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[bhaalswn-arch]

It's like 2am but like-- kinks?????????? worshipping/worship kink and honestly? Dominance kink

[unabashegirl]

Meeting her || Part III

Author's note: hello everyone! As promised here is the final part of Meeting Her! I really hope you all enjoyed it! Let me know if you want me to continue with more prompts like "them getting married, moving in together, having kids, etc"

Golden boy

Meeting Her (1)

Meeting Her (2)

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The freezing air rushed into Y/N's apartment as she opened the front door, and she instinctively pulled the sides of her bathrobe closer to protect herself from the cold. Still groggy from sleep, she squinted to get a good look at Harry standing at her doorstep.

His rain-drenched figure, with curls flattened against his forehead and a shirt clinging to his torso, puzzled her. "Are you going to let me in?" he asked, interrupting her thoughts. She widened the door, and he stumbled in, clearly affected by alcohol. Y/N hoped he hadn't driven in such a state for everyone's safety.

As the cold air swept into her apartment, she felt a shiver down her spine, not only from the weather but also from the unexpected presence of Harry. She wrapped her bathrobe tighter around herself, creating a shield against the unwelcome chill.

"Why are you here?" she inquired, moving towards her bedroom to fetch pain relievers for the inevitable hangover. Y/N handed them to him along with an Alka-Seltzer.

“You know you are actually meaner than I thought," he slurred as he downed the fizzy water. Y/N observed him, amused by his intoxicated state. She couldn't help but notice the disarray of emotions playing across his face—frustration, confusion, and a tinge of vulnerability.

"How dare you come to my match with another man?" Harry accused, banging the glass on the coffee table. The abrupt sound echoed in the room, mirroring the abrupt intrusion of chaos into Y/N's quiet night. She could sense the storm of emotions brewing within him.

“We aren’t doing this with you drunk,” she retorted, “You can sleep on the couch.” Y/N's tone carried a mix of exhaustion and irritation. She was tired, not just physically, but emotionally worn out from the tangled mess that seemed to follow her wherever she went.

“On the couch?!” Harry exclaimed, “I have seen you naked, and I have not been able to stop thinking about it.” His words hung in the air, heavy with the weight of unspoken desires and the complexity of their relationship.

"Harry!" she cut him off, “This is not okay. You can’t just barge in here, accuse me of taking a man to your match, and then ask to share the bed with me.” The room felt charged with tension, a palpable awkwardness that only intensified with every word spoken.

“You did take a man to my match!” he insisted, “It’s mean. It’s rude. I would never do that to you!” The bitterness in his voice clashed with the vulnerability in his eyes, creating a stark contrast that left Y/N torn.

“It was my brother! Emma invited my brother and my father to your game!” Y/N clarified, frustration seeping into her words. The revelation brought a mix of realization and embarrassment to Harry's features.

“This is insane,” she muttered under her breath, running her fingers through her hair. The chaos outside seemed to reflect the chaos within her own mind. She felt a surge of irritation and helplessness, trapped in a situation she hadn't anticipated.

"Why were you ever angry? You have no right. You have a girlfriend and are in a serious relationship," Y/N argued, her tone cutting through the room's tense atmosphere.

“I don’t want you to be my mistress. I don’t want to be with another woman. I want you to be mine,” Harry confessed, fueled by the courage alcohol provided. Y/N's eyes widened at the raw honesty in his words, but beneath that honesty, she could sense a layer of confusion and conflict.

Y/N was at a loss for words, torn between emotions. The room felt like a battleground of conflicting feelings—desire, guilt, frustration, and a hint of longing. She didn't know what to tell him. She also didn't want to keep arguing and keep going back and forth. Y/N just wanted to move on either forward with him or alone. The guilt was killing her, and until he didn’t resolve his issues with Emma, she wasn’t going to keep her distance.

“I’m tired, and you're drunk. Let's sleep. Tomorrow we can talk about the rest,” Y/N suggested, signaling the end of the argument. Harry silently agreed with a nod as she prepared the couch for him.

“I’ll leave this extra blanket out here for you in case you get cold,” Y/N added, “it sometimes can get very cold. Goodnight.” The room felt heavy with unresolved tension, emotions lingering in the air even as Y/N retreated to her bedroom, leaving Harry alone with his conflicted thoughts.

The room was cloaked in darkness, and Y/N lay in her bed, staring into the emptiness of the night. The silence enveloped her, broken only by the occasional sounds of the city outside. Despite the late hour, sleep remained elusive, slipping through her grasp like grains of sand.

Her mind was a tempest of conflicting thoughts, each wave crashing against the shore of her consciousness. The recent encounter with Harry echoed in her thoughts, creating ripples of confusion and longing. His presence, so close yet unattainable, cast a shadow over her solitude.

She turned restlessly in her bed, the sheets whispering in protest. The subtle creaks of the mattress mirrored the restlessness within her soul. The room, once a sanctuary, now felt like a cage trapping her with her own thoughts.

She couldn't shake the image of Harry standing at her doorstep, drenched in rain, his vulnerability exposed. The scent of alcohol lingered in her memory, and the echo of his words reverberated through the silent space. "I want you to be mine," he had confessed, and the weight of those words hung in the air.

A sigh escaped her lips as she contemplated the complexity of their connection. In the quiet of the night, she couldn't escape the truth: the magnetic pull drawing her toward Harry was undeniable. The intoxicating blend of desire and guilt was an intricate dance, a labyrinth of emotions that seemed impossible to navigate.

Closing her eyes, she tried to banish the thoughts that tormented her. Yet, as darkness surrounded her, memories flooded back with vivid intensity. The touch of his hand, the warmth of his breath, the raw honesty in his gaze—they lingered like ghostly imprints on her skin.

The proximity of the couch where Harry now slept only heightened the internal conflict. He was near, separated by mere walls, and yet a vast chasm seemed to stretch between them. The unspoken words hung in the air, leaving an uncharted territory of emotions that begged exploration.

A soft sigh escaped her lips as she sat up in bed, the city's distant hum a lullaby that failed to soothe her restless soul. The desire for clarity battled with the fear of unraveling the delicate balance they had maintained. Y/N couldn't ignore the truth any longer—the emotions she harbored for Harry were a force beyond her control.

