#Gift 4 mystery

[designernishiki]

I feel like I liked yakuza 5 a lot more than most people for some reason

[bloodtwin]

𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐠  。 。 。

             latest grave robbed: christmas gifts 。 

@silvertiefling ⸻ ❝ "Puck, Ember says she needs your help wrapping gifts - do not laugh when you see what she made us, she worked hard on it, got it?" ❞

             AN   AFFRONTED   SQUAWK   in reply. ❝ Excuse me ！I would never laugh at my perfect angel's gifts & creations, thank you very much. ❞ 

The sheer audacity of this woman to think anything otherwise . . .   So insulting, honestly.  

             。 。 。 。 。 。 。 。 。

 

Upon returning from helping their daughter wrap presents, Puck bows his head in shame. ❝ I may have giggled. Just a little. ❞

[squatch-and-stretch]

Silver | Xe/xem, They/them, It/its | 24

Hi, I’m Silver! For now I’m real into Gravity Falls, especially all things Mystery Trio. I just think they’re neat.

Feel free to send me asks and messages! I might not always be the best at replying to all of them, but rest assured I gaze upon them and smile.

Main Blog: @silverbreeze424

Ao3 (cartoon pseud): squatch-and-stretch

Tags:

Silver tongues (talk tag) for text posts

Silver scribbles (art tag) for finished art

Silver sketches (doodle tag) for doodles/sketches

Silver scribe (writing tag) for my writing

4(7) me (gift art) for stuff folks make for me

Mystery Trio Through the Multiverse AU for my rather self-explanatory little Gravity Falls au.

Axolotl’s Acolyte AU for my less self-explanatory little Gravity Falls au where Fiddleford is possessed by the Axolotl.

I don’t do DNIs but Stancest shippers this blog is not for you.

[cherrymerrymuffin]

Mystery Fair & Hunt 4 .Princess Stuff. von .Princess Stuff. Über Flickr: Mystery Fair & Hunt! Eventlocation: maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Imperial%20Ar/101/124/13 Infos: harambeehunts.blogspot.com/p/mystery-fair-hunt-lms-prizes... There are so many Cute Huntitems to find & so much Stores with so many FREE GIFTs! xoxo Catherine <3

[suppermariobroth]

In Mario Party 4, the main group of hosts (Toad, Shy Guy, Koopa, Goomba and Boo) are using the power of the mysterious Party Cube to celebrate the player characters' birthdays, including gifting them presents. At no point during the game is any malice or selfishness attributed to their motivations.

However, the 2002 official guide for the game instead slanders several of the hosts by claiming that they are using the party as a front for obtaining money (ignoring the fact that it is the hosts themselves that give the players the money as part of the game to begin with) or that Boo's minions steal from the players (ignoring that Boos only steal from players on behalf of other players, and do not keep the money or stars stolen).

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[astrologydray]

Neptune through the degrees 🧜🏽‍♂️🧜🏽‍♀️

🧜🏽‍♀️Neptune represents dreams, illusions, spirituality, creativity, and transcendence. The degree it occupies in your birth chart fine-tunes how you experience intuition, fantasy, escapism, and spiritual awareness.

🧜🏽‍♂️Since Neptune moves very slowly, it’s generational, but the degree it sits at in your chart adds a unique personal imprint to its energy.

0° Neptune – The Pure Mystic

• Deeply intuitive, with a strong connection to unseen realms.

• Can be highly idealistic or lost in dreams.

• A natural spiritual seeker.

1° Neptune – The Visionary Pioneer

• A bold dreamer, unafraid to explore new spiritual or artistic paths.

• Can struggle with grounding their visions in reality.

• Charismatic yet mysterious energy.

2° Neptune – The Devoted Believer

• A strong sense of faith, devotion, and spiritual discipline.

• Can be overly trusting or easily influenced by illusions.

• Drawn to religious or mystical experiences.

3° Neptune – The Enchanted Storyteller

• Natural talent for storytelling, poetry, and imagination.

• Can blur the line between reality and fiction.

• A gift for channeling higher wisdom through words.

4° Neptune – The Gentle Healer

• Deep compassion and healing abilities.

• Strong emotional sensitivity, which can lead to escapism.

• Drawn to holistic medicine or alternative healing practices.

5° Neptune – The Magnetic Dreamer

• Charismatic and naturally attractive to others.

• Can inspire through art, music, or spiritual insights.

• Needs to be mindful of self-deception or delusions.

6° Neptune – The Empathic Visionary

• Extremely sensitive to the energy of people and places.

• Can struggle with boundaries or absorbing others’ emotions.

• Psychic or intuitive abilities are strong.

7° Neptune – The Free Spirit of Illusions

• Highly independent in their spiritual or artistic journey.

• May have unconventional beliefs or a unique creative vision.

• Can drift between reality and fantasy.

8° Neptune – The Powerfully Intuitive One

• Magnetic, with a mysterious and compelling presence.

• Can tap into collective energies and channel wisdom.

• Needs to avoid manipulation or deceptive influences.

9° Neptune – The Cosmic Adventurer

• Drawn to spiritual journeys, travel, or astral experiences.

• Can struggle with restlessness or feeling lost in the physical world.

• A seeker of higher truth beyond ordinary limits.

10° Neptune – The Master of Dreams

• Strong creative and spiritual potential.

• Can manifest visions into reality with focus and discipline.

• Needs to balance imagination with practicality.

11° Neptune – The Electric Mystic

• Has sudden flashes of insight and genius.

• Can experience spiritual awakenings or shocking realizations.

• Drawn to futuristic or progressive spiritual ideas.

12° Neptune – The Dream Weaver

• Can create entire worlds through imagination.

• Strong connection to dreams and subconscious messages.

• Needs to avoid getting lost in illusions or fantasy.

13° Neptune – The Charismatic Idealist

• Inspires others through idealism and artistic expression.

• Can be a dreamer who struggles with harsh reality.

• Must learn discernment in spiritual and romantic matters.

14° Neptune – The Mysterious Creator

• Gifted in music, art, or spiritual expression.

• Can be deeply private about personal dreams and beliefs.

• May have a secretive or enigmatic presence.

15° Neptune – The Spiritual Balancer

• Seeks harmony between the material and spiritual world.

• Can have a talent for diplomacy and understanding others.

• Needs to avoid people-pleasing or deceptive tendencies.

16° Neptune – The Faithful Seeker

• Has a deep connection to higher guidance.

• Can feel guided by fate, destiny, or divine intervention.

• Needs to cultivate inner strength and independence.

17° Neptune – The Karmic Mystic

• Intense past-life connections and karmic lessons in spirituality.

• May have vivid dreams or memories of other lifetimes.

• Needs to release illusions and embrace higher truth.

18° Neptune – The Deep Soul

• Profound emotional and spiritual depth.

• Can experience deep transformations through dreams and intuition.

• May struggle with periods of depression or isolation.

19° Neptune – The Illusionist

• Gifted at creating illusions in art, media, or perception.

• Can be highly persuasive but must avoid deception.

• Needs to use creative gifts for positive influence.

20° Neptune – The Architect of Visions

• Able to build dreams into reality with patience.

• Has a strong ability to channel spiritual messages into structured work.

• Needs to avoid perfectionism or fear of failure.

21° Neptune – The Messenger of the Unseen

• Naturally gifted at receiving and sharing mystical insights.

• May be drawn to divination, astrology, or mediumship.

• Needs to stay grounded while working with higher energies.

22° Neptune – The Master of Spiritual Power

• Strong manifestation abilities—what they envision can come true.

• Needs to be mindful of ethical responsibilities with spiritual knowledge.

• Can struggle with control issues in relationships.

23° Neptune – The Bold Dreamer

• Willing to take risks in creative or spiritual pursuits.

• Can push boundaries of traditional beliefs or artistry.

• Needs to avoid reckless idealism or blind faith.

24° Neptune – The Profound Romantic

• Sees love as a spiritual experience.

• May have highly karmic or fated relationships.

• Needs to balance fantasy with realistic expectations in love.

25° Neptune – The Guardian of Secrets

• Deeply intuitive and private about their spiritual experiences.

• May hold or uncover hidden knowledge.

• Needs to avoid paranoia or unnecessary secrecy.

26° Neptune – The Silent Visionary

• Prefers to work behind the scenes in creative or spiritual fields.

• Has deep wisdom but may struggle to express it openly.

• Needs to share their gifts without fear of judgment.

27° Neptune – The Cosmic Healer

• Strong connection to spiritual healing and compassion.

• Can have a mystical or shamanic presence.

• Needs to protect their energy from negative influences.

28° Neptune – The Restless Dreamer

• A seeker of spiritual truth, always searching for deeper meaning.

• Can struggle with feeling disconnected from reality.

• Needs to focus on grounding their visions into something tangible.

29° Neptune – The Karmic Illusionist

• A highly fated placement—this person is finishing a spiritual cycle.

• May experience extreme highs and lows in spirituality, love, or creativity.

• Needs to master disscernment and clarity before moving to a new life phase.

