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shhh-secret-time · 1 year ago

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Queen's Gambit

"Are you lost little bird? These aren't your woods."

Chapter 1

It doesn't take the voice of a king to silence a room, something you and the bard learned very young. A familiar glint of recognition shines in those earthy brown eyes of his, one that you mirror back. The fairy lights that drift around in the room swirl and coalesce around your form. The ball of light circles you once, twice, and then break off into a ray of colors. No doubt the magics of the brown-haired man who limps next to you.

Jimmy Valour, the only other man who you had ties to. A bard who had made a name for himself in the last war, a decade ago he was but a teenager who successfully played both sides of the war. You haven't seen him since your days at the College of Whispers, a school dedicated to the art of being...well a bard.

Now here he was, introducing you to the Elven and Fae nobles of the room. Listing off the titles that came packaged with them. The long and tedious courtroom etiquette would be just that if it wasn't the perfect time to get a feel for the room. First you went down the line of the lower nobles, the scribes and historians that were only there to keep a record of what was to happen today. Then it was the nobles who had stake in this war, families that you could only assume would see to gain. No matter the race, it was the same. You didn't need to be an expert in the inner workings of Fae and Elven politics to know that much.

Lastly were the knights, men and women alike who were donned in leather armor. Vastly different from the metal that the human knights wore. Each adorned with a sun that held their capes on their backs. Green cloaks with a golden symbol that looked like brush strokes, the flag of their King.

A king who has not taken his eyes off you since you entered the room. They're narrowed in just a way that it's almost certain that he's scrutinizing you, watching every little move you make.

No one would think less of a diplomat for buckling under the intense gaze of a King. Any leader worth their name would look at the enemy of his people like this. But you didn't come this far to throw in the towel before even having a chance to speak. Instead, you give him a small nod and a smile, with your lids lowered in just a way that tells him:

"The game has only just begun."

Kyle's brows bounce up for a moment, he covers his lower face with his hand. He rests his elbow on his armchair and leans down next to the stoic looking man next to him. He whispers something to him and try as you might it's impossible to hear from where you're standing.

Raven hair that comes down to the base of his neck, right where the spine connects, falls just above his furrowed brows. Bits of the locks poke out from under the dark blue helmet. Fit perfectly around his head, the front making an M shape. The design carved into the helm is almost as captivating as the Kings gloves. They're similar in the way they swirl and turn into branches and vines. Your eye for design tells you, they're made that way on purpose.

One of the first lessons you were taught when dealing with the Elven and Fae people was to never look them in the eyes. To them the eyes were windows to the soul, only those with a strong bond could cross that line. Even in the courtroom here, most stare at their conversation partner's nose. So, it's worthy to note when you see the King and the knight he's whispering to look each other in the eye. They stare at one another for a while, their whispers dissolving into a silent conversation.

The knight nods after a while and his body physically relaxes. A shift in moods, no longer on the defensive. All in time for Jimmy to wrap up his rambling.

"Thank you, Sir Valour. It's an honor to have such an introduction read by someone as esteemed as yourself, much less by a friend." You thank him, casting him a small side smirk.

"Th-... The pleasure is all mine, I assure you. It's been a while; I see you've made a name for yourself. Quite a few actually." Jimmy responds as he keeps his eyes forward.

"What? Did you think I was going to let you hog all the glory? Maybe we're not as close as I thought." You hum, that playful tone dancing on your tongue.

He escorts you towards the end of the table, down the line of the Kings vision. Ser Clyde follows with an amused grin on his face. The banter between you and the bard entertaining the young knight.

"If this court meeting doesn't tear y-... tear y-... tear you apart then it'd be nice to catch up." He matches your energy with his own playful wisp. Once you sit down, he gives you a nod, but you don't miss the smug smile on his face.

He got the last word for now. Making a mental note to get him back, you turn to the eyes of many. The room has gotten so quiet you could hear a pen drop from the other side of the castle. Ser Clyde shifts from foot to foot, his armor clanking ever so slightly. He stops when you shoot him a small glare, offering a nervous apology.

Your breathing slows to a steady rhythm. Each time you exhale you can feel the emotions in the room. You open yourself up to them and time seems to slow down.

The ebb and flow of unspoken thoughts flood your mind, voices that aren't your own. The people of this court room project themselves onto you like a sunset does open water. It feels as if a spirit passes through you, leaving you hollow to nothing but these feelings.

Sunset eyes stare me down. Spice on a spring day. A gentle breeze breaks the tension. Their lightning eyes shoot me down. They want me to drown. Hands grasping at my clothes to pull me back up.

But it's his that are the loudest. Not so loud that you'd find yourself clutching the sides of your head. Even in his thoughts he speaks with authority and confidence. The King that stares you down holds the voice of rulers long past. They speak together in balance with one another.

Silvered dagger rests in her mouth. With wit just as sharp. She knows not to look in the pyre reserved for Kings. Looking down my table, she stares me down...but she does not see me.

You don't linger on him for too long, you can't. Not when with every passing moment it feels like flying too close to the sun. You're starting to melt and burn. The man next to him sings a different song. The difference is night and day. It is ice and fire. It's the feeling only poets can put into words, but these absurd thoughts coming in would do just fine.

The pain in my back throbs. Flesh cut open and flayed out for my heart to bare. Remember why you're here. Less man than you are steel. I'd cut the throat of every man here if it meant the sun would rise again.

It takes everything to not physically shiver at that. Those blue eyes that you catch a quick glimpse of are shards of ice. Ice if it had lost the crystal colors and were laid flat. Yet there's something animalistic about them. Primal even.

It feels as if hours have passed since you sat down. Hours of these councilmen and women staring you down waiting for you to speak. Fortunately, it's only been a few seconds. Wading through the raw rivers of emotions will do that to you. A drawback to your little gift. But it was a small price to pay to level the playing field.

Pawn to D4

"Ladies, Gentlemen, and those who do not define yourselves as such, thank you for allowing me into your capital. With tensions as high as they are, you're taking a gamble on me. So, for that I thank you." You break the silence with a carefully constructed opening. "It's a shame we live in times where this is the case. Only a decade has passed since the war. Ten years and we can all recall it as if it were yesterday."

"It would not be like that if many of us didn't feel like it was yesterday." An older gentleman chimes in. Red hair like the Kings, but there are brushstrokes of white going through it. A thin mustache and beard that goes with it.

"And for that I apologize. I cannot speak for all of my people, to do so would be foolish and a waste of time." You waste no time with a response.

You predicted someone would come in with such a comment. The difference in the way humans and elves age is no secret. A fact Elves like to remind Humans quite often.

"Then who do you speak for Human? If a so-called diplomat cannot even speak for their people, then what good are you?" Donnel spears the question into you, voice dripping with malice.

"I am good enough for the Grand Wizard and enough to know my role at the table Ser Knight." You smirk down at him, tilting your head to the side just enough to dodge the spear.

His voice was the loudest amongst the people here. His thoughts were that of a cadence, marching soldiers gladly ready to die for their home. Fists pounding on shields taunting the enemy to come closer.

You wouldn't play his game. He's not even a player at the table.

"Then you speak for your King?" Kyle speaks as if he already knows the answer to the question, but he wants to hear you say it.

Pawn to D5

"I am both his mouth voice and my own your Majesty. The Grand Wizard trusts that I come here today with both kingdoms intentions at heart." As you speak your hands gracefully pick up the chalice.

They offer hospitality, it would be rude not to partake. Second rule of the Fae, a dry throat does no one good.

"To wet your tongue after spouting such blatant lies. Humans have never had anyone but their intentions at heart." A noble woman at the table snaps her fan. The blue and white fan no longer hid her angular face, or the birth mark directly under her eye.

"The same could be said about any living being when it comes to the tides of war. Do you not have you and your own best intentions?" You scoff a bit at her remark, but you don't offer much more. Before she can respond, you continue speaking. "But I'm not here to talk about history. I'm here to speak of the future. How to prevent another war."

Pawn to C4

Kyle's lips press together as he watches how you interact with his people. How you respond to every snide comment or glare, he notes how you walk the line of acknowledging them and refusing to give them your time. It's done so in a way that no one could call you out for being rude, you're following proper etiquette. He's torn between being impressed and frustrated.

Pawn to C4

"So, I come to you with everything on the table. My people cannot handle another war." You emphasize the word 'cannot' with your fingers pinched together and your pinky out. "We will not survive another onslaught from both sides. Your people outnumber us there's no questioning that, we're not able to ascertain the exact number of troops you have at the ready, but the number is inconsequential."

You can feel Ser Clyde shift again, his jaw tightens most likely, so he doesn't speak out of turn. To him you've just admitted defeat, shown that you and your people are weak, and he couldn't be further from that. He wears a red cloak for a God’s sake. The grip on his sword tightens, but as quick as he grips the leather, he lets go.

"Wise words. It speaks volumes to know when you're outmatched." The red head speaks again, stroking the ends of his mustache with his finger and thumb.

"Words are cheap. It is actions that carry! And every action the humans have taken has led to the suffering of our people!" Donnel scowls, slamming his fist down on the table.

"In a meeting such as this, words.are.everything." If he wants your attention so badly then he would have it.

