#fay 26

[autobot2001]

"Help Them."

Author: Autobot2001 Genre: Fanfiction Fandom: Transformers Eating: T Warning: People killed in a fire Pairing: None Description: Inferno is blamed for the death of an elderly couple. Snippet from The Holiday Killer.

@febuwhump day 26; "help them."

As Inferno drives down the street by the Knight twins’ parents’ house, the two mechs see a man dressed in all black run down the street. They drive a little further down the street to find the Knight’s home engulfed in flames. Drift gets out of Inferno’s alt mode, knowing Inferno will have to deal with this in his bipedal form. Drift calls the police, who say they’ll dispatch EMS. Drift isn’t sure if Ratchet will be pissed that he didn’t call them, but he fears it’s too late. Even if the two humans inside are dead, Drift doesn’t want their bodies to be burned. Against Inferno’s yelling, Drift runs into the house.

He didn’t think he’d find the elderly couple tied up together, and it’s more troubling even if it’s easier to get the two out of the house.

“Help them!” A femme yells as Drift lays the elders on the ground. “They’re dead, I’m sorry,” Drift regrets telling her. The femme waits until the fire is out, and Inferno activates his holoform, seeing the two dead humans. “I’ll never forgive you!” The femme yells and slaps Inferno before two officers force her away from him. “I’ve gotten those same four words back home several times,” Inferno admits. “That’s not right,” Drift comments, “we did the best we could. Whoever set the fire knew what they were doing, and I found the humans tied up together.”

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Viktor Tchmal in his Sukhoi Su-26 at the FAI Aerobatics World Grand Prix, 2008

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Whumptober 2023 Day 26: Sometimes I Get So Tired, I Don't Even Know Myself

Woof.

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Yeah, that's another one for the "senseless torture" category. Also very Dead Dove Do Not Eat for the dehumanization/humiliation/making-a-person-pose-as-an-animal aspect imo.

Yuan: Gearing up into full Rage, so angry he could kill someone with just his bare hands, all that's pounding in his mind is "Don't you dare hurt him when MY useless body inevitably fails us DAMN IT".

Botta: Acutely aware that it's actually YUAN who has the endless reserves of stamina, while he himself burns close to 10k calories a day just by existing in his body. :)

I guess it could still go either way. Botta is extremely motivated to not vomit and black out as his muscles burn through glucose like paper clippings - as he does if it comes to this, he's just VERY good at resource management and also hiding this little issue from people - but Yuan is defeatist, caught up in shame and self-loathing, and also desperately angry and therefore unfocused.

Yes, I've been giving this a lot of thought. :)

(Actually yes, this came from musings about their overall stamina and also the fact that Botta has a Glass Cannon thing going on, which must come with some physical drawbacks.)

[calciopics]

Cameroon World Cup squad 2022: Final list of 26 players for national team in Qatar

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[qvake]

#QVAKE private & selective daisy johnson of marvel’s agents of s.h.i.e.l.d. minors & personals do not interact. est. 2014 / rebooted 2023

A STUDY IN : the hero’s journey , ‘ tell me, atlas. what is heavier: the world or its people’s hearts? ’ , the phoenix’s rebirth , the journey of self identity , found family , when the hero worshipper becomes the hero , ‘ you save everyone, but who saves you? ’

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[w1thlove]

#𝐒𝐔𝐏𝟑𝐑𝐌𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐋 an independent and private original supermodel character , 𝑵𝑰𝑪𝑶𝑳𝑬 ‘ 𝑵𝑰𝑲𝑲𝑰 ’ 𝑳𝑶𝑽𝑬 , inspired by måneskin’s SUPERMODEL & the neon demon (2016) . 21+ only , written by fay . exploring themes of 90’s supermodels & toxic model culture , high fashion , america's sweetheart falling from grace , private life being public , growing up in the limelight . USES BETA EDITOR

SLIDES . PINTEREST .

