

She always had faith. And she shared that faith with me, giving me back something I thought tainted and lost to the words and hands of Old Man Seed. Gifting me a piece of her, an immortalized memory, like the ink on my arm.

And he was expected to let it go?

"Why?" Joseph breathed out, voice so timid that he was surprised when the Tarot Card Holder scoffed in response.

"Why else?" his baritone voice drilled into Joseph's head, not so dissimilar from the Voice, yet this was more... cold indifference on the Holder's part. Irritation reeked out of his words, an annoyance that has grown over time from spending the many years, perhaps decades, answering the same questions over and over again.

In the Holder's eyes, Joseph was no different from any other person seeking out the Tarots' wisdom.

Taking Joseph's silence as lacking an answer himself, the Holder explained further, "A possession that was a gift from another is far more valuable to the individual than it would be if they got something for themselves. The level of care one must put in to preserve such gifts, makes it harder to let go."

The Tarot Card Holder's broad shadow encompassed Joseph's body, the shorter man hesitantly looking up to find the Holder had leaned closer to his face. And in the empty chasms of the masks sockets, Joseph spotted the dim glow of inhuman gold irises glowering into his pleading blue.

"So, Prophet. Are you willing to give up her rosary for the sake of your family? Or will you give it up for a stranger's face and name?"

Here's a WIP for The Waters Of Life Flow, my Fallout 3 fic in the A Radioactive Calamity Of Love, Bombs & Gore series. Imagine wanting to find your dad with your best friend but some strange, blindfolded woman hijacks that plan to get you to show her around the Wasteland that you've only set foot on (and can't back out under what may have been a threat of "consequences"... however vague that can be considered a threat). This is still in its early stages of development. Anyway, Alph and Amata walk Marissa "Ress" Bishop to Megaton as seen below:

The heat of the sun simmered down on the trio as two begrudgingly walked in front of one, a situation more likened to a warden keeping watch of her wards rather than two "locals" giving the "newcomer" a tour as their unofficially branded captor insisted.

Alph glanced to Amata, his best friend taking the heat outside the air-conditioned vault as well as he is. He could guess that her jumpsuit was itching against her skin as badly as his own was, the material clinging too close for comfort, the blue clothes damp from sweat.

He chanced a look back to the woman behind them, the glaze of her long platinum blonde hair shining with an ethereal beauty, almost like how he envisioned angels would have from Dad's descriptions.

However, Alph wasn't foolish enough to neglect the memory that this woman was anything but angelic. He saw how she killed those crazed people at the school. While not ungrateful for saving them, forcing both him and Amata to walk her around the area with his old, yet still functional, Pip-Boy was a different story entirely.

Especially since there is practically nothing noteworthy marked on my map, but she wouldn't know that.

Which was true, the two maps on his Pip-Boy only showed the markers that indicated the only Pip-Boy wearers in the vicinity, and the trails had made. The surrounding area around his marker was dark on the map.

Amata helped him mark down the coordinates of their Vault and he had the foresight to mark down the location of both the school and what had once been a neighborhood.

And now we're on our way to "Megaton"... or at least where I hope it is.

Alph snapped out of his thoughts when he heard a curious hum. His focus returned, and he realized that the woman had noticed his gawking, in spite of the fact she was still wearing a blindfold.

When she gave him what he assumed to be a friendly grin, he couldn't help but remember the manic one she wore when she slaughtered their captors. Freaked out by the bloody image, he turned his eyesight straight ahead, focused on maneuvering around the boulders in scattered around them rather than the woman behind them.

He heard her snort behind them, and Amata turned her head slightly to look back at the woman, but paused in the action, and shook her head as she kept forward.

Her face was flushed, dark skin boiling under scorching sun. He wasn't any better, with his lighter skin turning an uncomfortable red. How in the actual fuck is the psycho behind us not dying in those clothes?

Though the better question would be to ask how her pale skin hadn't been burned to a crisp from the flamethrower that mohawk guy blasted at her earlier, but he chalked it up to just defective equipment... for now.

He heard Amata gasp beside him, grasping his arm as she pointed forward.

"I-I think this is it!" she stated aloud, relief and joy flowing out of the laugh she let out. Alph focused forward, really missing his glasses, but through his blurry vision, he could see a mass of metal welded together to form a gate. There was also a robot out the front of it, the corpse of a giant insect full of charred holes only a few feet away from it.

Alph smiled, checked his Pip-Boy, and saw that the predicted coordinates were a match. He almost let out a chuckle.

Until he felt the hand of that woman pat his shoulder, then he soon lost his smile.

"Good job you two," she congratulated them, arms slinging over both their necks, "I knew you'd make perfect guides. Now unless you don't mind burning in daylight, I suggest you get a move on. Capiche?"

