#barwoman

[eric-sadahire]

Batwoman: I'm sorry Robin, Scarecrow must have slipped me some kind of extremely powerful aphrodisiac.

Robin: We fought him like two weeks ago

Batwoman: OMG yeah, so like a delayed chemical reaction that makes you try to do hand stuff with your best friend. He's so evil...

[loucaspelabeleza]

Quem me conhece sabe o quanto amo o experimento da vida. . Fiz publicidade no meu 2° grau e depois resolvi que iria para a faculdade de Direito. . O que tem de igual entre as duas? O bom e velho hábito de ilusionismo. . Perdida, mas encontrada, sempre trabalhando em coisas que não tinha nada haver com minha formação, porém confesso que foi muita diversão. . Hoje aos 39 anos depois de um curso de brincadeira, achei minha paixão. . Estou apaixonada pelas estrias e a micropigmentação. . . #vida #musica #teatro #cafe #comidajaponesa #cafeteria #direito #rj #estrias #micropigmentacao #ACMPU #telefonia #celular #bebidas #barwoman #labios #boca #pmuartist #pmu #olhos #pigmentos #fimdasestrias #nanostria (em Rio de Janeiro, Rio de Janeiro) https://www.instagram.com/p/CpETWD0u2bO/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[kguesss]

[jaz73173]

🇦🇷la prueba de que José Cuervo es capaz de lo mejor y lo peor

🇺🇸proof that Jose Cuervo is capable of the best and the worst

[leo-muscle]

Kings of the World: Caribbean Waves

Kai knew he was far above the rest. Born into money and power, he got everything he wanted, exactly when he wanted it. Women, cars, planes, food... all at the drop of a dime. He dressed in designer suits, which he constantly bragged about the price of. He wanted the whole world to bow to him, and worship the very ground he walked on.

This leads to Kai's 22nd birthday party, taking place in the Bahamas. He had invited five of his wealthiest friends, the only people he deemed worthy of associating with. They had spent the entire month on Kai's father's dime with women, watersports, booze, and dice, all leading up to one final drinking night on Kai's actual day of birth aboard his luxury yacht, moored to a private island. The party was too much: strippers dotted the decks, fireworks went off every half hour, loud music floated about, and poker chips poured like honey. Kai himself sat at the head table with his five rich friends.

"Here's to one more year of life!" Kai cheered, his voice slurring.

"Hear, hear!" His friends replied, and they all chugged down their liquor like it was water.

"Alright, guys, I've got the next round coming!" Kai shouted, as he dashed back to the bar... only something was amiss.

The scantily-dressed barwoman was nowhere to be seen. Instead, an absolute giant of an irishman stood behind the bar, dancing to the beat of the music. He wore no shirt, just a bowtie with a nametag reading "Dom," and short shorts, accentuating his enormous muscles. An easy smile sat on his face, accented by the enormous emerald earring in his right ear. Just by being in the room with the man, Kai felt a need to compete with him.

"Where's Chrissy?" Kai asked, a simmer of anger in his voice.

"Ach, she was feeling a tad ill, so she came to fetch me." The bartender replied in a soothing Irish accent. "Watcha looking for tonight?"

"Something powerful and special." Kai said. "You'd know a thing or two about that."

The bartender's smile twitched. "I think I got just the thing for a birthday boy like you. Little something from back home, you aught to enjoy it."

The bartender turned around, and started pouring a variety of liquors into a shaker, then dancing to mix it all up. Kai couldn't stop looking at his ass: while Kai was incredibly straight, he could easily tell that this man had a great, bouncy bubble butt. His pecs too were incredible, the girls should be all over him-- why weren't they?

The bartender brought the shaker right up to his enormous left pec, opened it up, and dumped something in it that Kai couldn't see. He then presented the drink into a tall tankard. It was a sparkling emerald green, unlike any drink Kai had seen before.

"What is this shit?" Kai groaned.

"Special recipe of mine. You'll learn to make it yourself, someday."

"As if. People make my drinks, not the other way around."

Kai took a big swing of the emerald drink, chugging it all in one go. Instantly, he could feel his insides bubbling.

"Did you poison me?!" Kai screamed, but was inaudible over the clamor of the party.

"Nope." The bartender said. "Enjoy." And with that, he vanished.

Kai ran to the restroom as his muscles began burning and pulsing with new strength. He could barely make it to the bathroom before he began to shake, shiver, moan, and grow.

As Kai grew, a single thought entered his head.

My behavior is not suited for a King.

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Kai's friends were starting to wonder where their leader had gone, when suddenly, a single text appeared on their phones.

Kai: Everyone, come down to the island. There's someone you need to meet.