𝒂𝒇𝒇𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 : priestbit, fromtower

𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏 : 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝟿𝟶'𝚜 𝚜𝚞𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚘𝚍𝚎𝚕 & 𝚝𝚘𝚡𝚒𝚌 𝚖𝚘𝚍𝚎𝚕 𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎, 𝚑𝚒𝚐𝚑 𝚏𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚊'𝚜 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚎, 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚞𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚌, 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚞𝚙 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚊-𝚠𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚡, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚢.

[bassmortem]

#𝙱𝙰𝚂𝚂𝙼𝙾𝚁𝚃𝙴𝙼 an affiliated original rock star / bassist character inspired by the 1980's rock scene . exploring themes of the female bassist , women in rock , & the dark feminine . private & mutuals only , do not follow first unless we're mutuals elsewhere .

heavily affiliated with : v1xette , drumortem , stringmortem

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[kwanisms]

Kinkuary 26 Minho — angry/hate sex // impact play

➥ hard dom!Minho x sub!Reader summary: Sometimes, Minho gets really annoyed. Sometimes he gets really frustrated. The rest of Stray Kids know he gets frustrated, but what they don’t know is that he channels that anger and frustration in his sex with his girlfriend. wc: 1.7k warnings: afab reader, adult dialogue, established relationship, sexual content (minors dni!): unprotected sex (pls use protection!), rough sex, angry sex (Minho takes all his frustration out on the reader but the aftercare is top tier), impact play (spanking, face slapping, choking, mention of reader slapping Minho once), use of pet names (mainly baby, honey, angel at the end, etc), reader is a bit of a pain slut, moderate degradation (he calls her slut & whore mainly and bitch one time), spitting, and I think that’s all of them. If I missed anything let me know! a/n: TW: THERE IS MORE THAN SPANKING IN THIS PART. IF THAT BOTHERS YOU, PLEASE DO NOT READ THIS!!! I couldn’t imagine anyone else in this part other than Minho. I know he’s not a violent person, he just seems the most likely to be into impact play. Thank you for reading, I hope you like it, and as always, this is a work of fiction and all characters are not reflective of their respective irl counterparts. for entertainment purposes only. banner made by me. I do not allow reposts or translations of my works. All my works are ©️ kwanisms. Permanent taglist: @yoonguurt @candidupped @dejavernon Kinkuary full taglist: @baldi-2 @wonderfulshinee @lacie220900 @sup-dallyboy @drunk-on-dk @violagoth @mixling-blog @kosmoreads @yourfavoritefreakyhan Stray Kids taglist: @niktwazny303 @g4m3girl @rapmonie2047 @indigo35 @witherednotes @cixrosie @fay-ebrahim @imseungminsgf @yeosayang @leeautumn @katsukis1wife @flowerboykun @beomgyusbabygirl Strikethrough means I cannot tag you. MINORS WILL BE BLACKLISTED & BLOCKED. Taglist closed!

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“You know I don’t actually hate you, right?” Minho said softly as he ran the warm wet washcloth over your skin, red marks and bruises forming from his tight grip and heavy handedness.

You smiled at him warmly. “I know, babe,” you answered.

True, it wasn’t like Minho to be so rough with you.

At least, he didn’t make a habit out of it.

Sometimes he just needed to let his frustrations out and you were more than willing to let him fuck his frustration out with you.

It didn’t stop him from feeling slightly guilty when bruises showed up the next day from his manhandling, despite you reassuring him that you liked it.

You were truly a masochist.

It started when Minho came home angrier than you’d ever seen him before. Practice had gone extremely poorly and all of the guys were mad. Nothing seemed to be going well for them today.

You knew you were in for a rough time from the moment Minho slammed the front door shut, dropping his bag and making a beeline for you sitting innocently on the sofa, watching TV.

“Min?” You asked, looking up at your boyfriend as he towered over you. “Get up,” he said in a dangerously low voice. It sent shivers up your spin. “W-what?”

Minho grabbed your arm roughly, pulling you up from the cushion and dragged you away from the living room, slamming your back against the wall. Your wide eyes made him hesitate. “I’ve had a… really shitty day,” he started softly, dropping his head so you couldn’t see his eyes.

“I’m just so… fucking angry.”