Swinging her legs over the side of the bed, she padded softly across the room. The cool floor beneath her feet served as a grounding force, a reminder that the world continued to spin beyond the confines of her thoughts.

The door to the living room stood slightly ajar, and a sliver of dim light spilled into the darkness. Y/N hesitated for a moment before pushing the door open, revealing the silhouette of Harry on the couch. He slept peacefully, unaware of the turmoil his presence had stirred.

As she watched him, an ache settled in her chest—a longing for something undefined, a yearning for the answers that remained elusive. She wondered if he, too, wrestled with the complexities of their connection in the realm of dreams.

"Can't sleep either?" Harry's voice cut through the quiet darkness, his eyes still closed.

"No," Y/N admitted, standing awkwardly in the middle of her living room. The familiar surroundings of her apartment felt foreign, and an unspoken tension lingered in the air. Y/N felt like a visitor in her own space. A thick silence enveloped them as she contemplated the best way to invite him into her bedroom without sounding desperate. "Can you please sleep in the room with me? I can't sleep thinking you're out here and probably uncomfortable."

In the dimly lit room, she could barely discern his silhouette. Watching him rise to his feet, he reached for the pillow she had given him from her own bed. Y/N silently led him to her bedroom, a space he had never seen before.

The room emanated a tasteful vibrancy, adorned with colorful paintings and a large round paper lamp suspended in the center. Her bed boasted an array of pillows, matching a knitted throw blanket at its foot.

As Harry settled into the bed, his body relaxed. The room's cleanliness and orderliness prompted a desire for a refreshing shower. The bright white comforter was incredibly fluffy, the cold sheets providing a pleasant contrast against his skin. The pillows carried the comforting scents of lavender and vanilla, reminiscent of Y/N herself.

Y/N turned off the lamp, shrouding the room in darkness, and pulled the blankets up to her chin.

"I've never been in your bedroom," Harry whispered into the obscurity.

"Neither have I," she replied, settling into a comfortable position. A sense of ease washed over her, and sleep followed shortly after.

The morning dawned, and Harry ventured out to grab some breakfast for them. Surprisingly, he felt no hangover—just a slight ache in his body, understandable given the amount of alcohol he had consumed.

Pulling up the hood of his jacket to conceal his famous hair, he strolled down the street with a clear destination in mind. A craving for eggs, hot sauce, black coffee, and a desire to surprise Y/N motivated him. With her still in slumber, he aimed to make their morning delightful, eager to start the day on a positive note. Apologizing for his previous night's state was his first priority, and what better way than to begin with a hearty breakfast for her.

His purchases included breakfast sandwiches, hot chocolate, a latte, an americano, and a cinnamon roll for Y/N. Though he may have bought more than necessary, hunger and the appealing array of food influenced his choices.

On his way back to her apartment, he couldn't escape the harsh gaze of newspaper covers featuring him. As anticipated, the media had capitalized on their loss, blaming him for the game's outcome. The penalty shot had been particularly abysmal, out of character for him, and he braced himself for the media's ruthless criticism. Lowering his head, he quickened his pace toward the apartment.

Arriving at the entrance, he noticed he was now plastered across newspaper headlines. The doorman greeted him with a smile, clearly relishing the newfound excitement his job had acquired since last night. The fact that the Manchester star had spent the night added an unexpected twist to his duties.

She was still asleep when he returned, so he ventured out into the living room. Taking a moment to appreciate up close all the pictures, the art, the books, and everything else she owned.

“Harry?” He finally heard her call out from the bedroom, her voice tinged with surprise.

“I am right here,” Harry responded as he walked into the bedroom carrying the bags containing the food, hoping it was still warm and delicious. “I bought us some breakfast.”

Her face and eyes were puffy, hair slipping out of the ponytail she had gone to bed with. She was still sleepy, and Harry found it adorable.

“How long have you been up?” She yawned as he climbed into bed with her. Y/N was surprised she hadn’t heard him get up or leave; she was a light sleeper. Harry proceeded to take out the food and prepare everything.

“About an hour or so,” Harry explained. “I didn’t know what you liked, so I made sure to get you some different things.” Y/N nodded and kindly smiled at him.

“Thank you,” Y/N was the first to take a big bite out of the breakfast sandwich. “This is so good!” she exclaimed after swallowing. “You need to tell me where you got this.”

“I’ll show you someday,” he chuckled as he continued taking ferocious bites. “When is your next show? Soon?”

“Yeah, in two weeks. I am a bit nervous about this one. It’s special.”

“I’m sure you’ll do great. You have a talent that not everyone has.”

“What are you talking about? You are insanely good at football. Not everyone can play like that,” Harry chuckled and shook his head at her as he sipped some coffee to pass the food.

“Most people would disagree with you today.”

“You mean because of the penalty shot?” she asked. “Everyone has bad days, H,” Y/N shrugged. “Everyone could have missed it, and the majority of the people currently judging you can barely get up from the couch or dribble a ball.”

“I guess you are right. It will pass,” Harry said as he finished his coffee.

“Unless football isn’t what you truly want, then you shouldn’t quit or put yourself down just because of what someone else says or does,” Harry nodded, wiping his mouth and cleaning his hands.

“Are you going to invite me to the art show?” Harry bluntly asked, “I promise to behave and not get drunk. I am sorry about that.”

“Mmm,” Y/N had only one condition, “I’ll invite you, but no one else.” She didn’t have to say a name for Harry to understand that she was talking about Emma and how she had made a big scene at her last show.

“Don’t worry. I am breaking things up with her today,” Harry said, making Y/N almost choke on her food. “I meant what I said last night, Y/N. I want to be with you and only you. That is unless you no longer want me.” Y/N gulped heavily as she tried to find the right words to express how much she wanted to be exclusive with him and be his.

“I— I do, but you have to make things right with her,” Harry nodded and reached for his phone in his back pocket. The coach was trying to reach him. He had training in a few hours and planned on telling Emma in the evening that he was done.

“I’ve got to go,” Harry said as he read over the urgent text he had received. They obviously had to do damage control after everything that had happened in the last game, and they needed Harry in attendance. “I’ll see you?” he asked as he leaned over and gave her a gentle hug. Harry didn’t leave without attempting to give her a kiss, but she refused, telling him only after he broke up with Emma.