The group stumbled to the beach, where a single man awaited them, carrying four drinks with him. He was enormous, seven feet tall, and was a stunning example of peak masculinity. He was clearly from the islands around here: his beautiful, dark skin reflected the setting sun perfectly, while saltwater trickled through his tight curls, mustache, and goatee. His gigantic, bouncy, fuckable pecs sat atop a tight muscle gut, indented with the turtle-shell pattern of abs. His biceps outsized his head, and were crisscrossed with a pattern of veins showing his strength. His legs would have been incredibly oversized on any other man, but on him, they were glorious, perfect cylinders striated with pure strength, able to cut through water with ease. His ass was a perfect breeding site for any cock able to work its way past his thick muscle cheeks. An inviting aroma of saltwater and musk wafted from him, beckoning the boys over. It assaulted their nostrils, the scent unimpeded by clothes, for this beach hunk wore only a speedo and a necklace of purest silver. It smelled divine, and although these boys were straight before, this musk was worth far more than any feeble heterosexuality. They almost climbed over each other to get closer to the man.

"Now, now," The beach hunk said. "We can take me in some other time; I'm not the important one here. What is important, is you."

"What do you mean?" One of the rich boys asked. "You're perfect!"

"And you can be too." The beach hunk replied. "You boys want a drink?"

"Yes?" Another rich boy said.

"I made them myself," The beach hunk said, gesturing to the drinks in his hands. They gleamed a pure silver, like liquid mercury.

"From this big boy down here." He continued, patting the massive cock straining to break free of his speedo.

By this point, every single boy had a raging-hard on. They needed to know what this man tasted like. They dashed over to the beach hunk, and each grabbed a glass from the man's enormous hands, and drank the whole thing in one gulp each.

Instantly, their bodies expanded. Their thighs grew from twigs to tree trunks, laced with power. Their arms mirrored their King's, bursting with strength the size of coconuts. Their abs, one by one, popped into existence, forming tight eight-packs on all of their cores.

Soon, one boy started noticing how hot his neighbor was getting. While the beach hunk was a true being of masculinity, his friend was definitely becoming capable of rivaling him. He reached over to his friend's chest, and touched his nipple--

And suddenly, his friend's chest ballooned past almost every letter of the alphabet with mass, growing larger and darker and more sensitive, until his pecs were just as bouncy and voluptuous as his King's.

"B-bro..." He moaned. "I... I need you to touch them..."

His fellow transformee showed no slowness as he latched his rapidly-expanding hands onto his friend's enormous muscle tits, pawing and kneading the muscle and nipple. His friend moaned with pleasure. How could his chest feel so good?

The other two had noticed what their friends were doing, and immediately joined in. One began worshipping another's ass, while the final one began giving his friend a blowjob. Soon, their asses and dicks had all expanded into pillars and beautiful mounds of dark flesh, sensitive and plush, perfect for kneading. The friends grew closer and closer together, their hair darkening and tightening as they went, until they had all become a massive literal clusterfuck. Each man was sucking a nipple, taking a dick, fucking an ass, all in the most intense pleasure any of them had ever felt in their life.

Though, eventually, it was all too much. They felt their load coming right from their new enormous bull balls... and they just couldn't hold it any longer. In a burst of cum, they all released each other, panting on the sand in their beautiful new forms.

King Kai knew his new boys would make great citizens of his kingdom, but there was still much work to be done. He would go about this subtly, with his own line of drinks laced with kingly fluid. Soon, the islands would be peaceful, and everyone would live freely and without strife.

[arenaconspiracy]

just played my first round of Space Station 14

i was a 59 y.o. human male named Conner Moon, who remembered nothing from before he got on the ship. shortly after i woke up a clown named Joel taught me tiding, i kept awkwardly trying to get to know this lizard barwoman named Tasha, and later right before the round ended a human guy whose name i forgot tried making cannabis bread with me and Tasha before we all died

[polarisbibliotheque]

Nemesis (Vergil x Reader) - Chapter 7

Nemesis

Pairing: Vergil x Reader

Summary: The Abyss opening is a rare occurrence. In his youth, Vergil wanted to harness its power, but never thought he would meet his greatest adversary along the way. Years later, the Abyss is once again open and that might call for some rather unlikely alliances.

Chapter 1 (Prologue) | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 (you are here!)