A warm smile crossed your features as you reached up to cup his cheek tenderly.

“Let it out,” you encouraged softly.

The simple command was enough for Minho to slip into his own form of domspace. One where he almost lost himself entirely. Almost.

You knew from the second he looked up with that unreadable expression and those dark eyes, things were about to get very, very interesting.

It didn’t take much to set Minho off once he was in his domspace, a few shoves and a well timed slap had him dragging you to the bedroom, practically tearing your clothes off before knocking you back onto the bed.

He was on you in seconds, pulling his own shirt off as he knelt between your thighs. The two of you hesitated for just a moment, breathing heavily as you stared at one another. His eyes were dark, pupils blown with lust while yours were shining with excitement for what was to come.

Minho grabbed your leg, rolling your over onto your back before settling on your thighs. You knew better than to ask because sooner or later, he’d act.

And act he did, delivering a quick blow to your ass, making your body jump and a moan to escape your lips. Not giving you a chance to recover, he continued, landing slap after slap to your ass, alternating sides until your ass was red and sore. Not that you were complaining.

You loved the pain almost as much as you loved the pleasure.

By the time he’d finished marking your ass, you were practically dripping, something your boyfriend took notice of.

“Fucking typical,” he growled, untying his pants and pushing them down along with his underwear. “Of course a whore like you gets off on being used and abused.” You whined as he roughly pulled your thong down your thighs.

The tear of fabric had you groaning. ‘Aww and those were my favorite pair.’

Minho tossed your ruined panties away, taking your sore ass cheeks in his hands and spreading them to see your soaked cunt. “I bet I’d slide right in,” he whispered, moving his thumb down to brush over your glistening slit.

“On your back,” he barked suddenly, getting off you and kicking off his pants as you rolled onto your back as ordered. Minho was back on the bed in moments, forcing your legs apart and kneeling between your thighs.

“Look at you, so fucking pathetic,” Minho scoffed. He took his cock in his hand, giving himself a few strokes as he glared down at you. “You know, I really hate sluts like you,” he growled.

You narrowed your eyes up at him. “Oh fuck you,” you answered.

The slap to your cheek wasn’t hard. It was less about strength and more about the shock of it.

Minho didn’t give you a chance to recover as he lined the tip of his cock with your slit and pushed into you quickly, bottoming out almost instantly as he slid in with ease. “Fuck,” he groaned, eyes fluttering shut.

“For a whore, you sure have a tight cunt.”

You clenched around him, as if further solidifying his comment.

Minho let out a moan, grabbing your thighs harshly, nails digging into your skin.

“Tell me to fuck off again,” he ordered, opening his eyes to meet your gaze.

“Don’t fucking tell me what to do,” you hissed, earning another slap. The pain was a welcomed addition to the pleasure of Minho’s cock splitting you open. You felt his fingers close around your throat.

“I’ll do whatever the fuck I want, insolent bitch,” he growled, hips snapping against yours roughly as he set a slow but intense pace, each thrust driving his cock deep inside your pussy.

“I’ll call you whatever the fuck I want; fuck you however I want,” he growled, fingers around your throat squeezing lightly. “And you’ll just lay there and take it.”

You moaned as his hips pounded against your ass, ramming his cock into your wet cunt repeatedly. “You’ll take it like the fucking whore you are.”

Every time he used that word, your walls gripped him even tighter, moans tumbling from your lips as he fucked you hard.

“Shit, you’re so fucking tight I might blow right now,” he grunted, a bead of sweat rolling down his temple, his bangs sticking to his forehead. “Would you like that? Want me to cum all over your stomach?” He asked.

“Or better yet,” he continued with a smirk.

“Cum inside this tight little cunt and make you mine? You want that, baby?” You moaned loudly.

Minho chuckled darkly, his grip on your throat tightening slightly. “Of course you would. You’re my little cumslut, aren’t you? You just love it when I fill you up.”

Another moan and a hard thrust had you tumbling towards the edge but not quite falling over it. “Minho,” you whimpered, voice hoarse from your incessant moaning. Minho leaned over slightly, his thrusts aiming for that soft spongy spot inside your cunt that always managed to drive you over the cliff.

