#tristan rys

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An additional point on naming: I called him Drystan because I thought Rys (Riss) was a really cute nickname, and one you can get from a few Welsh boy's names.

How many times do you think he gets called Rys? Because I have 22 episodes planned out and right now it's zero

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tristan thorn's chest hair mmm gnom gnom

[hpowellsmith]

Happy Fathers' Day to the various fictional dads I've created over the years: Mateo and Alejandro del Quiros, Walter Trevelyan, King Georges (RIP), Lord Beaumont (RIP), Rys's redacted dads, Caspar and Ferdinand Kraemer, Roland Frasada, Mr Marechal...

And Raimund and Tristan Garnett (begrudgingly)

And not at all to Lorenz de Luca, Mr Delacroix, Mr Hartmann, or Mr CremePC because they do not deserve it

But most of all to the male variety of Fiore Roldan, who's the dad I've written about the most and whom I've become very fond of indeed since coming up with the idea of Honor Bound fifteen months ago, and who doesn't deserve all the absolute misery I'm currently putting him through.

[tessa-liam]

Get to know each other Choices Ask Game Time!! What are your TOP 10 Choices books? What are your TOP 10 Choices LIs?

Thank you for the ask @harleybeaumont

Top 10 books

1. TRR series

2. TRH series

3. TRF/TRHoliday

4. Open Heart series

5. Desire & Decorum series

6. Nanny Affairs series

7. Bloodhound series

8. Laws of Attraction series

9. Foreign Affairs

10. Crimes of Passion

Top 10 LI's

1. Liam Rys

2. Ethan Ramsey

3. Ernest Sinclair

4. Sam Dalton

5. Gabe Ricci

6. Tatum Mendoza

7. Adrian Raines

8. Simon Montjoy

9. Tristan Thorne

10. Prince Kieran

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Dark Pleasure.

A/N: This AU is between my two all time favorite books Bloodbound and The Royal Romance! It is the crossover to end all crossovers.

A/N 2: Tristan Rys is a ruthless drug lord. Latisha Tucker is a reporter for The Washington Post. What could possibly go wrong when she falls into his dangerous world?

A/N 3: This fanfic will be dark! And sexy! And violent! And delicious! And will quickly become your guilty pleasure.

Rated: Mature. | Contains sexual content and strong language. (You know? The usual from me. 😁) | Bolded and/or italicized words are conversations and thoughts of the characters. | Main Characters: Tristan Rys (LI) and Latisha Tucker (MC) x Adrian Raines and Tiana Reynolds-Raines | All Characters and names: (except MC and original characters created by me) are property of Pixelberry.

Current Word Count: 3.550 words. (more or less. I stop counting after editing and re-editing. 🤷🏾‍♀️)

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TW: drug use, violence, murder, mentions of torture, prostitution.

This series is rated Mature. It is NOT reading material that is safe for those under 18. Reader discretion is STRONGLY advised!

Chapter 10.) In A New York Minute.

Tisha stood still as she gawked at the private plane in front of her. She still couldn’t believe that she was going to dinner in New York City of all places. But according to the text message she got from Tristan that's exactly where she was headed. Until she heard a certain someone over her shoulder.

“Impressive isn't she?”

Tisha turned around to see Tristan's signature smirk.

“She's great. Her owner on the hand…the jury is still out on him.”

“Hardy har har.”

Tisha snickered.

“So Ms. Tucker, are you ready for what promises to be a fabulous evening?”

“…I guess.”

“Don't be so glum! I promise I don't bite!…unless you’re into that.”, he said as he wagged his eyebrows and smirked.

“You're gonna be like this the whole time aren't you?”

“Every single solitary second.”

Tisha rolled her eyes then groaned.

“Now shall we? I'm sure our food is getting cold.”

Tisha shrugged before turning towards the plane and boarding with Tristan. She was impressed with his jet but didn't want to admit it to him.

“You look like a VERY impressed woman.”

Tisha rolled her eyes as she took her seat.

“Champagne? Wine? Sparkling water? Or straight liquor?”

“Vodka and Sprite is fine.”

“One Vodka and Sprite coming up!”

Tristan deftly poured then handed Tisha her drink.

“Cheers Mr. Rys.”

“Salud Ms. Tucker.”

The flight took less than 90 minutes. And when they landed at LaGuardia, they were whisked to the high rise where their dinner would take place. On their way up to the condo, there was an awkward silence between them.

“So…”

“Yes?”

“Is it always going to be this awkward between us?”

“I'm not used to having dinner in a New York high rise.”

Tristan cocked his head to the side as he took her in.

“Let's just say I like to keep you guessing.”

“Uh-huh.”

“As I said, I don't bite.”

Tisha cocked an eyebrow at him.

“Unless I ask you for it right?”

Tristan smirked before he stopped the elevator.

“What are you doing?”

“Shut up and hold still!”

Before she could say anything more, his lips were on hers. He kissed her into a stunned silence. The moment between them was powerful, sensual, and had her floating. When the kiss ended she felt drunk.

“What was that?”

“A preview of what's in store for you.”

“What kinda things?”

He smirked as he ran his thumb across her bottom lip.

“You'll find out soon enough.”

“There’s not gonna be a dinner, will there?”

“Of course there will be. I'm positively famished. The continuation of that kiss will be tabled until after dessert. Say over drinks on the terrace?”

“There's a terrace?”

“And a pool, as well as 4 bedrooms, 4 full and 3 half bathrooms, a chef's kitchen, an open floor plan, a master closet that will make your panties drop, and the piece de resistance: the greatest nighttime view of one Lady Liberty.”

“Liar!”

Tristan raised his eyebrow.

“Is that a challenge Ms. Tucker?”

Tisha shrugged.

“Maybe.”

“You are full of surprises aren't you?”

“If ‘two can play that game’ was a person it’d be me.”

“I'm beginning to think that you’re right Ms. Tucker.”

Tristan stepped back and started the elevator again. As they ascended to the penthouse, he never took his eyes off of her. She was breathtaking in her dress and after tonight she would be his new favorite plaything.

As they stepped off the elevator, Tisha’s jaw dropped. Tristan was right.

“Told you.” he whispered in her ear.