You turn to him and stare him down, eyes trailed to the space between his eyebrows. There's not much space from how furrowed they are, almost connected in one thick line. Even if he does stand taller than Ser Clyde, compared to you he is a child. Out in the battlefield he would have you dead to right, there is no denying that, but here he is a victim.

"You bellow like a wounded boar when adults are trying to decide the fate of tomorrow. You have already made your intentions clear; you don't wish for peace so why are you still here? Why do you waste our time with your squeals and wails? If tomorrow comes and there is war know you had your hand in it. If it is peace that we decide I hope this memory burns into your mind forever. Ser Knight I ask of you, respectfully, to think - before - you - speak." Each word that spills from your lips is a dedicated strike. Unlike Donnel's sloppy swings, yours are honed. Trained to know where and how to strike to make it hurt.

You know you struck a nerve when you see the vein in his forehead pop, and his teeth grind so loudly that Jimmy stops playing that whimsical tune. Just as the final tune dies down in the room and your lips rest, he stands. He's taken the bait. Shown that he's not fit to be in this room.

"Ser Donnel. I gave you one, it seems you forget yourself still. Wait outside." Kyle's voice echoes like the roar of thunder. The storm is subtle right now, not yet at its full potential.

"But your Highness I-"

Kyle doesn't need to say more when a sigh escapes his lips Donnel stops. Freezes in place like ice was being directly pumped into his veins. From the way the knight next to him was glaring, maybe it was. Kyle waves his hand and said knight walks over to Donnel, all but grabs him by the forearm and walks out with him. The dark wooden doors behind you slam shut, muffling the sound of footsteps.

Jimmy resumes playing music like nothing happened. There was no fight, there was no look of disappointment. Just a council who took a second to breathe and the sound of his lute.

Pawn to E4

"Forgive me for calling recess early like this, perhaps we should all step outside and collect our thoughts. It would seem we were woefully ill prepared for your arrival." Kyle stands to his full height and addresses you with an even tone.

Each step he takes off his throne demands your attention, no spell on this earth could put you in a trance quite like him. The bright green healthy leaves beneath him float around the unseen gust of wind. They spiral around him before fluttering away to the patches of soft grass that make up the floor. The gold that flickers off his wings creates a light wherever he goes. You watch as it brightens and dims in time with his breathing, fading in and out but never fully going out. To call it a candle would be an insult.

When you don't stand like the other council members Clyde puts his hand on your shoulder; the iron gauntlet rests heavy. If it was one thing Clyde was, it was bold. You look up at him and offer a smile, the polite one that is expected of you. It's when he sees that dangerous glint in your eyes that he pulls back and offers it out to you instead.

Of course, you take it and bring yourself to your feet, straightening out your dress as you do. Patting down the fabric of your dress, you collect yourself. Regain composure and try to smile again. "Apologies Ser Clyde, thank you."

"You're fine, I just didn't want to be the next target of that tongue of yours. I thought when the Grand Wizard sent me here to escort you, the only thing I'd have to be on the lookout for was the occasional bandit. I didn't think you were actually going to make me do my job." He jokes to ease the tension.

While you don't find it funny by any means, you can appreciate the effort. "I thought I caught you in the corner of my eye dozing off, figured I'd wake you up a bit." The innocent tone in your voice does not match your smile.

"Madam you wound me. To imply that I, the Grand Wizard's one and only Red Cloak, would fall asleep in a meeting so very important. Why I'm hurt. I think you might need to step outside and remember yourself." He smirks down at you, bringing your hand up to his lips. "Perhaps we could go together? Enjoy the scenery?"

You laugh, it pulls an actual laugh from you. Again, it's not his joke that's funny but the fact that he's trying. Your laughter is brought to an abrupt halt as you pull your hand back. "No. It's adorable that you are trying though, I think a few lessons on how to court a woman and you might be in league well enough to try again."

Clyde feigns a pained look, but he lets go of your hand and that smirk returns. "Suite yourself, you know where to find me if you change your mind. Gods know I cannot say no to a beautiful woman."

"I know Ser Clyde. Many know."

"You're better off trying to seduce a vi-... a vi- ...a snake." Jimmy cuts into your conversation, ambulating over to where you stand.

"Ha!" Clyde doesn't bother to watch the volume in his laugh, fueling the bards stupid grin.

"Oh? And now two grown men must team up to try and attack me? Jimmy, my dear friend, I always said that someday you would go far. I only wished you had stayed there" You purse your lips at him and for the first time since you walked through the double doors you feel at ease.

"Oh~!" Clyde exclaims, bringing his fist up to his mouth. Of course, not to muffle the sound, but out of shock.

"It's funny you say that...I'd love to see your point of view, but I can't get my head that far up my ass!" Jimmy grins at you and your brow twitches, visibly bounces in annoyance.

"It's good to see you again too darling." Your frown breaks and turns into a smile, laughter rings out like the sound of bells. Jimmy joins you in that and memories of better times come flooding back to you.

"Wait...so you guys are actually friends?" Clyde looks between the two of you with confusion on his face.

"So, where'd you find tall, dumb and ha...ha...handsome?" Jimmy asks as he rests back on his crutches, ignoring Clyde.

"The Grand Wizard sent him with me, he's been dutifully escorting me through the lands." You gibe with an eye roll.

"Hey! .... You think I'm handsome?" Clyde seems to reject any form of insult; it slides off him like a blade would a shield. Maybe you really were no match for this man.

After a moment of staring up at Clyde, Jimmy goes back to his conversation with you. "I see. Well, they say the dumb ones plow the-"

"Do.not.finish that sentence Valour. I swear on all that the light touches I will tell this courtroom of that night you drank Dragon's Fire and Elderberry Mead."

"Yo-... You wouldn't dare."

"Oh? You have little faith in those you call your people. Think they would listen to a viper?"

"They'd sooner listen to a viper than a human it seems."

You sigh and cross your arms over your stomach. Even if he is joking, there's truth to those words. A man would rather get himself thrown out than to listen to you, even if he was like a child, it still hurt. However you had a job to do, you'd come too far to let a tantrum stop you.

"Well maybe not all of them." Jimmy breaks you from your thoughts.

Your brows knit together in confusion when you see him turn and walk away again. No goodbye, no indicator that he would return, not even a snarky remark. From the corner of your eye, you see Clyde bow his head and put his arm over his chest, his fist knocks into the opposite shoulder.

It isn't until you feel a warm light on your back that you piece together who could get both men to act accordingly. Kyle stands towering over you and Clyde; it makes you wonder if that warmth is coming from his wings or the small smile on his face.

But even caught off guard like this you wouldn't allow yourself to panic. You turn back towards him and bow as you had when you first entered the courtroom. His hand comes down next to your face, offering it out to you with a silent nod.

He wouldn't make you panic, but he would catch you by surprise. You stare at the hand for a moment before taking it. You damn the hesitation in your movements, but he doesn't seem to notice; and if he did, he's courteous enough to not make a deal of it.

"Might I borrow her for a moment? I wish to speak with your diplomat a bit before we regather." He's addressing Clyde when he speaks.

Pawn to E6

"I um...I'm not really supposed to-"

You cut him off, as Kyle pulls you up from your bow. "I will be fine Ser Clyde. If his Highness wanted me dead, we would not have even made it into this room. I'd be honored to accompany you."

Queen to A4. Check

Kyle smiles again, this time it reaches those greens in his eyes. There's a little spark behind them, this silent game you're playing with him is entertaining. He can't recall if he's ever been this entertained with a headache, but it's impressive. Every part of him needs to know more about the source of both.

Bishop to D7

"I will return with her shortly, worry not." There's something in his tone that almost sounds like he's trying to be playful. If a fire could be playful, you'd think this is the closest it would sound like.

"Uh...yeah okay. I mean, of course Y-Your Highness!" Clyde stands there and watches as Kyle moves your hand to his arm. How small you looked next to him, and how the large robes he wore engulfed your hands.

The mask is quickly put back on, it was nice to breath while you could. Silence falls over you two as he escorts you through the castle. You catch glimpses of decorations and paintings hung high on the beautiful walls. Vines of ivy and grape leaves wrap around the columns in a tight hug. Passing art pieces that you would most likely never see again, yet all you can seem to focus on is the direction he's taking you.

Queen to C4.

Tucked in the corner of the board, Clyde stands there waiting for you to come back. He looks to the bard who simply offers him a friendly shrug. Jimmy gestures for him to walk over, making Clyde look behind him. The bard rolls his eyes and points to him with the crutch. Then to the spot next to him, in his corner of the board.

So far, two pawns have been removed.

But the games only just begun.

Prologue | Chapter 1 | 2

#south park #sp fanfiction #south park fanfiction #reader insert #south park x reader #x reader #kyle broflovski #kyle broflovski x reader #Kingdom Come #Chapter 1 #Fantasy AU #clyde donovan #jimmy valmer #stan marsh #shhh its a secret

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whatever-the-fucky-i-reads · 10 months ago

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minecraft-llama · 2 years ago

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Chess Blog Day #33 - The Queen's Gambit

The queen's gambit is characterised by the moves 1.d4 d5 2.c4

It's called a gambit because white is giving up the pawn since it's not defended.