“You must be thirsty,” he commented, looking down at you. “From all that moaning and back talking.” You nodded in response. Your throat was definitely dry.

“Open your mouth,” he commanded.

Not wanting to be told twice, you obeyed him, opening your mouth. Without word or warning, Minho spit into your mouth, using his thumb to push your chin up, closing your mouth.

“Swallow it.”

You obliged, swallowing his spit. “God,” he groaned, hips stuttering for a moment. “You really just do whatever I tell you, don’t you?”

It was enough to push you over the edge, your walls convulsed around your boyfriend's cock as you came, moaning his name and back arching off the bed.

Minho wasn’t far behind, groaning and gasping as his hips stilled, cock buried balls deep as he came inside you, painting your cunt with his hot load. A few more thrusts for good measure and your boyfriend finally pulled out of you, rolling off the bed and disappearing into the bathroom.

You tried to regain control of your breathing as you heard the water running in the other room. A couple minutes later and Minho returned, carefully helping you to your feet and guiding you to the bathroom.

He’d started the bath and helped you into the tub, holding your hands as you slowly lowered yourself into the running water. Once you were situated, Minho disappeared again for a moment, returning with clean towels and a washcloth.

He joined you in the bath tub, turning off the water and dipping the cloth into the hot water before bringing it up to your face and pressing it against your cheek.

The bath was nice. He always took exceptional care of you after a rough session and this time was no different.

“I’m really sorry, angel,” he murmured as he wiped your face gently with the cloth, making sure to get your cheeks, nose, forehead, and chin. Minho wasn't one to get too into his feelings but after sex, it always jumped out and he got a lot more affectionate than usual.

“It’s okay, babe,” you answered as he continued to carefully wipe your body. He shook his head, clicking his tongue. "No, honey, it's not." You smiled at him, taking his hand and kissing his knuckles.

"It is," you insisted. "We go over this every time, Minho. I want you to do this to me. I want you to hurt me."

He shook his head again. "You aren't supposed to hurt the ones you love," he answered, a slight break in his voice. "It only hurts for a little while," you murmured, pressing the back of his hand against your cheek. "But the pleasure overshadows the pain any day."

Minho turned his hand over in yours, cupping your cheek and caressing the skin with his thumb tenderly. "I'll make it up to you," he said softly. "People will think I'm abusive," he added, noticing the red mark on your cheek.

"No more slapping. I don't think I can keep doing it."

You nodded, turning your head to press a kiss to his palm. "Okay," you answered. "But spanking?" You asked, your voice hopeful. Minho nodded. "I can do that," he admitted.

"Sometimes you can be a real brat."

You laughed as Minho gently pulled you forward, turning your body and pressing your back against his chest as you both relaxed in the hot water. He pressed a few short kisses to your neck and shoulder.

“I love you,” he whispered in your ear. "So, so much."

You leaned back further, resting your head on his shoulder as your eyes shut, a soft sigh escaping your lips.

"I love you, too, baby."

[queer-ragnelle]

Tumblr's May Day Parade 2024!

Calling all Arthurian creators!

This May 2024 let's celebrate Arthurian Legend in all its bloody spring time glory with our unique creations and contributions to this ongoing tradition. Artforms of every variety welcome and encouraged. The May-themed prompts are...

May 1-5: Morbid Month of May {May King Mordred}

“Know that he will be born the first day of May in the kingdom of Logres.” —Post Vulgate

May 6-10: Queenly Month of May {May Queen Guinevere}

“Seeing it now, this crown of swords...Guinevere is the only one who knew where it was.” —Alliterative Morte

May 11-16: Lusty Month of May {Free Space/Flower Festival}

“Tra la! It's May! The lusty month of May! That lovely month when ev'ryone goes Blissfully astray.” —Camelot Musical

May 17-21: Grumpy Month of Kay {Seneschal Celebration}

“Sir Kay, the Seneschal. Is that your name?...Now wit ye well that ye are named the shamefullest knight of your tongue that now is living.” —Le Morte d'Arthur

May 22-26: May le Fay {The Anti-Queen Morgan}

“Now come forward and see a king's daughter wield a sword.” —Post Vulgate

May 27-31: May Day Melee {Violence is Romance Enacted in Blood}

“A melee quickly ensued in which a large number of knights took part; spearheads and broken shafts soon covered the ground.” —The Crown

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Rules: Each prompt allows 5 days except for free/flowers which is 6 days. All mediums accepted: Illustrations, paintings, writing, music, videos, gifsets, webweaves etc. No AI generated content.

