#OC Muira

[justmightyshadows]

This chapter came to me a bit faster than some of the others probably because it is setting up what is to come. It has tender moments but is mostly filling in lore and dissing Selune.

Aylin and Isobel picked a place in the upper reaches of the furthest tower when they set up camp outside of Baldur’s Gate. Isobel tried to remove some of the dust before the others arrived but had barely made a safe space for the fire before Muira stood before them. She wore a long black night gown with a high split up her leg that had been picked out for her by Minthara who had recently fallen into the habit of dressing her lately. Minthara followed behind her in a matching black jumpsuit that had a plunge to her navel. They sat silently across from Aylin and Isobel as the pair tended to beginning of the small fire.

Isobel cast a couple quizzical looks at Minthara - her eyes showed the yearning of a question forming on her mind - but she chose not to speak. The silence was punctuated by the small pops of the embers until eventually Muira sighed and spoke “Out with it then winged one. I need to know what happened. How did you get caught and what magic trapped you?” She began to pass around small glasses to drink out of and a large bottle of elvish spirit which Minthara looked at with disgust.

Aylin threw two overflowing glasses back and wiped the excess from her face with the back of her arm. “I was caught by Ketheric, he used my oath against me. I was distraught at the time over my dear Isobel’s death and searching for ways to do good for Selunite’s in the area. He wrote to me about a threat to them there so I made my way quickly to offer my aid. In other times I would have waited for reinforcements or at least an ally at my side. When I arrived I was overwhelmed by Shar’s forces and bound by the necromancer Balthazar.” Isobel reached over tenderly and stroked Aylin’s face but Aylin lowered her hand gently and moved forward. “At first I was resigned to my fate. To die truly felt like a relief I could not have had any other way, every death felt like a chance to be by her side again. In truth I was not sure if immortality was a real thing, a long life yes but to be killed as I was, I did not think it possible. At the same time I could feel every blow that Ketheric took and his pain ravaged me as well.” She filled her glass again and poured it into the back of her throat. Minthara wondered if it did anything to numb her at all or if the act itself made her feel better, more mortal. “Killing him was a joy I did not think I could have but my pain had already been endured, there was no turning back time.” She shifted in a rare moment of uncomfortable energy and allowed Isobel to hold tightly to her arm.

“You endured a great deal but did you not see the signs? Did you not know he was a Sharran?” Muira asked in an even tone. She watched the facial expressions of them both to glean any clues about the truth of this tale. “I knew he was a sick and twisted man but I assumed it was by grief not by falling to a lost goddess. I spent no time around him or that area after Isobel died. There was nothing I wanted more than to be far from the places that held our memories together.” Her voice quivered and Isobel began to look in concern she thread her hand under Aylin’s tunic and rubbed her back while she poured her another heaping glass of drink. Aylin tipped it back as well and looked off into the distance.

“I pity your predicament in a way, but I had far more technical questions in mind than your emotional state. How did they bind you for so long? Was it with the magic that I suggested?” She made a manageable glass for herself and pulled a small bejeweled bottle from her waist lining and passed it to Minthara who sighed in relief at the drow wine.

Isobel furrowed her brow in confusion “What do you mean that you suggested?” Aylin interjected loudly over her questioning “Do not stir trouble for me, child of Umberlee. I will not stand for it.”

Muira ignored Aylin and shifted her intense gaze to Isobel instead moving her legs to widen the slit which drew everyone’s attention to her thighs. “I came to visit sometime before you died and tried to convince Aylin to bind herself to you if she felt you were her true love. I explained the soul bridge to her and she rejected me fully.” She let a bit of the drink slip from her mouth down her chest and pretended to look surprised. “I assumed she was either too self-righteous or not in love enough to take my advice.”

Aylin jumped up shaking the twigs in the low burning fire, her eyes glowing white with fury while Muira finished with a cool “I warned her the magic could be used against her otherwise. I could not be the only one to think of it. She never told you this?” This angered Aylin even more as she pointed down at Muira “You have no right to come here and stir up trouble in such a way! I did not tell her because I did not trust you! I still don’t. You are too power hungry and too willing to make alliances with dark forces.” She turned to face Minthara “Look, even now who you keep in your bed.”

Minthara rose in a dramatically slow way and breathed out “She keeps someone in her bed who is worthy of the position. Do not blame Muira for your inadequacies and careful where this sentiment goes. You are so far an ally but an enemy can be made just as quickly.” Muira rubbed her hand gently up Minthara’s leg and pulled down at her waist as she spoke to Aylin directly “I was born of a dark force! That is your problem with me golden one, and when I extended my hand in friendship you rebuked me on prejudice alone. Now you must live with where that has put you. You are angry with yourself far more than you are angry with me.” Minthara settled to the floor reluctantly crossing her legs but brought Muira underneath her arm in a protective way as she glowered at Aylin.

“Tell us Isobel, what trapped her for so long.” This time it was Minthara who spoke catching the cleric off guard, she flinched a bit dramatically at being addressed by her. “A soul cage. It bound her and kept her in a state of suspended stasis while her life force, her soul, was used almost like a shield by Ketheric.” She avoided Minthara’s gaze instead looking at Muira with soft eyes, as if she hoped her admissions would win her favor.

“It sounds similar to the soul bridge which would be more of a shared connection. You are both too young” She gestured at Minthara and Isobel “but this was a favorite of the gods before, to make their favorite mortal warriors -immortal through the binding of their soul to something immortal, in most cases a blessed weapon. Many a legendary weapon has a soul bound to it, giving it the properties and knowledge of the warrior it homes. The truly powerful can even extend their mortal body and transfer between the two shapes.”

Muira felt the heat of the drink across her body as she tipped another glass back. She gave a soft kiss to the underside of Minthara’s jaw who smirked at Isobel’s jealous face. “There is nothing stopping you now Aylin, once I’ve gotten the details for the soul bridge you should not make the same mistake twice.”