There are two main responses to the Queen's Gambit (but loads of others, too!):

Queen's Gambit Accepted

Queen's Gambit Declined

These are called the QGA and QGD for short.

They look like this:

The QGD is much more common, but they are both good.

Actually, the Queen's Gambit isn't a real gambit. This is because the pawn can almost always be won back.

For example in the QGA white usually plays 3.e4 attacking the pawn.

There are only two ways of defending it, 3...b5 and 3...Be6.

After 3...Be6?, white has the simple 4.d5, and there isn't time to defend the pawn because the bishop is attacked.

After 3...b5 a bunch of complicated things can happen but both players usually end up with the same number of pawns.

You might be wondering if, since there's a Queen's Gambit, there's a King's Gambit. Well, there is.

Tomorrow: The King's Gambit.

#chess #board game #opening #openings #gambit #queen's gambit #strategy

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roalinda · 2 years ago

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Entry for @hprecfest

☆Day 9 : A rare pair fic (less than 2000 fics on AO3)☆

Queen's Gambit by TheFeistyRogue

Pairing: Bellatrix Black Lestrange/James Potter

Summary:

Bellatrix rules Slytherin as its Queen... all she needs is a King by her side, or at her feet.

Category: F/M

Rating: T

Words: 1, 726

If you are a fan of rare pairings and don't mind a bit of dark spice, I absolutely recommend this. Despite this work being short, it shows how the Black family's mind works and how they use their beauty and shrewd wit to get what they want and how they are attracted to cruelty which had made Bellatrix attracted to James' dark side. The only thing that may seem a bit off in this, however, is the age difference which the writer probably had ignored in favour of the plot and believe me the plot is wonderful enough for the reader to ignore that completely.

"Baby, my sweet baby," Potter sang back, for she was certain that it was Potter now. "You are too cruel to me."

"I'm Bellatrix Black, darling, I'm cruel to everyone," Bellatrix drawled.

2. Moments in time by @indigostars

pairing: Fleamont Potter/Euphemia Potter

Summary:

The first time Euphemia saw Fleamont Potter, she was twelve and he was a newly Sorted Gryffindor. He had the most bizarre and unruly hair Euphemia had ever seen. It stuck out at all angles, looking as if he'd never brushed it in his life.

[or; the story of Fleamont and Euphemia Potter]

Category: M/F , G

Rating: G

Words: 8, 954

One week," she said to Fleamont, who was busy eating some sausages. "One week, and Minerva has already sent us a letter. Your son is out of control."

"Why is he always my son whenever he gets in trouble?" Fleamont grumbled.

This one-shot is a jewel. The way that Euphemia and Fleamont met, how they lived and loved and died and their deep bond is so well-done in this, making it a real worthy story.

#hprecfest2023 #Day 9 #Bellatrix black #James potter #fleamont potter #euphemia potter

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solarsonsmp · 2 years ago

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The Torch

symbolises motivation, ideals, light, Learning, purpose, clarity, freedom and luck.

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Heroes of the Torch are The Dreamers, Ones of Light, Ones of Day, The Shining Ones or The One of Gambit They glitter gold dust as they walk with Lore Armour

Observer Haki

you have glow on everything within a 30 block bubble of yourself

Sunlight Yellow Overdrive

when below 20% health, gain immunities to most negative effects (burning, poison and weakness) and give you strength II and fire aspect punches

Holy Knight

attack damage and speed double when defending allies

Destiny Child

The Hero has become something entirely new. They are the central pillar, the point that things revolve around. They’re special. Their presence alone could turn the tide of a battle and their name or visage would hold serious weight, a living legend. They don’t have the title of legend or divine or sublime they are it. you get a special weapon after sleep at level 100

Sun Paper- 3 Pieces of paper that mix between different Lore Weapons and effects being 90 different outcome

given to Jesters, Jacks, Servants, Merchants and Oracles

Sparkalibur- The Holy Sword of Captain Sparkle's and only drawn from the ones that sleep in the Mine's for 5 long night if has 19+ without enchantments and is a unbreakable Golden Sword that creates light if held and the sword will kill the unworthy

given to Striders, Kings, Knights and Doges

Prism of Light-giving the user the ability to shoot a laser of rainbow doing the same damage as a there experience level

given Wizard, Witch and Cleric

Challenge from the Gods: Here comes the Sun You

need to kill the Wither King in the nether with a Iron Sword that you used to save a village from a Raid and write about your journey

Quest of Knights, Doges, Servants and Striders

Challenge from the Gods: Paperback Writer

You need to find the Bastion Remnant collect 5 gold blocks at the Bastion Remnant and write about your journey than bring it back to the Lapis Library

Quesr of Wizard, Cleric, Jesters, Merchants and Oracles

Challenge from the Gods: Sun King

Become Experience level 1000, after that become the riches in the server with 200,000 emerald block in your inventory, become the most famous by killing 1 king and writing about your stories and become the most powerful with the Orphan Slayer after beating the Blood God

Quest of a King, a Queen and Jacks

#minecraft #smp #solarson smp #torch #element #sunflower plain #the beatles #jojo bizarre adventure

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vaelain · 17 days ago

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ㅤ"I respect those that tell ㅤme the truth, no matter ㅤㅤㅤhow hard it is."

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ- Michael Corleone

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ㅤㅤ୧‿��͙ ˖︵ ꕀ⠀ ♱⠀ ꕀ ︵˖ ‿̩͙୨

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ㅤㅤㅤV'S INTRO

𝐈. General Info

⠀⠀Name(s)⠀⠀﹕⠀I have lots of names I go by but I'm more preferred with Vel , V or Kim :3

⠀Pronouns⠀⠀﹕⠀I use they/them, it/its and xy/xym ^.^

⠀Identityㅤ⠀⠀﹕⠀Unlabeled and genderqueer

Extra info⠀⠀﹕⠀I'm a minor ,⠀Im neurodivergent , fictionkin & otherkin , Tribal NE Indian , metalhead and uh idrk I just do shts

𝐈𝐈. Interests

I have MANY things I like so I'll just list them out (caution long list ahead!! /Silly)

(Bold letter words › most favourite)

Media (films, anime, games, etc)⠀⠀﹕⠀ The Godfather, Scarface, Casino, Dead Poets Society, Fight Club, Inglorious Basterds, Breaking Bad & Better Call Saul, The Queen's Gambit, Scent of A Woman, MCU, Incantation , Noroi: The Curse, South Park, Chiikawa, JoJo's Bizarre Adventure, One Piece, Neon Genesis Evengelion, Jujutsu Kaisen, Team Fortress 2, Roblox, Minecraft, The Sims 4, Pokémon games, Five Nights at Freddy's. I just generally like gangster & crime movies, horror media, FPS games, and Al Pacino movies <3 (haven't seen them all yet but TRUST ILL WATCH THEM ALL)

Music⠀⠀﹕⠀ Korn, Limp Bizkit, System of a Down, Linkin Park, Megadeth, Septultura, Guns N' Roses, Miss Construction, Three Days Grace, My Chemical Romance, Eminem, Insane Clown Posse, Kendrick Lamar, King Crimson, Army Of Lovers, Queen, The Smiths, Nirvana and MUCH more!!1! I like the metal, rock and hip-hop genre but I listen to anything really

General Interest⠀⠀﹕⠀ Art, history, literature, story writing, world building, OC making, playing guitar, cultural studies, religious study/theology, reading, firearms, politics and ideologies and much more unlisted ^.^

𝐈𝐈𝐈. Boundaries

Do not follow/ interact⠀⠀﹕⠀ Bigots ofc, (racist, homophobe, xenophobe, etc.), radqueer/transid, ECTA/RCTA, fetish accounts, endo "systems", anti-alterhuman, sniperscout shippers /SRS (or atleast don't bring that topic up to me), some of my fictionkin doubles (or atleast IWEC)

Before you follow/interact⠀⠀﹕⠀ I'm not too good at socializing esp with newer people, I tend to be emotionally unstable, I sometimes get pissed off easily may or maybe not show it but please forgive me if I do, If I feel uncomfortable I ghost and/or block freely, I make "offensive" jokes at times also sexual and kys/kms jokes (only 2 close friends tho ofc) just ask me if you don't want that, I use tonetags and would prefer if you also could use it, I can talk days abt my interests, big yapper too at times, I'm insensitive at times so please if I'm acting up inform me of my actions, I'm not really good at comforting when someone vents so keep that in mind, I CAN give advices and all that tho. Also If I go on a hiatus/break it's either I'm restricted from my devices, need a genuine break for my own mentality's sake or rlly focused on school or i died FINALLY (/hj)

𝐈𝐕. Socials and alts

I use this username @vaelain for most of all my socials! Feel free to follow me gang‼️

Kin related account⠀⠀﹕⠀ @kindeth

(Might make more accs, will update it!1!!)