Age restriction: 18+ - there’s a lot of blood, violence, cursing and all those things people want to forbid younger audiences of seeing. Also, cosmic horror is a thing here. Procceed with caution

Special Credits: Our dear Ovid is a character created by @furyeclipse and, even when they don’t show up, I’m crediting and thanking forever ^^

You can check out Fury’s writing (which I highly recommend) on this link:  Fury’s Ao3

Author's notes: I TOLD YOU GUYS I HAD A NEW CHAPTER READY *party ensues* hahahaha jokes aside, I hope you like this one. I'm very happy to have Dante on the bandwagon :3

Also, 7 is my lucky number and I'm all happy like "hohoho of course chapter 7 had to be Dante's highlight, 7 is always the best" as if I'm not the one writing this thing. Your pocket writer is a goof.

Thanks a lot for waiting so long and I hope you guys enjoy it!! A lot more to come and I don't regret the feels ;)

Chapter 7

“Two strawberry sundaes, extra berries.”

The barwoman stared deeply into Dante’s eyes, questioning everything about that man. He didn’t have the scent of a full human, but there was something not so quite demonic about him. Nevertheless, the way he dressed, the way he carried himself and the imminent threat in his eyes was directly opposite to his request.

“Well, sorry, darling. Over here, we have only things for grown-ups.” Her answer, though, was mellow and alluring, the same way her whole posture seemed so inviting and hypnotic as she leaned on the counter. “I do have some berries, but they come with a price.”

“Oh, really? And what would be that price then?” Dante leaned a little on the counter, but his arm never left your shoulders. You were actually starting to question why he seemed so protective over someone he had just met.

“The strongest drink on the house, sided by the rarest and most delicious berries you and your babe will ever see.” She looked at you, winking at both of your interests. “Not from this world, definitely forbidden but… Deeply alluring.”

“The taste of sin, then.” As you spoke, she let out a singsong laugh – beautiful albeit threatening. “I’ll have it.”

“Yeah, I’m in as well. Make it two.”

“You won’t regret it, darlings.” The woman winked once again, leaving to prepare your drinks.

You leaned by Dante’s side, still protected by his arm. You had a perfect view of the entire club: dancers of all genders entertained the guests, the lights bled in all tones of red and pink, sometimes broken by a deep blue or a tinge of purple; satin couches adorned with gold painted wood made everyone comfortable and tables looked like marble. The bar was made of a patchwork of mirrors, reflecting its guests and preparing their sins.

You had to admit, it was quite a nice place. Dante said the Love Planet was the best in town, but if they weren’t smart, they would soon be surpassed by The Devil’s Den.

The only issue was the people who seemed to go there: the scent of demons was quite strong, even to your human nose – for Dante, it was almost as bad as the first layer of Hell. Not all demons looked menacing, but many of them had ill intentions in their eyes. A few humans were clearly unsuspecting guests of demons who lured them in, not knowing where they were getting themselves into or what fate held in their future.

You were certain none of those people would leave that place alive.

“The humans seem to be quite clueless.” You finally said, winning a nod from Dante.

“Yeah, somethin’s going on here…” He muttered back, scanning the club as you did. He counted at least five humans among all those people – not much, but if he was there to save a single life, he wouldn’t hesitate to do so. “The ones with human guests are more powerful than the others.”

“How do you know that?”

“See how they’re behavin’?” Dante leaned into you, pointing at some of the people with guests. The other demons didn’t dare get close or even look at the humans who were there as per invitation – they looked, carrying lust in their eyes, but they wouldn’t act upon their desires. And that was very uncharacteristic of demons. “They do that ‘cause of hierarchy. They won’t dare touch something owned by a powerful demon…”

“Unless they are more powerful than the demon who possesses it.” You nodded slowly as Dante eyed you with interest and a fun sense of pride in his stare. “Codex Daemonica. Everything I know about demons comes from the encyclopedia.”

“Ha! Now that’s new!” He had a sudden fun smile on his lips, as if he had just heard a name no one mentioned in years. “Gotta agree with ya, it’s the best way to learn for the first time.”

“Oh, you know the Codex then?” You giggled, quite interested in that. When you mentioned to Lady, she had never heard of it – and it didn’t seem to be something common among devil hunters.

“Of course. By heart, babe.” Dante let out a small laugh; his eyes going back to scanning the club. “But, it doesn’t beat workin’ on the field. Bein’ book smart can only get you so far when fightin’ demons.”

“I would drink to that if our drinks were already here.” You agreed solemnly, knowing he was right. The Codex gave you a lot of information, but fighting a demon for the first time in real life was always a lot more different. You could know everything about the creatures you were up against: it seemed like your brain blanked out and the only thing left was a raw instinct of survival.

You were brought from your thoughts as a demon leaned on the counter a little close to you and Dante pulled you even closer. You didn’t argue, patiently waiting the demon leave with a couple of drinks and Dante’s arm around your shoulders relax a little.