And here's six paragraphs for a small Classroom Of The Elite AU fic I've been working on, a little "What If" canon divergent scenario I've come up with. Essentially it boils down to "What if Kiyotaka Ayanokoji was accompanied by Takuya Yagami and Ichika Amasawa to the Advanced Nurturing High School?" as a ploy orchestrated by Atsuomi Ayanokoji to see how the masterpiece can perfect the two fifth generation students to be equal to him and give these two a chance to help Ayanokoji adapt socially. I haven't ironed out the exact details of how this is done, but I mostly wanted to write a fic where Ayanokoji was like an older brother-like figure to both Amasawa and Yagami (...in his own way) and how this would fuck up the plot. Also, my man Yagami needs a win after being done so dirty in the source materials. I will be combining elements from the anime, manga and light novel because I'm insane like that (especially for Yagami and Amasawa). Anyway, here's the six-paragraph introduction:

The bus ride had been uneventful thus far. We passed by Cherry Blossoms and the dwindling city buildings of Tokyo, and as a vehicle of public transport, occasionally pulled up at stops to pick up further passengers; few were casual citizens, most were high-school students.

I fell under the latter; amongst the seated boys and girls wearing white shirts under red blazers with gold trims, though with definite differences in the uniform depending on the student's sex, was myself, standing with one hand on my backpack, the other on the straphanger above me. I involuntarily shook as the bus drove on the road to my new location.

I kept my idle gaze out the bus window, the flurry change of Tokyo's scenery from declining pink to the increase of concrete tempting me the chance to ponder on whether the sociopolitical status of Japan's society met the standards of equality, but I had held off on following that thought, especially with two eyes fleeting glances at me from the seats behind.

I found their staring difficult to ignore, more annoyingly so due to my keen awareness of the fact. I had wanted to remain inconspicuous, but their fidgeting would bring unwanted attention towards me, and on themselves, if they were too frequent. Perhaps not consciously, but subconsciously the rest of the students could become curious or worse, intrigued by my presence if the two continued their prolonged stares.

Though I couldn't exactly fault my kohais; regardless of how ridiculous the notion was, their observation of me was not unfounded. For Ichika Amasawa and Takuya Yagami, I was an enigma, a living legend in their generation. Not only a name, but a title, a successful set of data that they were expected to surpass in the curriculum.

I wasn't so concerned about Amasawa, as her apparent admiration of me likely outweighed any desire to do anything against me. Yagami though... despite his gentle demeanor, I suspected he was hiding his true thoughts of me underneath the surface.

Nothing I could do now; we were all on the same bus, heading into an unknown ocean of variables and outliers. A consequence of Matsuo's kindness upon taking care of the three of us, I suppose.

[rinringringu]

babygirl i can come up with aus for my otp that you couldn't even phantom

[robotomyy]

aaaannnnd NARINDER for COTE !! For this AU he ended up needing to divide his / the Lamb's / the crown's power between the two earning him a collar with the eye. He deals with being haunted by his siblings , deeming him a traitor for joining the cult causing him to resent the Lamb for a while, though being mentally tied to the other doesn't make it easy to cope with it all, it resonates in anger and aggression living in the cult. He notices Rhivu is dealing with his own issues at first using it as leverage to harass him but he eventually comes around to being an ear.

IM BRAINSTORMING HEHEH

[iamumbra195]

I've been obsessing over Classroom of the Elite and recently the idea of crossover between CoTE and Spy x Family struck me.

This scenario would take place in an AU where Anya and the Eden kids are aged up to be the same age as Ayanokouji. Eden and the Advanced Nurturing High School (ANHS for short) are both incredibly competitive so combining the different aspects of the schools like the existence of Stella Stars, Tonitrus Bolts, Imperial scholars in Eden and class/private points and the student council in ANHS. In this scenario, the Imperial Scholar with the most Stella stars would become the student council president. Characters like the Horikita siblings, Nagumo Miyabe and others from CoTe would be interesting to explore in this kind of setting. The different halls/classes compete for the top just like in CoTE but perhaps a little less intense.

Moving on, let's say Ayanokouji was accepted into the school at the age of 16 through some intervention by the school's headmaster/chairman despite the fact that he typically wouldn't have been accepted. Anya thinks nothing of him at first but as time goes by, she begins to notice the contradictory nature of his thoughts. She discovers the existence of the White Room and is unpleasantly reminded of her own past and so, she decides to befriend him. Being raised by a spy and an assassin amid a cold war, she didn't mind the callous and rather Machiavellian nature of his thoughts. His schemes were fun to play along with, almost like she was six and trying to help her father's mission succeed all over again.