Aylin looked down at Isobel and spoke in an apologetic tone “It would offend Selune to give my immortality to another.”

Minthara laughed harshly and made a sweeping motion at the room around them. “Look at where we are? You owe Selune nothing! She let you rot away for a century, she let her sister kill you thousands of times and for what? She sent no army, no weapon, no warrior to your aid. We lifted the curse and felled Ketheric on our own. You owe her nothing, oh mighty paladin. ” She let the last sentence fall as the insult that is was and enjoyed the angry look on Isobel’s face.

“We owe her everything.” Isobel whispered, she drank her first glass into the silence of the room. Muira let the silence drag on as she stared longingly at Minthara, she gave another playful kiss and Minthara gave her a stern look to behave. She did not mind pda but seemed to be taking stock of the company before them.

Isobel yawned, tired from the talk and seemingly annoyed by the display of affection before her. “It matters not, we will lead two different lives for two different lengths it seems. However, to destroy this cult you still have our help. You saved Aylin, you saved me and you helped Jaheira as well, that is not something we take lightly.” She spoke directly to Muira, and held her gaze, then lowered her head slightly in deference.

Muira rose and put a hand out to Aylin “You do not need to trust me yet - look into it on your own. Ask yourself if you can endure her death again.” She then put a hand out to Isobel who raised it to her mouth and gave the knuckles a light kiss as she whispered “I owe you a great debt, child of Umberlee. I hope one day to repay it.” Minthara bristled to her side as they said their goodnights and headed back to the tent.

They had barely crossed the threshold before Muira has opened a map on their bedroll. “They gave us the information we were looking for. In Baldur’s Gate we need to find that book on soul binding to weapons. I think it holds the key we are missing. We also need to enter the Wave Mother’s Temple. I believe we will be safer there than sleeping in the streets of Baldur’s Gate.” She circled two areas and then added two symbols in the corner for Bhaal and Bane. “Of course we must also kill Orin and remove this tadpole.” Minthara listened absentmindedly as she sat in front of Muira. She reached out and rubbed both of Muira’s arms following behind with soft kisses that trailed up to her neck. She pressed their bodies together and leaned into Muira’s ear enjoying the feel of the demi-god’s heart rate quickening from her touch. “You will give me this gift then my love?” There was no doubt what she meant. Her question was as tender and soft as she’d ever been but in a way that was drenched in a sort of desperation. She wants to live forever. “Yes, of course, ussta kulggen*(my shield)” Minthara moved to rest on her lap pressing her weight into Muira. “Promise me you will not stop until we are bound as such.” She flickered her tongue along the edge of Muira’s ear. “Usttan Iglata. ** (I promise)” she moved her mouth to bite down harshly into Muira’s neck. “Make it so then, my love. Before we do not get the chance and end up like them.” She pulled back a bit to stare deeply into Muira’s eyes, the dark brown of the gaze returned looked like pools of the deepest water. “I would never allow us to be like them. You have my promise.” She rubbed her head into Minthara’s and continued “Rest now. I will be lookout while you meditate. I have plans to make.” Minthara nodded and shed her clothes wrapping herself in the soft blankets and furs that Muira kept for them. She draped one hand over Muira’s crossed legs, even in resting she yearned for the closeness of their bodies.

Muira waited for Minthara’s breathing to slow before she called out to Aenwyn. In a flash her trident shifted and aneleven was before her. She had piercing emerald eyes, light gray skin and jet black hair that falls neatly below her cheek, across her face is a large scar that crackles gently with electricity. Her head is adorned with a three pointed circle and she wore a billowing green dress that fell above her knee. “My lord?” Her voice is almost two each word in perfect unison but the harmony of it sung like a small choir. “Watch the perimeter while she rests.” Muira did not look up from her reading when she spoke, staring instead at a small book on binding spells. “Of course my lord.” Aenwyn gave a small bow and walked off, the sound of her feet nonexistent as if she hovered right above the ground.

The night labored along slowly until Minthara’s breathing became shallow. She writhed in agony, sweat beading on her forehead. “No” she whispered into the darkness over and over. “Aenwyn, bring cold water now!” Muira called out. Within seconds Aenwyn was at her side with a small cool basin as they stared over the drow. “She looks haunted.” Aenwyn’s voice was even as Muira dabbed at the sweat that had formed on her lover’s head. “Give her time - if she isn’t awake in an hour you must wake her.”

Muira nodded and allowed Aenwyn to plant a gentle kiss on her head. “Stay close, Aenwyn.” She called as Aenwyn stepped out of the tent. “I am never far my lord.”

[bp-trio]

(  ALL IN ENGLISH )

[ CROWD CALLING ]

[ PAPARAZZI: HANA, OVER HERE ]

[ PAPARAZZI: HANA, OVER THE SHOULDER ]

Hana opens the door introducing herself with a smile. "Hey Vogue! It's Hana and you guys are getting ready with me for the Met." She says with a cheery tone as her staff cheer, causing her to giggle.

[ UPBEAT ORCHESTRAL MUSIC ]

Hana sits on her chair while her stylists swarm around her, trying to do her hair and makeup. "So today I'm going to be wearing a custom made dress and heels sent by the incredible Versace."

"The look is inspired by Barbie. So actually I was the one who came up with the theme of Barbie. One day I was watching Barbie: A fashion fairytale with my niece and I thought Barbie would be a good theme to go with as the theme for this year Met gala is the embodiment of an American style. And what's more American than Barbie. I actually dyed my hair blonde for the first time for this.”Hana explains her dress.

"So, I send my idea to Donatella and she absolutely loved the idea. So this is our take on Barbie, I guess." She says smiling before walking to into the closet to get changed before coming out in a very long pink dress. 

[ CLASSICAL PIANO MUSIC ]

"Rose and I used to dream about ever attending a Met Ball. And never really even believing that would ever happen. Is the literally the biggest dream come true." She says doing a big twirl.