Tristan gave her a tour of the inside and introduced her to the private chef for the evening.

“Okay! Okay! I'm impressed! Now can we eat? I'm starving!”

“Of course my dear.”

Tristan snapped his fingers and had the chef present them with a lavish 5-course meal in the main dining area. Tisha couldn't get enough of the food. Everything was perfect.

“Oh! My! God! That was excellent! I loved every morsel.”

“Wonderful! I'm so glad you loved it. Now I do believe that I promised drinks on the terrace?”

“All of the yes!”

Tristan stood up and offered her his arm. They walked out onto the terrace and Tisha’s breath hitched. She couldn't believe how beautiful the terrace was. And as promised she got a great view of Lady Liberty herself. Tristan took pleasure in her being so awestruck.

“Did I deliver or did I deliver?”

“You are so damn smug.”

“Part of the charm, love.”

Tisha rolled her eyes at him and continued to take in the view. He watched as the wind blew through her hair. She was beautiful and delicious and the more he looked at her the hungrier he got.

“So how have I done so far?”

She turned from the view to him.

“As much as it pains me to admit it…you've done well so far.”

“You wound me!”

“Someone has to help you bring your head outta your ass. And well, I'm happy to make that noble sacrifice.”

“I will throw you off this terrace…”

Tisha smirked.

“And miss what I may or may not be wearing underneath this dress?”

Tristan huffed.

“Damn! You’re good.”

“Admission is the first step to recovery.”

Tristan rolled his eyes before pouring them both a glass of bourbon.

“Truce?”

Tisha accepted a drink with a smirk.

“That smirk is both annoying and adorable.”

“Any time I do something that annoys you, an angel gets its wings.”

“You're going to be like this all night, aren't you?”

Tisha shrugged innocently.

“What you see is what you get.”

“For the record: I did NOT ask for this!”

Tisha winked at him as he poured them another drink.

“So I believe that I promised to answer questions from you.”

“That you did Mr. Rys.”

“Very well then. Ask and you shall receive.”

“On the record?”

“No!”

Tisha huffed as she rolled her eyes.

“Fine.”

She took a thoughtful sip of her drink.

“How did you get into dealing cocaine?”

Tristan let out a low whistle.

“You don't pull punches do you?”

“Answer the question.”

“I'm in the hospitality industry. If my clientele demands it then I have to supply it. It started small, a few rich pricks here and there looking for a high, but then I realized that there's a lot of money to be made in dealing. So I got in with a small cartel in Bogota. We had small labs all over Venezuela. But it wasn't until we opened up in Brazil that I hit pay dirt.”

“And you've been a kingpin ever since?”

Tristan smirked.

“Everyone has an addiction, sweetheart. Mine is power, control, and money.”

“And sex and women and fast cars and–”

“Alright! I get it! I'm a pig! Ya happy now?”

“Slightly.”

Tristan rolled his eyes and poured another drink.

“What else do you want to know?”

“Why are you really in D.C.?”

“Geez, you’re nosy as hell.”

“Job remember?”

“D.C. is a hub of power. Much like here in New York. I want that power. I want to control the streets and the product that is sold on them. I want to have very powerful people owing me favors for the rest of their lives.”

“So you’re an egomaniac?”

“I prefer the term businessman, thank you.”

“Where does Adrian Raines fit in?”

“What better way to control D.C. than to control the presidency?”

“Is that why you’re funding his reelection campaign?”

“Part of it, yes. The other reason is Tiana. That woman is the single most powerful being in any universe. Think of what she can do to the world with just a thought. Let alone the snap of her fingers.”

“Adrian told me that she's scary and powerful.”

“Oh yeah! And some of the best sex in the world.”

“Don't think I needed to know that but okay.”

“You want to know everything about me don’t you, Ms. Tucker?”

“Maybe some of your skeletons can stay buried in your closet.”

“How gracious of you my dear.”

“Can I ask you a personal question?”

“Go for it.”

“What happened to your mother?”

Tristan froze and the grip on his glass tightened.

“Why do you care?” he asked in a flat voice.

“Call me curious.”

“You know curiosity killed the cat right?”

“Well, call me Tom. As long as you answer the question, Jerry.”

Tristan downed his drink in one gulp before pouring another.

“She was killed by an old competitor of mine.”

“What happened Tristan?”

Tisha watched a muscle in his jaw work.

“She was coming home from her favorite outdoor market when she was approached by two men. They grabbed her and dragged her inside where they killed her.”

“Where were you?”

“Passed out in my bed with two women that they sent to distract me.”

“Is it true that you’re the one who found her?”

Tristan went quiet.

“Yes. When she didn't answer my call, I went to check on her. That's when I found her. She was lying face down in a pool of her own blood.”

“Oh my God! I'm so sorry.”

“When I found out who was responsible I made it my mission to end their existence.”

“Why didn't you let the authorities handle her murder investigation?”

“Because if anyone was going to do my mother justice it was going to be me and me alone. That's why!”

Tisha picked up on the agitation in his tone. But she couldn't tell if it was because he was getting drunk or if he was genuinely getting upset.

“I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you.”

Tristan scoffed as he drank again. Tisha took that as a cue to back off for now. She finished her drink before setting the glass down and walking over to the edge of the pool.

Tristan watched as she slipped off her heels and sat down before sticking her feet in the water.

“This penthouse is incredible. I wish I could live here.”

“Sweetheart, I've seen the apartment building you live in now. I can assure you that you could never afford the rent or utilities on a place like this every month.”

Tisha scoffed.

“Ouch! Thanks for calling me broke by the way.”

“You're welcome.”

Tisha looked out at the skyline

“What do you see Ms. Tucker?”

“Opportunity. New York is a beautiful city. Especially at night.”

“That it is. That's why it's one of my favorite places in the world.”

When Tisha looked up Tristan was standing over her.

“Creepy much?”

“Sorry.”

When he looked down at her, he noticed the bite marks on her neck.

“What’s that?”

“What’s what?”

“On your neck.”

“You mean the bite marks?”

“That bastard…” Tristan sneered.

“What?”

“How did he get to you?”

“Why?”

“Just answer the fucking question.”

“He came to see me before I met with you.”

“And you let him feed off you?”