Remember to tag #May Day Parade and @queer-ragnelle so I can reblog your creations! If you have any questions feel free to ask. :^) Good luck!

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Fay Chong

 Fay Chong ''January 26'' (Trees) 1969 Watercolor

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⚜ Le Cabinet Noir | Episode III, N°7 | Francesim, Paris, 26 Thermidor An 230

Imperial Prince Henri meets his father, Louis Simparte, incognito. They lost touch over 20 years ago, long before Francesim's empire was established. Henri hopes to reach an amicable agreement with his father, so that he no longer makes waves in French magazines and debates. As their exchange progresses, Henri wonders whether the old man has not been sent by the United Nations to assess whether there are human rights violations in Francesim, as part of a commission of inquiry. However, Louis Simparte did not reveal his intentions to his son, and tried to renew his relationship with him after the death of Charles (Napoleon IV, Henri's older brother).

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⚜ Traduction française

Le prince impérial Henri rencontre incognito son père, Louis Simparte. Ils se sont perdus de vue il y a plus de 20 ans, bien avant l'établissement de l'empire de Francesim. Henri espère pouvoir trouver un accord à l'amiable avec son père, afin que ce dernier ne crée plus de vagues dans les magazines et les débats français. Au fur et à mesure de leur échange, Henri se demande si le vieil homme n'est pas envoyé par les Nations Unies pour, dans le cadre d'une commission d'enquête, estimer s'il y a des violations des Droits de l'Homme en Francesim. Cependant, Louis Simparte ne révèle pas ses intentions à son fils, et essayer de renouer avec lui après la mort de Charles (Napoléon IV, le grand frère d'Henri).

(Louis) Je ne pensais pas te revoir un jour.

(Henri) Moi non plus, pour te dire la vérité. Je ne fais pas ça pour réchauffer ton vieux cœur.

(Louis) Tu dis cela mais malgré tout, tu es venu à ma rencontre.

(Henri) C'est toi qui est venu à notre rencontre, en mettant les pieds à Paris. Qu'est-ce qu'il y a ? Tu es à court d'argent ?

(Louis) Si je courais après l'argent, je n'aurais pas voulu être déshérité. (Henri) Que fais-tu là alors ?

(Louis) Je suis venu voir les dégâts que Charlie et toi avez fait (Henri) C'est pas vrai...

(Henri) On a fait plus que n'importe qui dans cette famille de malheur ! (Louis) C'est bien le problème

(Henri) ... Putain, tu as été envoyé par les Nations Unies, c'est ça ?

(Louis) Peut-être, peut-être pas. Je pense que nous pouvons toujours renouer le dialogue.

(Henri) C'est toi qui nous a abandonné, n'inverse pas les rôles. Je te conseille de faire profil bas ici, maintenant

(Louis) Henri, je n'ai pas peur de toi. Sinon je ne serais pas revenu. Je suis désolé pour Charles et pour ta mère, sincèrement. J'ai le sentiment que je dois vous protéger désormais. J'espère pouvoir compter sur toi Henri, je sais que tu es différent de Charles.

[copics-and-renegades]

Whumptober 2022 Day 26: Rope Burns

Just utter misery.

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Don't know when and why in the sketching phase I felt the need to have him throw up, but then I thought it was fitting for repeatedly getting strangulated and so I stuck with it. It's nasty. ;_; But really, he's feeling pretty disgusting right now and so I guess it adds to how absolutely MISERABLE the poor man is.