[s-u-f-j-a-n-s-t-e-v-e-n-s]

"Sufjan Stevens Announces Carrie & Lowell - 10th Anniversary Edition – Out May 30 

This May, Asthmatic Kitty Records celebrates the ten-year anniversary of Carrie & Lowell with an expanded double-LP album that includes seven previously unreleased bonus tracks, a 40-page art book, and a new essay by Sufjan Stevens. The deluxe edition also offers an alternative cover: a full-framed version of the original Polaroid zoomed out to reveal the photo’s caption written in a child’s handwriting—“Carrie & Lowell”—disclosing the source of the album title (it was written by Sufjan's sister Djamilah). The new edition was designed by Sufjan himself: the 40-page booklet contains various collages of vintage family photos spanning four generations interfused with artwork and drawings (on themes of death, dying, grief and the state of Oregon) as well as landscape photos Sufjan took while traveling across the western U.S. over a decade ago.

The original album is preserved on disc one, while disc two contains 40 minutes of extras, including demo versions of "Death With Dignity," "Should Have Known Better," "The Only Thing," and "Eugene". Expansive outtakes of "Fourth of July" and "Wallowa Lake Monster" are also included, both featuring a more cinematic mood. The final gem is the original demo of "Mystery of Love”, which was recorded around the same time as Carrie & Lowell. This song was scrapped for the album but later re-worked and re-recorded for Luca Guadagnino’s Call Me By Your Name.

Carrie & Lowell was the result of an immensely difficult process in which Sufjan’s songwriting – usually a salve – failed him in the wake of his mother’s death. He was eventually led out of a cycle of creative doubt with a rare handover of production duties to Thomas Bartlett. In wrestling with darkness and devastation, life and death, Sufjan was eventually able to begin making sense of the beauty and ugliness of love.

Sufjan toured the album and personally connected his findings with his listeners, a beautiful hand-over of sorts happened - making these songs those of the listeners and their lives and losses and complexities.Since the album’s release the live tour was turned into a live album, so surprisingly celebratory and cathartic as to become something else entirely. Outtakes, remixes, and iPhone notes have been shared via Sufjan’s The Greatest Gift mixtape as well as a collection of “Fourth of July” versions that took one moment from the album and explored its every crevice.

Ten years on, this anniversary edition does things differently to those other treasures. Rather than deconstructing the album or building on it and continuing its legacy, this edition takes the listener back to the moments leading up to and including its release. Carrie & Lowell is presented in its full form once again, alongside a glimpse of the different roads it could have taken. There are new corners to explore, photographic realising of moments previously only lyrically painted, direct reflection from the album’s creator, subtly different weight on certain syllables that speak to Sufjan’s mind right before he shared it with the world.

Carrie & Lowell -10th Anniversary Edition Tracklist

Disc 1:

1. Death with Dignity 2. Should Have Known Better 3. All of Me Wants All of You 4. Drawn To the Blood 5. Eugene 6. Fourth of July 7. The Only Thing 8. Carrie & Lowell 9. John My Beloved 10. No Shade in the Shadow of the Cross 11. Blue Bucket of Gold

Disc 2:

Death with Dignity (Demo)

Should Have Known Better (Demo)

Eugene (Demo)

The Only Thing (Demo)

Mystery Of Love (Demo)

Wallowa Lake Monster (Version 2)

Fourth of July (Version 4)

Carrie & Lowell - 10th Anniversary Edition is now available to pre-order / pre-save here. All pre-orders will include a lyric postcard featuring artwork designed by Sufjan. 

“Mystery of Love” may be widely known from the film Call Me By Your Name, but it began as an early demo during the Carrie & Lowell era. Now released as the first single from Carrie & Lowell – 10th Anniversary Edition, this version presents the song in its original, intimate form.

Video directed and produced by Rena Johnson. Original artwork and select photos by Sufjan Stevens. Archival photos and 8mm film provided by Sufjan Stevens and additional assets provided by Rena Johnson.

Ten years of 'Carrie & Lowell'. Explore the full story in our new comprehensive archive, featuring 'Carrie & Lowell 'and its six companion releases. Photos, video, essays and other materials, gathered in one place for the first time.

WWW.CL.SUFJAN.COM" - Originally posted by Asthmatic Kitty Records

[decarabias]

akechi's rank 3 is the gift that keeps giving because the intro before it starts confirms that:

akechi has an in-universe fandom

said fandom pays close attention to his whereabouts, who he hangs out with, etc.

akechi monitors what's being said about him online

and since he by his own admission doesn't really have any other close friends, this means that as his confidant progresses, his fanbase is undoubtedly like "who is this mysterious glasses guy who keeps hanging out with akechi? why are they hitting up popular date spots?”

and like, internet gonna internet. half his fanbase thinks they're dating. another faction ships him with the leader of the phantom thieves. akechi watches this go down while experiencing the full spectrum of human emotion. someone says ren looks kind of generic and akechi is seconds from penning a defensive response on his burner account before he's like "what the fuck am i even doing" and clears 4 floors of mementos in one go to cope.

[mystery-twin-mystery-bags]

NEW STAN-CO AD JUST DROPPED!

They say that money can't buy happiness, but it can buy you a Mystery Twin Mystery Bag so that's essentially the same thing. With the holidays coming to a close, now is the perfect time to secure your own bag! Preorders are open now until January 15th!

Shop | Kofi All proceeds go to aid for Gaza.

Art by @gin-juice-tonic

Image Description:

Image 1: Stan Pines, in his Mr. Mystery attire, stands in front of a yellow background with favorite red and orange question marks. He is smiling at the camera and holding cash and credit card. He says, "Hey folks, were YOU given the best gift of all these past few holi-days? The gift of spending power? You know what I'm talking about. Some cold hard cash? Or maybe one of those checkout aisle gift card things that look like credit cards?"

Image 2: Stan is still smiling at the camera, holding up a finger. "If you answered 'yes' to one or more of those questions, I've got some friendly advice for you. You're gonna want to USE that spending power on something that'll really impress. Something that'll make your unspecified designated gift-giver say 'They spent that money we gave them so good! We should give them more money!'"

Image 3: Close up on Stan grabbing a Mystery Twin Mystery Bag, which is a navy blue pouch with Dipper and Mabels's zodiac symbols in the Palestinian flag colors. Stan says, "And I've got just the thing you need to buy to make that happen!"

Image 4: Stan pulls out a key chain of himself and points at it while smiling; the keychain mirrors him. "A keychain of ME!* Nothing says 'Financially Savvy' like your old pal Granule Stan. *Keychain depicted here not representative of any of the actual keychains being sold. The real ones are much nicer.

Image 5: Stan stands looking proud of himself, tugging on the collar of his suit. "Buying one of our Mystery Twin Mystery Bags will have your gift givers dipping right into their retirement funds to pensions just to get more money to hand out to ya, guaranteed! Or my name's not Stanford F. Pines."

[mysteryshoptls]

SSR Idia Shroud - Room Relaxation Voice Lines

Whew... Finally that pesky sun's gone down... Now, it's my turn to shine!

Summon: Fheeheehee, once I change into these clothes, I'm utterly invincible!! ...K, guess I'll go grab the birthday voice lines from my games, then.

Groovification: I wake up on my birthday with horrible bedhead and stiff joints everywhere after falling asleep during gaming... Ah, another wonderfully normal day!

Home: This is when my true form is unlocked...!

Swap Looks: I can fix my bedhead in a snap, so.

Home Transition 1: Haaah～ I need more soft things to cuddle... Maybe I'll buy a kitty-shaped cushion as a birthday gift for myself...

Home Transition 2: Cater-shi and the other guys in my class said to come by the classroom on my birthday and they'll celebrate with me... Well, unfortunately, I've got a stomachache planned for that day...

Home Transition 3: I snuck out to the Mystery Shop in the middle of the night and saw someone that looked just like Epel-shi covertly buying huge chunks of jerky. Or, was that a dream?

Home Transition - Login: Oh, a new high score! Looks like with the new memory upgrade, both me and my computer have gotten better! Fheeheehee!

Home Transition - Groovy: I can't believe he heard my mumbling to myself... A beastman's ーor ratherー Jack-shi's sense of hearing is something to be feared.

Home Tap 1: I may hate exercise, but I could dance and cheer to my fav idols for hours on hours... Never underestimate a fanboy's potential!

Home Tap 2: If I braided my hair like Jamil-shi does, maybe it'd look cool, like a flame whip... Nah, I'd definitely get teased for it. Nevermind.

Home Tap 3: Ah! Ortho's gonna get mad at me again that I left all my manga laying around. Guess I'll just have to clean it up with a bit of magic.

Home Tap 4: Why've there been waaaay too many good anime to watch recently!? I got not time to watch everything, there's still older masterpieces and movie adaptions I need to watch too!!

Home Tap 5: Since I'm just a shut-in pretty much all the time, it's not like I've set aside clothes for lounging and clothes for going out. I've even gone to town wearing this... You got a problem with that?

Home Tap - Groovy: Oh, this? It's a limited edition Premo shirt from one of their live performances. Hey, wait, you better not buy one from a reseller just 'cause they don't sell it anymore. Don't do it!

Duo: [IDIA]: I'm getting birthday wishes... from Jack-shi!? [JACK]: 'Cause it's your birthday, Idia-senpai!