Tisha simply shrugged.

“You jealous?”

Tristan scoffed.

“Hardly.”

“Then why do you care?”

“Call me curious.”

Tisha raised an eyebrow at him.

“What did you just say about the cat and curiosity?”

Tristan rolled his eyes before standing up Tisha joined him.

“I'm getting another drink. You want one?”

“Sure.”

He walked over to the bar and poured them a drink.

“Thanks.”

“Salud.”

“I'm surprised that you’re still standing.”

“I'm not a lightweight.”

“No, you're just jealous.”

“You must be deaf. I told you I'm not jealous.”

“I can't tell. You seemed pretty upset that Adrian came to see me earlier.”

“How did he get your address?”

“His wife told him. And it doesn't take a rocket scientist to know how she got it.”

“What did you two talk about?”

“You, Tiana, him and the fact that my best friend are sleeping together.”

“He's banging your best friend?”

“For months according to both of them.”

“Who isn't he sleeping with?”

“Pot meet kettle.”

“Touché.”

“But that was all we discussed. He said something about getting me an interview with Tiana.”

“Interesting.”

“More like terrifying.”

“She's not so bad.”

“You're sleeping with her. Of course, you'd say that.”

“I wasn’t saying that because we’ve slept together. She's not this raging monster that the world wants you to believe she is Ms. Tucker. She does have emotions and feelings you know.”

“You sound like a Tiana Raines fanboy.”

“Says the Adrian Raines fangirl.”

“I am not a fangirl.”

“Yes, you are. It's in your eyes.”

“Whatever.”

Tisha rolled her eyes and went to walk past Tristan. That's when he pushed her into the pool. When she reached the surface she glared at him.

“WHAT THE FUCK?!”

Tristan smirked.

“You said you liked the water.”

“You asshole!”

Tristan snickered.

“You ruined my hair and my dress!”

“It's an improvement if you ask me. It just means you'll be out of those clothes sooner.”

Tisha wanted to murder him.

“GET ME OUT OF THIS POOL!”

Tristan rolled his eyes.

“Fine. Fine.”

When he went to offer her a hand she pulled him in with her. When he surfaced and faced her she was cackling.

“That's what you get!”

He flashed an evil grin.

“Ohhh…you're a dead woman.”

“Prove it asshole!”

She took off in a swim with him behind her. She was just about to the other end when he grabbed her ankle and pulled her underwater. They wrestled until they had to resurface for air. And when they did both were breathless.

“You don't play fair.”

“I'm done playing.”

“Scary.”

“Get out of my pool and those clothes.”

Tristan had a look in his eyes that both terrified her and turned her on. She climbed out of the pool and soon had her wet clothes deposited in a wet squishy pile on a lounge chair. He arched an expectant eyebrow at her. Causing her to roll her eyes and twirl slowly for him.

“Better?”

“Much. Now, why don't we skip the pleasantries and get down to why you’re here?”

“I'm only here for dinner and an interview.”

“Wrong answer.”

That's when Tristan grabbed the back of her neck and brought her lips to his. The kiss was hot, heavy, and intense.

“Why are you here Ms. Tucker?”

“Because of your massive fucking ego.”

“You're half right.”

“And well…let's say you've piqued my interest.”

“Have I now?”

“Hey. If you can't beat’em join’em.”

Tristan shook his head.

“Americans…buncha cowboys.”

“You love us.”

“Nah. I just love fucking you. That's all.”

“But you haven't.”

“Not yet.”

The wind blew causing Tisha to shiver.

“Cold Ms. Tucker?”

“A little bit.”

“Why don't we take this inside? The master bedroom is right there.” he said as he pointed to a pair of French doors. Who was she to argue?

Tisha wanted him in the worst way possible. She was hungry for his dick and the same could be said for Tristan.

He grabbed her hand and led her into the bedroom. Once inside the bedroom, he grabbed her and threw her on the King Sized Bed. It didn't take long for him to remove his clothes under her watchful eye. Before she had a chance to react to seeing him naked, he was on top pinning her to the mattress.

“Hello, beautiful.”

“Hello, yourself.”

“Shall we indulge?”

Tisha wanted to get an exclusive with him and she was about to get it.

Tristan stood at the edge of the bed and marveled at the woman laying before him. This was about to be so worth it.

“You never did answer my question, Ms. Tucker.”

“How rude of me! Sure, let's indulge.”

He placed her legs on his shoulders and began to kiss her calves. He continued to do this for several minutes. Slowly he moved upward to her thighs doing the same to them as he did her calves. Her wetness and anticipation were building. She wanted his mouth but he had other ideas first. He wanted her orgasm to be huge so he just took his time.

The closer he got to her core the more shallow her breathing became. He licked his lips right before he dived right in.

She arched her back and grabbed the sheets beneath her when he took her clit into his mouth. He licked and sucked on her clit like his life depended on it. Doing so made her squirm in pleasure.

"Yes! More! Give it to me!" she moaned.

He was happy to acquiesce her request. He drove his tongue inside her causing her to nearly jump off the bed. She grabbed his head and smothered his face to keep him in place. This went on for what seemed like forever to her. And just as she was about to hit her peak he stopped.

“What the fuck are you doing?!"

“Patience young grasshopper. Patience.”

At that point he flipped her over onto her stomach and went back to feasting on her. It felt so good. He made sure to alternate between his tongue and the fingers of his right hand. He took his left hand and pulled her head back. This was driving her insane. She was about to lose it and he knew it. But that's not what he wanted, at least not yet. He wanted to torture her as much as possible. And when he stopped again, she wanted to kill him.

“No! No! No!”

Tristan rolled his eyes before slapping her ass.

“Calm down! And don't move.”

Tisha groaned impatiently but didn't move. Soon she heard the small rip of foil and felt his chest against her back as the mattress dipped slightly. She knew then he had returned and fun would begin.

“Good girl. Nice to see that you can take direction. Now, what do you say we finish this?”

“You talk too damn much!”

“I like to hear my own voice.”

“Ugh!”

“Now face down and ass up.”

He kissed the back of her left shoulder before he mounted her.