"This is my first time going to the Met gala so I'm just looking forward to being there. I feel like I've seen it for so many years, so it'll be interesting to see what reality of the Met really is. So I hope I don't trip On this dress." She stands still while her stylists are fixing the dress.

Hana now has her hair, nails and makeup done, so she begins to taking pictures on her phone in the mirror and having her staff help her take pictures for her.

Once she received the signal to leave, the Vogue camera follows her outside to where many fans stood behind barriers cheering and scream her name as she and her team leave the hotel. Hana waves at them as she was being escorted to the car. Hana blows a kiss to fans before the door was closed behind her.

"WE LOVE YOU HANA!" A group of fans cheer to the Vogue camera before the videos ends.

[ INTERVIEW; Blackpink's Hana on Attending Her First Met Gala | Met Gala 2021 With Emma Chamberlain ]

Hana walked up to Emma with a warm smile. “No freakin’ way.” Emma said. “Hi!” Hana said as she gave Emma a hug. “Umm, Hello. Excuse me but you look so gorgeous right now.” Hana thanked her. “Thank you. I’m glad my first gala is going well so far.”

“Wait! This is your first Met Gala?” Hana nodded. “No way. Me too.”

“Really?” Hana asked enthusiastically, now feeling less anxious since she wasn’t the only first-timer with Rosé. “Yeah! I honestly thought you have been to the Met before since you have become such a big icon in the fashion world.”

Hana shocked her head, “No, it’s my first time and Rosé’s.

“So, tell me about your outfit?”

“To do that, I would have to bring this brilliant woman to the spotlight.” Hana brings her hand out, and Donatella comes from the corner and takes her hand.

“Hi, how are you?” Donatella asked Emma, “I’m so good, how are you?”

“Very good, thank you.” Donatella responded with a smile.

“So obviously I know who you are wearing. Tell me how you guys came to the conclusion about this dress.”

“Well, when we found out about the theme for this year’s Met Gala, we had many ideas. Hana came up to the brilliant idea of using Barbie for the theme and it was only right that we create custom dress. It’s one for the books and Hana is perfect for this dress. She brings out every aspect of the dress and more.” Donatella explained with her thick Italian accent, her passion shown through each word she said.

“That’s amazing. You really pull of this dress amazingly. I love all of this. So how many Met Gala have you been to?” Emma asked Donatella. “Lots and lots. Twenty maybe?” Donatella laughed. “No way.”

“Yeah.”

“So I feel like you are the best person to ask this. What advice would you give to us? It’s my first and Hana’s. I have no idea what to expect.” Emma asked.

“You are gonna be surrounded by people with lots of creativity and the Met is one of those events that allow you to connect with people. There’s something very special about the Met. So when you are in this great building and have the courage, and freedom to express yourself. My big takeaway is have fun.”

“That’s amazing. Well, I’ll see you guys in there.”

“Thank you.” Hana and Donatella say simultaneously.

[ RED CARPET MOMENTS ]

• Hana and Rosé arriving together. Creating one of the most iconic pictures in the Met Gala history.

•Hana and Donatella Versace being each other’s date.

• Hana staying a little longer than she was supposed to watch Lil Nas X’s transformation on the red carpet.

• Hana and Normani posing together.

[ CLEVVER STYLE ]

[ Best & Worst dressed Met Gala 2021 ]

[ Drew Dorsey ]: oh man, you guys! It is not the first Monday in May, but it is a Monday in September. The 2021 Met Gala is coming at ya!

[ Jackie Iadonisi ]: I can't believe we're here. I can't believe people are actually there. On the carpet, walking it. We are at the 2021 Met Gala, it's happening!

[ Drew Dorsey ]: it's very exciting. This year's theme is America: A lexicon of Fashion and it is very exciting because we did not get the Met Gala last year but we are getting it in 2021. All guests are fully vaccinated and masked, and we are back in Here.

[ Jackie Iadonisi ]: woo woo! And it's also really important because this is coming off the 20th anniversary of 9/11, and it's the tail end of New York Fashion Week, so it's just fashion on fashion on fashion, people, people, people, outfits. I can't wait to see these looks.

[ Drew Dorsey ]: So exciting. Also can we talk about the co-chairs, okay? We have Billie Eilish, we have Hana, we have Rosé, we have Timothee Chalamet, and we are up in here, okay? So you guys know we gotta talk about the fashion.

[ Drew Dorsey ]: it's dirty laundry.

[ Jackie Iadonisi ]: you know. let's go.

( LIGHT MUSIC )

( SHOWS VIDEO OF HANA ON CARPET POSING FOR THE CAMERAS AND PICTURES OF HER )

[ Carly Henderson ]: Hana, looking like a true Barbie doll coming to live.

[ Renee Ariel ]: oh my god. I'm here everything about this. She looks absolutely stunning.

[ Jackie Iadonisi & Drew Dorsey]: Ooh, okayyy. Oh my god.

[ Drew Dorsey ]: Wow, she is so pretty and her dress it's to die for.

[ Jackie Iadonisi ]: Okay, Hana in all custom made Versace. Looking good, looking fly.

[ Renee Ariel ]: Listen, she brought it. This is her first ever Met Gala and I love this look.

[ Carly Henderson ]: I love that her waist looks so snatched and small. And it's makes it the dress look even more amazing than it already is.

[ Drew Dorsey ]: I love this Barbie theme look and the split in the dress is gorgeous and makes her legs look long and sexy. I absolutely love the slit v in the middle of the dress.

[ Jackie Iadonisi ]: I completely agree with you. Her eyes are so pretty.

[ Carly Henderson ]: oh, the jewelry!"

[ Renee Ariel ]: it's all custom made MIKIMOTO 18k Pearl necklace and earrings for her birthday.

[ Carly Henderson ]: oh wow. I wish I got all custom made 18k diamonds for my birthday.

[ Drew Dorsey ]: her shoulder look absolutely amazing. I love the fact she dyed her hair to blonde.

[ Jackie Iadonisi ]: we just gotta talk about Hana for a second, because she's been having a moment after a moment with her solo career. Ah, she is absolutely amazing and an icon.