Birthday Login Message: Hi... Need something from me? ...My birthday? Oh, well, now that you mention it! Th-Thanks... I completely forgot after Ortho wished me a happy birthday this morning... Did I get anything from anyone else? Wh-Wh-Why're you asking a loner like me that!? I p-pretty much just avoid everyone else, so. The most I did today was play with Azul-shi during our Boardgame Club time... Obviously I utterly crushed him!! ...Eh, you think he went easy on me 'cause it was my birthday? Uh-huh... If you really think that, how about a game, then? Don't come crying to me later after you lose, though, fheehee.

Requested by @farfalla049.

[esotericalchemist]

𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐓𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐬 𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐀𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐬 ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

TikTok (Matrix of Destiny) - Masterlist - YouTube (subliminals)

The Ancestral Zone in the Matrix of Destiny reflects the karmic tasks and spiritual gifts passed down through generations. It reveals the lessons and patterns inherited from one’s lineage, offering guidance on how to heal, grow, and fulfill ancestral expectations. Each energy in this zone carries unique wisdom, such as fostering love, breaking cycles, or embracing transformation. By understanding these influences, one can honor their heritage, align with their purpose, and create a positive legacy for future generations.

Calculate your Matrix of Destiny here:

Matrix of Destiny calculator

( if that one does not work, use the following link: alternative calculator)

Where to look?

2 - The High Priestess

Protect and Honor Knowledge: Safeguard sacred truths and use your discernment to share them only with those ready to understand.

Trust Your Intuition: Strengthen and rely on your inner guidance to navigate life's complexities.

Cultivate Stillness: Develop practices of introspection and meditation to connect with deeper spiritual truths.

Reveal Hidden Layers: Help others uncover their own hidden potential and understand the mysteries of existence.

Balance Inner and Outer Worlds: Harmonize your private inner world with your external actions, creating authenticity in your life.

Be a Guardian of Sacred Feminine Energy: Embody qualities of receptivity, patience, and nurturing wisdom to heal and inspire.

3 - The Empress

Cultivate Growth: Use your creativity and care to nurture people, projects, and ideas to fruition.

Honor Relationships: Build harmonious and meaningful connections that foster mutual support and love.

Embrace the Divine Feminine: Celebrate qualities such as receptivity, intuition, and compassion, creating balance and beauty in life.

Manifest Abundance: Channel your creative energy into tangible results that benefit yourself and others.

Foster Community: Use your nurturing abilities to bring people together and create supportive environments.

Heal Ancestral Patterns: Address unresolved issues in your lineage by embodying the energy of unconditional love and growth.

4 - The Emperor

Build Foundations: Establish strong, lasting systems—be it in family, career, or community—that provide security for future generations.

Lead with Authority: Take responsibility for guiding others, making decisive and fair choices that inspire trust.

Create Stability: Serve as a stabilizing force, offering dependability and resilience in times of uncertainty.

Protect and Provide: Ensure the well-being of those under your care, acting as a guardian and provider.

Uphold Discipline: Approach challenges with focus, perseverance, and a commitment to excellence.

Empower Others: Use your strength and influence to uplift and empower those who rely on you.

5 - The Hierophant

Pursue Lifelong Learning: Dedicate yourself to understanding profound truths and acquiring valuable knowledge.

Share Wisdom: Act as a teacher or guide, imparting insights to help others grow and evolve.

Preserve Sacred Teachings: Protect and honor traditions and knowledge passed down through your lineage.

Lead by Example: Model a life of integrity and wisdom, inspiring others through your actions.

Bridge the Spiritual and Practical: Harmonize spiritual truths with everyday life to create meaning and balance.

Resolve Karmic Cycles: Use your understanding of life’s patterns to address and heal ancestral imbalances.

6 - The Lovers

Choose Love Over Fear: Make decisions that prioritize love, trust, and compassion in every aspect of your life.

Heal Emotional Wounds: Resolve past conflicts and foster forgiveness within your lineage and relationships.

Cultivate Harmonious Relationships: Build strong, authentic bonds with family, friends, and partners.

Embody Self-Love: Nurture your own emotional well-being as a foundation for loving others fully.

Promote Unity: Act as a bridge to bring people together, dissolving divisions and fostering collective harmony.

Inspire Through Love: Demonstrate the transformative power of love to heal, connect, and create a better future.

7 - The Chariot

Take Control of Your Journey: Seize the reins of your life, steering it with confidence and intention.

Pursue Progress Relentlessly: Overcome obstacles and move steadily toward your goals, embodying resilience and focus.

Embrace Change: Adapt to shifting circumstances with courage, seeing them as opportunities for growth.

Inspire Others to Act: Lead by example, encouraging others to take charge of their destinies.

Balance Forces: Harmonize your instincts and intellect, maintaining control over inner and outer conflicts.

Create Momentum for Future Generations: Lay a path that enables your lineage to continue moving forward with strength and purpose.

8 - Justice

Act with Integrity: Make decisions that reflect honesty, balance, and moral clarity, regardless of the circumstances.

Restore Ancestral Balance: Address karmic imbalances in your lineage by seeking resolution and harmony in relationships and situations.

Be a Beacon of Fairness: Stand as an advocate for equality and justice within your family, community, and beyond.

Hold Yourself Accountable: Accept responsibility for your actions, ensuring they align with your highest values.

Discern Truth from Illusion: Use your insight to navigate complexities, uncovering and acting on the deeper truths of situations.

Uplift Future Generations: Lay a foundation of fairness and ethical strength that will benefit those who come after you.

9 - The Hermit

Pursue Inner Wisdom: Dedicate time to self-reflection and spiritual exploration, discovering profound truths about life and self.

Shine the Light for Others: Share your insights and experiences to guide others through their challenges and uncertainties.

Honor Solitude: Embrace periods of isolation as opportunities to connect with your higher self and ancestral guidance.

Break Cycles of Ignorance: Use your wisdom to identify and resolve patterns of unawareness or stagnation in your lineage.

Cultivate Patience: Approach life’s lessons with acceptance and persistence, trusting the unfolding process

.Lead with Quiet Strength: Influence others not through force, but through your example of contemplation, clarity, and calmness.

10 - The Wheel of Fortune

Embrace the Cycles of Life: Recognize that both triumphs and challenges are part of a greater rhythm and purpose.

Turn Karmic Wheels: Resolve ancestral patterns by consciously choosing actions that lead to healing and progress.

Adapt to Change: Accept shifts in circumstances with resilience, seeing them as opportunities to grow and realign.

Seize Fortuitous Moments: Be alert to opportunities that arise, taking decisive action when the time is right.

Trust the Divine Plan: Surrender to the flow of life’s unfolding, trusting that all events serve a higher purpose.

Lead Others Through Transitions: Act as a guide for those struggling to navigate their own cycles of change and evolution.

11 - Strength

Master Inner Strength: Cultivate the ability to face life’s challenges with calmness, patience, and determination.

Transform Struggles into Growth: Use adversity as a tool for personal empowerment and spiritual evolution.

Tame Instincts: Balance raw emotions and impulses with self-discipline and wisdom, creating harmony within.

Be a Pillar for Others: Act as a source of support and inspiration, encouraging those around you to find their own strength.

Empower the Lineage: Address inherited patterns of fear or disempowerment, replacing them with resilience and courage.

Demonstrate Compassionate Power: Show that true strength lies not in domination, but in gentleness and understanding.

12 - The Hanged Man

Surrender to Growth: Accept life’s challenges and sacrifices as necessary steps for spiritual and personal evolution.

Serve a Higher Purpose: Dedicate your efforts to causes that benefit not only yourself but also your family and community.

Release Ego: Let go of attachments to personal gain or recognition, focusing on collective well-being.

Transform Suffering: Use pain or hardship as a catalyst for deeper understanding and empowerment.

Break Cycles of Stagnation: Address inherited patterns of resistance or fear, paving the way for progress and renewal.

Be a Beacon of Resilience: Inspire others by demonstrating strength, patience, and the ability to rise above difficulties.

13 - Death

Release the Old: Let go of outdated beliefs, habits, and patterns that no longer serve you or your family.

Transform Through Loss: Use experiences of endings and separations as opportunities for personal and spiritual growth.

Break Generational Cycles: Address and dismantle karmic patterns that have kept your lineage stagnant or bound.

Empower Renewal: Create space for new opportunities and growth by fully embracing the necessity of change.

Guide Others Through Change: Help those in your family and community navigate their own transitions with grace and resilience.

Honor the Cycles of Life: Recognize the inevitability and beauty of life’s transformations, embracing them with acceptance and understanding.

14 - Temperance

Restore Ancestral Balance: Heal discord within your lineage by bringing harmony to relationships and unresolved conflicts.

Live in Equilibrium: Cultivate a balanced approach to life, avoiding extremes in emotions, behaviors, or decisions.

Blend Opposites: Integrate conflicting energies or perspectives within yourself and your family, creating unity from duality.

Foster Peace and Healing: Serve as a mediator and peacemaker, helping others reconcile their differences.

Adapt Gracefully: Navigate changes and challenges with calmness and flexibility, teaching others to do the same.

Create Sustainable Growth: Lay a foundation of balanced effort and steady progress for future generations to thrive.

15 - The Devil

Break the Chains: Liberate yourself and your lineage from inherited patterns of addiction, fear, or control.

Transform Shadow Energy: Use the power of your shadow aspects to fuel growth and self-awareness rather than self-destruction.