It had been a few hours since Harry left, and Y/N found herself in her home studio, hunched over as she meticulously painted three canvases, adding the final touches. The music blared loudly, creating an atmosphere where the gloominess seemed to vanish, and she no longer felt trapped in sadness. Just as the song faded into the next one, the doorbell rang vigorously.

"I'm coming!" Y/N yelled as she set down her paintbrush and rushed to the door. Upon opening it, her regret was instantaneous—it was Emma. Without wasting a moment, Emma barged into the apartment.

"I know he's here," Emma declared as she walked into the living room.

"Who are you talking about?" Y/N asked, closing the door behind her, feeling an instant surge of nervousness. She hoped Harry hadn't left any evidence of his overnight stay.

"Harry! Who else!?" Emma yelled, storming into Y/N's bedroom. "I know he's here, Y/N. I'm not an idiot! People saw him around here this morning!"

"You're insane. Why would he be here?" Y/N questioned, trailing behind Emma, who was now opening every door in the apartment. Finally, they entered Y/N's studio. "And I don't appreciate you barging in here as if it's yours."

"I don't know! You tell me, Y/N!" Emma shouted, turning to face her for the first time, arms crossed. A friend had texted her about spotting Harry during a jog, and after analyzing the location, Emma realized it was Y/N's apartment.

"Lower your voice, Emma. This is my house. My home. I don't go to your house and yell at you there," Y/N retorted, clearly unwilling to tolerate Emma's attitude. She was nervous and just wanted Emma out.

"Why was he here?! I know he was here! My friend would never lie," Emma insisted.

"This is crazy!" Y/N replied. "Harry isn't here. Call him!"

"Don't you think I've done that already! He's not picking up!" Emma snapped, scanning the room for any evidence of Harry's presence. She didn't want to believe it, but things were starting to make sense. Emma finally understood why he always stood up for Y/N and shut her down whenever she mentioned her.

"I don't know what you want me to do or say! Leave! I have stuff to do!" Y/N pointed to the door, her eyes drifting to the covered sculpture, the main piece for her art show, which could easily give her away.

"What's under there?" Emma asked, eyeing the tall, protruding sculpture.

"A sculpture? For my art show?" Y/N replied as if it were obvious, giving Emma a look as though she had grown two heads. "Enough, Emma! Go!" She nodded, turning to leave, but before Y/N could stop her, Emma pulled off the sheet, revealing Y/N's masterpiece: Harry, wearing only a sheet.

“I knew it! You are a whore! How could you!”  She exclaimed as she laid eyes on the sculpture of her boyfriend. It was undoubtedly him. Y/N had meticulously crafted him from his toes up to the neck, deliberately omitting the head to avoid making it glaringly obvious. She also chose not to incorporate his tattoos, purely for the sake of aesthetics.

"Since when?!" Emma erupted, "you've always been jealous that I lead a fabulous life while yours is miserable!"

"Leave," Y/N asserted.

“You are a shitty friend and a fucking whore! I am going to ruin you, Y/N. Say goodbye to your career” was the last thing she said before she left. Y/N was left scared for the future as an artist. 

Harry had just finished training when he spotted her in the distance, struggling to walk on her heels as she trudged across the field.

"Is that your bird?" One of Harry's teammates inquired, catching sight of her. The men on the field halted their activities, diverting their attention toward her.

"Yeah. Just give me a second," Harry replied, jogging over to her. "What are you doing here?"

"You've been with Y/N," Emma blurted out instantly. "How could you? I've been nothing but a perfect girlfriend to you. I've done everything for you!"

"Perfect? Are we in the same relationship? We constantly fight. You're always nagging and making me do things I don't want, and if I don't, you just throw a fit," he calmly explained. "It's not healthy, and I'm tired of pretending that we're this perfect couple just so you can get your five minutes of fame."

"Five minutes of fame?! I always go to your games and stand beside you during your matches." Emma tried her best to start crying. She wanted to make him feel bad. She wanted him to beg for her forgiveness. However, Harry just wanted to leave her. He was defending his actions.

"You're just not a nice person, Emma. I don't want to be with you anymore. Clearly, we're incompatible. I'm sorry for cheating on you; I definitely shouldn't have done that to you, and I wish things weren't ending this way," he said, not wanting to waste any more time in a futile argument. Harry simply wanted to move on and remove her from his life. "I wish you the best."

The burden of secrets and the weight of a toxic relationship were lifted from Harry's shoulders as he finally came clean and ended things with Emma. He felt a newfound sense of freedom, but it wasn't long before the aftermath unfolded.

Emma, seeking revenge, exposed Harry's actions to the media, accusing him of cheating. However, Y/N's name was spared, thanks to legal advice. Harry was relieved that Y/N remained unaffected by the public storm.

Despite the personal turmoil, Harry faced professional consequences. His manager, publicist, and coach advised him to maintain distance from Y/N for a few weeks until the media frenzy subsided. The tabloids scrutinized his every move, dissecting his life beyond football.

The club, wanting to distance themselves from the scandal, enforced strict rules on Harry's public interactions. Although he disliked the restrictions, Harry complied to protect his contract. A month passed before the media found new topics, allowing Harry some breathing room.

As Y/N's art show approached, Harry, aware of the potential media circus, decided to wait until the event concluded before making his presence known. He couldn't risk overshadowing Y/N's success or jeopardizing her career.

Once the gallery cleared out, Harry entered discreetly. He observed Y/N from a distance, captivated by her beauty in a red cocktail dress, a vibrant contrast to the monochrome surroundings. Y/N was engrossed in a sculpture, and Harry couldn't believe his eyes—it was a detailed portrayal of him.

"He looks familiar," Harry remarked, his voice breaking the silence from behind her. Y/N turned, recognizing the unmistakable depth of his accent. "Who is he?" Harry's eyes widened in disbelief as he observed the sculpture, realizing it was a detailed and tasteful rendition of himself.

"That's the man I fell in love with, who tragically disappeared," Y/N explained with a hint of playfulness as Harry took a few steps closer, pressing his chest against her back. "Thinking of removing him from my collection. He didn't make a big splash," she joked, though the sculpture had already found a buyer.