[ Drew Dorsey ]: Then She brought it to the Met Gala in this, the dress looks like an art piece to me. This is such a gorgeous dress. The color on her is incredible, and the fact that she carried it on with the eyeshadow, this colorful pink makeup look of the night. Obsessed with it, and the confidence, taking up the space. I'm here for it.

[ AFTER PARTY ICONIC MOMENTS ]

•Hana arriving with Rosé. Both were seen dancing with many top celebrities, such as Olivia Rodrigo, smiling and laughing.

•Hana taking part in fun drinking games.

•Hana officially became best friends with Megan Thee Stallion.

•Hana dancing with Anitta and Lil Nas X.

•Many celebrities taking a photo with her and following her on social media.

•Rihanna posting Hana on her Insta story. In the clip, both of them look happy in each other's company where Hana waves at the cam and also showers a flying kiss.

•Rihanna saying she would steal Hana from her company to her sign if she had an entertainment agency.

•Hana, Hailey Bieber, and Kendall Jenner playing rock, paper, and scissors.

• Hana getting a ride in a private helicopter to her hotel.

[bobbybutterfly]

First finished painting in Procreate!

It's Elliott again baby! I always paint an illustration to go with my fanfiction. I am not really happy with the two paintings I did for my up coming Stardew Valley fanfic. They aren't the worse but Elliott's eyes are too wide apart. He also looks far too much like Haruma Muira who I used as a refrence for him.

Luckily I can blame mistakes in those paintings on Leah whose signiture I forged.

But less about paintings that aren't posted here and more about this one. I prefer Elliott's older sprites. He used to be such a shoujo manga pretty boy! And the earing!

I kinda want to make a shoujo romance manga now. If only I didn't suck at lineart.

I headcannon Elliott as japanese but he still keeps the copper hair and blue eyes. Yes I know they're supposed to be green but it would clash with my OC who has bright green eyes. And technically in his first sprite he does have blue eyes if you look close enough!

I remember watching ages ago a Princess Weeks video where she said that if you asked a random japanese person on the street what race is Sailor Moon they would say she's japanese just with funky colored hair and eyes.

I took it as an opportunity to practice some east asian faces. Kinda sucks that you got to learn to draw people of color in your spare time. If you used to go to art high school like I, when they teach you how to draw an eye it's the Europian double lid one and when they teach you to paint skin it's the most pale mayonaze white ever. The same goes for internet tutorials. You have to specifically type how to paint dark skin to learn it.

I'm a musty white person myself but one day I watched a youtube video where this black artist was talking about how she didn't know how to draw a self portait with charcoal because her teacher didn't explain to her how to shade her skin which I imagine must suck.

Do better art teachers!

Bobby out!

[sothisbound]

WELL it depends, are we gonna pick one route and stick with it or do we have to come up with something for each one?

Pssssst

How are these beautiful children (our OCs) gonna meet and how is the war going to destroy them? @sothisbound @rosegoldenboy

[sothisbound]

Notes about my dumb oc

- Muira Alleigh “Muirallie” Maddadsson. She’s the second child, with a elder and younger brother. She’s the first person in the family to manifest their crest in ten generations. Because of this, she not only has to represent her family name, she has to deal with the bitterness of her brother for taking his place as heir. He wasn’t disowned like Miklan Gautier, but with a crest it’s a higher priority to make Muira the head of their house.

- hails from Faerghus, the Maddadsson territory consists of the four islands north of the Tailtean Plains

- THE CREST OF (name pending)

- the crest amplifies range and power with magical weapons, like Levin swords or her own heroes relic

- Heroes Relic is a sword named Scáth with a reason-based ranged attack. Hits enemies up to three paces away.

-Muira is a skilled swordsman as well as incredibly talented in reason magic

- Muira is fond of mounts, pegasi and wyverns in specific

-Ideal classes for Muira are dark flier, mortal savant, or dark knight(thinking of making her a dark flier but with a black wyvern instead of a black pegasus)

-she’s a very serious, studious person, who seems to bear the weight of the world on her shoulders. She very rarely takes time to partake in relaxing activities, as whenever she has a free moment she spends it training or studying. She has neglected her health because of this on occasion, missing meals or staying awake to train. It’s a terrible habit, but her family’s future is resting on her performance at this school.

-she doesn’t let rivalries get in the way of her. she doesn’t care for what the heirs of the three nations are up to except as far as it pertains to her role as the next Lord Maddadsson.

[hirohamadugh]

WARNING, MAJOR BIG HERO 6 THE SERIES SEASON 2 SPOILERS BELOW

In Muira-horror! we got to explore a little more about a new character we met in Internabout- Liv’s “Chrissistant”. While stealing Bessie, we see this exchange between Liv and Chris, showing that clearly Chris is not a normal person, if one at all. Earlier foreshadowing includes, but is not limited to: everyone constantly calling him symmetrical and beautiful, his ability to punch through Granville’s security bot without a scratch, and his ability to leap unaided back into a vent on the raised ceiling of the SFIT lab. One popular theory floating around seems to be that he is a robot, however, if that were the case, why wouldn’t he malfunction within Bessie’s field? Also, we know he is Liv’s creation in some way, and back in s1 she even admitted that mech was “not her field of expertise.” Personally, I think he IS a living creature, but a crafted one, not born. Much like how she created the Mayoi from scratch, I think Chris is a test tube baby. Or rather- a test tube adult. I think for the most part genetically he is human, but with certain aspects enhanced and “perfected”, such as strength and appearance. Liv is constantly fixated on making things beautiful- she’s mentioned how pretty/beautiful/appealing her work is on multiple occasions throughout the season. Why wouldn’t she want to make a “perfect” looking human for herself? As a pet, as she makes clear in Muira-horror!. And if Chris IS a biological creation from Sycorax itself, he certainly wasn’t the first attempt, and considering his success, won’t be the last. And I can’t stop thinking about the idea of an OC that is one of these test tube people, thrust into the world at a certain age, and having to struggle with realizing (once they gather their own sentience) that there’s more to the world than sub level 7 of Sycorax and that they were deprived of a childhood. I just think all of it’s a neat idea, so I wanted to share!