To Ayanokouji, Anya was a bit of an enigma. She wasn't the most academically intelligent but she was sociable and friendly, surrounded by teens with influential backgrounds like Becky Blackbell and Damian Desmond when she herself seemed rather ordinary. But at times he couldn't help but find her intuition and ability to read between the lines a little uncanny. She had a way with people that almost made it feel like she was reading his mind. Not that he minded, of course. It made her more useful to him.

Honestly, I just wanna see Ayanokouji hanging out with the Eden kids and I think this would be an interesting AU to explore.

[randomnameless]

Bonjour ! Aussi pour les UA de Mercie et la Cheffe Suprême qui sont de lointains parents, ça pourrait aussi être que l'ancêtre de Mercie était la soeur / frère de Willy mais, qui aurait rejoint Némésis pour une raison x ? (Rhéa était une mauvaise influence capillaire pour Willy qui a commencé à porter des mulets)

Lycaon finit par glisser sur un couteau dans les escaliers qui lui rentre dans la poitrine par hasard, à chaque marche et passe par la fenêtre par accident avant de faire quoi que ce soit avec l'autre moitié de la famille, puis Hildegard I le saurait plus ou moins mais, ne les auraient pas éliminés malgré les repas de famille pourries car, elle savait que l'emblème de Seiros n'apparaitrait pas (et avait d'autres chats à fouetter avec Aegir ?) mais, Ionius n'aimait pas que d'autres personnes avaient les yeux violets alors, il a dégagé toute la famille ?

Haha, Cheffe Suprême ça fait très sectaire quand on y pense!

Rhea est toujours une mauvaise influence dès qu'on parle de cheveux, je suis sûre que c'est elle qui a insisté pour se teindre les cheveux, et a embarqué Seteth et Flayn dans cette masquarade, même si je tire mon chapeau pour Seteth, ça doit être compliqué de se teindre la barbe...

(Par contre leur teinture est mieux réussie que celle de Rhea, mais en regardant le désastre qu'est son portrait d'unité dans 3 Nopes, c'est pas bien compliqué de faire mieux qu'elle!)

Tu veux dire et si Lamine (ou son beau-fils/belle-fille?) était un membre de la famille Hresvelg? Rhea mentionne dans Nopes que Willy était un noble d'Enbarr avant de devenir Empereur (ou alors, contre-uno : Willy ferait partie de la famille de Lamine, et aurait atterrit à Enbarr pour une raison quelconque, puis aurait ensuite été adopté par des patriciens locaux?)

Hildegarde 1, très très tristoune après l'accident des 23 marches de son... grand-oncle?, aurait, peut-être, en effet, laissé les autres gus du nord tranquille si elle savait qu'ils ne seraient jamais des rivaux sérieux pour le trône de Willy puisque ne pouvant pas avoir d'emblèmes de Seiros - même si je trouve ça étrange qu'avoir un Emblème ce soit devenu la condition pour être Empereur ?

Ou alors, Derick von Aegir, qui a vu Hildegarde utiliser un oignon pour apparaître très très tristoune lors des funérailles de Lycaon, l'a menacée de raconter tout aux autres nobles du royaume, voire même à Willy, et a pu obtenir son duel pour gagner le trône tout en évitant les escaliers - et Hildegarde, se disant que quand même, pour éviter un prochain accident de la part de ses cousins, a essayé de monter un récit justifiant son ascension au trône -> Lycaon devait devenir Empereur parce qu'il était l'héritier l'un des héritiers de Wilhelm et de Seiros, il est mort d'une maladie l'ayant déséquilibré et entrainé sa chute dans les escaliers, mais dans ses derniers moments, son petit demi grand-oncle adoré lui a dit qu'il voulait qu'elle lui succède. C'est totalement vrai, demandez à son Vestra!

Mais pour éviter une future incertitude pour l'avenir de l'Empire, Hildegarde, après avoir écrasé Derick, annonce au monde (les gens importants hein, donc Enbarr) que dorénavant, le futur Empereur sera l'aîné de ses héritiers - évidemment avec un emblème de Seiros pour bien montrer que oui oui oui, les membres de cette lignée descend bien de Seiros et Willy (même si leurs oreilles sont rondes, mais ça, ça va aussi être éludé parce que quand même, vous imaginez prétendre descendre d'une chose inhumaine? De toutes façons, qui savait que Lycaon avait des oreilles pointues? Et comme Seiros a récupéré ses restes, personne ne le saura jamais, étant donné que les "agents pathogènes" qui ont mené à la chute de la créature dans l'escalier ont eux aussi, eu divers accidents :( ).