#— 🕸️ post .#intro post #introduction #pinned intro #otherkin #fictionkin #anyone who like same shts as me hmu🙏

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voyeur4321 · 1 month ago

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Guy's Night

(I stand corrected, I can format it now!) (1/5.) (Warning, this story contains: Headcanons, Suggestive Content, Violent Content, Angst, Shitpost Variety Humor, and Partial Spoilers for Avengers: Infinity War)

Crash! “Alright, not bad…” Gray said to himself, looking at the pile of smoking debris that used to be a training dummy. “Agreed, your improvements have been anything but negative.” Buster Rook chimed in, eying the smoking end of Gray's mallet. “Thanks Rook, means a lot.” Gray replied semi sarcastically. “It’s a basic observation, your skills and physical power have been increasing drastically since you've joined the Gambit Empire.” Rook replied, not picking up the sarcasm. “I gotta say, I'm actually surprised you came to train with me, you seemed more like the type to hone his skills on the battlefield.” Gray confessed, putting the mallet on his back. “I'm the General of the Gambit Empire, it is my responsibility to maintain the morale of our troops, be they a mere Pawn Patroller, an equal such as yourself or Bishop, or the riff raff The King sends in to wear down the ActiRangers defenses.” Rook responded. “Riff raff? Oh, you mean the guys from kids’ games?” Gray asked with a chuckle. “Correct, as powerful as they are, their immaturity often jeopardizes the mission, needlessly sacrificing Pawn Patrollers in the process.” Rook explained. “Aww, come on, don't tell me you didn't find ‘Bottlespinner’ funny.” Gray responded. “He was as humorous as he was useful, which is to say not at all.” Rook replied. “Seriously? You're telling me that Bottlespinner trying to hypnotize the team into awkwardly making out with each other, just to realize they were a polycule and that his one trick was basically useless wasn't funny?” Gray asked, crossing his arms in disbelief. “His sexual hypnosis caused the Pawn Patrollers under his command to self-destruct in confusion, and couldn't even bring one of the ActiRangers down with him as he perished; though, I suppose that's what happens when send prisoner of war to do the job of a soldier.” Rook argued. “Fair enough, but considering it got a laugh out of both Madame Queen and Boss King, I'd say his complete failure was pretty damn funny.” Gray replied. “That's because it was funny, lad!” an Irish voice echoed through the training chamber; suddenly, catching both henchmen off guard, the leader of the Gambit Empire, Boss King, had entered the training chamber.

“My liege.” Rook greeted formally, bowing his head. “Hey Boss!” Gray greeted casually. “Commander, Sir Gray, just the boys I was looking for.” King replied, stretching his arms. “What brings you here, sir?” Rook asked. “Well, I'm not sure you two noticed, but today, we've taken another step forward in defeating those pathetic ActiRangers and securing our rightful rule of this planet!” King replied. “How so?” Gray asked; like he was waiting for someone to ask, King snapped his fingers and a floating holographic screen appeared, playing back footage of the day's fight with the ActiRangers.

In the middle of a swarm of Pawn Patrollers, Red was cleaving through wave after wave of enemies when Gray, charging at full speed with his horse legs, plowed straight through them and landed a concussive blow to the back of his head with his mallet. Red had survived far worse than a heavy blow to the back of the head before, but damn if Gray didn't give him a concussion with that strike.

“Shit, that looked painful.” he said, crossing his arms. “Aye, he'll be feeling that one in the morning!” King laughed. “Indeed, he will probably feel the impact of that strike for days on end.” Rook acknowledged, once again taking things literally. “Alright, so I rang Red's bell, nothing spectacular, especially with what happened next on that tape.” Gray replied; curious, King played the rest of the footage to see what happened.

“Get off him you donkey groping shitheel!” Blue yelled in a fit of uncharacteristic anger, charging at Gray like a bull while surrounded by a fleet of snow, launching the centaur several yards away upon making contact. Thoroughly winded, Gray staggered as he tried getting back on his four feet. “Run while you still can, titfucker!” Blue threatened, standing between Gray and his unconscious boyfriend and wielding his hockey stick like a sword. Bang! In a flash of black and white, Gray disappeared, leaving the remaining Pawn Patrollers’ fate in the hands of four pissed off ActiRangers.

“Titfucker?” King asked as he ditched the screen, confused by the blue ranger's insult. “Apparently, hockey players have a very vulgar and complex way of talking to each other in the rink, they call it chirping; if someone pushes Blue off the deep end, like giving his boyfriend a concussion, he'll regress into his hockey mindset.” Gray explained. “Oh, so like a foreigner getting pissed off enough to default to their native tongue?” King asked. “Bingo.” Gray confirmed. “I don't understand, how is someone supposed to have intercourse with their partner’s breasts?” Rook asked. “You'll understand if you get married, lad.” King answered almost instantly. “If that’s true, then this shall be another mystery that will continue to elude me.” Rook replied. “The point is, after I got folded like that, it’s pretty hard to call that a win.” Gray admitted. “Either way, you're alright now and the Red ActiRanger is out of commission, and I believe that's a cause for celebration!” King exclaimed. “Celebration? What did you have in mind, my liege?” Rook asked. “A human tradition that the wife's taken up; lads, tonight is Guy's Night!” King announced. “Guy's Night?” Gray asked. “Yep, just some good old fashioned debauchery, if we're gonna run this planet, we oughta learn to celebrate like it's people! What's that term you humans use again, Gray? ‘When in Rome, do as the Romans,’ right?” King asked.

Guy's Night: an outing where a group of males go out, hang out, converse, drink, etc. with no females present.

Gray had heard about this tradition plenty of times prior to transitioning and joining the Gambit Gang, but while his pre-transition self always thought about doing it, he only had three male loved ones in his life at the time: Red (someone who’d be considered straight edge if it weren't for his constant cherry popping), Blue (a guy whose debauchery only extended to his bedroom tendencies and hardly anywhere else), and Pink pre-transition (which barely counted considering how long ago it had been sense she stopped identifying as male (Gray only counted it so that he could say he had more than two male friends, though he would never elaborate that it was Pink in the context of the conversation.)) Now that he transitioned and joined the Gambit Gang, not only was Gray able to participate in this tradition, he now had two male friends who could get him through the front door! Though, friends was a bit of a stretch, King and Rook could more accurately be described as Gray's employer and coworker respectively, but that wasn't the point! Finally, after all this time, Gray can participate in this age old rite of passage for men!

“What exactly gave this idea, sir?” Rook asked, the nature of his question almost causing Gray to slip into his ActiRanger training and smash his bucket sheltered skull open like a jack-o-lantern. “Well, the missus has been occasionally taking Bishop and going out for nights on the town, and I’d be lying if I said I wasn't curious about what kinda shite I could get into with the boys! But there's one question you should be answering soldier…” King replied. “What would that be, sir?” Rook asked. “Are you lads ready for Guy's Night?” King asked back. “Fuck yes!” Gray responded enthusiastically. “When I joined the Empire, you told me to be ready to follow you into Hell; what kind of soldier would I be if I couldn't agree to this? I shall join you both for this holiday known as ‘Guy's Night.’” Rook answered, his monotone voice only changing in volume. “There we go!” King laughed. “Wait, you guys have Hell in your culture? I thought you guys were aliens.” Gray asked. “I mean, it's essentially the equivalent of Hell in our culture.” King explained.

30 minutes later…

“Looking good lads!” King said as his limo rolled down the road. “Thanks boss!” Gray said as he leaned back into his seat, having switched back into using human legs. “Your attire also looks quite appropriate for the evening, your majesty.” Rook responded, sitting as if he were a security guard. Gray was sporting a white dress shirt with long sleeves, a black bow-tie, and black pants with suspenders, making him look like he’d be the guy who’d start (and win) a fight with an entire T.V station newsroom; King, having changed his monotone body pallet to that of a caucasian man, wore a black suit, a tie, and dress pants, making him look like a mob boss that took up body building in his spare time; Rook, no longer wearing his armor and also changing his color palette, had tall statuesque physique and a clean face that he dawned with a black trench coat, a wide brimmed hat, sunglasses, a black pair of jeans, and black boots, making him look like a hit man who refused to use weapons since it “wouldn't be as fun.” The man driving the limo was a simple Pawn Patroller, who was extremely thankful that he wasn't being sent to fight the ActiRangers alongside his (possibly doomed) siblings. “So, what's first on the agenda tonight?” Gray asked. “Figured we'd start by grabbing some food, then we get hammered, do some karaoke, watch a movie or something along those lines, and polish off the night by hitting up a club, how's that sound?” King explained. “Awesome!” Gray responded. “Eventful, but interesting.” Rook replied. “Alright then lads, let's do this!” King cheered, pumping his fist, causing Gray and Rook to copy him.

“Geez lad, that's your sixth burger! How are you not full yet?” King asked, seeing Gray mow down a double cheeseburger. “Don't blame me, it's the horse half that's hungry! How come you ain't eating anything Rook?” Gray asked, trying to shift the attention away from him. “I underwent multiple operations to augment my body into a literal weapon of mass destruction, one of those surgeries saw the removal of my digestive tract.” Rook explained.