My life became infinitely easier when I realized I didn't have to try and find THE perfect photo reference for any given knot - I could just make it myself in miniature and then draw it from whatever angle I wanted. I DON'T KNOW HOW I DIDN'T THINK OF THIS EARLIER!!! D: Although the knot design itself - it's just a cuff with a chain stitch for Aesthetics - obviously ISN'T my own ingenious invention. Just as a disclamer. *lol*

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Round 3 Polls:

(Projected length: 8 days)

Day 1:

1. Bruce Wayne vs. Pascal

2. The Doctor vs. Daenerys Targaryen

3. Inspector Barnes vs. August

4. Cale Henituse vs. Simon Petrikov

Day 2:

5. Keishin Ukai vs. Yami Sukehiro

6. Gintoki Sakata vs. Maglor

7. Kim Dokja vs. Izumi Curtis

8. Roy Mustang vs. Rune Saint John

Day 3:

9. Shōta Aizawa vs. Guts

10. Jean Valjean vs. The Fix

11. Soundwave vs. Kanan Jarrus and Hera Syndulla

12. Agent Washington vs. Grace

Day 4:

13. David Wymack vs. Dadan

14. Bobby Nash vs. Korosensei

15. Wen Kexing and Zhou Zishu vs. Jack Starbright

16. Satoru Gojo vs. Xie Lian

Day 5:

17. Eda Clawthorne vs. Sakyo Furuichi

18. Herlock Sholmes vs. Dracule Mihawk

19. Artemy Burakh vs. Kazuma Kiryu

20. Master Wu vs. Izumi Tachibana

Day 6:

21. Optimus Prime vs. Sarah Jane Smith

22. Bell-Mere vs. Cap’n Craig Cuttlefish

23. Camilla Noceda vs. Professor Hershel Layton

24. Giovanni Potage vs. Miles Edgeworth

Day 7:

25. Phoenix Wright vs. Dalinar Kholin

26. King Dedede and Meta Knight vs. Jawbone O’Shaughnessey

27. Bruno Bucciarati vs. Abigail Pent and Magnus Quinn

28. Toriel vs. Pongo and Perdita

Day 8:

29. Whitebeard vs. Lance Strongbow

30. Roronoa Zoro vs. Jody Mills

31. Sojiro Sakura vs. Kurogane and Fai D’Flourite

32. Iroh vs. Splinter

[in-her-shadow-if]

In Her Shadow - An Arthurian Interactive Fiction (inspired by but very loosely based)

Tag List for Asks

Content Warning: This game will be rated 18+ for violence, mature language, death, optional sexual content, and possibly other things I haven't added yet. So, adults only.

You are the sibling of Guinevere. Yes, that one - the one married to King Arthur of Camelot. But you are not loved like your sister. While she has only ever been kind toward you (under false pretenses), the rest of your family and those at your family’s court have not. 

For you have only ever lived in her shadow… 

When your father disowns you and throws you out, your sister invites you to Camelot. But you soon realize that Camelot is not the sanctuary you believed, as war is brewing with the Saxons. 

What role will you play? A warrior, diplomat, or spy? Or, perhaps, you only want to survive. 

While in Camelot, you’ll have the opportunity to build relationships with various characters and decide how the war plays out.

Demo: TBD - probably not for a while! or it will be quite short at first. This is just a little side project and I don't want it to affect my other project.

Features:

Play as male, female, or non-binary;

Choose appearance, pronouns, and your personal creed;

Choose the reason your father disowns you;

Build relationships with various characters (platonic, romantic, familial). Or break relationships.

Decide whether you want to be a warrior, diplomat, or spy. Whether you care about your duties or only appear to care will be up to you.

The following characters can be romanced, befriended, or ???

Arthur Pendragon - The King

27 years old | he/him | male 

Arthur is your sister’s husband and the King of Camelot. He’s intelligent and protective of those he cares for. But he’s wary of most and getting close to him is not easy. He has to make some tough decisions. Will you encourage brutality to protect Camelot or insist there’s another way?