Plusieurs années passent, et Ionius qui a peur de ne pas avoir d'enfants avec emblème (son premier bâtard n'a pas d'emblème, et celui de Hans 2, l'héritier de son épouse légitime, n'est qu'un emblème mineur! Et puis Hans 2 a besoin de lunettes, la honte!) voit d'un mauvais œil ces "cousins lointains" qui peuvent lui voler le trône, si jamais Hans 2 meurt (apparemment les escaliers sont maudits? C'est une vieille légende familiale!) et qu'aucun de ses enfants n'a d'emblème de Seiros (une de ses concubines lui a donné un gosse avec un emblème de Cethleann! Il a voulu la répudier, mais sa famille a fait de gros yeux et Vestra lui a dit que ce n'était pas faisable!), ces "cousins" qui se sont mélangés à des sauvages du Nord quand même! (oui, la généalogie complète de la lignée Hresvelg s'est perdue en route) ne vont pas s'asseoir sur son trône si le critère "possession d'un Emblème de Seiros" tombe et que seul celui de "descend de Willy" compte!

(Et puis il n'aime pas, de toutes façons, cette idée d'avoir un emblème en commun avec l'autre chose là-bas, de Garreg Mach, ça a quand même autorisé la création du Royaume des Barbares, au détriment de l'Empire! Un nouveau conseiller, Chilon?, lui a dit que c'était possible de changer d'emblème et d'en avoir un plus puissant? C'est une possibilité à étudier plus tard.)

Bref, l'idée, c'est de démolir la famille qui a accueilli la femme du nord, et de la remarier avec un noble bien bouseux (les Bartels descendent d'un équarisseur qui a été anobli du temps de son arrière grand-père pour avoir éventré un sauvage de Brigid au colisée avec une fourche!), comme ça si jamais il y a un gamin aux yeux mauves, il descendra d'un bouseux, et ne sera jamais une menace pour sa dynastie.

Dedel se souvient juste que pôpa lui avait dit que les Bartels c'était de la vermine, alors quand Emile en fait de la chair à pâté, c'est tant mieux, mais bon, il faudrait pas non plus qu'il devienne important, alors on lui donne une armure et on lui fait faire le sale boulot, comme son arrière-arrière grand père, d'équarisseur.

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Dans un UA où tout le monde survit, avec des largesses temporelles, les repas de famille c'est Willy avec ses cousins Lamine/Martritz, les enfants de ses premières conquêtes et ses frères et soeurs, Seiros/Rhea, Lycaon et les Nabatéens.

Les Nabatéens sont un peu froids avec Lamine et les Martritz parce qu'apparemment il y aurait eu du mauvais sang entre l'un des leurs et Lamine elle-même, les humains Hresvelgs sont en froid avec les Nabatéens parce que Willy ne vit pas avec eux parce qu'il préfère Seiros et c'est de sa faute à elle de toutes façons (Rhea caca!) qui manipule le pauvre Tonton/Père Willy et elle va lui prendre tout son argent (qui leur revient à eux!) et leur gamin va hériter de son poste super important de je ne sais quoi, mais c'est super important - mais les Hresvelgs n'aiment pas les Lamine/Martitz non plus parce que ce sont des "pouilleux".

Willy essaie de faire en sorte que tout le monde s'entend, Rhea de même (sauf avec la cousine/soeur de Willy Lamine), mais un drame survient quand Dedel, la nièce de Willy, pousse "accidentellement" Lycaon qui fait une chute de tricycle. Sa tante Hildegarde affirme qu'il est tombé tout seul, et "l'enquête" ne va pas plus loin, mais Lycaon refuse de jouer avec sa cousine Dedel et préfère jouer avec son autre cousine Cethleann.

[andromesa]

Suspicions and Threats

A Classroom of the Elite / Spy x Family crossover fic.

“Ostania, huh?” Ayanokoji Kiyotaka stepped out of the bus that had driven him from the airport to where he would be staying for the next month. This special test didn’t seem as if it would be too difficult to get through, but his more academically challenged classmates may have their fair share of problems ahead. It seemed that instead of a normal 2nd year school trip, they would be traveling to a different country where a certain school had authorized a student exchange program. The rules of the special test were simple, it was essentially graded based on the grades that they received while studying at this elite academy for one month. The school in question being the famous Eden Academy, known for being a prestigious school, mostly for children of the most esteemed families in the nation known as Ostania. They wished to have the students stay with families of the students during the foreign exchange test. What will happen when Kiyotaka was assigned to the Forgers, a fake family unbeknownst to him. As well as the intervention of WISE in his situation planning to cause its fair share of troubles. Maybe this trip wouldn't be as carefree as he thought.