“Sorry ‘bout that, but I don’t want those things to know you’re a human. It can make our job a lil’ more difficult than it already is.” Dante winked at you, making you furrow your brows.

“Why wouldn’t they…?” But as soon as you were asking, you finally noticed something different in his eyes. It was always there, but you ignored it as he was easy to be around – and he was Lady’s friend. “Are you… A demon too…?”

“Eh, not really…” Dante’s answer was a little dragged, somewhat uncomfortable – for the first time in that evening. You furrowed your brows even further. “Half-half. But it’s enough to mask your scent.”

Half demon – that was interesting. During all your time hunting, you had never heard of a half human half demon being before. Looking into his eyes, though, you could see Dante wasn’t lying: there was something of threatening in there, sure, but there was a humanity you couldn’t always find even in the eyes of humans.

“That is enough for me.” Your answer was quiet but set in stone. Once more, Dante looked at you, remembering of someone his heart would miss every single day. Someone who doomed himself to where their father was born.

“Here you go, darlings.” The barwoman came back before he could say anything, though, slipping your glasses in the counter and making your hands meet the dark magenta drinks adorned with berries of all kinds. “Enjoy.”

You and Dante exchanged a look, as if asking each other if it was safe to drink. You giggled a bit, taking the glass between your fingers – but Dante was faster and took a sip before you could even think about doing so.

“Hmmm, Hell Berries. They’ll give you a rush of heat, but they’re safe.” He nodded as you smiled in return. Who would’ve known? Dante drank it before you did so he could see if it was safe for a human or not. Demons could be kind too.

“Ooof, they’re strong. And quite tart.” You let it down your throat, allowing a tiny laugh right after. “I like it.”

Dante smiled in return, taking another sip. He figured you would. Vergil used to like it when they were kids too.

“Well, well, I think all of us are excited for tonight, right?” Someone stepped on the main stage, with all the lights focusing on them. A devilish smile adorned the red lips, exuberant clothes with the chest almost uncovered, short hair slicked back, drawing attention to the pair of vixen golden eyes. “After all, it is time, my darling friends. Today, oh today, she will rise and take this world alongside us!”

You glanced Dante, seeing as he threw the very same look at you. Both of you had one eyebrow raised, wondering the same thing: who was she?

“But of course, to do so, we will need a few friends from the audience! C’mon, don’t be shy!”

Of course, as you and Dante expected, the dancers started gathering the very few humans present in that hellhole – leading them to the stage. They had only smiles and happiness upon being invited to participate, but as the hunters you were, there was only suspicion in your hearts. Slowly, you both left your place at the bar and made your way to the stage – ready to fight when the situation called for it.

“So many beautiful specimens today, she will be so proud…!” The phrase was crowned with a breathless sigh. “The best of the best, I have to say, we will all be wonderfully rewarded!”

As you walked alongside Dante, no demon dared touch you. You noticed the man in the red coat by your side barely seemed to notice – seemed – but it was very obvious no one wanted to get in your way.

“Who do you think is she…?” You muttered to Dante as soon as you stopped in front of the stage.

“No idea…” He shrugged, as his eyes turned into ice cold skies. They reminded you of something, but you couldn’t quite pinpoint what it was. “It has to be someone strong… And who likes this.”

The humans on stage were being handcuffed on the stage poles, while the dancers made it all a delightful show – not only for the demons, but the humans as well. All creatures in the club were enjoying themselves, you had no doubt – and maybe, just maybe, the demons wanted to have a night of pleasure instead of murder. You and Dante could be wrong.

After all, you could list a few demons from the Codex who were summoned with orgies, so… You never knew.

“But then why would people disappear…?” The question was more for yourself. Not used to hunting with someone else, you wouldn’t really stop murmuring to yourself.

Dante just glanced back at you. The way you carried yourself, the way your brows furrowed while keeping a serious gaze on stage, stoic and proud… It made his heart ache. You murmured the main questions after having a storm of deep thoughts in your mind, just like his brother used to do.

“Oh! No! Don’t cry! You will love it, I promise!” Both of your thoughts were interrupted by the velvety voice on stage – the demon clearly enjoying themselves while brandishing a glistening dagger, already lightly running it on a victim’s neck: the crimson blood slowly making the demons let their animalistic side out. “You’ll enjoy everything for your blood offering, my darling!”

The loud crack of a shot cut through the laughs and silenced the room – the dagger, flying away from the demon’s hand, who just stared back at you both in utter shock.

“You know, there’s a thing between humans called consent.” Dante’s voice finally raised from the back of his warm gun; his cold blue eyes glancing at you with some amusement. “Isn’t that so, y/n?”