[therealcarguys]

Aventador Muira homage spotted in Melbourne, Victoria [4032x3024] [OC] - http://amzn.to/1bxGVMr

[derautofan]

Aventador Muira homage spotted in Melbourne, Victoria [4032x3024] [OC] via http://autofan.xyz

[justmightyshadows]

Next Chapter in Shadows of The Deep Keep

Chapter 3: Tides of the Blade

An ongoing story Minthara/OC(Muira) and there love affair as try to take down the absolute.

This chapter is NSFW so keep that in mind! Enjoy!

Minthara doesn’t lower her head when Muira approaches, her neck stretches to the sky as she takes in the stifling darkness where the stars should be. Crimson red irises flicker from the lantern light almost as if small wisps dance within them. Taking in the fullness of the moon - and of her guest, Muira stops at the entrance to her tent and leans in towards Minthara, a faint smell of ash wafts towards her. Unlike Muira she’s had a chance to clean and rest. “I’m tired, come inside if you’d like to talk. I’ll leave my weapons out here.” She adds as Minthara throws a hesitant glance at the assortment of blades across her body. Muira sheds her armor and weapons outside of the tent until she stands bare before a small basin she uses to rinse the blood and dirt from her body. She is heavily tattooed in various runes and languages across her body some look to be more ritual than art and the below the knee of her left leg is black with ink, Minthara thinks of the pain that this would entail and is impressed with her once again.

Noticing an overlooked spot, she steps forward, retrieves the cloth from the basin, and delicately glides it across Muira's bare back, eliciting a ripple of pleasure. Muira thanks her with a gentle touch of her arm and changes into a shimmering pearl blue tunic that falls just below her butt. Minthara watches intensely, which should come as no surprise to Muira who had changed there just to get her attention. However, the intensity in Minthara's gaze has transformed into a nearly primal desire, as if she could consume Muira in mere moments. Muira contemplates, "That's what I had hoped for," yet anticipated a more playful banter. Casting a brief glance over her shoulder, Muira invites conversation, but the Drow remains silent, her lips unmoving, as if restraining herself to mere breath.

“Come inside Minthara.” Muira beckons playfully parting the flap of her tent. Instead Minthara catches the edge of the soft fabric with one hand, the other confidently grips against Muira’s hip subtly asserting her control and indicating, 'you first.' A gentle chuckle escapes Muira’s lips as she glides by making sure to brush up close, exposing her back to Minthara, heading straight to her bedroll. “Is it Chivalry or fear that makes you want to go last?” Reclining back on her arms into the soft woolen bundles, Muira meets Minthara's gaze, aware that her mind is likely brimming with inquiries “More chivalry than fear. I offer you the respect you have earned.” Positioned closest to the entrance, Minthara turns to face Muira, even in her arrangement displaying a calculated demeanor, ever prepared for survival.

“Quite the lavish tent you have in comparison to the others. Fey silks, duegar wool, vases of ice wine, luminara tea and dried underdark mushrooms.” Minthara takes in her surroundings with an air of appreciation “Your camp clothes are even jeweled by the Fey. Tell me, do you carry this all on your back?” She looks down at Muira in a ravenous but interested way.

“I have a few servants to carry my tent items around this forsaken land. I’m sure the camp gossip has seen them coming and going. How could I hope to host a noble such as yourself without the finest provisions? It would be a shame to have you uncomfortable.” Muira rubs the end of her tunic lightly flickering the blue gems in the soft light, bringing Minthara’s attention to the joining of her thighs. “Besides, would you want me to be clothed in anything but the best. It would be just as disappointing don’t you think?”

Minthara leans forward assetively spreading her legs wide in the stool with her elbows and tuts her lips playfully “Quite disappointing. Many consorts would die to have the lavish things you possess.” Her posture betrays her thinking but presents a small challenge to Muira of what to do next.

“And many of mine have. I already have you dreaming of me as your consort? I can't say I find the notion entirely disagreeable. Perhaps in due time, I shall extend an offer that rivals such dreams.” This draws a rare smile from Minthara’s lips, the thought of this woman at her side has opened her mind to a rare bit of hope.

Minthara manages to draw her eyes away from Muira long enough to remember why she had entered the tent in the first place. Her ears droop lightly as she allows the silence to spread out among the candles.

“Why did you save me?” Minthara looks cautiously into Muira’s eyes, dark brown pools that seem to be drawing her in closer. Muira had expected the question but was thrown off by the timing, I guess the playful banter will have to wait until later, she thinks.

“In truth I am here to avenge someone. I saw something in you that made me think of them. So I convinced my companions to spare you at the goblin camp, by saying we should remain impartial. Back then, I wasn't even sure if I would continue with them. If I had taken your life for them, uncertain of their loyalty, I'd be left without allies or comrades.” Muira sighs deeply, reflecting on the lengthy debates and the forceful measures she employed to bring them to her cause. Seeing Minthara before her now she has no regrets.

“Convincing my companions was not easy, stubborn and single minded as they are. They are content to view the world in absolutes, and to think themselves saviors even as they kill others. But they are young and have not known the scorn of life. The undercurrent that pulls us all in time. You on the other hand are obviously are different.”

Minthara laughs bitterly. “Yes, I have known its scorn. I wonder then why ally with them? You're not bound by the Absolute, unlike them. Even tonight, they scolded you for offing that mouthy duergar. But not everyone in your group is so naive; divisions exist, ripe for manipulation. As I am sure you have noticed.” Her mind spins, contemplating how to outmaneuver Tav and captivate the woman before her—something about Muira is both alluring and mysterious, yet oddly comforting. The feelings are a bit muddled for Minthara at the moment. “Your skill with a thrown knife was exceptional. He had made it quite far and with one flick he was felled. Your portion of the interrogation too was handled quite well, you know the points of pain that can not be resisted.” She leans forward so that she is kneeling above Muira “I prefer to flay flesh than dig at it but” She shrugs her shoulders and a grin spreads across her lips “Your results can not be argued with. It is easy to see that with our combined skills we would be quite unstoppable.” Her eyes brighten, a genuine smile parting her lips as she thinks of Muira’s work with a blade, or simply of Muira below her now. That too is caught up in a confusing whirlwind.