Confront Illusions: See through deceptions and false beliefs that have kept you or your family bound to negative cycles.

Claim Personal Power: Assert your autonomy and use your strength to create freedom and empowerment for yourself and others.

Transmute Ancestral Pain: Heal unresolved trauma in your lineage by addressing and transforming it into a source of resilience.

Guide Others Through Darkness: Help those around you face and overcome their fears and limitations with courage and clarity.

16 - The Tower

Tear Down False Structures: Dismantle outdated systems, beliefs, or traditions that no longer serve your lineage.

Confront Chaos: Face upheavals with courage, understanding that they are necessary for growth and renewal.

Rebuild with Integrity: Use the lessons learned from destruction to create stronger, more authentic foundations.

Break Generational Chains: Disrupt destructive family patterns and cycles, clearing the way for healthier dynamics.

Find Strength in Adversity: Transform challenges into opportunities for personal and ancestral evolution.

Illuminate Hidden Truths: Reveal and address buried truths or secrets that have kept your family in stagnation or conflict.

17 - The Star

Shine as a Beacon: Use your light to guide and inspire others, offering hope during challenging times.

Restore Faith: Reignite belief in possibilities, purpose, and the future within your lineage and community.

Heal Emotional Wounds: Bring peace and restoration to areas of pain and discord in your family.

Pursue Your Aspirations: Align with your highest potential, showing your lineage the power of dreams realized.

Connect to the Divine: Serve as a conduit for spiritual wisdom, aligning your actions with universal guidance.

Renew Your Legacy: Infuse your family’s narrative with optimism, healing, and a forward-looking vision.

18 - The Moon

Trust Your Intuition: Use your inner wisdom to guide your steps through uncertainty and confusion.

Unveil Hidden Truths: Bring to light secrets, illusions, or unresolved emotions within your lineage that have caused stagnation.

Transform Fear: Confront inherited anxieties and shadow patterns, turning them into sources of insight and strength.

Embrace Mystery: Accept that not all answers are immediate, learning to flow with the rhythms of the unseen.

Channel Creativity: Use your imagination and artistic talents to express complex emotions and inspire others.

Guide Through the Shadows: Help others in your family and community face their fears and navigate life's uncertainties.

19 - The Sun

Illuminate Pathways: Shine your light to guide your family and community toward clarity and purpose.

Celebrate Life: Embrace and share a vibrant zest for living, inspiring others with your positivity and enthusiasm.

Heal Through Warmth: Use your energy and optimism to mend emotional wounds within your lineage.

Foster Unity: Build connections and harmony among family members, creating a legacy of togetherness.

Achieve Greatness: Lead by example, showing the power of determination and a positive mindset in achieving goals.

Inspire Future Generations: Infuse your family’s narrative with hope, pride, and the pursuit of excellence.

20 - Judgement

Awaken Your Potential: Step into your divine purpose, answering the call to live a life of profound impact and meaning.

Break Cycles: Resolve karmic patterns and bring closure to unresolved ancestral wounds or unfinished business.

Guide Renewal: Lead your family into a new era of clarity and growth, shedding the weight of past mistakes.

Encourage Forgiveness: Foster healing and understanding within your lineage by promoting forgiveness and reconciliation.

Align with the Divine: Serve as a bridge between spiritual truth and earthly actions, living with integrity and purpose.

Uplift Generations: Create a legacy of awakening and empowerment for future descendants, inspiring them to pursue their highest potential.

21 - The World

Achieve Wholeness: Strive for balance and integration in all aspects of life, setting a model of harmony for your lineage.

Bring Cycles to Completion: Resolve unfinished karmic or ancestral patterns, allowing your family to move forward.

Celebrate Success: Honor the milestones and achievements of your lineage, bringing pride and recognition to your family.

Foster Unity: Bridge divisions and create a legacy of togetherness, both within your family and in the wider world.

Expand the Legacy: Use your talents and knowledge to contribute meaningfully to your lineage and society at large.

Inspire Transcendence: Lead by example, demonstrating the joy and fulfillment of living aligned with one’s highest purpose.

22 - The Fool

Leap into the Unknown: Approach life with courage and curiosity, trusting the journey without fear of failure.

Break Ancestral Limits: Liberate your lineage from rigid traditions or limiting beliefs, opening new paths for growth.

Embrace Playfulness: Bring lightness and joy into your life and relationships, countering ancestral heaviness or rigidity.

Live Authentically: Lead by example, showing that living true to oneself is the greatest form of freedom.

Trust the Universe: Have faith in divine timing and the unseen forces that guide your steps.

Inspire Boundless Potential: Encourage your family and community to dream big and pursue their desires with confidence.

TikTok (Matrix of Destiny) - Masterlist - YouTube (subliminals)

[glitzglamgunpowder-if]

"You were destined for a life better than this. A life free from violence, from bloodshed. But here you are once again, it's like you never left."

YOU were a child destined for greatness, for your name to be written into the pages of history. Whatever happened in your past didn't matter anymore. You were born with raw talent and charisma that couldn't be wasted, that people can only dream of. But your innate gift didn't mean your path would be easy. After the circus shut down, you stumbled through life delivering each performance like it was your last. You thought you've reached your peak, until a mysterious offer suddenly throws you into a life of crime.

Play as a male, female, or nonbinary performer

Customize your MC’s physical appearance, façade personality, and choose a pseudonym for them

Befriend or Romance 4 ROs

Dedicate yourself to honing your natural talent

Choose your end goal and earn the fame you have craved your entire life

How do you want the public to perceive you? To be respected, or to be feared?

Learn more about the secrets of your dark past. Will you learn how the circus fell? How you ended up here of all places?

Will you acquire the fame you deserve, or will you fade into history?

Outline of Stats/Routes!!

Alistair/Alice Delacroix - THE RIVAL

AS you adjust to your new life, you hear rumors about your fated rival. One whose mind was poisoned to despise every fiber of your being. It's no surprise they're known for their ambition, their cunning, their ruthless nature. Their path led them to inevitable darkness, but will yours?

Trope: Forbidden Romance/Enemies to Lovers

Samuel/Samantha "Sam" Kaminski - THE BOSS

YOU are an acquired talent on behalf of the current wealthy owner of the elusive Spotlight Syndicate, one of the most popular bars of its time. They're one of the few people who don't question your mysterious past, who trust you as implicitly as the air they breathe. You know deep down they have a soft spot for you, one of their greatest assets, but they're motives are...difficult to discern. But is there a possibility your relationship could go beyond transactional business?

Trope: Boss x Employee/Age Gap

Hendrik/Helena Rietveld - THE BODYGUARD

YOU don't know much about them, nor do they seem willing to give you any more information than necessary for your safety. But one thing's for sure, they're loyal to the ones they serve. And given your new...circumstances, that may be exactly what you need: someone who would travel from heaven to hell and back if their duty called for it. Will you be the first to crack the unsolvable's code?

Trope: Bodyguard Romance/Potential Grumpy x Sunshine

Jesse Lê - THE FRIEND DETECTIVE

YOU never expected to see them again after...never mind that! They stand before you now, a completely reinvented version of themself. A stranger to everyone they encounter. Will you be able to slip off the carefully curated mask they've built and heal from your past together? Or will that smoking gun be laid to rest once and for all?

Trope: Childhood Friends to Lovers -> Detective x Potential Criminal

Physical Description of the ROs!!

Despite being a frequent IF player, this is my very first time trying to create an IF myself as someone with little coding experience (I'm more of a writer if anything). I'm definitely learning as I go, and I understand this may lead to mistakes or disappointment at times, so I preemptively apologize for them. I tend to become overly ambitious, and I want to make sure I always deliver on the promises I make. I say this because some of you may have ask about certain features being implemented and I will have to say "Sorry, I don't really know how to do that yet, but I'll try and learn how!" Hopefully, this will be a fun learning experience, and you all have a fun time on here! Sincerely, Mira <3

DEMO || BETA TESTER FORM

[hyperions-light]

woAH I heard people are hating on Neve which is super cringe! Neve positivity time!!

I am in love with her because

1. She has an impeccable sense of fashion, she never misses, could make a paper bag look good

2. Docktown sucks so bad, like major Kirkwall vibes, and she loves it SO MUCH

3. If you give money to the people asking for it on the streets in Docktown, sometimes Neve will check in with them and make sure they have a place to stay it’s so sweet !!!

4. She cannot cook at all. Only eats fried fish. Boils her coffee. Zero domestic skills, completely perfect

5. She loves Bellara so much, she’s such a good friend ;-; She finds all her serials and helps her try to work out the mysteries! She gets her goat cheese! She comes to Cyrian’s funeral ;-;

6. If you wander around Docktown with her in your party you can stop and talk to her regular contacts and she will check in with them <3

7. She works alone because she’s scared that the people who try to help her will get hurt =(

8. She’s not afraid of Spite and she refuses to see Lucanis as a monster or treat him differently, even after he almost kills Illario.

9. She helps Taash figure out their gender stuff and she is so supportive and helpful <3

10. The WAY she talks to people who are hurting… like even though she’s so cynical, personally, she never tells people to give up on others, she’s never sarcastic or scathing when people are in pain. I took her on Taash’s final mission last time, and her voice ;-; She wanted to help so badly, but she couldn’t do anything. She reminded them that everyone was there for them. She loves SO much, so intensely.