“Consent and boundaries. I think murder is usually out of people’s pleasure lists.” You crossed your arms, raising your head with pride, still staring at the demons on stage. The more Dante looked at you, the more he saw what he had lost. “Usually.”

“Eh. I’m not countin’ the sick ones.” He shook his head, gracing you with a slight smile hidden in the corner of his lips.

“Well, if you both want your fifteen minutes of fame, we can surely have some space for you here.” The stage demon had rage in their reddish eyes, annoyance being a very mild word for their feelings at the moment. “She will not be impeded by human hunters like you.”

And you now had a problem in your hands: all inhuman beating hearts in the club were ready to tear yours and Dante’s apart. You finally had your sword ready and Dante held the hilt of the Rebellion – its skull showing its fangs at the demons, ready to claim their blood.

With that sight, the stage demon narrowed their eyes at Dante, carefully analyzing as you started defending against the demons ready to slash your throats. You, no doubt a human, fought with grace and viciousness, carrying a style that few beings would – even among demons, you were too precise, technical and, at the same time, fluid when killing. Dante, in the other hand, favored heavy attacks, using all the strength he needed to wield a heavy sword like Rebellion… A sword that no human could carry with such ease. Even so, you both seemed to have a coordination as if you had fought side by side multiple times – a connection that made him complement your gaps as you balanced his faults; something so utterly human.

A human heart beating with demon blood. And when a demon managed to scrape Dante’s face – something that only happened when he put himself in the way of a blow that was meant for you, even if it would just hurt and not kill – there were any doubts left.

“The son of Sparda…!” The stage demon gasped, widening their red eyes.

Those whispered words felt like an incantation that made some demons stop and stare in awe, as others ran in despair and the rest seemed to be even more bloodthirsty while laughing in a frenzy.

You furrowed your brows, finishing a demon and spilling its blood on your face, while turning your gaze back to the stage to understand what in the hell that demon was talking about.

And their red eyes were locked on Dante – while the man just beheaded a demon who tried to take your life as you tried to make sense of what was going on. As he swinged his sword to get rid of the excess of blood, you saw Dante’s teeth slightly elongated in fangs, his eyes filled with a spark you had only seen once.

“Took your time.” His comment was in a sneer of pure condescendence, confirming what the demon had just said.

Your head spun while you were plunged back into battle by a creature who jumped right at your neck. So, Sparda was real. It meant the legend of him closing the gates of Hell were also real. You never really doubted his existence, but you doubted the rest of the legend – his adoration for humans, his love for a human woman, something that resulted in children of their own: half human, half demon.

Half-half. Just like Dante.

“Hey, y/n! Can you get those people off the stage?” Dante looked at you from over his shoulder, holding back a demon who had its fangs locked around the blade of the Rebellion.

“Sure! What about you?” Your head was spinning, yes. You had a lot to talk about after that fight – but, right now, you had to finish your job.

“I’ll hold these sorry fucks back!” With that, he pushed the demon back and buried his sword on its throat – the floor and his clothes now stained with dark red blood. “Can you handle it alone?”

“I was about to ask you the same.” Your answer was murmured in a dark tone, while you barely looked back at him. In a matter of fact, your eyes were fixed on the demons between you and the stage.

Dante glanced quickly to respond, but his words found draught. You held your sword with both of your hands, bending your knees while your eyes analyzed your enemies like prey. As quickly as your human pace could, you ran through the demons, slaughtering them without blinking and with no hesitation – quickly reaching the stage and swinging the blood off your sword as you went up the stairs with a calm but harsh pace, head held high as the stage demon stumbled back with your approach.

Dante had only seen one person fighting like that in his whole life – not even Trish had those mannerisms.

“You stay back, filthy human!” Now the stage demon wasn’t so sure if they could survive an encounter with you. Your face was smeared with blood, your eyes as cold as ice. “I will not allow you to destroy everything we’ve worked so hard…!”

“What interests me the most…” Your tone was calm, your eyes permanently trained in the demon’s red stare; head held high with a tint of arrogance while you cleaned your sword from the dark demon blood. “Is that any blood would be enough for this kind of ritual. But you, demons, always have a thirst for human blood, don’t you…?”

Your calmness was petrifying. In all its life, the demon never had to deal with a human like you. They were used to emotion controlled humans – something so characteristic of that species – but there you were, acting like a cold-blooded hunter and killer. It was scary. A lot more than the demon thought it would be.

You took the demon’s shock as an opportunity to set free the humans closest to you. Cutting down the chains of the first two, they cried as they saw themselves saved from the horrible fate they thought would be their doom – if the tears were from terror or joy, you wouldn’t know.