[grandmaraboutorogan]

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[readingloveswounds]

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[sofiaemily92]

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[robotomyy]

HERE HE IS!!!!!!!!!!! My AUs gonna be called,,,,,,, Children of the Ewe !! lol

Its gonna be about Rhivu dealing with the constant dreams he has about his past life while having to run his cult + deal with sharing powers with Narinder (specifically being able to read each others minds) Most of the followers are clueless to the shared powers amongst the two aside from a smaller crown upon returning. Narinder's crown presents itself as a black collar w/ the red eye as to hide it. (his design will be drawn soon) They tease each other a lot but Lamb knows how to push Narinder's buttons either by accident or on purpose to get a reaction from him. FEEL FREE TO ASK ABOUT HIM!!! OR THE AU :3

[solutionspirituelle]

Portefeuille Magique : Ce Que c'est et Comment ça Marche

Portefeuille Magique : Ce Que c’est et Comment ça Marche

Portefeuille magique, les valises magiques, canaris magiques et bien d’autres artifices magiques permettent d’avoir de l’argent rapidement “sans effort”. Mais, qu’est-ce qu’un portefeuille magique ? Comment fonctionne-t-il ? Quels sont les dangers liés à son utilisation ? Et comment en avoir ? Si vous vous posez ces questions, vous êtes au bon endroit. Vous devez lire chaque ligne de cet article,…

[she-is-a-weapon]

Michael and Cote's interview for La Gazette de Monaco (translated from French)

The Paramount+ spin-off will be filmed in Europe, and more specifically in Budapest. After so many years, why is it finally coming to fruition?

Cote de Pablo: I think the stars have aligned in a way. We've been nurturing this idea for a very long time, so we're very excited. We're thrilled to be shooting this spin-off in Europe and embracing the lifestyle that goes with it. It's a huge gift as actors because we come from a very different machine...

Will there be any similarities, or not, with the NCIS mothership?

CdP: There won't be a flash image with a corpse at the beginning. We won't have to solve a crime and then in the end everything works out and everyone goes back to their dysfunctional families! (laughs) We wanted to take our two characters away from the agency and have them evolve in an international context. The other main difference is the format, since we're doing 10 episodes instead of 24. And we’re shooting ten hours a day!

One of the main characters in this spin-off is your daughter Tali. Have you found the actress to play her?

Michael Weatherly: We've just completed the casting process. The series should really be called "NCIS: Tony, Ziva & Tali", as their child is at the heart of their concerns. In NCIS, our characters didn't have this, so they acted very personally, according to their desires. When you have a child, you have to figure out what's best for them. At the same time, Tony and Ziva also have to save the world. Tali is the perfect character to introduce new sources of trouble.

Your on-screen chemistry is just as real in real life. How do you preserve this 20-year friendship?

MW: Our friendship began under President Bush... and continued through the administrations of Obama, Trump, and Biden! The truth is, we talk a lot. Friendships can be difficult in show business, where there's not always a sense of durability. It's a bit like the friends you make at summer camp and never see again!

CdP: Except that you never got rid of me! I'm your forever summer camp buddy (laughs). You and I, we laugh a lot, and there's this truly wonderful thing that happens over time, where friendship deepens as we say in Spanish. If there is a problem, I can count on our 20 years to get through it. That doesn't mean there won't be conflicts, because we're both passionate creatures, but our friendship has been through a lot, not just professionally.

Source: https://lagazettedemonaco.com/actualites/art-culture/ncis-apres-le-1000e-episode-place-au-spin-off

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saga: Soumission & Domination 272

Arcachon 3

Dans les 18ans (j'espère), châtain clair ébouriffé, imberbe et déjà bien bronzé avec un shorty très court. Dans les 1,75m plutôt fin mais avec des muscles bine dessiné quand même. Je tombe à genou à coté de lui et sort mon plus beau sourire. Il se pousse pour me faire une place sur sa serviette. Je m'assois dessus et en profite pour poser ma main sur son ventre. Il ne la repousse pas, du coup je la laisse et commence même à caresser lentement son torse, le maintenant au sol. Il me dit s'appeler Jules et m'avoue avoir remarqués notre groupe hier après midi déjà.

Je lui demande s'il n'est pas déçu que ce soit moi et pas un autre qui soit venu le voir ? Il ferme un oeil et, après avoir tourné le visage vers les autres occupés à jouer à une 15aine de mètre, me dis que non bien que le grand bronzé et baraqué avec qui je suis venu lui plaisait bien aussi. Je lui fais préciser et il me montre Ernesto. Je ris et lui dis qu'il a, non seulement bon goût, mais aussi un gros appétit. Comme il n'a pas l'air de comprendre, je lui dis que mon ami est très, très bien équipé.