11. She does not expect anyone to help her, and especially if you don’t save Minrathous she’s skeptical, but she’s so thankful for Rook’s help when they give it. She’s so fucking lonely, man! She thinks she has to do it all herself, because everyone else in the world and especially in Minrathous has shown her over and over that they don’t care about the people she loves, the people like HER. She’s not rich, she’s not famous or powerful or well-connected, she’s just using what she has to try and help people!

12. Manfred canonically doesn’t like nicknames, but he lets Neve call him ‘Fred

Neve Gallus, the woman you are <3

Edit: When I posted this someone immediately made some rude comment so here’s some more stuff to love about Neve Gallus!

13. She investigated the mystery of the candlehops and she was so serious about it! Just like the wisps in the Lighthouse!

14. When she was a kid she didn’t know what she wanted to be when she grew up and she HATED it lol

15. She got her best coat as a gift from a grateful client!

16. She keeps her tiny little apartment because they gave her a good deal on the rent and she doesn’t want to lose it

17. Halos keeps trying to give her fish for free but she insists on paying him <3

18. That joke she made to Lucanis about having an extra leg if he needed one lol

19. She misses the sound of the ocean, and sometimes when she wakes up in the Lighthouse she hears it for a moment

20. The way she explains everything so patiently to Taash about Tevinter and Docktown and the way status symbols work; the way she is always trying to use her skills to help the other members of the team!!

21. How she makes sure to check up on that kid whose father was doing demon summoning stuff and make sure that he’s alright ;-;

[sillyteecup]

Licking The Bloodstains from your alter

Terry Richmond x black!o.c

Warnings:

18+

Obsessive behavior

Violence

Mentions of murder

Very questionable decision making

Exhibitionism if you squint

Smut

Word count: 6954🧍🏾

A.N: remember how I was supposed to have this up 4 days ago? Fucking hilarious business I tell you, like I'm even slapping my knee and stuff🧍🏾. Anyway, here's my first Aaron Pierre/Terry Richmond fic to keep yall busy while I work on the series I've been yapping about. Thanks for reading, I really hope you enjoy it❤️

~Tee❤️

"7 months?"

"Yes Indi."

"7 months since someone else gave you an ass clenching, toe curling orgasm, head spinning, heart stopping orgasm?"

"Yes Indi."

"And that bum hasn't called you yet?"

"Yes Indi."

Mila watched boredly as her best friend's hands searched frantically for something to grab while her jaw hung open in disgust and disbelief. They had come back from a night out with Indi asking Mila why she didn't take anyone home with her. Mila's answer left Indi essentially crashing out in the driver's seat of her Mini Cooper right outside of Mila's house.

Although she was over it now, the first month of being ghosted by Terrence James Richmond had left her equally flabbergasted. The mystery American man she had met at Sumo last year gave her one of the best nights of her life when she took him home. It was actually the first time she had experienced an orgasm that wasn't self induced, and it was an out of body experience.

Luckily for Mila, Terry became a gift that kept on giving. Sucking her into an all consuming vortex of stormy eyes, expensive dates, late night phone calls and mind-blowing sex, Mila grew addicted to the enigma. Mind always occupied by the memories of him turning her every which way, the heart always yearning for his presence. Every moment, even non-sexual, felt incredibly intimate with him.

Yes, there were many glaring red flags like the fact that she knew nothing about him aside from his (South African) phone number and the fact he was from Louisiana USA. But in the same breath, he knew virtually nothing about her aside from her name, phone number and address. It was a mutual agreement that they would remain mysteries for each other to uncover. There was also his possessive streak. Despite his naturally calm and stoic demeanor, he always made sure to his claim on her when he fucked her; hand prints, hickeys and literal bite marks all over her for the world around her to see. And God forbid another man even thought of breathing in her direction in public: let's just say that Terry had no qualms with gratuitous PDA.

Mila wouldn't say she loved him, no, scratch that she did love him, but she also loved what he brought with him. The excitement, the passion and obviously, the dick. Even while riddled with commitment issues, Terry had hypnotized her into envisioning a future with him in it. She actually liked him and being around him. Mila actually wanted to keep him around.

Until one night when his usual 10 pm call didn't come. Until he never called, or knocked on her door again. She didn't even know any of his friends or whoever it was he stayed with so she couldn't reach him. For 2 weeks she blew his phone up, worried that something may have happened to him. One day she even caved and googled him, hoping to find a social media account or anything to alert her of his whereabouts. The only thing she managed to find was the fact that he served as a Marine for about 6 years before being honorably discharged a year ago. Everything else was a dead end.

Distraught at the sudden loss of someone who had etched himself into the life of a woman who never made space for lovers, Mila eventually grew to accept his disappearance. If anything, he solidified her lack of trust in romantic partners, pushing her back into the realm of strictly causal sex. The only problem was that he had ruined her for the rest of the world. She shuffled through hook-up after hook-up, chasing the high he had fed her during their 2 months together, to no avail. She began to suspect his dick was laced with something because there was no way it was impossible to replicate that feeling. Either way, she would never hear from any of those hook-ups again.

I wonder what that's about.

Maybe I'm just looking in the wrong places, she told herself. But alas, she eventually gave up on that as well, swearing celibacy for the next 2 years. She thought of it as a reset of her mind, body and soul. Maybe after enough time, she would be free from the now blood boiling memories and sex would become fun.

This mini-debrief session was the first time that Mila had spoken to anyone about Terry outside of a throwaway line like, "Gotta go, godly dick is waiting on my doorstep," and "This fuck-ass nigga is ghosting me." No one in her life even knew his name until now.

"No Mila, we need to find this gent and jump him. There's no way-" Indi yelled, smacking her dashboard in frustration.

Mila shrugged nonchalantly. Sure, the topic still stung a little, but she was at a point where she didn't wanna think or care about it anymore. Terrence James Richmond was gone and probably never coming back.

"I'm not doing that; broer probably always has a gun on him," Mila replied coolly. The last thing she needed was having a gun in the hands of a military man in her face because she overestimated her odds.

"It's fine, you just get your father to find him, then I'll organize the firepower for me, you and Sandy," Indi said, suggesting Mila convince her dad who had connections in the US military and the marines from the time of his Marine service.

Mila's eyes went cold at the suggestion. The last thing she wanted was to involve her hot-tempered and trigger happy father in the affairs of her sex life.

"Absolutely not," she stated firmly.

"But Mila-"

"Indiphile I said no. Ebile, let's drop this topic before I get PTSD flashbacks," Mila interjected, knowing that Indi wasn't going to drop it unless she firmly put her foot down.

Indi held her hands up in surrender, acknowledging that there was no room for argument. "Let's go inside then, I'd like to eat something decent before I go back to that baren land I call my apartment," Indi suggested while adjusting her jacket and grabbing her purse.

"Why don't you just sleep over?" Mila asked. Her dad's insistence on getting her a house instead of an apartment was one that Mila never opposed. At least that way she had more space and got to stick the whole apartment hunting and saving for a house process.

The joys of a bald rich dad with a guilty conscience.

"Neh? It's late and I've got toiletries and enough clothes here," Indi said in agreement, never passing up an invite to spend the night with her best friend.

The friends gathered their stuff and exited the car. They reached the front door, Mila sticking her key in the keyhole to unlock it.

It was already unlocked.

Mila and Indi froze, blood running cold at the possibility of an intruder. The worst part was that if they were in the living room, they already heard them try to unlock the door. Quickly, Mila grabbed her phone from her jean pocket and logged onto the app connected to the security system and cameras in the house.

My dad's paranoia is finally doing something for me.

No notification indicating entry and nothing in today's footage. Although it seemed that no one was inside, Mila was her father's daughter, so she grabbed the gun from her purse, cocking it and making Indi gasp.

"I'm over here talking about pulling strings for glocks, kanti you already have one?" she hissed in disbelief.

Mila just rolled her eyes and shushed her. "I don't know why you're so surprised when you've literally known my dad for this long," she replied calmly, hand reaching to carefully open the door.

Indi shrugged, conceding to Mila's point before slowly following her into the house with a teaser in hand.

Mila stepped into the living room, taking slow and quiet steps with the hope that no one was in the living room. Gun aimed at nowhere, her eyes scanned the dark area finding nothing until-

A lighter flickered. Her head snapped in the direction of the sound, finger instinctively pulling the trigger. Mila frowned. She had expected a grunt or a thud, but all she got was a startled scream from Indi, and probably a hole in the wall.

Maybe I'm hearing thi-

Suddenly Mila felt a hand roughly grip her wrist, catching her off guard and effectively disarming her. She tried kicking at the assailant but it was no use, because they either dodged or flat out blocked all her attacks. Indi had huddled in a corner screaming having dropped the taser in the shock of the gunshot, while a now anxious Mila did her best to fight the assailant off in the dark.

The scuffle however, was put to an end when Mila found herself roughly pinned against the wall right next to the switch for the living room lights. Coupled with the hand holding hers above her head, was the cold metallic barrel of her own gun pushing her chin up launching her into a further panic.

"Whatever it is you want: money, jewelry, what-just please-" she had begun to plead before being shushed.