“I am going to thoroughly enjoy this…”

He lined himself up perfectly with her entrance then easily slid inside her. She was warm, she was inviting, she was tight, she was about to be his. The room was soon filled with their combined moans and groans. He started out slowly, so she would have a chance to get used to him being inside her. But soon he found it be too slow and annoying.

With his right hand flat against the small of her back and his left hand on her corresponding hip, he had her pinned. He rammed into her relentlessly. He would pull out then slam back in.

"Yes! Yes! Yes! Fuck me!" she screamed as his took her.

The fingers of his left hand dug into the skin of her hip and his right hand tangled in her hair as he began to plunge himself deep into her. He watched her as she dug her nails into the sheets.

“Yes! Yes! Yes! Give it to me!”

“That's it, baby girl! Tell you that want it!”

Tisha was in heaven. He felt amazing. And the deeper he went the better it felt. He was hitting her G-spot with every stroke. The sex was powerful, it was intense, and it was satisfying to them both.

“Don't! Stop! Give! It! To! Me!”

He heard her and fucked her harder and harder. The sounds of their bodies coming together drowned out their moans. He was getting closer to his breaking point. So he brought her to her knees so that her back was flush with his chest.

“Is this what you wanted love?”

“Yes…”

“Do you want to cum?”

“Yes!”

“Good. Only one way to make you do that.”

He rolled over onto his back waiting for her to ride him. She climbed on top of him and bounced up and down. He had a firm grip on her ass while she rode him. She soon reached her peak and couldn't back.

"Oh shit! I'm gonna cum! Oh fuck! Its coming! Yes! Yes! Yes! I–” she screamed as her orgasn took over and she exploded all over him.

That was all he needed to hear.

"Cum for me baby girl! Here it comes! And it's all for you!” he shouted before he brought her down on him one last time. He shuddered as he held her close and released into the condom.

Both were spent and soon drifted off to sleep.

The next morning Tristan found himself looking at Tisha’s sleeping form. He almost didn’t want to wake her up. He gently roused her from some of the deepest sleep she'd gotten in years.

“Wakey! Wakey!”

She groaned sleepily.

“Come on sleeping beauty! Time to see the sunshine!”

“Whaaaaat?!”

Tisha slowly opened her eyes.

“There we go! There's that pretty face with those gorgeous eyes!”

“What time is it?”

“Well, it's Sunday morning. And it's not quite 8:45 am.”

Tisha groaned before rolling back over.

“Oh no, you don't! You’re getting the fuck outta my bed!”

“You don't even own this penthouse!”

“I do until midnight tonight. Besides, you have to get dressed. Your car will be here soon.”

Tisha sat up and glared at him.

“Where am I going?”

“Raines Corp. You have a one-on-one interview with Tiana.”

“Today?”

“I didn't stutter and you aren't deaf. Tiana is waiting so get dressed babe. You got 30 minutes.”

[choicesficwriterscreations]

In a New York Minute (Chapter 10 of Dark Pleasures)

Crossover The Royal Romance x Bloodbound

Work is M; except is T

Sunday Six #1

[moodmusicmonday]

Another lovely list of beautiful music! Thank you so much, writers, for sharing! These songs definitely prepare us and get us in the mood for YOUR fics! To our readers: thank you so, so much for listening and sharing! Also, thank you for putting up with all of the tags this week, but we hope you have enjoyed all of the music for MMM and for our Valentine's Day event Music of my Heart (Check out that playlist HERE!) !

Thanks for ALL of the sweet support! Until next Monday...

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@ao719

“I Guess I’m in Love” - Clinton Kane; Hopeless Hearts, Chapter 22: I Found the One I Love [TRR; Liam Rys x f!OC (Aria)]

@aussiegurl1234

“Long Tailed Winter Bird” - Paul McCartney, Idris Elba; Golden Boy, Derby [TRR; Drake Walker x f!OC (Lily Starke)]

@erenphoria

“Mystery of Love” - Sufjan Stevens; Nevertheless, new series (TRR; Liam Rys x nb!MC)

@kat-tia801

“Who We Are” - Tristan Prettyman (title inspo); Written in the Stars, new series (TRR; Drake Walker x f!OC)

“Banks” - NEEDTOBREATHE; When the Darkness Closes In, one-shot Sacred Moments request [TRR; Liam Rys x f!OC (Callie Rys)]

@queenrileyrose

“Come On Get Higher” - Matt Nathanson; Irreplaceable, Chapter 14: Make You Believe [TRR AU; Leo Rys x MC (Riley Brooks)]

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[anya-snow]

I. BASIC

FULL NAME: Yuan Anya (Born Anya Snow) NICKNAME(S): Snow DATE OF BIRTH: December 16th, 114 AC (Twenty-six years old) HOMELAND: The North (YiTish heritage) OCCUPATION: Blacksmith RELIGION: Old Gods of the Forest GENDER IDENTITY: Cisgender female SEXUAL & ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: Heterosexual & Heteroromantic MARITAL STATUS: Unmarried

II. APPEARANCE

FACE CLAIM: Jessie Mei Li HEIGHT: 5’ 3’’ (1.60) BUILD: Slim, athletic HAIR COLOR: Black EYE COLOR: Dark brown DOMINANT HAND: Right SCARS: She has a few cuts that scarred on her hands from when she was learning the trade of blacksmith. Other than that, she has no big scars of note.

III. BACKGROUND

HOMETOWN: Winter Town, The North CURRENT RESIDENCE: Winter Town, The North (Temporarily located at the Eyrie) SOCIAL/FINANCIAL STATUS: Lowborn, bastard (legitimized by her YiTish family), working-class EDUCATION LEVEL: She was taught by her father in the craft of blacksmith, and she was taught to read and write by Myrna, a healer and friend of Anya’s late mother. She is currently studying the YiTish language with the help of her uncle who has sent her books and translations in his letters to her.

IV. RELATIONSHIPS

FATHER: Alden Snow (legitimized Yuan Alden) MOTHER: Gilliane Locke (deceased) SIBLINGS: None FAMILY: Yuan Ereq (grandfather, deceased) Yuan Jinhai (uncle), Mei Dondarrion/Yuan Mei (cousin) PET(S): None OTHERS: Formerly involved with Lord Brandon Karstark. Currently involved with Lord Tristan Hunter.