Lancelot du Lac - The Revered Knight

29 years old | he/him | male

Lancelot is a revered Knight of the Round Table and a dear friend to Arthur. He is fiercely loyal to Arthur and Camelot. This one has a temper and is ready and willing to drive his sword into those who would stand in Arthur’s way.

Merlin Emrys - The Court Enchanter

30 years old | xe/xem | non-binary

Merlin is the court enchanter. Sometimes a mentor to Morgana, other times their rival. Depends on the day. Xe prefers studying the arcane as opposed to dinner parties and dances.

Kay Ectorius - The Saxon Knight

24 years old | she/her | female

Kay is a friend to Arthur and a Knight of the round table. Although born a Saxon, she has long severed ties to her old life and considers Camelot and its court her home. She looks up to Lancelot and hopes to prove her abilities and dedication in a similar fashion.

Morgana le Fay - The Enchantress

23 years old | she/they | female

Morgana is Arthur’s half-sister and also the lover of Queen Guinevere, your sister. They are a powerful enchantress focused on keeping Camelot and those they care for safe.

Guinevere - The Queen 

26 years old | she/her | female

Guinevere is your sister and is married to Arthur. Although she views Arthur as a friend, and he views her the same way, their marriage is nothing more than that. She is only attracted to women and her lover is Morgana. Unless you decide to change that…

Bran Leodegrance - Your Father and King of Cameliard

Bran is your father, but he’s always kept you at an arm's length. Growing up, you watched as he showered your sister in affection and care, while you were pushed to the side. Perhaps it’s because your mother died giving birth to you. You’re not sure because he’s only ever spoken to you or acknowledged you when absolutely necessary.

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La storia della Musica

Ricordando Lucio Dalla ❤️

Lucio Dalla muore improvvisamente, stroncato da un infarto, il 1º marzo 2012, tre giorni prima del suo 69º compleanno, presso l'Hotel Plaza di Montreux, cittadina svizzera sede di uno dei festival musicali più importanti al mondo, il Montreux Jazz Festival, dove si era appena esibito la sera precedente. È il suo compagno Marco Alemanno a scoprire per primo il decesso, pochi minuti dopo. I primi a dare la notizia della morte del cantante sono i frati della basilica di San Francesco d'Assisi, la stessa mattina del 1º marzo, su Twitter, esattamente alle 12:10, 23 minuti prima dei lanci d'agenzia.

A due anni di distanza dalla morte del cantante, il 26 febbraio 2014, viene costituita la "Fondazione Lucio Dalla", con relativa ufficializzazione a partire dal giorno 4 marzo 2014. La fondazione avrà sede nella sua casa di via D'Azeglio a Bologna e avrà come obiettivo principale quello di valorizzare l'esperienza e il patrimonio culturale dell'artista.

Trascorsi 10 anni, la città di Sorrento gli dedica un murale.

Il 30 settembre 2022 viene pubblicato Stella di mare, singolo inedito di Cesare Cremonini e Lucio Dalla.

Ti ho guardata e per il momento

Non esistono due occhi come i tuoi

Così neri, così soli che

Se mi guardi ancora e non li muovi

Diventan belli anche i miei

E si capisce da come ridi che

Fai finta e che non capisci, non vuoi guai

Ma ti giuro che per quella bocca che

Se ti guardo diventa rossa

Morirei

Ma chissà se lo sai?

Ma chissà se lo sai?

Forse tu non lo sai

No, tu non lo sai.

Poi parliamo delle distanze, del cielo,

E di dove va a dormire la luna quando esce il sole

E di come era la terra prima che ci fosse l'amore

E sotto quale stella, tra mille anni

Se ci sarà una stella, ci si potrà abbracciare?

E poi la notte col suo silenzio regolare

Quel silenzio che a volte sembra la morte

Mi dà il coraggio di parlare

E di dirti tranquillamente,

Di dirtelo finalmente

Che ti amo

E che di amarti non smetterò mai

Così adesso lo sai

Così adesso lo sai

Così adesso lo sai

(Brano di Lucio Dalla - Chissà se lo sai)