"Shhhh. I'm only here for you sweetheart."

Ain't no way.

Right as the assailant spoke, Mila's eyes finally adapted to the dark. Although his face was covered in a ski mask, those eyes were unmistakable. Factoring in the voice and his scent-oh that rich, woody, spicy saffron mixed with vanilla and cloves...

"Terrence?"

"Sorry!?" Indi yelled from her corner, Mila realizing that she pondered a little too loudly.

The corners of the man's eyes crinkled. If this was Terry, he was cockily smirking under the mask.

He removed the gun from her skin, causing her to release a breath she didn't know she was holding, and reached for the switch behind her. Once the lights were on, he used the same hand to take the mask off, revealing his identity.

And there's that fuck-ass smirk.

Terry leaned in, dipping his nose into the crook of her neck and deeply inhaling her vanilla-peach and cocoa scent.

"So fucking good, just like I remember," he whispered, lifting his head to meet her rather blank looking eyes.

Mila's mouth was slightly agape as she searched her brain for something to say and how to feel. Too many responses flooded her mind all at once, leaving her blank loss of words.

Indi on the other hand had made up her mind. "Rhaaa, isbindi onaso, kaka ndini yendoda! Hayi uyabenza ubunqundu shem. Kwaye ufluent kubo. Hayi-hayi shem ndiyakuvuma! Wena? Eyakho ibrand yobuBitch ass nigga, ndiyaqala ukuyibona. U-Innovative wena ngamasimba-" she ranted in disgust as she walked towards them. Mila was actually scared that Indi would snap and put her hands on Terry. And that was not something Mila felt like dealing with.

As if reading her mind, Terry slowly backed away from Mila with his hands up while she gathered herself. Her uncertainty of her feelings would have to wait as the situation needed to be de-escalated.

"Indi, I need you to please calm down and wait for me upstairs," Mila requested calmly. "Terry and I have a lot to talk about."

Indi frowned before nodding and stomping up the stairs to the guest room she usually slept in, leaving Mila and Terrence alone in the living room.

The latter's gaze was on Mila, longing, and terrifyingly primal. His lips were still stretched in a smirk as he walked over to her. "I never stopped thinking about you," he unconsciously reassured her.

She sucked her teeth in before saying, "Yet you never came back. You never even fucking called," she spat as she took a step back.

Bitter. Mila was bitter, and angry at this man's audacity to disappear for as long as he did, then break into her house and sing her hymns of sweet nothings.

"Sweetheart I never left," his tone was light and sweet, an unnerving contrast to his physical demeanor..

Mila's eyebrows furrowed, face scrunching up in confusion. "Yes you did. You ghosted me for 7 months while you were who-knows-where, ignoring all of my calls and texts," she argued as she pointed an accusatory finger at him.

"That doesn't mean I was gone," Terry insisted, gently placing his hands on her shoulders.

"What do you even mean by that?" Mila asked incredulously, getting progressively baffled and impatient.

He hooked a finger under her chin, raising it for her eyes to meet his.

"I mean exactly that. I've been here the whole time watching you, keeping you safe," he whispered. Although he sounded sincere, his irises twinkled with something sinister. Like there was a darker edge to his revelation.

"Well, except I did leave for about a week, but I was always gonna come back to you. Then my pops called about getting me a job down here, and I couldn't believe my luck when he told me who was offering and what it was," he explained, with a light chuckle.

Mila arched an eyebrow, "You gonna tell me or-" she was interrupted by Terry placing his index finger against her lips.

"So impatient. You really are daddy's little girl," he mused, confusing Mila even more. How the hell would Terry know that when she had never even spoken about him to her?

"But let me cut to the chase. Your pops basically hired me to be your...long distance bodyguard to put it simply," he shrugged. "So like I said, I've been here the whole time, watching you."

Something about the way he said "watching you," made Mila's blood run cold. She doubted he meant it as strictly professional.

"Watching me?" she choked out, terror seeping in at what he could mean.

"Yeah...watching you eat. Watching you sleep. Watching you shower. Watching you go about your routines and shit."

Then he leaned in, head dipping to plant kisses up her neck, and jaw until his lips softly grazed her earlobe. "Watching you let some random niggas touch what's mine," he said before planting more soft kisses on her jaw, eliciting a moan.

However, it didn't take long for her to register his words, and her body stiffened. "Terry..."

"Mmm?" he hummed against her skin.

"Don't tell me you-"

"Got rid of 'em? Tuh, each and every last one...gone!" he laughed menacingly before stepping back to look into her now teary eyes.

"N-no, no, no, NO! What the fuck is wrong with you?!" Mila cried as she stared at him in horror.

"Nah, don't get it twisted sweetheart, this is all on you. I did it all for you!" Terry tried to grab a hold of her hand but she fought him off, disgusted by him using her as a scapegoat.

"You killing innocent people because you're a jealous, possessive, psychotic creep was for me? Try again Terrence," Mila spat venomously.

Terry ran a hand over his frustrated face, doing his best to quell his rising temper as a result of her tone. He desperately dug through the corners of his mind for a way to reason with her, not wanting things to come to a head. Even though they had only argued once before this, Terrence knows that with their combined tempers, a fiery explosion was afoot.

"They couldn't make you cum-"

"Wow-"

"They couldn't satisfy that precious little pussy the way I could. Never had your eyes rolled back, your toes curling, your legs shaking...nothing. And that shit tore you up from the inside out," he said, reminding her of the frustrating aftermath of her sexcapades.

"I watched you, every Saturday , crying and throwing shit around because you hated me for ruining you. You screamed and cried about being broken and that you hated them for not being able to fix you. You were spiraling-It wasn't just them," Terry rambled, making Mila's scowl even deeper.

"Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait...Terry...who else did you kill?" Mila asked, prompting Terry to retrieve a backpack from underneath her coffee table. She watched as he took out a binder and placed it on the table and sat next to it, gesturing for her to come closer.

She complied, albeit hesitantly, taking small apprehensive steps towards the man she once felt safe around enough to be vulnerable with, taking a seat on the edge of the table. Terry opened the binder, the contents of its folders and pages eliciting a sharp gasp from her. Pictures by the dozen, of people Mila had not only slept with, but also had interactions that she vaguely remembered with. Negative interactions being the common theme.

Her ex coworker, Sean, whom she had reported to HR for harassment when he wouldn't stop threatening to tamper with her work if she didn't go out with him. Last she had heard, he had resigned before committing-

Terry.

Her creepy tutor, Simon who tried to solicit her into giving him head for a good word with her professor regarding her latest assignment. Apparently he had left the University 2 weeks before being found dead in Centurion.

Also Terry.

That one aggressive Jehova's witness lady that had tried to accuse her and Indi of shoplifting at Dischem after Indi cursed her out for following them around the store. Mila never really expected to see her again to be fair. In fact she had forgotten all about her.

But Terry had killed her too.

Tons of people, dead from what seemed like mysterious or natural causes. Their biggest sin was being a random stranger that had upset Mila, no matter how minute the situation. He had all their pictures, personal details and reasons for their deaths documented. Also in the binder, we're pictures of Mila herself. Sleeping, eating, showering, reading, talking to her friends, at work, at school, with her family-

And for some sick reason, all of this was endearing to her. What should have scared the ever living crap out of Mila, and had her running to the nearest police station, actually relieved her.

Terry loved her. He didn't even have to say it. This was all the proof she needed that he hadn't just discarded her after everything. He really had been around the entire time, watching over her and trying to keep her happy.

She glanced up at him, a small smile forming as gratitude coated her features.

"Terry you actually did this? For me?"

Terry scooted closer to her, moving the binder to the side and cupping her face. "All for you sweetheart. All for you. You're everything to me, and I'll be damned if anyone fucks with what's mine," he whispered, fingers gently tracing up her back before reaching the nape of her neck. Gentleness was then thrown out of the window when he snatched at the roots of her braids, eliciting a surprised yelp, to push her face closer to his. His eyes had gone from green to hazel, the flecks in his irises darkening as his eyes took her in like she were but his prey.

“But don't think any of this means I forgot that you let some bum-ass niggas touch my shit,” he said darkly, making Mila bite back a moan at the sharp sting in her scalp and the dark promise behind his words. Her thong had already begun to dampen.

Feeling brave, she smirked. “Yeah? And what exactly are you gonna do about it Terrence?” she taunted. If the defiant question wasn't enough, she was certain that using his government name would definitely trigger him.

Terry let out a menacing chuckle accompanied by a slow no. His reaction to Mila's dare had her rubbing her thighs together (something she naively prayed he wouldn't see). His piercing gaze had already been enough to get her wet; at this point she was damn near a dripping faucet.

“First,” he began, punctuating the word with another yank at her roots. “You're gonna tell your little friend to either put on some noise canceling headphones and bump something on full blast, or put in some earplugs, or whatever the fuck else, because tonight I plan to have you screaming at the top of your fucking lungs until your little slut throat gives out,” he explained eerily calmly.

“Then, you're gonna go to your room, and you're gonna wait for me on your bed, in nothing but that little red thong you put on tonight, on all fours like the pretty, smart, and above all…” he trailed off as his lips claimed hers in a soft, but also raw and hungry kiss that took her breath away all the while gnawing at his self-control.