V. PERSONALITY

MYERS-BRIGGS: ISTP ENNEATYPE: Type 8, The Challenger MORAL ALIGNMENT: Chaotic Good TEMPERAMENT: Phlegmatic HOGWARTS HOUSE: Slytherin ELEMENT: Fire SIN: Pride VIRTUE: Diligence QUALITIES: Independent, Adaptable, Curious, Inventive, Perceptive/Observant & Clever FLAWS: Callous, Detached, Proud, Stubborn, Cynical & Resentful SPOKEN LANGUAGES: The common tongue (English), she is learning to read and write YiTish characters (currently at a very basic/beginner level). FEAR(S): Never being someone’s priority/always being a second choice, unfulfilled potential, feeling weak/helpless, true loneliness.

VI. FAVORITES / AESTHETIC

COLORS: Black, indigo, olive green, ochre MUSIC: Daughter, RY X, James Newton Howard, Agnes Obel AUTHORS: Mary Oliver, Chanel Miller, Gabriel García Márquez, Yōko Ogawa MOVIES: “Arrival” (2016), “Howl’s Moving Castle” (2004), “The Disappearance of Eleanor Rigby / Them” (2014), “The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo″ (2011) SEASON: Winter BEVERAGE: Black tea with milk, Glühwein, beer, fresh orange juice FOOD: Pad Thai, gnocchi pomodoro, clam chowder, veggie soup ANIMALS: Owl, dog, hawk

[tcandtfappreciationweek]

TC&TF characters

Need a refresher on all the different characters across the 3 books for your content? See below for a quick refresher!

Who’s your favorite?

Main Character: Kenna Rys

Female LIs: Annelyse Adair, Val Greaves

Male LIs: Dominic Hunter, Raydan Lykel, Diavolos Nevrakis, Tevan Drammir

Side Characters: Will Jackson, Rowan Thorn, Gabriel Amarne, Adrianna Rys, Leon Stirling, Rose Blake, Lia, Aurynn Amanth, Adder of Lykos, Whitlock, Anton, Kailani Keawe, Noa Keawe, Anu Rhuka, Sei Rhuka, Rowan Thorn, Helene Leventis, Clover Hapley, Madeline, Margaret Blake, Tristan Blake

Pets/Animal Characters: the Hawk (Hawkie), the Bear, Mechataur, Mechawolf pup (Sparky), Baby Kraken (Bubbles), Phoenix

Side Pairings: Dominic x Rose, Dominic x Sei, Dominic x Jackson, Leon x Queen Adrianna Rys, Zenobia Nevrakis x Tevan, Raydan x Aurynn

Platonic/Family Pairings: Raydan x Adder, Rose x Tristan, Zenobia x Diavolos, Sei x Anton, Sei x Anu, Kailani x Noa, Whitlock x Hex, Kenna x Adrianna, Kenna x Leon, Kenna x Gabriel, Tevan x Aurynn, Azura x Lia, Raydan x Lia

Villains: Bartel Gremley, Marco Nevrakis, Severin Cale, Florian Tartassis, Zenobia Nevrakis, Luther Nevrakis, Hex, Empress Azura, Jorrin

[nicholejonesandfamily]

Teen! Monde: c'mon...talk to me..

Teen! Tristan: .....I-I'm.....s-s-sor-ry....

[dustedmagazine]

Population II — À La Ô Terre (Castleface)

Photo by Laurence Martin

À la Ô Terre by POPULATION II

Population II, from Quebec, spews a fiery, lucid psychedelia, floating eerie blues-haunted vocals over long drones of organ, then exploding into squalling guitar pyrotechnics. Their sound hews close to Amon Düül II or, more recently, Om, building tension into quiet ritual pulses and letting it out in screaming overload.

À La Ô Terre is the first album for Population II, and the band’s three members — Tristan Lacombe on guitar/organ, Pierre-Luc Gratton on vocals/drums & Sébastien Provençal on bass— seem not to have established much of a track record yet in other projects. That makes this very accomplished, engrossing debut all the more impressive. They jump right into this headfirst and come up swimming.

That’s true of the album, too, which starts in a very strong way with “Introspection,” a looming, foreboding, wide angle groove which arcs out over a foreboding bass line and chant-sung vocals into tumultuous free-for-all spates of guitar solo-ry. Gratton’s voice is surrounded by lots of echo, so that it seems to rattle around in large, high vaulted sonic space, a smoke-wispy, blues-rock-ish presence among wild frenzies of instrumental free for all. For “C’est Ne Réve,” Lacombe switches to organ, laying an eerie drone under Gratton’s whispery vocals. The cut is initially rather subdued, but it breaks out into squalling reeling bursts of keyboard and carpet bombing onslaughts of drums. There’s a big guitar solo at the end, and a saxophone solo, so the band ends in a swirl and a ferment of loud intoxicating sound.

The cuts alternate between subterranean menace and wigged out extremities of sound, and “Il Eut un Silence dans le Ciel” is perhaps the most consistently balls-out of these tracks. But even it pulls in its guns periodically in a precisely paced, ritual interval that shifts its weight from side to side like a very large person attempting to dance.

All of these songs were built out of improvisation, and threads of melody sometimes carry over from one track into the next. Still, while there’s definitely a wild energy, none of the tracks feel excessive or undisciplined. They push the boundaries of what a song is, as most long-form psych does, but they don’t entirely leave it behind.  

Jennifer Kelly

[writelovetomeempress]

Drabble Challenge: #88 "After everything... I'd still choose you." Puppyshipping.

OOOO this one was challenging. Not because I couldn't think of one, but I had TOO MANY! So I settled on this one, anon, and I hope you like it! Be warned! This zombie AU ficlet is... well it’s sad but I left it open ended so it’s not killer sad. I think...

“After everything... I’d still choose you.”

“Run!”

Leave it to Mutou to state the fucking obvious. Kaiba glanced over his shoulder, snarling, “What does it look like we’re fucking doing?” 

Yuugi glared back at him, running beside Joey a little behind everyone. “Where are we going?”

“Up ahead is the lab. The whole thing’s air locked and bullet proof. It’s got a back door that leads to the service tunnels under Kaiba corp.” Mokuba huffed, “We can get out that way.”