Muira’s look is enticing, begging to break the silence that has fallen between them. Her lips quiver lightly with anticipation as she pulls a finger gently over them, drawing the skin tense under its weight. Minthara follows the trail of the finger with her eyes and reaches out as Muira goes to lower it, grasping her wrist firmly. “It has been some time since I could think for myself and choose a lover that I wanted. Be mine tonight and show me how much trust you have in me. Obey me and I will make this night one you will never forget. Can you do that?” She takes Muira’s hand and brings it to her lips depositing a soft kiss along her fingertips.

“It is not common for one such as myself to obey.” Muira responds lightly as she extends her thumb to tease Minthara’s lips pushing forward just enough to feel the warm of the inside. Her other hand rubs the length of Minthara’s arm taking in the woman before her, wondering if she will provide release. “It is not common to be a lover to me. Now, will you obey? Or should I seek comforts elsewhere.” Minthara bites playfully at the finger intruding into her mouth as Muira gives a genuine laugh. “And who would you turn to? No.” She shakes her head and plants a kiss on the Drow’s unsuspecting lips “You will be with me because I am the only one worthy of your affection. I will obey you tonight to see if you are able to lead me.” She keeps her mouth painfully close to Minthara’s face as she speaks her lips lightly caressing her soft cheeks.

“Good. Let us begin. Lay back.” Minthara says before pushing Muira back into the soft sheets. She leans forward and kisses her roughly, allowing her hands to trail up Muira’s thighs and push them open. Her hand presses forward to find a wet heat awaiting her.

“Oh, you’ve wanted me this entire time it seems. How could you play so coy knowing you were this wet at just the sight of me, the sound of my voice?” Minthara spreads Muira’s lips skillfully allowing her thumb to circle the hooded clit and her fingers to tease the already pulsing entrance. Muira struggles, shifting her hips back and forth and reaches her hands down to push Minthara’s fingers in “Don’t tease me.” She whispers dropping her eyes to low pools of pleading. ‘She must be some type of siren’, Minthara thinks, ‘she turns to seduction without missing a beat and already has me basically drooling over her body.’

“I see you are not used to one such as myself. You are to obey, not direct. I will please you in my own time, do not rush me.” a grin spreads across her cheeks and pushes creases at the edge of her lips as she continues to tease the entrance. “But your voice is delightful, ugh, Usstan orn naut kyorl.*”

“I think you’re ready now anyway” she mulls to herself as she inserts two fingers deep into Muira. Her insides grip Minthara’s fingers greedily as she moans in a low tone, reaching out to grab at Minthara’s waist. Minthara slides her other hand slowly up her body and forcefully grabs the woman’s neck. Muira sputters out a small phrase that suddenly enters jer mind. “Plynn ussa.**”

“Oh, you speak my tongue as well. Beautiful, but I already am. Remember who is in charge, sokoya uss.***” she doesn’t slow down the strokes or loosen her grip on her neck as the woman writhes in pleasure. “You still have plenty of energy to move so make use of it and lift your tunic for me.”

Muira whimpers sloppily, yanking at the tunic until it is hiked above her breasts. Minthara pounces instantly lowering her head to Muira’s chest, pressing her face against the soft breasts,taking her time to feel the quick heartbeat and shallow breaths before placing her tongue around an erect nipple. A gentle tongue turns to a hard suck and then a forceful bite as Minthara relentlessly strokes her fingers into Muira. Muira wraps her hands around Minthara’s back and shoulders keeping her close as she rides the waves of pleasure and feels the edges of her vision start to turn black. Minthara pushes in to her knuckle and rotates keeping the same pace of stroke as Muira moans dragging a throbbing wet tongue along the edge of Minthara’s ear gently biting at the top. “Little devil” Minthara says through gritted teeth feeling herself melt under Muira’s tongue. In turn she picks up the pace, and grips harder against Muira’s throat relishing the small bubbling of air it releases out of her. Muira’s vision fades even more as her mind folds to the feel of Minthara’s knuckle rubbing her inside with a catching sensation, a small pop as she slides another finger in. A few tears stream from the edges of Muira’s eyes her already shaky vision reduced to puddle of black and her mind seems to have gone with it. Her body tenses as she climaxes with a loud stifling gasp that tries to pull more air into her lungs but only leaves her closer to fainting. Minthara eases out a few more, slower strokes, enjoying the sound of wet love beneath her without releasing her grip from above. She continues to bring her back down from ecstasy, finally releasing the grip of her hand on Muira’s neck as Muira gasps violently her body shuddering from relief and she pulls theirs heads together and kisses her harshly biting on Mintharas bottom lip, hoping to show her appreciation through shared pain. She is pushed back sharply against her chest as Minthara pulls the tunic off of Muira and tosses it with such intensity it knocks over a couple bottles that were perfectly placed along the edge of the tent and then just as hastily removes her clothes as well. She straddles Muira harshly allowing her wetness to slowly make a mess of Muira’s belly, marking her as her own possession. She rides the wave of sensation from the warm flesh against her own, the sounds of sliding and gripping of skin until she has calmed down from the moment before.

Looking down at the hand mark forged into Muira’s neck she says “I hope you’re not tired, I haven’t finished with you yet.” She grinds again showing off the still soaking state of her body. “I have so much more to give. We’ve only just begun, right?” Muira looks up with full soft eyes that are tear stained and red and a hint of defiance.

Minthara reaches down and inserts three fingers into Muira’s willing mouth “Then tell me, how are you with your tongue?”