“Sir, are you alright? You nearly drank half of the bar supplies.” a nervous waitress asked, looking at King pound another bottle of liquor. “Don't worry your wee head lass! You think this swill could get me sloshed? The strongest shite you have is like tap water to us Kempelians! But don't worry, we're good for it!” King replied with a chuckle before reaching into his pocket; before the waitress could ask for an explanation, King put a bar of solid gold in her hands, causing her to nearly faint. “Consider it a tip, lassie!” King laughed before playfully roughing up the waitress's hair. “Do gold bars count as currency on this planet?” Rook asked as the waitress happily returned to the kitchen with her prize. “Not sure, I haven't tried it.” Gray replied, sipping a margarita.

“Bitch, I'm a player, I'm too motherfucking stingy for Cher; won't even lend you an ear, ain't even pretending to care! But I'll tell a bitch I'll marry her if she buries. her face in my genital area; the original Richard Ramirez, Cristhian Rivera, ‘cause my lyrics never sit well,so they wanna give me the chair!” Gray belted out, just on time with the beat. “Damn, he's good!” King complimented as Gray continued singing. “I'm not a fan of the Hip Hop Genre, but I'll admit that it's impressive that he can keep up with Marshall Matter's lyrics.” Rook confessed.

“I make barrels of whiskey, it ain't no champagne! It's served in our brothels, to keep away the pain! What I share with you my lad, is the biggest secret I've ever had!” King sang, his voice bursting with passion. “Wow, I had no idea that King had such golden pipes!” Gray confessed. “I'm relatively sure that the castle's pipes are not made of gold, but the architects are constantly making decisions I don't understand, so I could ask and see if that's the case.” Rook replied. “That's not what I- nevermind, good luck asking them that.” Gray responded.

“I'm no hero, and I'm not made of stone! Right or wrong? I can hardly tell! I'm on the wrong side of Heaven, and the righteous side of Hell! The wrong side of Heaven, and the righteous side, the righteous side of Hell!!!” Rook sang out, his voice having more energy than either of his allies had heard from him in their lives. “Jesus, that's potent!” Gray commented. “I’ve known that man for nearly two centuries, this is the most emotion I’ve heard from him in all that time.” King replied in agreement.

“You guys, something’s wrong…” Pink said nervously, leaning on Gray for support. “Get up, Quiver; now’s not the time to die.” Green whispered, helping the archer to her feet; right as she was getting to her feet, Quiver fell to the ground as Green disappeared, turning to dust right in front of her. Sure enough, Pink vanished next, turning to dust in Gray's arms. “R-Red?” Blue called out just before turning into dust himself. “Jesus…” Gray said with her voice shaking. “Steady, Gray.” Red warned, trying to remain calm as another of his partners started disappearing. “Oh man..” Gray said as she too turned into soot. “Red, I'm sorry…” Professor Coach's voice came on the intercoms. “There was no other way…” she said solemnly before the intercom turned off. “Red…” Yellow spoke up; as Red turned to look at her, he saw his last remaining partner trembling in fear. “I-I don't feel so good…” she whimpered, struggling to keep her balance. “You're alright.” Red said, just trying to keep her calm. “I-I don't know what's happening, I-” Yellow said before tripping, landing in Red's arms. “I don't wanna go, I don't wanna go, please don't let me go…” she whimpered as she clung to Red for safety; knowing what was happening, Red helped Yellow lie down on the ground. “I'm sorry…” Yellow whispered, her body crumbling to dust.

Director: Snach Zyder

“Jesus Christ, that movie sucked!” Gray shouted as he walked out of the theater. “Wasn’t that movie meant to honor your heroic lot? What's the problem there?” King asked. “This isn't what happened when we joined the other heroes to fight Desolator! For starters, it was only Pink, Green, and I that disappeared, everyone else was fine! Next, the erasure was instantaneous, as well as the rejuvenation; so when we got brought back, we didn't even know what happened! We just blinked out of existence, and then we blinked back a few hours later! No time passed for us! And don't get me started on them shoehorning Quiver into this scene, she was on the Earth Defense Team! She wasn't even there!” Gray ranted. “Thank the stars, I thought you were going to comment on how they changed Quiver's uniform for younger audiences.” Rook sighed in relief. “Oh no, I understood why they put a skirt on her; Quiver's got her ass out most of the time, and while I do support freedom in what people wear, this movie's gonna have kids watching it.” Gray replied. “Doesn't she have an actual skirt for public appearances? I remember Queenie saying something like that.” King asked. “It’s not just her, lots of heroes have costumes they use for public events, since there's probably gonna be kids involved and they wanna leave a bit more to the imagination for their sake.” Gray explained. “Respectable.” Rook chimed in. “Amen.” King said in agreement.

#actirangers #really stupid #fanfic #I hope this works right

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richmond-junior-chess-blog · 3 months ago

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Easter Camp 2025 was held at Orleans Park School from Monday 14th to Thursday 17th April, with classes for Intermediate & Advanced students and for Beginners & Novices. There were two tournaments played: - Easter RR - for the top six players who attended all four days, there was an ECF rapid rated double Round-Robin - Easter Swiss - for the remaining Advanced and Intermediate players there was a ECF rapid rated Swiss. The games for the Easter RR can de downloaded in the following pgn file: RJCC Easter Advanced RR 2025-04-17.pgn. The theme for this Easter Camp was "Sicilian Defence". Each day the Intermediate and Advanced students studied different aspects of the Sicilian Defence. On Day 1 of the Easter Camp, White's common positional pawn sacrifice, e4-e5 was explored in connection with the game Kryvoruchko - Smirin, European Ch., Plovdiv 2008, which is nicely covered in the book Understanding Chess Middlegames (John Nunn, Gambit 2011, ISBN 978-1-906454-27-2). Smirin is a notedly strong Grandmaster, so it was interesting to see how quickly his defences were overrun with the help of this sacrifice. The various alternatives for both sides in the opening were also explored, giving the students the opportunity to discover some of the main variations of the Sicilian Defence. Some brief notes: - 10. e5!? gives White fine compensation for the pawn, with open lines and access to the e4 square for the knight, but the standard prophylactic moves 10. a4 and 10. Kh1 or development with 10. Qf3 are reasonable, quieter alternatives. There are many valid ways to play chess! - 10... Nfd7 11. Qg4 0-0 12. Qh3 g6 13. exd6 Bxd6 14. Ne4 would have given White an attack for free - 12. Bf4! makes the problem with the immediate acceptance of the sacrifice with 11... Qxe5 clear, as the Black queen gets driven to a precarious square, far from the centre. - 15. Ne4! threatens to eliminate the knight on f6, which defends against Bg4 winning the queen. It also prepares attacks against the queen with Nf2 or Ng5, e.g. 15... Nbd7 16. Nd4! (removing the queen's flight square on f5). - 15... e5 attempts to cover attacks against the queen with Bg4, but allows the e-file to be fatally opened against the uncastled Black king, as illustrated by the game. On Day 2 of the Easter Camp, Black's common positional exchange sacrifice, Rxc3 was explored in connection with the game Abergel - Negi, Cappelle la Grande, 2010, which again was nicely covered by John Nunn in his book. Some brief notes: - 5... a6 with the pawn on d6 and the knight on f6 defines the Najdorf variation. This is one of Black's most popular and uncompromising counter-attacking systems in the Sicilian Defence. - There are very many alternatives for White on move 6 in the Najdorf variation. In historical order, these are 6. Be2 (the Classical Variation, a favourite of World Champion Karpov, with unpretentious, but sound development), 6. a4 (a solid line, with prophylaxis against Black's intended b7-b5 advance), 6. Bg5 (aggressive, and for many years the mainline), 6. f4 (controlling e5 and preparing to push a pawn to e4 or e5, but loosening the dark squares on the kingside, this was particularly popular in the 1980s and 1990s), 6. Bc4 (the Sozin Attack, a favourite of the World Champion, Fischer, but perhaps the complicated lines now favour Black a little), 6. h3 (preparing the pawn push g4), 6. g3 (many variations of the Sicilian have a fianchetto variation, concerned with securing the pawn on e4, controlling d4 and eventually preparing an advance on the kingside), and finally 6. Be3 (the English Attack, the most popular line in the present day, White will play f3 to strengthen the e-pawn and prepare an eventual g4 push, castle queenside and may later attempt a kingside pawn storm ). A great variety of other moves have also been tried by strong players. - 6. Qf3 is a rather uncommon alternative, which sets some difficult traps for Black's development. For example 6... b5? 7. e5 with a double attack; 6... Nc6 7. Nxc6 bxc6 8. e5! is excellent for White; 6... Qc7 (often the square of choice for Black's queen, but here the Qf3 defends e4, freeing up the Nc3) 7. Nd5 Nxd5 8. exd5, again with a very pleasant position for White; 6... e5 (one of the main ideas in the Najdorf is e5, followed by a later equalising d5) 7. Nf5 leaving the knight aggressively placed, a 7... Bxf5 does not seem wise when White does not have to recapture with the e-pawn; 6. e6 (the Scheveningen small centre with pawns on e6 and d6 is very popular in the Najdorf) but here 7. g4! seems to lead to a strong type of Keres Attack - 6... g6 is fairly unusual in the Najdorf, but for the reasons given above, it is the main response to 6. Qf3, sometimes played after a preparatory 6... Nbd7. Setups which combine the Najdorf's a6 and the Dragon's g6 are sometimes called "Dragodorf" - 13... e5! It is very unusual in a Dragon type of set-up for Black to block his fianchettoed bishop in this manner. However, here it drives the bishop from defending the Nc3, preparing the exchange sacrifice. Perhaps White might have avoided this fate by retreating the knight with 11. Nb3 or 12. Nb3 - 14... Rxc3! is absolutely devastating. White's queenside pawn structure is shattered and his king is left without defence. The rest of the game is a entertaining and instructive procession of attacking moves by Black, with inevitable defeat for White. This exchange sacrifice on c3 should be second nature to an exponent of the Sicilian Defence. On Day 3, the Sveshnikov Variation was explored, followed by a thematic blitz tournament. Read the full article