Joey made his usual hum of confusion, grating on his nerves, “Ain’t there gonna be dead scientists in there?”

“No, Joey. It’s the weekend. Who makes people work on the weekends? We’re not beasts.”

He ignored Joey’s muttering, listening instead to the growls and snarls catching up to them. What the hell was going on? Just a few hours ago the tournament carried on as usual, everything ran smoothly. At least, until some idiot ran through the crowd attacking people. His security did all they could, shooting him multiple times to take him down. By the time they’d resolved that problem, every single person that guy touched started a chain reaction spreading through the crowd resulting in a riot that no one could get a handle on. It happened so fast. He couldn’t get a single word in over the walkies while security, staff, and everyone on it tried talking at the same time, reporting what they were calling ‘zombies’ literally tearing people apart. He didn’t believe it. It was a little too late by the time he saw what was going on. Not just too late for everyone else, but too late for him and Mokuba. 

Insane, bloody… things that resembled people stormed the dueling stage, moving way too fast and animalistic to be human. He remembered grabbing Mokuba and running towards the service boardwalk along the back of the stadium stage. A few others had the same idea, not that he cared, all he cared about was Mokuba getting to the top and he did. He probably would’ve died right along with the poor idiot climbing up the scaffolding beside him if Joey didn’t grab him and pull him up. That moment still bothered him. He wasn’t the only one unable to get up fast enough, one of the other competitors was right next to him. Joey could’ve reached him just as quickly and easily, but because he didn’t, the… things pulled him down and…

He didn’t want to think about it. 

“Almost there! Keep going.”

“That door takes a while to shut,” Kaiba said to Mokuba, who looked over at him.

“No sweat. I got this!”

He started to ask him what he was talking about when he reached forward and grabbed Tea’s purse off her shoulder. “Hey!”

“You don’t need it,” Mokuba huffed and threw her cell phone at the red button on the wall. Alarms sounded and the airlock door and main door started to lower. “Better run faster!”

“Mokuba!”

“I timed it. It’ll be fine.”

Kaiba assessed their distance from the door as well. Yeah. They had just enough time. They kept running, the door getting closer and slowly closing as they ran. Mokuba weaved past Tristan and Tea into the room, pulling Tea along with him. Kaiba reached out and pushed down on Ryou’s shoulder, making him duck because, for some stupid reason, he wasn’t paying attention. He glanced back at Yuugi and Joey once he got through the second door and his breath caught in his throat. The door to one of the offices swung open; someone or something burst through, attacking Yuugi with a snarl. Mouth open. Teeth bared. 

“Yuugi!” Tea screamed trying to push past him, but he shoved her back into the room.

Joey pulled him off and shoved him back into the room, slamming the door shut and punching the keypad, locking it. That didn’t stop the slowly descending doors. Mokuba rushed over to the keypad, frantically pushing the buttons. “It’s not working! It won’t let me override the timer.”

“The override’s outside,” he breathed, watching Ryou kneel down and look through the lower part of the door waving for them. 

“Run. Come on! You can make it!”

Yuugi bolted for it, Joey right behind him, and slid under both doors. Joey did the same thing, but being bigger than Yuugi, he could only make it under the one. He ended up having to scramble back from the second door before his leg was crushed. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, except him and Mokuba. They shared a look of panic. How were they going to get him out? He raced over to the keypad, Mokuba stepping away. He typed in every code he could think of to override the timer, but his master passcode didn’t work either. A loud bang and snarl made them all look at the door, Joey pressed up against the second door watching as people from the tournament clawed, hit, kicked and anything else they could think of trying to get through that first door. Joey might as well be a piece of cheese at the end of a lab rat maze.

Mokuba reached over to the wall and turned on the intercom. “Can you hear me?”

“Yeah.” 

“It’s okay Joey,” Ryou rasped, “They can’t get through that.”

“Don’t be so sure,” Kaiba muttered, stomping over to the main computer.

He booted it up, hoping he could hack into security and open just the inner door. Yuugi sat knees pressed to the glass along with his palms, talking to Joey in a shaky voice. “Thank you.”

“Don’t do that Yuug’. Ya woulda done it for me.”

He got through most of his security, but kept hitting his own firewall. When he finally got through it, he looked up at the massive amount of people, smearing blood over the glass windows and door. He was pretty sure everything would hold, but it wasn’t meant to handle that kind of weight; that kind of assault. He looked back at the computer, listening to Ryou murmuring to Joey. “Don’t worry Joey. We’re not leaving you in there.”

“Ha! Thanks Ry, cause that’s what I’m worried about right now.”

Tristan paced behind them. “What’s going on? How did this happen?”

“I don’t know,” Tea said, “It’s crazy! Just… look at them.”

That was a terrible suggestion, but he’d entered the security for the room so he’d stopped paying attention. The timer for the door had both of them on the same open/close circuit, causing both of them to do the same thing. He just needed to switch it so the inner one could be opened without opening the outer one. If worse came to worse, they could wedge the door open. He had it set and started to send the command when the power flickered. It kicked him out of everything then the power went completely down. 

Several phones flashed, lighting up the room, all focused on the snarling maniacal faces on the other side of the glass, then quickly moved away. “Ya know this is actually better.”

“Come on Ryou. Help me find something to wedge the door up,” Tristan said, tapping his shoulder. 

Mokuba looked at him, he could see his profile in the light of the phones. “Wait.”

The last thing he wanted to happen was all of them panic at the same time. The only way to deal with this was to get them out of there before the figured it out. “Mokuba, lead all of them out through the service tunnel.”

“We’re not leaving Joey!” Tea shouted a little too loud.

Tristan wasn’t any better. “We know you hate him and all but isn’t this a little-”

“Go with Mokuba, guys,” Yuugi said, standing up, “Kaiba and I will get the door open.”

“We’re not leaving you either, Yuugi.”

“The doors open together, even if we get it up, that means they’ll be coming in just as fast as Joey’s trying to get out. We’ll have better chances if it’s just the three of us instead of all of us.”

They all fidgeted, trying to argue with him, then Joey leaned on the glass door. “Get outta here. Seriously, I’m gonna be pissed if I make it outta here just ta get killed tryin’ ta save your asses cause ya won’t leave.”