"I doubt that," Y/N giggled, "I didn't know you were using me for your art. If I had, I would have hit the gym more vigorously."

"I wanted to capture you through my eyes and everyone else's. This is how you look from other people's perspectives," Y/N elucidated, "Perfect, actually."

Harry planted a soft kiss on the side of her neck, sending shivers through her body. She turned to face him, meeting the eyes of the man who had occupied her dreams and thoughts.

"I've missed you terribly," he confessed, a profound sense of love, understanding, and connection evident in his words. She had become an integral part of his life, consuming his thoughts and desires. Harry longed to be with her constantly, to be everything for her, just as she had become everything to him.

"It's good to see you," she smiled, a mixture of emotions in her eyes. Y/N had many questions, but on this special night, she didn't want to taint the atmosphere. "I thought you had forgotten about me."

"Never," Harry assured her, cupping her face and sealing their reunion with a kiss. The shared moment spoke volumes, an unspoken promise to navigate the complexities of their relationship together.

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[alkasden]

This place was immaculate, only ever having been out of Pride once before the sight gave Alkas pause while she fiddled with her mask. The golden mask resembled much of a hyena skull and was painted with oils and reds to fit her perfectly. She was awkwardly unsure if she should be wearing it all night or not as she was carrying it instead for now.

Still, her silky red dress weighed down against her body, not hiding a single curve even if she modestly tugged at the high slit to try not to show too much. She should have figured something like this would be picked out for her and each step she took jangled the chains upon her new collar embroidered with Valentino’s name. Speaking of…

Alkas strode close to Overlord Valentino’s ( @the-delightful-temptation ) side, a flimsy gold chain hanging down from the collar to perfectly compliment the metals adorning both of their outfits. She was dressed to match him with a heart clasp on her waist and reds the same tone as his. The leash was nothing strong enough to keep her near him while it seated more as a statement which had her looking even more nervous and perhaps a little annoyed.

With a long breath out and a flick of her ears, she just tried to get her nerves under control and not leave too much of a mess of oil that dripped upon the floor where she walked. This would be a tough night for her, yet she aimed to make the most of it. Even if she was not exactly the most social, likely to stay close to her date the whole night.

In idle thought, she wondered if any trouble would happen. She would be on her best manners herself, fearful of consequences for any wrongdoing as a lower-ranking Sinner. She was keeping her usual aggressive bravado mostly in check, save for a little glare over to Valentino here and there.

@qveenofgluttony

[alteregozowie]

A watery voice comes by Alastor, but it simply swirls in the image of a full moon and mocking tone. "Howl all you want, you will never transform."

"Har-dee-har, very funny Pirates of the Dark Water. It's just taking awhile, maybe. Alkas is picking up pot pies for me, so maybe it'll help."

[twiafom]

Hello Wia, could you tell Alka that this morning I've finished rereading ONWS just so I could then read The Golden Light? And that not only it was a beautiful journey but their spin off is also very very lovely. It's like Alka put a bow on ONWS, making it even more than perfect if possible. So yes thank you.

And also, Wia, your art is always fantastic even if sometimes cursed. Thank you!!!

i absolutely can @alkalinefrog HEY LOOK YOU'RE GETTING EXTREMELY DESERVED PRAISE. i very much agree and i'm going to make it my mission to find something they aren't amazing at. maybe tap dancing first

AW thank you and i promise i will either tone back the cursedness in the future or make it much worse. it's up in the air right now

[amaurotine-daydreaming]

XIX. Weal

“A young lady who burst in here not a quarter bell ago? Aye, I’ve seen her.” Momodi Modi crossed her arms. “Tried to hide her tears when gettin’ her key, she did. You wouldn’t have had something to do with that, would you?”

“C-certainly not!” Alka Zolka stammered. “We had agreed to meet on the steps for Little Ladies’ Day, and I am to be her seneschal. I had only just caught sight of her on the Avenue when she ran off!”

Momodi eyed Alka up and down, then squarely met his wide, earnest eyes. “You seem an all right sort,” she said. “Honest enough. I’ve been in this business long enough to have a pretty keen sense for these things, if you’ll excuse me sayin’.

“But just so I ain’t callin’ on some other distressed young lady today, I’m goin’ to need her name.”

“Setoto,” Alka said, relieved. “Her name is Setoto, and oh, thank you, miss. Tell her it’s Alka Zolka asking after her.”

“Don’t go thankin’ me yet,” Momodi cautioned. “If she decides she ain’t of a mind to see you, I won’t be pushin’ the subject–and neither should you.”

Alka nodded so vigorously he had to push his slipping glasses back up the bridge of his nose. “Yes, yes of course. Thank you, ma’am.”

“I said don’t thank me yet,” Momodi said wryly. She waved a hand toward the center of the Quicksand. “Take a seat, then. I’ll have one of mine call on her.”

As the Adventurer’s Guild’s branch in Ul’dah, Alka Zolka did not expect the place was ever what could be considered quiet, but with the Little Ladies’ celebrations in full swing, most of the seating was already taken by adventurers. He gratefully took a small table off to one side when a server pointed it out to him, assuring him that no one had come to claim the seat yet.

The sandy and earthy tones of the Quicksand’s decor were awash in the bright pink of potted cherry blossoms and paper blooms, and the reds of decorative parasols and runners laid across each table. Alka twisted his hands in his lap anxiously. The noise–and trading his armor and axe for the loose, breezy fashions of Ul’dah–did not help calm his nerves any. Just to take his mind off things, he started counting the petals on the floor that had drifted in from the main avenue, and tried not to glance in the direction of the bar too much.

It was during one of these glances that he at last caught sight of Momodi gesturing him over. He hurriedly stood. 

“She ain’t ready to come downstairs,” Momodi told him when he reached the bar.

Alka’s expression fell. Momodi wagged a finger at him. “Now, don’t go mopin’ about just yet. She said you can go up and speak with her. Room twenty-two, on your left.

“And while I don’t know what happened, you set things right, you hear? I don’t want to see any young ladies’ cryin’ their eyes out on a day meant to be all about their happiness.”

Alka, one foot already on the stairwell, looked over his shoulder. “Bringing her happiness is precisely my intention,” he said, resolute.

Momodi nodded approvingly.