Before you could finish what you were set out to do, though, the stage demon ran towards you with rage in their blood red eyes. Grabbing the closest victim you let go, you placed your sword in their hands.

“Use this to free the others. When you’re done, throw it back to me, got it?”

The human couldn’t even say no. They shook their head frantically, holding the heavy sword with both hands, questioning how you managed to make it seem so effortless. With tears in their eyes, the human ran with their mission to accomplish, while you got ready with your hands close to your face.

Before Dante could do anything else, you sucker-punched the stage demon right in the face, making it stumble back in awe.

“C’mon, babe.” You had a smirk in your lips, while making a few moves of martial arts, taunting the demon who now didn’t know if they ran from you or killed you with their bare teeth.

The fistfight didn’t last long, though. With that diversion, the demon didn’t even care about the human setting the other victims free – making it so easy for them to run away. As they got down the stage, Dante made sure he would be able to protect the humans, holding back the demons who were in a frenzy with the thought of losing their sacrifices.

“Through the back! Go!” Dante screamed over his shoulder, eyes tinged with a slight red glow. The victims didn’t even think twice: running towards the door Dante signaled before, soon they were all free.

Your sword laid on stage close to your feet – but not close enough for you to easily catch it. Seeing this, the stage demon made sure you wouldn’t be able to get it back. As you struggled, Dante was finally done with the demons from the club – the others, having ran away from all that carnage – running towards the stage without thinking twice.

“Hey, y/n! Catch!”

As you heard him scream, you punched the demon once again so you had an opportunity to turn around and catch whatever it was that Dante threw at you – and as you did, you saw the glistening silver of one of his guns flying towards you.

Catching Ivory in the air, you locked and loaded as Dante stopped right by your side – aiming Ebony just as you did with its counterpart.

“Jackpot.” He had a slight smile on his lips, grave voice declaring it was all over. The stage demon found their end as you both shot in unison.

It had been such a long time since Dante did that with someone else by his side.

**

To be continued...

[ivi-prism]

Mom: five interviews? Tsk… is not like you’d be building nuclear bombs or working with gov info… aren’t you applying for a social media manager basically?

Ivi, holding floof for dear life less she cries: social media sales person

interviewer: oh yeah! we definitely needed to take a month of your time to interview you five different times while constantly rescheduling those meetings so we could all agree if we can let you into the next step of the application process me: next...step......?

[drchenquill]

Since you've taken the liberty to ask me about my title, I have to admit, I've been curious about yours too. But I've been really preoccupied with personal stuff so I got a bit late. And I have ALOT. Hope you don't mind me bombarding you.

Desire Is The Purest Of Sins

Life Can Be a Bitch

Elite

The Fairy And The Man

The Nightingale

Pas De Deux

The Secrets Of The Sea

Veangeance Is The Meal Of The Powerless

The Memories Of The Future

Foliè

I can't help it 😭 the titles were pulling me in 😭😭😭.

Oh gosh!!! Thank you so much for the interest!!! I'm overwhelmed (in a good way)!! I'm always happy to talk about my stories, so don't even worry about bombarding me!! I welcome it!

Let's begin, shall we?

Desire Is The Purest Of Sins

This story talks about a young woman named Rosie the goes through life with metaphorical blinders. Nothing can change her world view, until she lands a job as a barwoman. There she'll meet a man she first gets to know as "Gin". He is a charming man, flirtious, knows his way around the ladies, but Rosie won't let herself be swooned or brought off track, until she sees something she shouldn't have. Her "blinders" get ripped off and now she is forced to see the world in a whole new light. (spoiler: it's a fantasy story~)

Life Can Be a Bitch

This is a rather tame, non-fantasy high school romance story. Eighteen year old Hannah moves into a new city with her mother and has to attend a new school. To her surprise, she fits in quite well, making friends pretty fast. She meets Dylan, a wannabe bad boy that gets beat up on a regular basis, and they get along like a cat and a dog (not) , but they gradually get used to each other and something starts to bloom~

Elite

This is quite tricky to explain, but I'll try my best. I've come up with a race of creatures who inherited their luck bringing powers from "Lady Luck". Their task is to prevent a vitium. A vitium is what happens when a world is in such a bad streak of bad luck that it fades from existence. This usually happens when the world has to go through something that affects its history. If for some reason that doesn't happen, then the world is gone because its story hasn't been continued. Now, the main character of this story is part of the elite, the best of the best. She gets send down on earth to investigate the disappearance of some of her collegues that had previously send down to safe the world from the incoming vitium.