It was like a dance. Terry was the lead and every step he took, Mila followed in line. His tongue glided across her teeth, her jaw made way for entry. He nipped at her bottom lip, she let out a needy moan and slid her tongue over his. Every movement was in sync. An outsider would say rehearsed.

But Terry's resolve was waning. If he didn't pull away when he did, he would have taken her on the coffee table like a rabid animal. He still had a point to prove, and he planned to draw it out for as long as he could. Mila’s eyes remained half closed in a love drunk state, prompting Terry to pat her cheek firmly

“Like the obedient little slut I know you can be.”

Mila had never done a single hard drug in her life. The only high she had experienced was Terry induced, and if she was being honest, solely from what she had heard and read, it was all the same.

Hands planted into the gray satin sheet to support her trembling knees, her skin vibrated in anticipation as he stared at her from the doorway. The awe in his hazel eyes was seasoned with unfiltered lust. His ability to remain restrained for this long surprised Mila. 7 months ago he would've had her against the dresser, holding her immobile body up while he fucked her into another consciousness by now. But that was 7 months ago. Since then he had watched 5 too many people fail her. He had watched from a distance while they left with her that knot he could untie with one touch.

A slight tinge of resentment returned, and from the way Terry's eyes darkened even more than before, Mila knew he had sniffed out. She also knew that the next plan of action would be to snuff it out. As much as she owed him a plate of penitence for letting those lesser beings even breathe near what he held so sacred, he had prepared it with his absence.

At least they had paid for their crimes. It didn't matter that they were unaware of them.

“Fucking beautiful,” Terry mused. He began to walk towards Mila, his piercing gaze, and slow, purposeful steps growing that little knot in her belly.

He squatted at the foot of the bed, meeting her at eye level. “You wanna know what my favorite thing about you is?” he asked gently, completely contrasting his foreboding demeanor.

Mila, breath caught in her throat, nodded eliciting a disappointed sigh from Terry. His hand shot up to grab at her jaw. “What happened to all that mouth from downstairs huh? You ain't have nann issues acting bold and calling me by my government name,” he said condescendingly as he shook her face roughly.

Mila mentally face-palmed at her past self. If that dumb bitch just knew how to shut up.

The shaking stopped when the pads of his fingers dug into her skin, holding her jaw in place. “You know what? I'll just tell you when I get tweaking off this dick,” he promised with a wild grin.

Mila watched Terry undress: each bracelet unclipped, watch discarded, rings slipped off the fingers that would be knuckle deep inside her and around her throat soon, shirt tossed to the side and pants, socks and shoes left in a pool on the ground. Only one thing remained on his (extremely well endowed) body, and that was the usual silver chain he wore. He always left it on during sex because Mila had told him that she lived for how it hung over her face while he dug her guts out during missionary.

Having waited for what felt like an eternity, Mila watched Terry move around and felt the bed dip behind her as he settled in. His calloused hands ran over her thighs, feeling them as he was making sure this was real. Her breath hitched when they planted themselves sharply on the sides of her ass. Her back arched instinctively when his fingers split her cheeks open for a clearer view of her his moist pussy. The tip of his nose grazing her opening with a ghost of a touch as he inhaled her scent elicited a moan. If she hadn't already been internally shaking impatiently, his thumb rubbing light-almost nonexistent circles on her clit definitely brought her to the brink of begging territory.

Like an addict feigning for a hit while somebody else sets a line of coke onto a counter.

But he had barely touched her, and like he said earlier, she still had a long night ahead of her. So she inhaled deeply and bit her tongue while his fingers played her like dough.

“You'll forgive me baby, but tonight I wanna take my sweet time with you and this sweet little pussy. Need to make sure you both know that you're mine, and that you're always gonna be mine by the time I'm done. And fortunately or unfortunately depending on how much you can take, that might take us all night,” he said softly from behind her. Suddenly his fingers plunged into her entrance, curling against her inner walls making her cry out. He tsked as he added another finger, “Unfortunately it is then,” he sighed.

His fingers continued to curl and scissor, putting pressure on her inner wall, causing her to let out choked moans. His other hand toyed with her clit pushing her towards the tides of an early orgasm. Her mind spun as he reminded her of how well he knew her body. It had been too long since a familiar face had shown itself around these parts and that was evident in the way her stomach and pussy had begun to clench. Her knees vibrated in a slight tremble, telling her that if she took any more she'd find herself flat on the bed in a muddy pile.

“Fuck, baby I knew you missed me but I ain't know it was this bad,” Terry chuckled having felt and read the warning signs of Mila’s pending crash.

“Yeah bab-fuck! Missed you so fucking much,” Mila moaned, the pleasure making her confident enough to speak again.

Before she could sputter out her need to cum, Terry beat her to the cut. “Give it to me sweetheart. Make a mess on my fingers for me,” he said, coaxing her into an orgasm with one last curl.

Mila’s knees parted slightly as she sat up. The hand that Terry had previously used to play with her clit, held her up by the small of her back while he readjusted his body and wrist. Comfortable, she began to ride her orgasm out on his fingers, head thrown back in delirium, albeit minimal at the moment. Terry left a trail of wet kisses from the back of her ear down to her shoulder blade as she finally came down.

“D’you like that,” he whispered in her ear.

“Mhmm,” she hummed with a slow head. Her eyes were lidded, head growing heavier from the intoxicating orgasm and growing arousal.

“Good, good. Because there is plenty more where that came from,” he promised as he slowly removed his fingers that were now coated in her essence. He brought them up to her lip, brushing his fingers against them as if asking for entry. Her lips parted, making way for him to drag his fingers across her tongue while she sucked the contents off nearly clean.

“My beautiful little princess,” he cooed as he felt her tongue clean his fingers off before removing them from her mouth.

Mila felt his body shift as he maneuvered his way off the bed, once again standing at its food. Through her eyelashes she could see him eyeing her, taking her body in while he fought the unholy thoughts that threatened to throw all his restraint away. Her dark skin remained iridescent under the dim lights, every curve and their sister line, stretching as she laid back completely and parted her legs for him to see his handy work.

A cunt seeping of pleasure and begging for more.

Terry licked his lips and shook his head in appreciation. “I don't think I'll ever stop gushing about how beautiful you are sweetheart,” he whispered as his hands roughly yanked her ankles and dragged her body closer to him. His hands then ran up and down her calves while he watched her face strain with excitement and wanton.

“My gorgeous, needy little slut. So needy that she just had to get her fix elsewhere. Pathetic, unworthy, bitch ass niggas coming in here and barely scratching the surface of what makes her snap and come undone. And thank God for audio cameras, because I could hear the fake moans too. That shit drove me over the edge, had me wanting to bust in and show them how it's really done. Have you creaming, shaking and drooling, high off the pure shit,” he said as he kissed up and down her inner thighs.

“Made me wanna end their shit right there and then so you knew what would happen if you kept letting these niggas fuck with you. Oh, I bet you'd have liked that huh? Watching me catch bodies for this shit? That shit alone probably would have made you cum, my crazy, beautiful little slut,” he chuckled, deep voice vibrating against the skin right next to her pussy making her moan.

While. Mila never cared to say it out loud, he was right. Terry's possessive streak was one of her favorite things about him. Especially coupled with the knowledge of the threat he posed to the general population. The idea that a man who was strong enough to snap someone's neck in a split second, was willing to go so above and beyond for her, cared for and coveted her, made her feel safer than any of her dad's extra security measures. And now with the information that he had gone as far as killing people for merely breathing wrong in her direction…the mere thought of it added to the arousal pooling between her legs.

Terry kneeled before her, his laser-focused eyes never once breaking away from her half-opened ones. The first press of his lips against her sent a shiver through her system. Her mind reeled at the light swipes of his tongue across her clit. It had been too long, and she was already on a trip so the increasing pressure coupled with his digits drawing her soul out of body with the traces on the backs of her thighs only sent her into a higher orbit. A light graze of his teeth against her bud drew a sharp gasp from her. Her hands flew to tug at his curls which had grown longer than the last time she had seen him.

“Fuck, Terry don't stop,” she begged, her voice ragged from her heavy breaths, her back arching slightly from the bed. Never one to turn down his precious Mila's wishes, Terry unrelented, feasting on her like a man possessed and employing his hands to keep her pinned to the bed.

Sinful pleas for more sprinkled with the occasional famished grunt filled the room. The air was thick with sex and Mila found herself chasing her breath and another hit all at once as Terry quelled any past doubts she'd had of his desire for her. The tremble in her legs had grown more violent at Terry's onslaught. It was like speeding up the highway to heaven, the way her mind fogged up with every swipe of his tongue. Her breaths grew shorter as her desperate mewls and pleas grew louder.

“Baby I-I need to…fuck, I'm about to-” she sputtered, struggling to form a coherent sentence over the mind numbing spell he had breathed into her pussy.

Refusing to separate from his meal, Terry simply nodded for her to let go and give in to the crashing wave of pleasure. Her body's fluent understanding of him registered the silent beckoning and with that she found herself light headed as she floated into her second orgasm of the night. Terry remained attached to her mound, lapping and sucking the fruits of his labour. He had yet to be satiated, his hunger driving her into another, and another, and yet another head splitting orgasm, despite her loud cries for mercy.