Muira caresses the fingers with her tongue weaving in between the spaces before removing them with a hard suck. “Exceptional”.

A hearty laugh cuts the tension between them as Minthara mewls “I will judge that.” She lifts herself up and pushes down on the top of Muira’s head guiding her down to form a seat worthy of a queen. She mounts her roughly, flattening herself against Muira’s tongue. She means to be in control, ride her until her legs are weak and the other’s tongue is sore from pleasuring. Minthara begins to ride her feeling her tongue and mouth pressed against the hood of her clit sends chills down her spine. The other woman’s dark eyes look up at her with a bold confidence. She had rushed to get relief and hadn’t taken the time to restrain her hands so there is no shock when Muira snakes her hands to either side of Minthara’s thighs and pulls her into her tongue reaching deep into her with opened jaw. Minthara exhales and weaves her fingers into Muira’s curly hair pulling hard once she is at the scalp. “If you’re going to lead me you better be correct.” Minthara chides bucking back against the restraints slightly, allowing herself to be licked from the clit back to her soaking entrance. She gasps noticing one hand freeing itself and quickly sliding into her, entering easily up the wet trail. Adding to the pleasurable sounds of the night she throws her head back, whispers Muira’s name with some words that neither can make out except for the last two: “Dossta nors”****

This woman is commanding her in all of the right ways her tongue circling folds across her as her fingers use Mintharas own weight to press in deeper and deeper. She hadn’t noticed how aroused she’d been and just finds herself melting into the pleasurable sucks and kisses. Her first climax happens before she can even try to regain control. Clinching her thighs harshly against Muira’s face she freezes as Muira uses a low hum to send vibration rippling through her body. She tries to catch her breath but Muira is not done with her, continuing her former antics she frees another hand and whispers “Don’t resist now that I am not holding you.” The feel of her breath gently brushes against Minthara’s inner thigh. She slides the free hand back slowly working the last free hole until she’s filled it with two greedy fingers. Minthara leans forward trying to find a hand hold and only finds the ground. Her back hunched in disbelief as she feels waves of pleasure coming from every entrance. Muira has fiendishly set an off rhythm. When one hand pulls back the other pushes in in glorious harmony, her mouth interchanges broad licks with harsh sucks of the clit. Minthara finds herself begging for relief from Qualla, ol’ zhah ichl mzilt” and is astonished when she climaxes mid sentence. The last word drawn out as her legs shake and give out on her. She lets herself fall helplessly into the soft sheets next to Muira who wears a confident grin. “To your liking? I couldn’t let you have all of the fun.”She runs a hand over the bare thighs next to her taking the moment to plant kisses along them gently.

“Xas” Minthara says, trying to steady her voice and return to her normal tone. Muira picks up a shimmering fey silk blanket and places it over Minthara gently. “You are beautiful, I would have you by my side when your vengeance is complete” Muira falls back into the blankets as well placing her hands behind her head as she looks up at the lights that adorn the tent above her. “Have me by your side where?” Minthara asks barely pulling herself up to rest on her arm her body facing Muira in curiosity of the answers she may receive now that they had shared their bodies.

“Selkarnath. A city north of Luskan. It is a cold and harsh place with many opportunities to gain or lose power, but it is a place where Drow are common.” Muira shifts a bit trying to open herself up to Minthara - to look inviting. Minthara accepts the motion moving closer, she places a hand on Muira’s neck suddenly. “It may be too late to stop the bruising but I can make it not as dark.” She casts a healing spell over the darkened handprint and continues. “I know this place, it has been in many stories for those in the underdark. I could be quite happy there, however they say it is already claimed by the “Undying Lord” Do you know about this?“ Muira tries to look undisturbed “I’ve heard that name before yes - but I don’t believe that the stories you have heard would do the lord justice. Maybe I will tell you my own soon enough.” “Probably not - we drow would not want to admit when someone is as ferocious as us. It is a drow tendency. Tell me though - I know where you hail from now but I am curious of your age as well.”

Muira grins as Minthara rests on her chest reaching her hand to lay softly beneath her breasts her nails digging down in a mindless pattern, tracing the runes and the drow word for sea. “I am near 1400 years old. I would give you an exact but when you reach my age being close is good enough. I suspect I will live another 1400 if not more but that remains to be seen. There are few of my kind to corroborate my theory, which is part of why I am here.” Minthara looks up at her timidly. To have that many years to her life would make Muira older than even the oldest high elves. Muira chuckles lightly “I’m sure that has given you many more questions about my background - I will answer them all in due time. The most important things to know about me now are that I am searching for one such as myself that used to live in this area and I am vengeance bound to kill Ketheric Thorm for what he has taken from me. I am sure we align on one of those points.”

Minthara listens to the lanterns crackling and replies quietly “Yes, we do. I will join you to kill General Thorm, I mean - Ketheric.” She closes her eyes softly, her head bobbing to Muira’s breaths and she notices the scent of sea air, hears the soft hum of an old drow lullaby before she drifts off to sleep. Muira watches her for awhile before planting a kiss on her forehead and joining her in rest.

The shadow-curse allows no day or night to fall or rise so Minthara is raised instead by the stirring of Lae’zel who is stretching outside of her tent. Minthara finds a set of beautifully crafted chain mail armor, a shield and a long drow sword placed near the entrance with a small note:

Armor is for you, we’ll have to find a crossbow sometime during the day. There is a small glass of Luminara Nectar Tea which should help with the shadow curse. Tav came by earlier to take a team to this temple, I’ll send a Raven with instructions to the where the new camp should be set up. I saw your handiwork on my neck this morning - I hope to battle with you again. Dosst velve.*****

Minthara chuckles thinking of the dark rings that adorn Muira’s neck now - tokens of her affection some would say. She dresses for the coming day and steps out of the tent to Lae’zel who instantly says “We must train or it will be a day wasted! I hate to be idle.”