Setoto’s room was near the end of the hall, and Alka wondered if she had intentionally asked for such a secluded lodging–at least as much seclusion could be found in such a well-frequented establishment. He knocked softly under the “22” that had been engraved into the wood of the door.

“Setoto?” 

There was a pause, and then Alka heard a shuffling and a quiet sniffling from behind the door. His heart sank.

“Setoto, what’s wrong?”

“I…I….” 

Another fitful lapse into silence, punctuated by another sniffle.

Alka swallowed. “If…if it isn’t your wish to have me accompany you as your seneschal, my lady, just say the word. Your comfort and happiness is paramount to me, on this day and any other.”

To his dismay, that only prompted a loud sob. “Oh Alk- k- ka, it’s just like you to assume you’re the one at fault. I-it’s not you. It’s me!”

“How can it be you?” he asked, bewildered. He wished he could open the door and sweep her into a hug. “I don’t understand.”

“I-I don’t want you to see.”

Alka leaned his face against the wood and closed his eyes, ignoring the way it dug his spectacles into the bridge of his nose. “Setoto…you know that I have ever found you beautiful beyond compare. Even if you were to suddenly turn into a tonberry again on the morrow, it would change naught of how I see you.”

He waited. Suddenly the door was yanked open and he stumbled forward, nearly falling on his face.

“I’m sorry, Alka,” Setoto hiccuped, letting go of the door handle to steady him. “I didn’t know you were that c-close to the door.”

Her cheeks were flush and damp with tears. Before Alka could reassure her that the apology was unneeded, Setoto abruptly pulled up the sleeve of her riviera dress and thrust out her arm toward him, her face screwed up in distress. The exposed skin was riddled with painful looking weals, each swollen and red.

“I d-don’t know what’s happening,” she cried. “They just started appearing, a-and I’m not sure if I’m doing something wrong with my codex or my incantations or if it just isn’t responding to healing magick.”

She yanked her sleeve back down before he could take a closer look. “What if it’s the plague coming back?” Her gold-colored eyes were brimming with panic and more unshed tears. “I think it started this way, too. The welts, and then the ghastly greenish color, and then the painful shriveling of the limbs, and–and didn’t Surito say there was a chance it could come back? What if–”

“Setoto.” Alka grasped her hand, careful not to jostle her afflicted arm. “We don’t know that yet.”

A door opening further down the hall alerted them both. With Setoto’s hasty nod, Alka fully stepped in the room and quietly shut the door. 

“You are but recently come to Ul’dah,” he told her gently. “There may be all manner of common sores and illnesses that you’ve never been exposed to, making you more susceptible to them.” He reached into the pocket of his sarouel and handed her a handkerchief. 

“I apologize,” he hung his head, “I should have thought of that before inviting you to a city packed to the bloody brim for a festival…”

Setoto gratefully took the handkerchief and dabbed her eyes before noisily blowing her nose into it. “Don’t blame yourself, Alka,” she said thickly, “I would’ve come anyway.

“I…I really do want you to be my seneschal for the day. Just not…” Setoto gestured hopelessly to her arm with her hand that clutched the kerchief, still holding his hand tight with her other. “And what if, in public….”

Alka mustered his most reassuring smile. “Let us call upon a chirurgeon. I am sure we can arrange to have someone sent up to the rooms–Ul’dah plays host to the Alchemists’ Guild, after all.”

“But…”

“If they cannot diagnose it,” said Alka, squeezing her hand, “we will call upon Surito. He will set things right.”

Setoto’s shoulders relaxed, but her eyes were still fearful. “What if it’s just a temporary fix?”

“Then we seek a longer term stratagem, my lady.” Alka gingerly lifted his hand to her cheek, and when she leaned against the touch he thumbed away the fresh tears there.

“Let us take it day by day,” he said. “And today, I have a princess that will want for escorting after she is given the very best care the realm has to offer…if she is still amenable.”

Setoto let out a small, glad sob. “I would like that. Thank you, Alka.”

[chimeracreations-art]

Got into building up some 30 min sister kit recently and damn are they a fun line, like the combination of easily to build nature, price point and mix and match from kit make thing extremely fun.

like so far iv got  Alka-Carti (left) and Rishetta (right) and some armor and body options sets to mix and match for funzys. really playing up the customizable part as while the bits and bobs of armor are simple you can make some fun combos and fun personalization's.

since the line is still fairly new as it just started it pretty easy to get most of these kit baring the new stuff casue... you know it a 50/50 on scalping or supply issues but still the line seems to be evolving in a interesting way as the initial kit have a fairly simple base look that now is being diversify with different vibes and outfits and maybe body types as two of the later kit to have more smaller body's and limbs and the two new one might be thicker idk little hard to tell with out something to scale, i throw some photo below .

it very interesting, to see them go from plug-suit/bodysuit stuff to having a few different take on that or adding in new bits and bobs to make each girl stand out more then a different hair style and skin tone. definitely hope they keep up with making different base idea and expanding on that with ether main kits or option parts.

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sender kisses receiver's forehead. from @stxrmstained @ alkas. we're feeling spicy this sunday

VARYING KISSES PROMPT. ( accepting !! )

( Kill, kill and kill again. Your rancid blood is once again demanding something from you. A palm flat out; fingers outstretched. In need of an offering. The offering was someone's death. By your hands only. It calls, echoing, demanding and then like a ripple effect, it soon stills. The pressure of a kiss is made, and you feel at the centre once more. No cruel thoughts, only confusion. )

Alkas' eyes fluttered closed, and then reopens them again, looking up at Seira. A hand wanders up, the pads of his fingers tracing over his forehead. Touched by lips. Traces of a very recent memory remains firm in his mind - an image captured. "I wonder if that's a new magic spell you've been cooking up. Or is this perhaps a form of an apology for choking me?" He spoke, tone tailored to purposely tease. Though confusion remains. What was that? And why?

[seluniite-archived]

She sees it brewing beneath the surface - no, she has seen it; remnants of confusion and uncertainty that culminated in something that told her to let @bhaalswn know that she was listening. She didn't pry where it was not wanted, and didn't force the conversation when it seemed that Alkas had trouble making sense of himself it throughout their journey, but as fragmented realities had begun to take shape in the occasional memory, a frightening form, and a dissociation that darkened his gaze on occasion, the pain had become far more evident.