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jondalars · 6 months ago

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movies, tv shows, and books of 2025

((* is a rewatch/reread; currently watching; can’t get through))

Are You the One (s1)

The Witch: Subversion (2018)

Kim Ji-young: Born 1982 (2019)

Trap (2024)

A Visit from the Goon Squad by Jennifer Egan

Love Scout (s1)

Aoshima-kun is a Bully! (s1)

The Reason We Fall in Love (s1)

Exhuma (2024)

Deal or No Deal Island (s2)

The Traitors (s3)

The Midnight Romance in Hagwon (s1)

Little Reunions by Eileen Chang

The Blossoming Love (s1)

My Beautiful Man (s1, s2) + Eternal (2023)

8 1/2 (1963)

Seven Samurai (1954)

Hidden Blade (2023)

Pride and Prejudice (1995) *

The Seventh Seal (1957)

Persuasion (2007) *

Flourished Peony (s1)

Severance (s1, s2)

Emma (2009) *

Dune (2021)

Mad Max: Fury Road (2015) *

La Chimera (2024)

Hwarang: The Poet Warrior Youth (s1)

A First Farewell (2018)

My Rainy Days (2009)

Farewell My Concubine (1993)

Perfect Days (2023)

Derailment (s1)

Study Group (s1)

Doctor Zhivago by Boris Pasternak

Civilization and Its Discontents by Sigmund Freud

The Smile Has Left Your Eyes (s1)

The King's Woman (s1)

The Queen of Attack (s1, s2)

Playful Kiss (s1)

2046 (2004)

Buddhism by Christmas Humphreys

Survivor (s48, s1*, s2*, s3*, s4*)

Killers of the Flower Moon: The Osage Murders and the Birth of the FBI by David Grann

Poor Things (2023)

Stranger in a Strange Land by Robert A. Heinlein

Conclave (2024)

Kingdom (s1, s2)

Fallen (2016)

The First Frost (s1)

The Hunger Games: The Ballad of Songbirds & Snakes (2023)

Priscilla (2023)

The Nice Guys (2016)

Sicario (2015)

Evil (s1)

Dune: Part Two (2024)

Melo Movie (s1)

Longlegs (2024)

Monkey Man (2024)

Evil Does Not Exist (2023)

The Boy and the Heron (2023)

Oblomov by Ivan Goncharov

Happiness (s1)

Love On the Edge of Divorce (s1)

The Quirky and the Charming (s1)

Juror #2 (2024)

Reset (s1)

The Residence (s1)

Love Reset (2023)

Si Jin (s1)

Yellowjackets (s3)

Nosferatu (2024)

The Substance (2024)

Million Dollar Secret (s1)

The Importance of Living by Lin Yutang

Rainkissed Fate (s1)

The Curse (s1)

Squid Game (s2)

City of Streamer (s1)

Strong Woman Do Bong Soon (s1)

The Glory (s1)

Gideon the Ninth by Tamsyn Muir

The Harder I Fight the More I Love You: A Memoir by Neko Case

Sadistic Love (s1)

Kill My Sins (s1)

Eat Run Love (s1)

All Fours by Miranda July

One of Them Days (2025)

Anyone's Ghost by August Thompson

Weak Hero (s2)

Sunrise on the Reaping by Suzanne Collins

Such a Good Love (s1)

The Devil's Plan (s2)

Perfect Match (s1)

The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes by Suzanne Collins

Dead Talents Society (2024)

Mala Influencia (2025)

The Rehearsal (s1, s2)

Marry Me Again (s1)

The Princess Bodyguard's Love (s1)

My Bossy Wife (s1)

The Influencer (s1)

The Forbidden Flower (s1)

Seal My Lips With a Kiss (s1)

Popstar: Never Stop Never Stopping (2016) *

Heart of Stone (s1)

The Prisoner of Beauty (s1)

The Comic Bang (s1)

The Leavers by Lisa Ko

Election (1999)

Careless People: A Cautionary Tale of Power, Greed, and Lost Idealism by Sarah Wynn-Williams

The Princess Royal (s1)

The Empusium: A Health Resort Horror Story by Olga Tokarczuk trans. Antonia Lloyd-Jones

Dear Liar (s1)

White Ivy by Susie Yang

Love and Sword (s1)

The First Night with the Duke (s1)

A Man Who Defies the World of BL (s1, s2)

House of Villains (s2)

Drive Your Plow Over the Bones of the Dead by Olga Tokarczuk trans. Antonia Lloyd-Jones

Yourself and Yours (2016)

Reborn (s1)

Peppermint Candy (1999)

The Unworthy by Agustina Bazterrica trans. Sarah Moses

Parable of the Sower by Octavia E. Butler

A Touch of Sin (2013)

Center Stage: Ruan Ling Yu (1991)

Bring It On, Ghost (s1)

The Dream Hotel by Laila Lalami

The Vegetarian by Han Kang

Tao Te Ching by Lao Tzu trans. James Legge

The Princess's Gambit (s1)

The Analects of Confucius by Confucius trans. James Legge

Grab Your Love (s1)

#personal #2025 #getting a little better at dropping things #note as of 5/30 - less tv more reading!!!!!

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AO3 | FFN Royai Week 2021 | Day 1 – King’s gambit/Queen’s gambit Rating: M (light drinking, sexual content) Genre: Lemon Word Count: 3,230

A/N: Happy Royai Week, everyone! Welcome to the spiciest thing I've written so far, which marks the first time I'm starting Royai Week with smut. I hope this feeds you well. Special shoutout to Mica for adding life to this with the gorgeous art! 😍

Something stirs in her; on one hand, it would be easy to call it yearning. But on the other, nothing that concerns Roy Mustang has ever been easy. Riza has always equated these things with methodical moves and calculated risks.

And so, for once, Riza pictures herself playing her game not for Roy’s sake, but for hers. She imagines that the stakes are different, the rules may be broken, and the only person she has ever wanted is both her gamble and her prize. She could have it all now—she need only play her piece.

———

Roy Mustang was made for a night like this. Handsome, stylish dress uniform, hair slicked back like a frame around his striking facial features, an air of dignity in his walk, his posture, even his gaze. He wears it all so well that he stands out from older, more distinguished company in the East City Hotel, where tonight, the Eastern Army is holding an extravagant ball in recognition of its recently promoted officers.

Riza is present as well, of course. For the occasion, she has traded her usual military attire for a blue satin gown with a flatteringly slender silhouette. A sash pinned with the insignia of her rank hangs from her shoulder to her hip. Having gone up the stage much earlier in the program for her own recognition, she has now retreated to the far end of the room, from where she’s got a full view of Roy as he waits to be called in front of the crowd.

Her promotion from Second to First Lieutenant is nowhere near as significant as his becoming Colonel, but it is no less her night than his. Selfish though the thought may be, it’s true that Roy owes this night to her, every title and every honor conferred to him. In every aspect of his life, she has made a crucial choice that allowed him to take a step in the right direction towards their goals—his goals that she has chosen to make her own.

“For the rank of Colonel, Roy Mustang…”

It was Riza’s choice to join him in the military, and it was this choice that has kept him on his path and his eyes on these goals. She has been devoted to his success just as much as to her act of atonement, but she was not subservient to either. Roy also carries with him the burden of their sins in Ishval. Her responsibility over his atonement means that she has more power than a subordinate would normally have under their superior. Anyone could be a dutiful subordinate or competent bodyguard, after all, but only she could be trusted with his life as well as his death.

“… the formidable Flame Alchemist…”

And it was her choice to reveal the secrets of flame alchemy, entrusted to her by her father, that first set him on the path towards his goals for the people and the country in the first place. Had she not trusted him, Roy would have searched further and longer for some other practice of alchemy. Had Riza chosen to die with her father’s secrets, Roy might not have come anywhere near who he is now.

“… and Hero of Ishval.”

Every choice she has made in their intertwined lives has determined the course of his, even when he should have been none of her concern. This was especially true in Ishval. She could have pulled the trigger at any time when she despised him most. She could have reversed the choice that brought him to Ishval. Riza chose instead to be an ally—a friend in a war where every other sense of humanity seemed to have been lost.

The Hero of Ishval was made through her actions; as was the Flame Alchemist; as was this shiny new Colonel Roy Mustang. As he is introduced by Lieutenant General Grumman, he takes his place at the center of the ballroom stage, and his titles and promotion seem all the more impressive due to the fact that he is the only new Colonel being recognized tonight. The crowd erupts in a reverent applause which Riza does not join in.