C'est lui qui me demande si nous sommes là pour un moment. Il semble déçu quand je l'informe que nous seront repartis avant la fin de la semaine. Je lui propose alors de ne pas perdre de temps et de m'accompagner derrière le premier rideau d'arbre. Il hésite et me dis qu'il y a pas mal de vieux qui y trainent. Je lui fais part de mon étonnement vu que sur la plage il n'y a que des jeunes. Il m'explique alors qu'il connait bien le coin et qu'ils arrivent par une autre route et rodent en attendant les jeunes mecs qui vont se soulager. Je me penche alors et pose mes lèvres sur les siennes. Et j'attends qu'il fasse le premier pas. Rapidement je sens sa langue glisser sur mes lèvres, s'insinuer entre elle et taper mes dents comme pour me demander l'autorisation d'entrer. J'entrouvre et c'est une véritable furie qui s'empare de ma bouche. Son bras est venu autour de mon cou pour me maintenir serré contre lui alors que sa langue virevolte dans ma bouche, cherchant la mienne et faisant bataille avec elle. Bien que cela fasse un bon moment déjà que nous sommes sur la plage, sa langue est fraîche et je prends du plaisir à lui rouler ce patin. Après un temps qui m'a paru court mais qui, selon la position du soleil, serait plutôt de pas loin d'une heure, je lui demande ce qu'il fait, tout seul.

Il me raconte : il vient de fêter ses 18ans, des parents au travail qui, l'été, s'installent dans la station où nous avons loué et qui font les trajets tous les jours à Bordeaux et un frère plus âgé qui bosse comme saisonnier dans un restaurant un peu plus loin sur la cote.

Je conclue qu'il est donc relativement libre de son temps. Il me le confirme et me dis que ses parents acceptent qu'il rentre tard où plutôt tôt le matin, après tout c'est les vacances. Je lui demande s'il serait intéressé par une invitation à une soirée privée chez nous ce soir même. Il accepte avec empressement et me demande s'il pouvait intégrer notre " groupe " dès maintenant.

Je n'en vois pas d'impossibilité mais avant de rejoindre tous les autres je passe un petit moment à lui préciser qui est qui : le groupe des parisiens et le mien sans lui dire que les deux Ducatistes sont gendarmes.

Quand je le ramène, il se fait siffler et chahuter par nos parisiens alors que mon groupe l'intègre sans chichis. Je vois qu'il a de la suite dans les idées car c'est auprès d'Ernesto qu'il cherche la sécurité !

Quand nous nous séparons, avant de nous retrouver plus tard, nous emmenons Jules avec nous. Amusant, il s'aperçoit que nous avons loués à 3 maisons de chez lui. Ernesto me glisse que le p'tit mec que j'ai trouvé n'était vraiment pas farouche et qu'il avait fait les quelques km du retour avec sa main (à Jules) sur sa bite (à lui). Je lui dis alors qu'il (lui) avait tapé dans l'oeil de Jules. Tout content, Ernesto me dit que lui c'est plutôt dans sa rondelle qu'il ira lui taper.

Le portail refermé et nous nous mettons à poil le temps de traverser la maison. Jules hésite mais quand il voit que certains ont leurs culs touts blancs, et bandent déjà, il baisse son maillot et nous fait découvrir son outillage. Comme il est tout raide, j'estime une bite de 18cm par 4/5, circoncise, avec un beau gland plutôt ovale avec deux petites couilles rasées. Quand Ernesto se retourne, il reste quand même bloqué, le regard fixé sur les attributs de notre espagnol. C'est sur que tâtés par-dessus le tissu du maillot de bain ou les voir dans toute leur nudité, c'est pas pareil !

Nos gendarmes l'attrape, un de chaque coté et le portent jusqu'à la piscine dans laquelle ils le projettent. Alors qu'il remonte à la surface, il est éclaboussé par tous les autres qui tombent autour de lui. Nous jouons, nous nous pourchassons, caressons. Il veut nous montrer qu'il n'est pas une " oie blanche " et pour cela entreprend de sucer Ernesto sous l'eau ! Nous le sauvons de la noyade alors qu'il s'étrangle avec son gland ! PH lui glisse à l'oreille qu'il n'a rien à prouver avec nous. En attendant, nous préparons la réception du soir. Jules m'aide et comme il me fait bander grave, je l'attrape et le pousse dans le bureau du ré de chaussée.

Il a compris tout de suite et se colle à moi tout bandant lui aussi. Je suis penché et lui sur la pointe des pieds. Il fini par me sauter dans les bras ceinturant ma taille de ses cuisses. Ma queue se dresse sous ses fesses. Il se trémousse alors que nous nous roulons toujours un patin, jusqu'à ce que mon gland tape sa rondelle. Il ondule du bassin et comme je le sens s'ouvrir, je le pose sur le bureau et me kpote rapidement avant de le reprendre dans les bras. Ma bite trouve aussitôt le bon chemin et je me sens m'enfoncer dans son cul. J'adore ! Rondelle ferme sans être fermée, Jules appui pour bien s'enfoncer ma bite en lui. Il relâche mes lèvres et halète un peu sous l'effort. J'ai droit à son superbe sourire quand nos os se collent.