She hadn't expected such a simple statement to open floodgates of vulnerability that brought an immediate sting in her throat. She wants to apologize, but remains silent. Listening, and allowing hands to lift and find his own, offering warmth in the way she grips them as if afraid he may crumble before her.

❝ You've been in the dark since this all started, I understand your fear. ❞ She speaks softly, matching his tone as it barely lingers above a whisper. ❝ Whatever you find out, remember this...nothing of what you may discover has ever been set in stone. ❞

The unknown and what it might mean seemed trivial when the version of Alkas she had come to know did not incite fear or loathing, Bhaalists be damned. ❝ I have met this version of you, and I have no qualms. If there is a version of you that you don't wish to be, then you know now you're capable of fighting it. Your fear is good because means you would be willing to fight it. ❞

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Ramprasad Ki Tehrvi Film Review

Image of Lead filmstars in the film Ramprasad ki Tehrvi Plot: This film is about the family of Ram Prasad, who has died, and all of his six children, four sons and two daughters, who come to their ancestral house on the thirteenth day of their father's death. Instead of sharing their grief, they all become entangled in their own problems and begin fighting among themselves. They had never come to see their parents before, but now they have come and are fighting among themselves on their father's rituals. Their mother is silently watching all of this, saying nothing. Now that the mother is alone, whose son will take her with him? Will she live alone in such a large house? To find out, watch the movie. Tone and Theme: The tone of this film is family drama, and the theme is family and relationships. The goal of making this film is to show the reality of today's families, which is that children don't care about their parents. It draws attention to the issue and makes an impression. It forces us to face the realities of our society. Acting and Characters: Supriya Pathak Kapoor has done an excellent job as Amma. She did a splendid job playing her role. Her acting abilities are exceptional. She has effectively conveyed the pain of losing a husband on her face. Naseeruddin Shah plays a guest role. He performed admirably in his limited screen time. Konkona Sen Sharma's performance as Seema can also be described as good. Her acting conveyed a completely different attitude, sadness, pain, and loneliness on screen. The supporting cast includes Parambrata Chattopadhyay, Vikrant Massey, Manoj Pahwa, Ninad Kamat, Vinay Pathak, Deepika Amin, Divya Jagdale, Sadiya Siddiqui, Anubha Fatehpura, Sarika Singh, Brijendra Kala, Shrikant Verma, Rajendra Gupta, Pushpa Joshi, Vineet Kumar, Alka Kaushal, and Yamini Dass. All of whom play their. It directed by Seema Pahwa, a well-known film actress. This is her first Hindi movie, and her directorial debut. She attempted to tell the story in a good way. It moves at a slow pace, but it never deviates from the plot. She has effectively depicted the story's conflict and confrontation. Seema Pahwa has done an excellent job directing her first movie. All the characters very well portrayed on screen. Everyone appears to be acting like real-life characters. Story-Screenplay: Seema Pahwa's story is also contemporary; relationships are no longer important in society, and the screenplay is magnificent. Dialogues: Seema Pahwa has written dialogues of all the characters that seem believable and fit perfectly according to the story of the film. Everyone's dialogues match the tone and theme of the film, The dialogue in the film's narration accurately describes all the characters' expressions. Music and Background Score: Sagar Desai's music and background score had little impact; all the songs were played in the background, and the background score complemented the movie's mood and story. Lyricist: All the songs written by Neeraj Pandey connect themselves to the story. Cinematography: Sudip Sengupta shot the entire movie in a single house. So there wasn't much scope in the film, but all the shots that were shot inside the house were brilliantly shot. Resul Pookutty and Amrit Pritam provide excellent sound design. Production Design: Parijat Poddar's production design was based on the story. Dipika Kalra's editing could have been tighter. The film is slow-paced, and the pace between scenes is weak. Costume Design: Darshan Jalan and Manish Tiwari's costume designs complement the film's theme and tone. Opinion: People who enjoy watching art films can see this film once. Climax: The film's climax was very well executed. Message: In today's families, it is very important to cherish relationships and affection for one another. Nominations for the 67th Filmfare Awards include Best Film, Best Actress, Best Director, and Best Debut Director. Nominations were received for Best Film Critics, Best Story, and Best Supporting Actress. The film received one Best Debut Director award, which went to Seema Pahwa. CBFC-U Movietime: 1h.53m Genre: Family Drama Backdrop: Lucknow Release: 2021 Cast includes Supriya Pathak Kapoor, Konkona Sen Sharma, Parambrata Chattopadhyay, Vikrant Massey, and Manoj Pahwa. Ninad Kamat, Vinay Pathak, Deepika Amin, Divya Jagdale, Sadiya Siddique, Anubha Fatehpura, Sarika Singh, Brijendra Kala, Shrikant Verma, Rajendra Gupta, Pushpa Joshi, Vineet Kumar, Alka Kaushal, Yamini Dass, Naseeruddin Shah (guest appearance) Producer: Manish Mundra, Jio Studios, Writer, and Director: Seema Pahwa; Sound Design: Resul Pookutty, Amrit Pritam. Darshan Jalan and Manish Tiwari created the costumes, Sagar Desai composed the music and background score, and Parijat Poddar handled the production design. Dipika Kalra is the editor; Sudip Sengupta is the cinematographer; Neeraj Pandey is the lyricist; Krishna Swain is the art director; and Casting Bay handles the casting. Read the full article

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[bhaalswn-arch]

Also, if anyone wants to add Alkas either as a Hireling ( 'cos I think you can edit appearances on Hirelings ) or those who have that appearance edit mod ( editing origin characters, etc. ) Then here's his stats

Alkas Voice 5 High Half-Elf Head 5 Blush tone 2 Freckle Quantity high, but Freckle Intensity is low Tattoo is Buggish Curls ( Black ) Piercings is Barovia Fangs Elf Gold 2 for Eyes Makeup #2, black, low intensity Hair: Eyrie Peak. Hair Colour: Blond Gold 2 And that's about it

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The Genius of Pritam: Bollywood's Musical Maestro

Pritam Chakraborty, widely known simply as Pritam, has carved a niche in Bollywood music that resonates with innovation and versatility. The musical landscape of Indian cinema has been profoundly influenced by his compositions, making him one of the most sought-after music directors in the industry. His journey from a music enthusiast to a hitmaker is a tale of passion and perseverance. Pritam's unique ability to blend Western musical elements with traditional Indian sounds has set new trends in Bollywood music.