In different circumstances, if it weren’t for the very cards they have been dealt, tonight could have truly been happy, a cause for celebration. But their plans continue forming and unfolding; this game on which they have staked their lives does not pause. And so Riza watches him as she drinks her champagne, quietly imagining the steps they ought to take next, the moves they must plan, the sacrifices she must make in this gambit where she is both player and piece and he is the king set to take it all.

Her life is a game which she plays for Roy Mustang to win.

When his moment passes and the ceremony moves on, Roy descends from the stage, searching through the crowd for Riza. He finds her and meets her gaze across the room, and for a moment she wavers in her train of thought. She is familiar with this feeling. She has felt its pull before, but never this strongly, never with enough clarity so as to explicitly name him its object. How could she possibly feel it towards someone for whose sake she has forgotten her own needs and her own desires? How could she not be indifferent instead?

Riza leaves her champagne on a nearby table and turns in the opposite direction to walk off its effects. The party thankfully offers plenty enough distraction from the drink and from Roy. She meets a few colleagues here and there, makes small talk, and when she loses sight of Roy, she’s certain that he has been intercepted by people wishing to congratulate him or rub elbows with him for his prodigious rise through the ranks. She soon manages to extricate herself from the crowd and disappear from the ballroom.

———

“You should be celebrating tonight, Lieutenant.”

Riza knows that Roy has found her before he even speaks. She didn’t think that he would. She had wandered around the hotel until she found herself in distant, unfamiliar hallways decorated with beautiful artwork that she could admire until her intoxication had worn off enough to safely drive home. But there is no mistaking the sound of his footsteps or the scent of his perfume tinged with the liquor from the party. Part of her wants to disappear again, but his proximity in an otherwise deserted place seems to further slow down her currently unreliable reflexes.

Riza smiles dryly. “Does it matter if we received our actual promotions a week ago? We all know this is just an excuse to flatter ourselves and have a good time without spending our own money.” Roy smirks as she shakes her head. “Either way, I think I'll enjoy the party much better here, away from the crowd. But you're everyone's darling for the evening. They'll be wanting you back."

Roy sighs and rubs the side of his head, as if the very thought tires him. "I see enough of them at work. And there's going to be more of them around now, especially when we get transferred to Central. This night isn't about them."

The mention of Central causes Riza to bristle with alertness. She whips her head around to ascertain that the hallway is deserted. Behind her, she finds an intricately carved double door, and she quickly strides across the hallway to it. To her surprise, it is unlocked; the room beyond it appears to be dark and deserted. Riza shoots a glance at Roy as she enters. He swiftly follows.

Riza spots a nearby floor lamp just before she locks the door. For a moment, the room is pitch black, then Riza switches on the lamp. Its warm glow is just enough for her to make out Roy’s face and the silhouettes of the furniture in the room. They seem to have found themselves in a lavish parlour with a high-backed sofa and matching armchairs, a handsome tea table for two, a fireplace carved from white marble, and a vintage piano.

“I see you’re already making plans for proceeding to Central,” Riza begins. “We should be more careful about discussing them from now on, Colonel. Everyone has their eyes on you.”

Roy stares at her questioningly. Then, a small laugh breaks through his expression, and he shakes his head. “I’m not. I didn’t come looking for you to talk about our plans.”

She frowns. “What is it, then?”

“It’s just like I said. You should be celebrating tonight.” He draws what sounds like both a nervous breath and a laugh. “It wouldn’t have been right to enjoy the party without you. You’re the reason we’ve both come this far.” He pauses, and then his voice turns softer than before. There is no trace of a smile left in it or on his face. “I know you know that, Lieutenant.”

In the soft light, Roy’s face appears flushed, his features softer than they were when she watched him back at the ballroom. Riza doesn’t realize just how close he is until the scent of champagne on her is lost to his raspberry wine. Something stirs in her; on one hand, it would be easy to call it yearning. But on the other, nothing that concerns Roy Mustang has ever been easy. Riza has always equated these things with methodical moves and calculated risks.

But never in any of their plans or her own did she consider this a possible outcome, that Roy Mustang would be kissing her with one gentle hand on her face and another on her waist, or that the warmth of his body could be such a welcome comfort. He kisses her as if he has known for a long time just how closely he would need to lean in, how to tilt his head to the correct angle so that the curve of his lips would fit perfectly with hers. Riza senses this not because of unrestrained passion—on the contrary, Roy is perfectly still. The kiss is tender, but the rest of him is tense, as if it’s the only thing holding him together now. Or as if it’s the only thing he has held out for all this time.

Roy breaks away from her slowly, and it’s Riza whose heart is thundering in her chest. Perhaps, had the game been hers alone to play, it wouldn’t have led them so far so soon. Had it been she to approach him first, they might have only teetered over their fragile lines and not fully crossed to a point of no return. But Roy has taken her by surprise where the playing field has always seemed to be even between them. This, she cannot accept—she has never made a gamble that she did not see through. This will not change now.

She will play her game on her own terms.

Riza flings her arms over Roy’s shoulders as she kisses him, one hand running through his hair and undoing it back to the style she knows and likes best on him. It makes her want more—thank heavens that he realizes it right away. He responds so ardently that they stumble, so he steers her until she falls back against the piano and dissonant notes blare over their sighs. His hand runs down her side, over her hip and into the slit of her blue dress, where he reaches under her thigh and lifts it up against his leg.

But Riza refuses to give in so easily. She trails her hand down his front, all the way down to where he has started to turn hard. A gasp escapes him when she wraps her fingers around his erection and tugs at it. It gives her an opportunity to push back and reverse their positions so he is seated on the piano—it clangs unpleasantly again—and she is leaning over him as she makes short work of his jacket and his shirt to kiss his chest. The further down Riza drags her lips, the less familiar she is with the territory she is exploring, but she goes on until she brushes against that warm, rough outline. Riza tugs his trousers down, and when he springs free of his clothing, she takes Roy into her mouth.

He is exactly how she wants him right now, inelegant and vulnerable with his head hanging all the way back. Riza starts off slowly, but she is eager to figure out whether she can get him to unravel more quickly with her lips running back and forth along the length of him, or with her fingers massaging the base which her mouth cannot reach. His pleasure seems to build unhurriedly until she twists her tongue around, making him throb and moan quaveringly. She becomes hungry to hear more of him and picks up the pace, never mind that the effort is choking her. Roy grips her hair until it falls out of its pins, ultimately coming loose down her back. She goes, and goes, and she thinks he might be close, but then—

But then Roy pulls her up so he could kiss her, and Riza sighs in pleasure, and it isn’t enough for her just to watch him unravel anymore. She falls into him in a blissful, drunken haze, allowing him to kiss and caress her and unzip her dress. She could burst into flames at every part of her that he touches, even the scars that he had left on her back when their game was at its deadliest. He begins rubbing her between her legs, and there it hardly matters whether his touch flutters over her skin like candlelight or pushes as suddenly as lightning—the sensation just builds and builds, like a storm stirring up the sea.

How could he know so well what to do with her, how to give her just enough and yet leave her wanting more without ever having explored her this way before? The question is quickly lost in Riza’s mind as he finds other ways to arouse her. Now, he’s pulling the top of her dress down, switching positions with her again, alternating between kissing her lips and her breasts. It’s easy to follow him where he goes when he’s leading her through a dazzling trance, easier than it has ever been to follow him in any other way.

The storm slows only once as Roy’s lips brush against her ear with a stammering plea. “Do you want me to—can I keep going?”

Riza hardly recognizes the sound of her own voice when she gasps, “Please.”

Slowly, carefully, he enters her, with her dress hiked up above her hips. Despite the mild ache that comes with it at first, it feels better than anything she could have planned or imagined. Riza is shaking now. She buries her face in Roy’s neck and moans there, where only he can hear her, and she feels his excitement growing at the sound of it. He begins to thrust into her—clang, clang, clang, goes the piano—first at an even pace, which helps ease away her initial discomfort. When the tension disappears from her shoulders, she finds herself swaying against him hungrily. He varies from going exhilaratingly fast to tantalizingly slow—clang, clang, clang!—and at some point, she whimpers—

“Roy—"

It seems to awaken something feral in him. Everything he does with her is greedy now, from his kisses running clumsily from her neck to her lips and back, to his hands grabbing at every part of her that he can reach—and although she likes him like this, unhinged and at the same time in complete control, it makes her want to give him more than she is getting.

Riza pushes herself off the piano and into Roy, and he is more than willing to let her drive him down to the floor. There, she pulls at his hair as she kisses him, then shifts slightly so he can kiss her chest while she slowly sinks down and allows him back into her. Their rhythm is easier to find this time. She starts off at a pace that builds up the heat in her body just right, then later allows his hands and hips to guide her with more fervor and intent. Soon, the pleasure is just too close for her to wait any longer, and they are both overcome with an aching desperation—

“Roy”—she pleads, groans—“oh—"

“Riza—ahh—fuck—”

“Don’t stop, don’t stop—"

Roy climbs over her, snaking his arms around her to grab at her chest, and he enters her from behind without breaking their rhythm, thrusting vigorously until and throughout her release. The rush, the bliss, the high is simply unthinkable—Riza presses her forehead down and bites her own hand hard to keep herself from screaming. She sinks into an ungraceful sprawl on the floor, drenched in sweat and tremors and Roy’s weight all over her body, but also as feeling if she were made purely of her sensations, with no physical body at all.