The Fairy And The Man

This one is about soulmates, or better, the wish of having one. Moira, the main character, is a fairy woman, locked up with other fairy women to prevent the extinction of their race. You must know, my kind of fairies, are very, very, sensitive to emotions. A fairy could literally explode from happiness or die out of fear, so they lock them up and give them a pill to surpress any kind of emotion. But Moira hates being locked up, she wants to go outside, to find out who she could be if those walls wouldn't be trapping her. She suddenly gets a roommate, sixteen year old Felicity. A young fairy that is everything that withered away inside the now twenty year old Moira. Felicity is full of exictment and joy, awaiting the arrival of someone that could sweep her off her feet. Sadly, that person does come and manages to coax young Felicity out of those protective walls, leading her into an unknown world. Moira follows without a second thought, but everything goes downhill from that point on.

The Nightingale

A young woman forced to either marry a wealthy man or to work under a wealthy woman. She chooses the latter, of course, because with that one, she will at least get paid to do the housework. Madeline Templeton starts working under a noblewoman as one of many other maids. She is eager to please (to not get kicked out) and follows all the rules. At least some of them. She is very curious and sticks her nose into things the lady of the house might want to keep hidden. One of the biggest rules is to not enter the white door that she will eagerly open anyway. In there she will find something that will change her life forever... or maybe someone?

Pas De Deux

Another non-fantasy story. Ellie is a ballett dancer with a weird sort of problem. She hates being touched. Only the people she knows her entire life long are able to touch her without getting snapped at or even hit. She can't help it, she herself doesn't understand why. Everything goes to shit when her train and dance partner ditches her. At least he has the decency to present her wih a solution: his older brother. Joshua Reed is a boxer with a nasty reputation and a shitty personality. She begrudgingly gives in to let Joshua help her with the training, which is the worst idea she could ever have.

The Secrets Of The Sea

Pirates, wohoooo!!! Maire is the daughter of a pirate captain and the sea is the only think she knows. She was born on it and will die on it. One day, her father decides to visit an old friend, explaining that he still owned him a favor. Without doubting her father one bit, she and the rest of the crew agree to this favor. As she will find out, the favor included trafficking of a creature she long thought a myth: a siren.

Veangeance Is The Meal Of The Powerless

Its' a vampire murder mysterty and it's sort of a sequel of a finished book of mine "Who's to judge?". We follow Thana, Talon, Valerio and Leroy as they get called to assist in a murder case with a vampire as primary suspect. The evidence was clear as day, they only needed to find which vampire took their anger out on the victim. But the more they dig, the more intricate the case becomes. What if the murderer is the actual victim? What if this wasn't an act of meaningless killing, but an act of veangeance? Our four vampires will need to question thei own morals and world views to get to the bottom of this.

The Memories Of The Future

Picture this, a young girl lives with her aunt and her border collie in an old town where nothing intersting ever happens. This young girl, Sophie, is as chaotic and skittish as a squirrel, and just as forgetful. She leaves notes for herself around the house to remind her of stuff she has to do, which she still forgets. But as she soon will find out, those notes and those confusing visions she has, are acutally snippets from the future, and it turns out, some people might want to kindnap her because of it.

Foliè

My newest baby. This is the first story I planned out the numbers of chapters (let's see how well that will go). It's set in a world where the air has been polluted by something the humans call "The Madness". It's a gas that slowly makes you lose the grip on reality. Once you inhale it, there's no turning back. You'll hear a womans voice, whispering to you your deepest, darkest wishes. She will not stop until you act upon it. Some scientists succeeded in building a machine that filters the air, but since it's still in its early stage, it needs a lot of maintrnance, that's where the main character comes in. They are in charge of checking every crook of the machine, which goes well until, one day, they start hearing the womans voice.

That was a wild ride! Again, thank you so so so much for asking and I hope you have a wonderful evening/day!!!

[ethivienhq]

A nova realidade dá as boas-vindas aos seguintes moradores:

Vocês viram ANNA MARIE / ROGUE, de X-MEN, pelas ruas da cidade? Nem me lembrava que se parecia tanto com KATHRYN NEWTON no auge de seus VINTE E CINCO anos. Apesar de ser natural de SKYWATCH, pode ser encontrada em VERIDIAN agora, trabalhando como GARÇONETE. Dizem que ela é INCONSEQUENTE E ANSIOSA, o que não exclui o fato de também ser LEAL E EMPÁTICA.