Je m'adosse au bureau (les fesses contre le plateau). Jules en profite pour poser ses pieds dessus et des bras autour de mon cou, il se lime tout seul sur mon pieu. C'est trop bon ! Il est vraiment très chaud et j'apprécie sa façon de baiser. Son sexe se frotte à mes abdos et son gland devient violacé. Je le laisse faire quelques minute et reprend la main. Je le porte sur ma bite jusqu'au canapé et accompagne sa chute dessus. Je lui relève les jambes jusqu'à les passer sur mes épaules avant de me mettre à labourer sa rondelle. Il apprécie mes longs coups de rein et quand je fais des sorties complètes avant de me renfourner au chaud. Il attire ma tête et me roule un nouveau patin. Sa langue m'excite un peu plus et j'ai du mal à me retenir quand je sens, projeté sur mes abdos, son sperme. Je lâche les vannes et callé tout au fond de son cul, je me vide dans ma kpote. Je m'écroule sur lui. Il est encore plein d'energie et me lèche le cou, les oreilles tout en serrant son anneau. Je me retire avant de débander. Notre entrée dans la cuisine n'est pas resté discrète. Faut dire que la kpote pleine dans la main, j'aurais eu du mal a contredire le fait que nous venions de baiser. PH me la retire et passe un Sopalin entre les fesses de Jules avant de jeter le tout à la poubelle. Revenant vers nous PH lui demande si son mec, en l'occurrence moi, l'avait bien baisé. Jules me regarde, effaré, puis bredouille à PH qu'il ne savait pas pour lui et moi. Il comprend que c'est sans importance quand nous nous mettons à rire tous les deux. PH s'approche de lui et se penche pour lui rouler un patin, histoire de bien lui faire comprendre notre façon de fonctionner. Les deux gendarmes nous rejoignent à ce moment là. Ils encadrent Jules, le soulèvent et profitant de la situation, le font redescendre mais en le plantant sur G22 (Gendarme 22cm). Heureusement que j'étais passé avant, comme ça Jules a pu bien profiter, sans douleur, de la fougue militaire. PH et moi sommes restés au spectacle. Dès que Jules a été bien calé sur G22, G21 (Gendarme 21cm) l'a penché en avant jusqu'à enfoncer ses 21cm dans sa bouche et sa gorge.

Après la triple prise de plaisir, j'ai demandé à Jules si le programme était à son goût. Il me saute au cou et me dit qu'il ne lui était encore jamais arrivé un plan pareil. Ça le changeait des locaux de son âge. Je lui dis de garder des forces pour ce soir et nos invités. Je l'envoi se doucher. Il nous revient tout frais.

Vers 20h30 nos invités arrivent. Les bras pleins de bouteilles. Les bouchons sautent et les bulles coulent à flot. Ernesto surveille Jules et compte bien se le garder ce soir. Le BBQ chauffe et les grillades roussissent. Le diner est entrecoupé de séances de baises selon les affinités de chacun et le degré d'excitation du moment. Contrairement à la veille chez eux, pas de mêlée commune, mais des actions par petits groupes. Quand Ernesto est " violé " par un parisien en manque de grosse bite dans son cul, il nous confie, à nous ou à nos gendarme la garde de Jules. Ce dernier est d'accord pour se garder pour Ernesto.

J'ai deux fois profité des invités en recto comme en verso, tout comme PH. La deuxième fois, j'ai enculé le mec qui le sodomisait et quand le mec en question s'en est offusqué, arguant qu'il était plutôt actif, je lui ai répondu que c'était le prix à payer pour baiser mon mec ! Il a bien fallu qu'il s'en satisfasse coincé entre nous deux.

Finalement je crois que tout le monde a été content qu'ils partent. Il sont beaux, jeunes et bons baiseurs mais ne peuvent s'affranchir d'une certaine condescendance qui revenait souvent soit dans leurs comportements soit dans leurs propos. Je ne me suis même pas abaissé à leur mettre dans la vue nos relations dans la capitale !

Comme prévu, Ernesto s'est isolé pour le reste de la nuit avec Jules et à en croire les bruits venant de leur chambre, ils ont veillé jusqu'à très tôt. PH et moi avons fini la nuit dans les bras de la maréchaussée.