Tea attempted to laugh, but it sounded like a sob and she nodded. “Okay…”

“I’ll stay and help you get the door open,” Tristan said, but Joey shook his head. 

“They need ya ta make sure nothin’ happens like that thing gettin’ Yuug’. Go on, man. I’ll be fine.”

“You better be.”

“Please be careful. All of you,” Ryou murmured.

Yuugi nodded curtly and offered him a confident smile. “Don’t worry, Ryou.”

Mokuba was just as hesitant, but nodded as well. “Come on. It’s this way.”

Kaiba watched them walk towards the back. Mokuba lifted the hatch for the service tunnel and Tristan climbed down first. Tea and Ryou followed shortly after. Mokuba flashed him one final look of hesitation. He nodded to him, hoping he’d go without a word, and he climbed down too, leaving the door open for them. 

With them gone, Kaiba walked up to the door and examined the ceiling. This room was air tight. He couldn’t get up there without cutting into it and there wasn’t anything in this room to do that. Maybe if he hit it enough…

“So… ya got ridda them ta tell me I’m gonna die?”

“Something like that,” Kaiba muttered, looking around the room for a ladder.

Yuugi leaned on the glass door, palms still pressed on it. “We’re not going to let you die.”

“Come on, Yuug’. I ain’t dumb.”

“No, you’re not,” Yuugi murmured and turned towards the door pressing his forehead on it. “It doesn’t mean we can’t try.”

Kaiba stopped looking at them, seeing a ladder in the far corner of the lab. He walked over to it and grabbed it, dragging it to the door. He set it up on the side and climbed it, wondering where a good spot to start would be. A few hits to the ceiling to see where it was weak, where the studs were, he realized something was wrong with the ceiling. It felt like the whole fucking ceiling was a beam. Shit… Maybe if he had a saw… or a battering ram. “Fuck.”

“What do you need help with Kaiba?” Yuugi pushed away from the door and looked up at him.

What did he need help with? Ha! Nothing. There was nothing. “If you could turn the power back on, that would be great.”

Yuugi laughed and looked around the lab. “Are there any remote power sources in here?”

“You can look.” He hit just above the door, hoping there was a seam. Nope.

“Ironic ain’t it,” Joey chortled. “Ya made it too good.”

“This isn’t ‘too good’, this is a fire hazard.” He climbed down the ladder, still scowling at the point the wall above the door connected to the ceiling because there had to be something. “We happened to run into the one lab that was closed for remodeling.”

Joey laughed, deeply laughed, then ran a hand through his hair, hitting his forehead on the glass. “So what’s the plan?”

Kaiba pointed his phone light at the glass door behind Joey, watching it bow from the pressure on it. Even if they did get one of the doors up an inch the other would probably buckle under the weight. Everything he could think of doing to get to Joey would result in him dying. Every single one except the power suddenly turning back on, but even then, it would probably reset the system and both doors would open. He’d die.

“Got it.” He didn’t know what to do, watching Joey lean against the glass, shaking his head. “Can’t say I saw this comin’.”

Glancing past him toward the indistinguishable faces and hands, scraping and writhing against the glass, he felt… hopeless. He lowered his arm, the light from his phone no longer lighting up the nightmare behind the glass, just Joey. Yuugi clambered around the room, muttering under his breath things he couldn’t make out. It helped block out the sounds coming through the door, but didn’t help much else. Joey stared at him, lips pursed like he was debating on what to say. He shifted, standing up and shoving his hands in his pockets before leaning back on the glass, eyes locked with his. “Ya know… after everything… I'd still choose ya.”

Kaiba set his phone down on the desk beside the door, the light still only lit up Joey, giving shadows to the things on the other side of the glass. “That was stupid to begin with. You should’ve helped him, not me.” 

“Yeah, probably…” he laid his head against the glass, no longer looking at him. He wasn’t sure if he was looking at anything. “I just couldn’t let anythin’ happen ta ya,” he murmured softly, glancing up at him with a fond smirk, “asshole or not.” When he didn’t respond, Joey sighed and shifted his shoulder against the glass. “I know I ain’t gettin’ outta here. Ya got Yuug’ distracted real good though. Hopin’ the door breaks before he realizes it’s too late?”

“…Yes.”

Joey nodded and smiled. “I kinda am too.” He pushed off the glass and paced in the small antechamber, looking down at his shoes. “Though the universe fuckin’ hates me, so he’ll probably come over here with the perfect thing right when the damn door breaks.”

Kaiba felt his lips curl. That would be his luck as well.

“I was… I was gonna ask ya-”

Kaiba waited for him to finish, but he didn’t. He rolled his eyes. “At least finish your sentences, idiot.”

He snickered and stopped in the middle of the antechamber, turning hesitantly to face him. “The last week-” he opened his mouth to continue and looked away from him again, but even in the dim light, Kaiba thought he saw his cheeks darken. “I know ya didn’t wanna deal with it but, I had a great time with ya this week. After the tournament, I was gonna ask ya if I could see ya again.”

“I couldn’t get away from you and the geek squad even if I moved to Mars. I’m sure you’d somehow hunt me down.”

Joey groaned, still grinning like the idiot he was. “That ain’t what I meant and ya know it.”

He did know it. Though he still felt the same way about it. It wouldn’t matter, Joey would keep pestering him. He thought he hated it. He wanted to hate it. Why couldn’t he hate it?

A loud pop pulled their attention to the other door. The seal was breaking. Joey turned back to look at him and he could see the fear and regret in his eyes. He hated that he couldn’t look away. “I like ya Kaiba and I’d really like ya ta answer me ‘bout it before I turn inta one a those things and hunt your ass down.”

The door popped again. Joey flinched, but didn’t move. 

“Joey!” Yuugi gripped his arm so hard he swore it bruised. “What do we do?”

There was nothing they could do. The door buckled, the seals snapped. He could see it shifting. Boney fingers curling around the edges of the door. Bodies pressing, pushing, weighing down the glass all around them, and it too popped and creaked. He couldn’t find the self to focus on the pops and creaks, or Yuugi’s tight grip on his arm. He just kept staring at Joey, still waiting for him to answer while everything broke around him. 