A moment passes, or two, or an eternity before she turns to lie on her back. Roy has collapsed next to her and entangled with her, so he adjusts to make way for her. She then finds herself looking up at him; Roy is leaning over her, seeming like an entirely different person with his gentle gaze, his tousled hair, his clothes only barely clinging to his body. His clothes—a reminder of who he is, and therefore, the gravity of what they have just done.

The high subsides almost as quickly as it came over her.

The room is piercingly silent as they scramble back to their feet and several meters away from each other. They keep their backs turned as they smooth their clothes back onto themselves and comb their hair into some normal, unquestionable style. Riza’s senses settle back into rationality at last. This was not a different way to play their old game. This was a temporary escape, a rare exception to her life’s unwavering rules.

“Riza.”

It’s unsettling how he says her name as if it were what he normally calls her, so she does not respond. Surely, he understands that what has just transpired between them must remain in the past, in favor of the reality that they left outside the door. Surely, he knows as well as she does that that reality has already resumed before they have even left the room.

He calls her name again. Riza, again, refuses to acknowledge him.

“Lieutenant.”

Her resolve wavers for only a moment. Riza knows exactly what he is doing. She knows her own excuse for this lapse in judgment—she knows how to keep it from happening ever again. But she can tell by his current insistence and his earlier passion that he doesn’t consider this a mistake like she does. This is, after all, exactly how he plays the game—head on, without hesitation. Roy has broken the rules more thoroughly than she has. He would have done so without her instigation. He has made perfectly clear the gamble that he is willing to make for her.

Riza turns, brushing past Roy and out of the room without so much as looking at him—leaving him behind the door, leaving as much of her selfish desires as she can possibly let go of—because she knows she must keep him from gambling everything away.

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anna-dela-luz · 3 years ago

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Rogue/Gambit Week 2022

Day 1 - King and Queen of Thieves

This time around I took a more Comic-like approach in this illustration, it took me a long time so I hope you like it ❤

Anny

#rogue/gambitweek2022 #rogue/remyweek2022 #anna marie lebeau #Remy LeBeau #romy #Rogue #gambit #mr and mrs x #X-men #Marvel Comics #art #Fanart #digital art #comic #Illustration #my art

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Chess Blog Day #34 - The King's Gambit

The King's Gambit is characterised by the moves 1.e4 e5 f4.

It's pretty much a mirror of the Queen's Gambit. However, it's a very different opening because everything is happening on the side of the most vulnerable piece instead of the most mobile piece. And it is a real gambit. You're not getting that pawn back any time soon.

The idea is very simple. White wants to deflect black's pawn and form a perfect pawn centre.

Eventually, that is. If white plays 3.d4 immediately in response to 2...exf4 (the King's Gambit Accepted, or KGA) they get hit with 3...Qh4+ and have to move their king and are much worse.

The best response to the KGA is to play 3.Nf3 keeping the queen out of your business. Then white can continue to attack.

The main response to the King's Gambit other than accepting it is the Falkbeer countergambit. This is 2...d5.

Here white has to play one of 3.Nf3 or 3.exd5.

Don't ask me why. I don't play the King's Gambit!

If you do decide to play the King's Gambit you'll want to bear this in mind though.

The King's Gambit is one of the most exciting openings. White gives up the apparent safety of their king in exchange for control of the board, and the resulting positions are usually incredibly complex.

Now that we've covered d4 and e4 a fair bit, let's look at some other first moves.

Tomorrow: The English Opening.

#chess #opening #board game #strategy #king's gambit

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sharlulu · 3 years ago

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𝐈𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞

Or how would it be like to play chess with union members

Wolf Keum

Surprisingly, Wolf plays chess pretty well. The only downside, however, is that he is an extremely unstable player. He can make truly genius moves, but at the same time he is often very rash - and that leads to a lot of blunders

Wolf is the kind of player that never resigns. He continues even when he only has pawns to go against your bishops and knight. Maybe because of his pride, he would rather let the checkmate play out than give up. By no means is he doing this to try to win against you by making you run out of time or to offend you in any way*. Like in his real battles, he doesn't stop unless completely defeated

He once refused to accept your draw so you checkmated him out of spite.

Wolf is also an aggressive player. One time he brought out his king to the center of the board... It didn't end well. As he later said "Desperate situations require desperate actions"

Playing chess with him is quite pleasant occasionally. It's one of the few moments when he is completely calm, observing the chess board, thinking about your next move

You still remember vividly that one time you two played a blitz game with money at stake. Wolf only had 3 seconds left on his clock, so you were sure that you'd win. The moment he moved his queen from across the board, however, was also the first time you lost your composure in a game. While you were pacing around and swearing, Wolf just laughed, amused at how you managed to miss mate in 1 (he was also really happy that he beat you!). Needless to say, that day you lost the bet and also the money :)

Jake Ji

You can't convince me that he is good at chess

He knows all the grandmasters/promising youngsters and watches the tournaments but doesn't know how to play it

Learned chess because he saw some TV series cough Queen's gambit about it and thought that it was cool

He once tried to pull a Fool's mate on you. He lost :)

Every time a game starts he asks you where to put his king "Was it on the e square or d square?"

Has never won against you, but also doesn't agree to you playing with handicaps. As he says "I only want to win against you when you are at your best. Victories obtained otherwise won't satisfy me"

His moves are generally along the lines of "It looks symmetric this way!" Basically they are random

Plays checkers with chess pieces...

Jimmy Bae

Since everyone generally agrees that he has a great grandma, I'm going to assume that she was the one who taught him how to play chess

Before he met you, he thought that he was a genius (i mean, his opponents were literally Helmet and the like, of course he would win every time)

Your first game ended with him swiping all the figures off the board to the ground- Because he couldn't accept his defeat.

You thought that was going to be your last game against him, but he just kept coming to you, asking for a rematch

Though they all end violently, he does get better every next game :)

He had no idea what endgames were, until you taught him. Then he learned them all in a single day ;)

Thought that you cheated when you captured en passant, was very embarrassed afterwards when he learned that it was a real move

Hwangmo Ju

You are definitely the person who taught him how to play chess

But sadly, he is awful at it тт-тт

Hwangmo, unlike Wolf, resigns the moment he thinks he's going to lose. So your games with him are usually short

The only times he doesn't resign is when he can't see the inevitable checkmate. Unlike wolf, who lets the game continue just because, Hwangmo genuinely doesn't notice it.

He definitely needs at least 5 seconds to process that he was checkmated. One time he even wanted to move his knight before you kindly reminded him that he'd lost the game :)

While Hwangmo does enjoy playing chess with you, he also understands that he isn't that good at it. Until he played against another Ganghak student. He won. Splendidly. As they say, everything is learned in comparison

Donald Na

The first and perhaps last time you've ever won against him was the first time you two played together

Donald has very little time, so he rarely indulges you in playing chess. When he does agree, you usually only play blitz. And well, your skills at it aren't what you'd call the best, therefore you rarely win

While it appears that he is extremely good without practicing, he actually analyzes chess games every evening during his free time

Though he doesn't admit it, beating you is becoming harder for him day by day, so he practices in order not to lose

Forrest Lee

This sweetheart learned chess just to be able to play with you 🥰

You were in the hospital at that time, bored out of your mind, so he came with a chessboard and kept you entertained the whole day

He isn't very good at it right now, but he is a fast learner

Went to cheer you on on all your games

Bought you an expensive limited edition chess set for your birthday

Honestly, the best one out of all union boys

I'm sorry Forrest, I ran out of things to write 😭

Bonus:

Rowan Im

Recommends everyone to play on lichess saying "The only reason you're playing on chess.com is because you haven't tried lichess"

Definitely the type that tries to flag his opponent**

Once during an over-the-board game you didn't notice that you'd forgotten to press the clock. He just sat there "thinking" while waiting for you to run out of time. You lost :(

* Why is it disrespectful to not resign in chess? To resign a game is to acknowledge that your opponent has reached a position so strong that only through gross mistakes would he/she lose. Not resigning can be considered disrespectful because it assumes your opponent will in fact make such mistakes

** Flagging in chess refers to the act of winning (or drawing) a game on time. Flagging is more usual in blitz and bullet games since players often get in time trouble in faster time controls.

Dirty flagging is playing from a losing or drawing position and then winning because your opponent's time runs out - usually by throwing in extraneous or sacrificial checks to force your opponent's time to run low.

(From chess.com)

A/n: yay, I finally wrote something not only about wolf!! To be honest, I'm just like Jake in chess(( I know the theory, but in practice I always make terrible blunders 😖 basically I play awfully (I learned chess when I was like 7 but then quit after 2 years)

I wanted to add something about eunjang boys, too, but I didn't have anything left to write. The only scenario I had suited Rowan-

#weak hero x reader #weak hero scenarios #wolf keum #weak hero #weak hero webtoon #wolf keum x reader #jake ji #forrest lee #jimmy bae #donald na #rowan im #hwangmo ju

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