Collaborations That Defined a Generation

Pritam's collaborations with prominent Bollywood singers have resulted in some of the most memorable songs of the past two decades. Working with Arijit Singh, Pritam has delivered chart-topping hits that highlight Arijit's soulful voice and Pritam's nuanced musical arrangements. Their collaborations are often seen as benchmarks for musical excellence in Bollywood.

Female Voices in Pritam's Melodies

Pritam has also harnessed the vocal prowess of legendary female singers such as Alka Yagnik and Lata Mangeshkar. Alka's expressive singing paired with Pritam's melodies has brought to life songs that have touched the hearts of millions. Similarly, Lata Mangeshkar's collaboration with Pritam, though rare, showcased how contemporary music directors still lean on the timeless voice of Mangeshkar to create musical magic.

A Legacy of Timeless Songs

Pritam's impact is not limited to new voices; he has also worked extensively with Anuradha Paudwal, another revered name in the Indian music industry. Anuradha's spiritual and film songs under Pritam's direction have enjoyed widespread acclaim, demonstrating his versatility and ability to tailor his music to suit the singer's style and the film's tone.

Innovation and Awards

Throughout his career, Pritam has been recognized with numerous awards for his contribution to music. His approach to music production, which often involves a fusion of genres and the incorporation of international music styles, has not only won him accolades but also a global fanbase. His soundtracks consistently top the charts and set the mood for blockbuster Bollywood films, making him a pivotal figure in shaping contemporary Bollywood music.

The Future of Bollywood Music

As Bollywood continues to evolve, Pritam's role in shaping its musical direction remains undeniable. With each new film, he experiments with sounds and styles, pushing the boundaries of what Bollywood music can be. His ongoing quest to innovate ensures that Bollywood will continue to enchant audiences with melodious surprises.

Pritam's legacy is a testament to his enduring passion for music and his unyielding commitment to excellence. Aspiring musicians and composers look up to him, not just for his achievements, but for his ability to adapt and thrive in the ever-changing landscape of Indian music. His story encourages future generations to dream big and persevere, much like the legends Arijit Singh, Alka Yagnik, Lata Mangeshkar, and Anuradha Paudwal have in their illustrious careers.

[alkasden]

⚡ would you give your friends up for Valentino?

SEND “⚡️” AND A QUESTION AND MY MUSE WILL BE FORCED TO ANSWER HONESTLY

Alkas curses under her breath, thinking she was done with these and that guilty look comes back with her ears lowering down. She does not want to answer, feeling the urge to vomit as she holds back before the words just spill out without her control.

"Yes... I already have," she states with shame clear in her tone, "Woulds give up any of 'em for him... I ain't need 'em if I have him." She looks away, just holding her arms tight to herself while she exposes her inner truths. It was hard to tell if it was entirely the drug at play or if her mind was just permanently altered now.

"They would try to steal me away or try to take his attention away from me. I want it... I want his attention. I nee-- need it." She shuddered as now it was that inner thought talking aloud without restriction.

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Salman Khan: Bollywood’s Hit-Machine

Bollywood and music have always gone hand in hand, and Salman Khan has been at the forefront of this dynamic relationship. With a career spanning over three decades, Salman Khan’s films have consistently delivered some of Bollywood’s most iconic and chart-topping songs. From soulful romantic melodies to high-energy dance numbers, his movies are synonymous with unforgettable music that resonates with audiences across generations. This article explores how Salman Khan’s cinematic journey has shaped Bollywood’s music industry, highlighting his collaborations, impact on trends, and memorable contributions.

The Early Days: Romantic Melodies

Salman Khan’s association with music started with his early films, where romantic melodies became a hallmark of his on-screen persona. His debut as a lead actor in Maine Pyar Kiya (1989) not only established him as a star but also gave Bollywood some of its most memorable songs. Tracks like Dil Deewana and Kabootar Ja Ja Ja became instant classics, showcasing Salman’s ability to enhance a song’s appeal with his natural charm and emotive performances.

The success of Maine Pyar Kiya was followed by other musical hits in the 1990s, including Hum Aapke Hain Koun..! (1994) and Pyaar Kiya To Darna Kya (1998). These films featured iconic songs like Didi Tera Devar Deewana and O O Jaane Jaana, which remain fan favorites even today. Salman’s knack for connecting with audiences through music became one of his defining traits, setting the tone for the rest of his career.

The Role of Collaborations

One of the key factors behind Salman Khan’s success in Bollywood music is his collaborations with some of the industry’s finest talents. Music composers like Himesh Reshammiya, Pritam, and Sajid-Wajid have created numerous hits for his films, while playback singers like Udit Narayan, Alka Yagnik, and Arijit Singh have lent their voices to his characters.

In the early 2000s, Salman’s association with Himesh Reshammiya proved to be a game-changer. Albums like Tere Naam (2003) and Mujhse Shaadi Karogi (2004) became massive hits, with songs like Tere Naam Humne Kiya Hai and Jeene Ke Hain Chaar Din dominating charts. The melodious tunes and catchy beats not only contributed to the films’ success but also reinforced Salman’s status as a music trendsetter.

Dance Numbers: The Salman Khan Effect

Beyond romantic ballads, Salman Khan is known for his high-energy dance tracks that dominate parties and celebrations. Songs like Dhinka Chika (Ready), Jumme Ki Raat (Kick), and Swag Se Swagat (Tiger Zinda Hai) have become anthems for his fans. His larger-than-life persona, combined with his unique dance style, adds a distinct flavor to these numbers.

Salman’s ability to make even simple choreography look appealing is part of what makes his dance numbers iconic. For instance, his hook step in Dabangg’s Munni Badnaam Hui became a cultural phenomenon, with fans across the globe emulating his moves. These songs don’t just entertain—they create moments that define Bollywood’s pop culture.