“I would’ve said yes.”

[slowwshoww]

good and beloved goalies in pittsburgh in the past few years:

marc andre fleuRY

matt murRY

tristan jarRY

bad and detested goalies in pittsburgh in the past few years:

casey desmiTH <- note the lack of RY?

coincidence? 🤔 🤔 🤔

rly makes u think

[mysteli]

THE CROWN AND THE FLAME TRAILER (FANMADE)

Okay so this is my FAVE trailer that I’ve made and I love it so goddamn much so I just wanted to share it on tumblr as well because I’m really happy with it and it took me about fifty thousand years to make. I had another trailer ages ago for the TCATF but it wasn’t that good because I hardly used the characters. This time I have a load of faceclaims involved and I hope you like this as much as I do!

TCATF FANCAST: 

Kenna Rys - Adelaide Kane

Dom Hunter - Torrance Combs 

Annelyse Adair - Elodie Yung 

Raydan Lykel - Orlando Bloom

Val Greaves - Ivana Baquero 

Adder Lykel - Sybilla Deen

Gabriel Amarne - Donald Sutherland 

Sei Rhuka - Jamie Chung 

Whitlock - Alexander Vlahos 

Will Jackson - Michael Huisman

Luther Nevrakis - Anthony Stewart Head 

Prince Tevan - Chris Pine 

Hex - Lana Parilla 

Rose Blake - Celina Sinden 

Tristan Blake - Thomas Brody-Sangster 

Empress Azura - Emily Blunt (as Queen Freya)

Diavolos Nevrakis - Tyler Blackburn

Helene Leventis - Gwendolyn Christie 

Rowan Thorn - Mekia Cox

Zenobia Nevrakis - Sophie Turner 

Lia - Emilia Clarke 

[choicesficwriterscreations]

FoTW June 6-12

Bloodbound

Picking Up The Pieces | Adrian Raines x MC - @silma-words

Desire & Decorum

Impromptu Dance: A Special Night | Hamid x MC, Bartholomew Chambers x Yusuf Konevi - @lorirwritesfanfic

Unspoken Desires series - @princess-geek

Summer adventures (I) - A Summer Tale | MC, Briar Daly, Annabelle Parson, Ernest Sinclaire

Your Most Ardent Admirer series | Ernest Sinclaire x F!OC - @noesapphic

Chapter 2

The Elementalists

Best Sleep vs. Worst Sleep | Beckett Harrington x NB!MC - @homeformyheart

The Nanny Affair

A Date With A Killer | M!Sam Dalton x MC - @lucy-268

Family Time | M!Sam Dalton x MC - @lucy-268

Untitled Fanfiction | M!Sam Dalton x MC - @pixie88 [adult content]  

Open Heart

Red Carpet Diaries

Paws + Reflect | Thomas Hunt x F!OC - @theartoflovingthomashunt​

Ride or Die

Impromptu Dance: To Make Time | Logan x MC - @lorirwritesfanfic

The Royal Romance/The Royal Heir

Coming Home series | Drake Walker x MC - @thegreentwin

Split

FOMO: Keeping up with Jessie Garcia | Liam Rys x MC - @jessiembruno

Impromptu Dance: Small Celebrations | Liam Rys x MC - @lorirwritesfanfic

The Life Of Riley: Book Two - @bebepac

The Days The Earth Stood Still | Liam Rys x MC [adult content]

Me Before You series | Drake Walker x MC - @shewillreadyou

Chapter 7: Bad Habits [adult content]

Sapere Aude | Liam Rys x MC - @sfb123

Part 11

Crossovers

Bloodbound/The Royal Romance

Dark Pleasure | Liam Tristan Rys x MC, Adrian Raines x MC - @khoicesbyk  [adult content]

Chapter 4: Chance Meeting

The Freshman/The Royal Romance

Mia’s World series - @bebepac​

Athlete Of The Month | TRR MC x M!OC 

[transnamesuggestions]

Hey I'm genderfluid and looking for either a neutral name or a set of three (male/neutral/female) the name I go by atm is Jonathan. Thanks a lot

Alrighty! I’m gonna do two lists for you one that’s all gender neutral names and then one with sets of three (there may be repeats if there’s connections with any gender neutral names I suggest). I’m also going to try to give a whole bunch of options but feel free to ask for more :)

Gender neutral: 

Aberdeen, Alijah, Avery, Blake, Bay/Baylor, Cam/Cameron, 

Christian, Darian, Dillon/Dylan, Grey/Greyson, Hadley, Hayden, 

Jaime/Jamie, Jess/Jesse, Jordan, Keegan, Kendall, Kit, 

Lee/Leigh/Leighton, Les/Leslie, Logan, Louie, Noah, 

Page, Parker, Payson, Peyton, Perry, Piper, Porter, 

Quinn, Ray/Rae, Rian/Ryan, Reed, Riley/Reilly, Rory, Rowan, 

Ry/Rylan, Sage, Sawyer, Schuyler/Skylar, Seth, 

Shay/Shayne, Sid/Sidney, Spence/Spencer, 

Tate/Tatum, Tay/Taylor, Toby/Tobias/Tobin, Tris/Tristan

Name sets: 

Al/Alijah/Ali, 

Alexander/Alex/Alexandra,

Brian/Bri or Bry/ Brianna,

Cam/Cameron/Cammy, 

Charles/Charlie/Charlotte, 

Chris/Christian/Chrissy, 

Dennis/Den/Denny/Denise,

Em/Emerson/Emery, 

Frank/Francis/Frances/Frankie, 

George/Georgie/Georgia,

Greyson/Grey/Grace,

Jay/Jaden/Jade, 

Joseph or Joey/ Jo / Josephina,

Kade/Kayden/Kay, 

Ken/Kendall or Kennedy, 

Kyle or Kyler/ Ky / Kyla

Mack/Mackey/Mackenzie, 

Mace/Mason/Maisie, 

Max/Maxwell/Maximus/Maxine,

Nic/Cole/Nico/Nicole or Nikita, 

Rob/Robin/Robbie,

Vale/Val,

Victor/Vic/Victoria,

William/Willie/Willa

- ganz