Arcachon 4

Je me réveille en même temps que G22. Nous laissons nos mecs respectifs dormir ensemble et descendons. Nous sommes les premiers. Je décide d'aller faire quelques courses. G22 m'accompagne. Je lui laisse le volant de la SL, il en mourait d'envie. Malgré les risque de tomber sur quelqu'un de sa connaissance, il roule jusqu'à Bordeaux rien que pour le plaisir de piloter l'engin. On refait les pleins (essence, champagne, viennoiseries et barbaque) et rentrons le pied dedans. Nous arrivons alors que le reste de la maison s'éveille. Ils nous aident à décharger les courses. G21 et G22 nous quitterons ce soir ! Du coup nous restons à la villa pour profiter d'eux jusqu'au bout et réciproquement.

Sans savoir ce qu'ils font dans la vie, Jules leur dis qu'il sera content de les revoir sur la plage. G22 qui se rappelle la douceur de son petit trou lui dit qu'ils reviendront dès qu'ils pourront. En attendant, G21 lui fait connaitre son coup de rein et Jules y semble aussi sensible qu'à ceux de son collègue.

Nous touzons tranquillement toute l'après midi. Ils nous quittent vers les 21h, non sans que nous ayons échangés nos n° de portables et la promesse qu'ils passent nous voir dans le " nord ".

Nous partons le lendemain pour Barcelone avant de rejoindre Sitges. Déjeuner à la frontière et nous arrivons tranquillement en début de soirée à l'appart d'Ernesto.

Marc et Hervé nous rejoignent, enfin en vacances. C'est génial.

Jardinier

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[iamumbra195]

Detective Conan/DCMK characters in a Classroom of the Elite setting would be so interesting to watch/read.

I've only just finished the CoTE anime (Seasons 1-3) so i haven't read the manga or the light novel but the Advanced Nurturing Highschool or AHNS for short is so, so shady. If it and the White Room existed in the DCMK universe, I have no doubt in my mind that they would have some connection to the Black Organization.

So just imagine an AU where Shinichi caught Vodka doing an arms deal in middle school but didn't get caught by Gin like in canon. Imagine him trying to investigate them but coming up with nothing until he, Ran, and Sonoko are on a train ride for the first day at AHNS where he runs into Gin and Vodka, just like he did in canon episode 5.

He learns their codenames there and saves the people on the train from being bombed to hell. Unfortunately, this ends up making him, Ran and Sonoko late for their very first day. They're thankfully excused because the incident was out of their hands before being placed into their respective classes.

You can have adult characters like Jodie and Amuro be teachers and business owners while also acting as undercover agents.

Important student characters at the school:

Hattori Heiji (he can be in the same class as Shinichi where they are both antagonistic at first but later become allies and friends)

Toyama Kazuha (they were made for each, I will never seperate them)

Kuroba Kaito (who also happens to be Kaitou KID and regularly sneaks off school campus for heists. Jii Konosuke cases places for him and he contacts the man using a secret phone he smuggled in. He tends to downplay his academic and physical skill to be somewhat average so he's in Class C or B)

Nakamori Aoko

Akako Koizumi (no magic in this AU but she's interested in spirituality and shit like tarot cards and all)

Hakuba Saguru (suspects of Kaito of being KId and regularaly requests time off from school to go to the heists)

Eisuke Hondou (but only for a little while near the end of 1st year as a rival for Shinichi and love interest for Ran before going back to America to pursue the future he wanted)

Sera Masumi (would be introduced in 2nd Year when Shinichi starts investigating Bourbon as a potential subject because she somehow found out he has connection to the maker of the pill that shrunk her mother)

Important characters outside of school

Agasa Hiroshi (supplies Shinichi with spy tech)

Haibara Ai AKA Miyano Shiho (shrunken and lives with Agasa just like in canon, specifically sought Agasa out because he was a connection to Shinichi, who was involved in her sister's case and was a detective at that. They contact each other through secret phone. She also happens to be one of the failed subjects of the white room)

Miyano Akemi (During school break, Shinichi went back to Beika where he was then approached by Masami Hiroto and the rest goes like canon with her dying in his arms)

Akai Shuichi (still don't know what I'm gonna do with him but he's important)

Rena Mizunashi AKA Hidemi Hondou

Side Characters in school

Nakamichi (Shinichi's soccer friend)

Eisuke Aizawa (Shinichi's soccer friend)

Kazumi Tsukamoto (a third year in Ran's karate club)

Tashiro (Ran's friend)

Hidaka (Ran's friend)

Anyways, I imagine Shinichi being in a different class from Ran and Sonoko and just thinking about ShinRan competeing but also saving each other's asses from time to time is beautiful.

Having Kaito and Shinichi's respective Black Organization be one and the same would make it more interesting as well.

Anyways, I think these characters are fun to play around with in this setting, mixing the dramatic school life in CoTE with the looming threat of the Black Organization as Shinichi delves deeper and deeper into the case.

Idk how this would be resolved but it would be so, so fun to read if written well. Shinichi's gonna be so paranoid by the end of this lol.