A vision of Ketheric raising his hammer viciously over Muira enters her mind and she nods - “Our enemies do not rest, so it is not a luxury that we can afford either.”

Notes:

* I will not wait. **take me. ***pretty one **** Your mouth ***** please, it is too much (This one was hard and I am not sure about it honestly.) ****** your blade/knife/dagger * forgot Xas = yes My undercommon translations are not perfect so feel free to give ideas. I love the idea of Muira being around long enough to kind of know everyone's language. I also think it makes her bond with Minthara stronger.

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Hana of BLACKPINK: The New Face of Timeless Elegance with Rolex

BY SARA SPRUCH-FEINER • APR 27, 2024

In a world that ticks to the rhythm of social media trends and viral moments, Hana, the luminary of BLACKPINK, has transcended the digital buzz to become the embodiment of enduring luxury. Rolex, the Swiss maestro of horology, has found its newest muse in Hana, marking a historic partnership as she becomes the brand’s first Asian ambassador.

Just a year after gracing the global campaigns of Harry Winston and MIKIMOTO, Hana’s ascent into the pantheon of luxury ambassadors continues unabated. Her latest accolade? The face of Rolex, a brand synonymous with precision, prestige, and perfection.

The announcement reverberated through the corridors of haute horlogerie and K-pop fandoms alike, heralding a new era where the East meets the West on the wrist of a global superstar. Hana’s influence, which spans continents and cultures, is a testament to her universal appeal and the power of K-pop’s global reach.

Rolex, a brand that has adorned the wrists of explorers, visionaries, and leaders, now welcomes a new kind of pioneer. Hana represents the modern icon—dynamic, diverse, and digitally savvy. Her partnership with Rolex is not just a fusion of aesthetics but a harmonious blend of tradition and innovation.

As Hana steps into this prestigious role, she carries with her the spirit of a generation that values authenticity and aspiration. With Rolex, she will not just tell time; she will tell a story—a narrative of excellence, elegance, and empowerment.

For Hana, and for Rolex, the future is not just bright; it is brilliant. As the hands of the Rolex Oyster Perpetual move in precision, so does Hana’s journey, marking every second with the promise of legacy and the power of now.

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BY AIMÉE LUTKIN PUBLISHED: MAY 04, 2024 1:40 PM EDT

As the city that never sleeps buzzes with the anticipation of the Met Gala, a vision in white captures the heart of the fashion world. Hana, the global sensation and style icon, was spotted adorning the streets of New York, turning the city into her personal runway.

The photograph that has everyone talking shows Hana gracefully making her way into her car. Clad in a pristine mini white dress, she exudes an otherworldly charm that has fans and fashion enthusiasts alike mesmerized. Described as “ethereal” and “goddess-like,” Hana’s presence is a testament to her impeccable sense of style and the undeniable influence she holds over the fashion industry.

But it’s not just her attire that’s drawing attention. A particular image, captured from the back, has gone viral, showcasing Hana’s silhouette in a way that highlights the natural beauty of her figure. This picture alone has sparked a flurry of admiration and inspiration, proving that fashion is not just about the clothes—it’s about the story they tell and the way they make us feel. This image has not only gone viral for its aesthetic appeal but also for highlighting Hana’s iconic figure, setting a new standard for what it means to carry oneself with confidence and poise.

Content creators across TikTok and other platforms have swiftly embraced “the Hana look,” paying homage to her style by recreating the iconic outfit. It’s a trend that speaks volumes about Hana’s impact on fashion and culture.

The “Hana look” is more than just a viral outfit; it’s a statement of elegance and confidence that resonates with people worldwide. As creators put their own spin on the look, it becomes clear that Hana’s influence extends far beyond the photograph—it’s about inspiring individuality and self-expression through fashion.

With the Met Gala on the horizon, all eyes are on Hana, eagerly anticipating how she will next captivate the fashion world. If the viral photo is any indication, we can expect Hana to deliver a look that’s not only glamorous but also transformative, setting the tone for fashion trends to come.

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The deal marks one of the island country’s biggest home sales

BY LIZ LUCKING APRIL 30, 2024

Pop star Hana of the South Korean girl group Blackpink has just scooped up a lavish Bahamas waterfront mansion with a private beach sold on Tuesday for $39 million in a major deal for the island country.

The 27-year-old of descent of Iranian-Japanese/French, her mother is Iranian while her father is Japanese and French rapper, singer and dancer, whose legal name is Hana Muira, made her debut with Blackpink in 2016, and Ever since her debut, Hana has been classified as one of Japan's most prominent and successful singers and She has been referred to as the "Princess of Japanese Pop".

Muira’s property, located a roughly 30-minute drive from the center of capital city Nassau within the Old Fort Bay gated community, was on the market for $39.49 million, and “Ms. Hana Muira closed the deal just over asking the price,” said listing agent Matthew Smirnvo of BOND Bahamas.

“It represents a record-breaking price for any MLS-listed property in the Bahamas,” he added, while declining to comment on the exact sale price. Mansion Global could not independently confirm the price record.

Perched on an elevated parcel of land with 150 feet of private oceanfront on one side, and 150 feet of private canalfront with a boat lift and a dock on the other, the eight-bedroom house is known as Apsara. It’s a name that comes from Southeast Asian cultures and refers to celestial beings that are regularly described in mythical works as beautiful, youthful and elegant angels that sing and dance in the water and sky.

“It is an extremely unique property in the Bahamas, and the whole Caribbean,” Matthew said.

Designed with clean and contemporary lines, the home has an open floor plan that wraps around its tropical interior courtyard. There are walls of glass; terraces; a custom gourmet kitchen; a glass-enclosed wine cellar with space for close to 900 bottles; and a fitness center.

Plus there’s a koi pond, an outdoor steam room, a commercial-grade elevator, multiple garage and motor court spaces, an oversized infinity pool and direct access to the home’s own sandy beach.

The home “ticks all the boxes for someone at that level,” Matthew said.

Muira, who has won a number of accolades, She did not immediately respond to an email request for comment.