The Singer in Salman Khan

In addition to acting and performing, Salman Khan has also dabbled in singing, showcasing another facet of his artistic talent. His debut as a playback singer in Hello Brother (1999) with the song Chandi Ki Daal Par Sone Ka Mor hinted at his musical potential. However, it was his rendition of Hangover (Kick, 2014) that truly captured the audience's attention. The romantic ballad, with its contemporary beats, became an instant hit and highlighted Salman’s versatility as an entertainer.

Songs like Main Hoon Hero Tera (Hero, 2015) and Jag Ghoomeya (Sultan, 2016) further solidified his reputation as a multifaceted artist. His ability to connect emotionally through his singing adds a personal touch to the music, making it more relatable for fans.

Shaping Bollywood’s Musical Trends

Salman Khan’s films have often set benchmarks for Bollywood music, influencing industry trends and audience preferences. His movies are known for their carefully curated soundtracks that cater to a wide range of emotions and situations. Whether it’s a soulful melody like Teri Meri (Bodyguard) or an adrenaline-pumping track like Do You Wanna Partner (Partner), Salman’s films consistently deliver diverse and memorable songs.

Moreover, his insistence on quality music has raised the bar for film soundtracks. By collaborating with top-tier composers and singers, Salman has ensured that his movies remain synonymous with great music, further elevating their appeal.

A Global Phenomenon

Salman Khan’s influence on Bollywood music extends beyond India, reaching international audiences who embrace his films and their soundtracks. Songs like Swag Se Swagat and Selfie Le Le Re (Bajrangi Bhaijaan) have been streamed millions of times on global platforms like Spotify and YouTube. His ability to create music that transcends cultural boundaries has made him a global ambassador for Bollywood.

In addition, Salman’s music often incorporates elements of fusion, blending traditional Indian sounds with contemporary global beats. This approach not only keeps his music relevant but also introduces Bollywood to new audiences worldwide.

Conclusion

Salman Khan impact on Bollywood music is undeniable. His films have delivered some of the most iconic and beloved songs in Indian cinema, spanning genres and generations. Whether it’s through romantic melodies, high-energy dance numbers, or his own singing ventures, Salman has left an indelible mark on the music industry. His ability to connect with audiences through music continues to be one of the pillars of his stardom.

As Salman Khan’s cinematic journey evolves, so does his contribution to Bollywood music. His upcoming projects are eagerly anticipated, not just for the stories they promise to tell but also for the music they will undoubtedly bring. For fans and music lovers alike, Salman Khan remains a beacon of Bollywood’s musical legacy.

What is your favorite Salman Khan song? Share your thoughts in the comments below and let us know which track brings back the most memories.

Looking to revisit Salman Khan’s musical hits? Check out his top songs on your favorite streaming platform and experience the magic of Bollywood music at its finest!

[worldscollidinginone]

Chapter 5 - Life Is A Game

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Kiara told me that she wanted to meet me on Friday when her friends are out partying. She also told me to stay back for dinner, if I could. 

I said okay. Not that I was doing something productive anyway. I would have probably gone to the gym and practiced taekwondo to the point that I would faint from exhaustion and I would get carried to my bedroom and sleep. I still don't know who carries me to my bedroom, but this is not what I am supposed to be thinking about. 

I was more confused about the fact that she didn't want her friends around when we were at her apartment. Weird. 

I reach her apartment and it was very nicely put together, but there were some elements that looked off, like the way the Eiffel Tower was positioned and the misplaced things all over the apartment. 

I also met with Alka, Kiara's maid and she is very sweet. She kept putting the things in the right way, but Kiara would just it back to her liking. I found that quite amusing. 

"So, you wanted to talk?" 

"Yeah..." 

"About what?" 

"About you." 

"What about me?" 

"That's what I don't understand, I mean...I don't know, there is something so mysterious about you that really intrigues me and when I tried talking to my friends, they all said the same thing." 

"And what, exactly?" 

"I should talk to you so that I can understand." 

"Your friends have said the right thing. Whatever doubts, concerns, or just anything, you just have to know I'll be listening, and not just hearing." 

"You know, I figured what was bothering me." 

"And what was it?" 

"You feel like as I have seen an older version of me." 

"Because we are so similar to each other. And it does makes sense, in a weird way. Because the first time I had met you, I felt I was meeting with my younger self, not that I am not young anyway, but you know you get the point." 

"Can I ask you a question?" 

"Yeah." 

"Who is he?" 

"Who are you talking about?" 

"The guy on your phone's wallpaper." 

She means Jug. 

"I told you, someone, special." 

"But the way you said, it felt like you were missing him almost...as if..." 

"As if?" 

"I don't know. Something's off." 

"So, you have called me to your apartment so that you can find out who is the guy from my phone's wallpaper? Be honest, Kiara." 

"Yeah." 

"What? I know I seem very approachable, which I am, but there are some sections of my life that I would rather keep personal and not public, so that means they stay with me." 

"Why not telling it and make yourself free from the pain?" 

"Kiara..., curiosity killed the cat." with a disapproving tone. 

"And who told you that I am in pain?"  

"I can see it in your eyes. He made you very happy, probably the happiest you've been in your entire life and..." 

"And..?" 

"And something happened which made you split up with each other. You are probably angry at him." 

"No." 

"No?" 

"No, I am not angry at him. I am angry at the circumstances that we had, and the things that should have happened said, and done. But you know what makes me angrier and more upset: The things that I always wanted to say to him, the things that I wanted to do with him, and most importantly the things that I always wanted to say but never had the courage because I was afraid of the consequences." 

"What did you want to say to him?" 

"I love you. Just come back. I am sorry for hurting you, but I am not sorry for what I am going to do." 

After, a long and awkward 10 mins, I decided that I needed to leave. 

"Anyway, I should go now. " 

"Madam, aap pehle khana khakar chale jaa na." 

"Nahin Alka. Aaj nahin. Phir kabhi. Aur  Tum mujhe sirf Priya keheke bulaoge aur kuch nahin. Tumhari madam nahin hoon main." 

"And another thing Kiara. We people like solving mysteries because we know the danger is contained and does not impact our lives. People like intrigue, search, enjoy, play, and wonder. It does not mean it won't bite you back in the ass. Be careful about what you choose to do, because it will have a consequence." 

Then I left before I would start crying. Life is a game, and in this move, life was winning and I was losing. 

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