By the time Terry deemed himself fulfilled, Mila's mind had numbed. She felt separated from herself, like her soul had merged into the atoms around her. Nothing but dazed pleasure behind her usually cynical yet curious chocolate colored eyes. Terry's touch sent shocks through her has his climbed onto the bed over her. Although barely present, his hands on her now hypersensitive skin and that damn chain over her face grounded whatever was left of her. He pressed his lips onto hers, the kiss desperate and needing. On autopilot, her lips moved in sync to his, giving into his every whim. Her soft groans as he nipped and licked her lips spurred him on, sending him into what felt like a drunken haze; a sudden extra spike in his need for her.

The kisses traveled down her jaw, where he gently sucked at her skin before trailing down. His head buried into the crook of her neck, the pressure of his lips and tongue on her skin increasing as he left dark patches all over her for all to see.

Feeling like Mila's body was beginning to consume him, Terry raised his head to admire the absolute work of art that laid before him. The miniscule conscious part of her found herself drowning in Terry's lovingly hungry gaze. His features were focused as his index and middle fingers worked her sensitive nipples, kneading and twisting at them to melt Mila into a pile of nothing.

“Damn, my little slut’s already greened out huh? I ain't even give you the main yet and you're already full. Can't think, can't speak, nothing,” he commented with a light chuckle. “I can't lie, I almost feel bad. After all this is all my fault. But I'd actually be lying if I said I didn't like how you look right now. Completely and utterly undone, and I ain't even stick the tip in yet.” The lightness in his tone was deceptive. This man's intentions with her were anything but. Mila’s undone state aside there was still a point to be made. “Now I'm gonna you remind you of how it's supposed to feel to have someone take care of you,” he growled in her ear, his fingers tightening around her nipples, eliciting an incoherent curse from her.

He moved to line himself up at her entrance, gently tapping her with his thick tip. He gently pushed into her, the pressure pulling her body up in a light arch while it drew the unholiest cry to leave her lips. Terry inhaled deeply, the feel of her tight walls around him slightly intoxicating. Driving him to do something unusual for them: bottoming out. She had always said she felt he would be too big to have all of him inside of her, but tonight was different. Clearly he needed to remind her exactly who this pussy belonged to, and what better way than to go all the way and ruin her even further.

“Ah-fuck baby. Too much-” she managed to cry out.

But her words fell on uncaring ears as Terry flashed his signature, sinister grin before pulling out slightly and slamming right back into her, staying there for a moment. She erupted into what sounded like a moan blended with a tortured cry, back once again arching from the bed. Her hands desperately reached for his hips as if trying to push him away, only for him to grab them and pin them above her head and hover over her.

“Feel that baby?” he asked as his hips twisted against hers, drawing a choked groan. “Yeah, that's me digging you out. Tonight you're gonna be an exceptional little slut, and you're gonna take it all; I don't care if it's too much or if you feel it in your chest or whatever the fuck excuses you've got loading in that pretty little lump of mush you used to call a brain, I'm giving you all of me, and you're gonna take it,” he growled menacingly before he once again pulled out and snapped his hips against hers, driving himself fully into her.

As Terry continued his unforgiving pace, pressure, and tempo, Mila's cries grew louder and increasingly incoherent. Her previously slurred cries for mercy turned to a symphony of sweet nothing that was punctuated by the brutal force of his hips and low hung balls slapping against her body. His dick pounded in and out of her, arranging and rearranging her insides. Every sense of coherence had been fucked out of her with every brutal stroke.

“Whose fucking pussy is this?” he growled, gently kissing her jaw as he continued to fuck her like he hated her.

Mila, however, was too far gone to form a cohesive thought let alone a sentence. Unsatisfied with her incoherent babble, Terry his hand wrapped around her throat and squeezed hard enough to blur her vision. “I know you're too cock-drunk to think right now baby, but I need you to answer me when I ask you a question. I know my polite little princess is still in there somewhere,” he said softly as he purposefully constricted her breathing before letting go for an answer.

“It's-it's…yours, baby. All yours,” she choked out between gasps for her air and lustful moans to Terry's satisfaction. He rewarded her with an even more unforgiving stroke, which she swore drove her soul out from her body, before returning to his original pace.

Fists wrapped around the ruined satin sheets, Mila found herself nearing her third orgasm of the night. Her vision had begun to blur and her legs had begun to numb.

“Terry, I-”

“Go ahead sweetheart,” he grunted, not faltering even once.

Once again Mila found herself washed under an abyss of pleasure and nothingness. Her head spun as a sinful cry tore from her lips, her pussy clenching around Terry making him close his eyes and growl before regaining his composure.

Terry's pace slowed as she came down, allowing her a brief moment to stew in her third wind. Her erratic breathing grew calmer and calmer as her loud moans quietened into whimpers. Terry peppered a few more wet kisses across her chest, up her neck and to her ear.

“God I missed this shit. I missed fucking this pussy numb. I missed hearing you scream when I'm inside you. I missed the way you look when you're drunk on this dick. Kinda like right now, my sweet, beautiful, dick-dumb princess,” he said as he continued to kiss all over her, soft strokes lulling her into a false sense of security.

“...missed you too baby,” she muttered, barely above a whisper while she tried to collect herself.

Mila felt Terry pull out, assuming they had reached the aftercare segment of their little show. She hummed as he gently began to massage her left calf, relieving it of any tension while kissing it softly.

“You know, you've been such a good girl for me tonight; being obedient and taking me so well like the sweet little slut I know you are. Made me think about ending it here, running you a bath and making something nice for you and your friend before you fall asleep,” he said as he put her calf over his shoulder, repeating his actions with the right one.

“I mean just by looking into your eyes, I can tell there's nothing left in there. You look like you'd pass out if I gave you anymore,” he pointed out, making Mila nod in agreement. Honestly, she could use a hot bath and a good meal. As much as it was only the first round, it was also the third orgasm and it had been brutal. All of that for the first time in 7 months had taken her out pretty early.

“But then I thought, ‘nah, fuck that’.”

His words made her eyes snap open as he gently placed the next calf over his shoulder. He began to lean in, effectively folding her body in half. “We've both waited too damn long for this shit. You cried for this, I killed for it. And I don't know about you, but I feel it would be a waste if all of that was just for you to tap out after one round,” he said, his tone darkening with promise in the last sentence.

Without warning, he pushed into her, fully driving his huge dick back into the depths of her guts. The pained yet lustful cry that tore from her throat made him chuckle darkly.

“I did tell you this was gonna be a long fucking night for you.”

[koszmarnybudyn]

The ouaw crew as humans :]

Individual charakters and design details under cut:

Frost: I think Frost would work as an account (the not sexy kind) because idk he has the vibes and he likes math and stuff. He also has his giant backpack, and he has his hiking boots (which i think are very conftrouble because im projecting my fucky knees onto Frost now). And he is greying early and probablly looks older than he is.

Gricko: I probablly made Gricko look cooler than he should but i coudnt resist. I think he'd work at a zoo. He is missing a finger cause normal Gricko has 4 fingers and i thought it would work, plus he has the scar Frost gave him in canon (probablly not Frost inflicted here though). And he has bracelets (green for Frost and brown for Hootsie). Also gave him flipflops cause he aint wearing shoes. Oh and i made his totems heychains.

Hootsie: Hootsie is both a cat and a girl cause she kinda acts like both in canon. And they are named the same because human Hootsie (whose goverment name is either Athena (cause owls) or Helen) named cat Hootsie as a baby. Idk how Gricko got a kid, idk if she's adopted or a bio kid but she's his daughter so who cares, its one of lifes greatest mysteries. I think she'd be mute and the ipad (now with a banana cause bananyas idk if its still called a flypad) has text to speach for her. She has comfy hiking boots (probablly a gift from Frost), and i borrowed some of Grickos colors for her design. She's also like around 10-13? She's a tween.

Twig: she has a baby face but she's like 20-30 something? I'd say. I think she would dress in lolita-foresty kinda vibes, i think it fits. Still probablly has an inn or a restourant not sure. She doesnt change much from canon tbh cause she's already pretty human looking.

Torbek: i made his shirt striped instead of like a restraintment thing he has in canon (defintly intentional and not just because i havent notice that that's what those were). He's sad, he's kinda pathetic, he is probablly living and Frost and Gricko's place (i think Frost and Gricko live together, cause aro life partners/best lads, yes, and Gid and Kremy live together cause "ironic" husbands), and hes being Torbek.

Kremy: made his suit a bit more modern, but still quite vintage (i think he'd like that), oh his (as well as Grickos, Frosts and Hooties) nails are painted, cause they all have claws, and i think it would be cute. Idk what he does. He and Gid got "ironicly" married in vegas, and have been living together for like years, and act in love, but still think they are just friends, and not together.

Gideon: apart from Twig he's the most human looking so not much changes tbh. I made his pants and boots slithly diffrent. I think he'd be a mechanic of some kind maybe? Idk about his gauntlets, i basiclly know nothing. I think he looks like Mace. He has a wedding ring (silver while Kremy's is gold, cause cute matching rings, even tho they both wear silver, but Gid is more fiery so i wanted Kremys to be gold (and to be a color he doesnt really wear so its obviously a wedding ring))