Vocês viram ASTRID HOFFERSON, de HOW TO TRAIN YOUR DRAGON, pelas ruas da cidade? Nem me lembrava que se parecia tanto com FRIDA GUSTAVSSON no auge de seus TRINTA E UM anos. Apesar de ser natural de CALTHERION, pode ser encontrada em ELYSEON agora, trabalhando como HOPLITA (SOLDADO). Dizem que ela é COMPETITIVA E ORGULHOSA, o que não exclui o fato de também ser RACIONAL E DESTEMIDA.

Vocês viram BARBARA GORDON, de DC COMICS, pelas ruas da cidade? Nem me lembrava que se parecia tanto com MADELAINE PETSCH no auge de seus VINTE E SETE anos. Apesar de ser natural de SKYWATCH, pode ser encontrada em NEONEXUS agora, trabalhando como ESPECIALISTA EM CYBERSEGURANÇA e HACKER. Dizem que ela é ANTISSOCIAL e TEIMOSA, o que não exclui o fato de também ser TENAZ e OTIMISTA.

Vocês viram BELLA SWAN, de TWILIGHT, pelas ruas da cidade? Nem me lembrava que se parecia tanto com OLIVIA RODRIGO no auge de seus DEZOITO anos. Apesar de ser natural de BLACKVAIL, pode ser encontrada em VERIDIAN agora, trabalhando como ATENDENTE DE LIVRARIA. Dizem que ela é DESAJEITADA E FECHADA, o que não exclui o fato de também ser CORAJOSA E ALTRUÍSTA.

Vocês viram CAITLYN KIRAMMAN, de ARCANE/LEAGUE OF LEGENDS, pelas ruas da cidade? Nem me lembrava que se parecia tanto com ARDEN CHO no auge de seus VINTE E SEIS anos. Apesar de ser natural de NEONEXUS, pode ser encontrada em SKYWATCH agora, trabalhando como ASSISTENTE DE HERÓI. Dizem que ela é VINGATIVA E INSENSÍVEL, o que não exclui o fato de também ser CORAJOSA E HONESTA.

Vocês viram CLARKE GRIFFIN, de THE 100, pelas ruas da cidade? Nem me lembrava que se parecia tanto com MIA HEALEY no auge de seus VINTE E OITO anos. Apesar de ser natural de NEONEXUS, pode ser encontrada em BLACKVAIL agora, trabalhando como ENFERMEIRA. Dizem que ela é TEIMOSA e AUTODESTRUTIVA, o que não exclui o fato de também ser DESTEMIDA e EMPÁTICA.

Vocês viram DICK GRAYSON, de DC COMICS, pelas ruas da cidade? Nem me lembrava que se parecia tanto com FROY GUTIERREZ no auge de seus VINTE E OITO anos. Apesar de ser natural de SKYWATCH, pode ser encontrado em NEONEXUS agora, trabalhando como MECÂNICO DE MANUTENÇÃO AERONÁUTICA. Dizem que ele é ARROGANTE e TEMPERAMENTAL, o que não exclui o fato de também ser LEAL e CARISMÁTICO.

Vocês viram DINAH LANCE, de DC COMICS, pelas ruas da cidade? Nem me lembrava que se parecia tanto com EVAN RACHEL WOOD no auge de seus TRINTA anos. Apesar de ser natural de SKYWATCH, pode ser encontrada em CALTHERION agora, trabalhando como BARWOMAN. Dizem que ela é IMPULSIVA E ORGULHOSA o que não exclui o fato de também ser GENEROSA E LEAL.

Vocês viram GLINDA UPLAND, de WICKED, pelas ruas da cidade? Nem me lembrava que se parecia tanto com ARIANA GRANDE no auge de seus VINTE E OITO anos. Apesar de ser natural de CALTHERION, pode ser encontrada em MONTCLAIR agora, trabalhando como ATRIZ NO TEATRO LOCAL. Dizem que ela é SUPERFICIAL E TEIMOSA, o que não exclui o fato de também ser INTELIGENTE E SIMPÁTICA.

Vocês viram HEIZOU, de GENSHIN IMPACT, pelas ruas da cidade? Nem me lembrava que se parecia tanto com MACKENYU no auge de seus VINTE E SEIS anos. Apesar de ser natural de CALTHERION, pode ser encontrado em BLACKVEIL agora, trabalhando como DETETIVE. Dizem que ele é ARBITRÁRIO e OPORTUNISTA, o que não exclui o fato de também ser SAGAZ e PERCEPTIVO.

Vocês viram KEN, de LIFE IN THE DREAMHOUSE, pelas ruas da cidade? Nem me lembrava que se parecia tanto com PARK JIMIN no auge de seus VINTE E NOVE anos. Apesar de ser natural de VERIDIAN, pode ser encontrado em CALTHERION agora, trabalhando como DESIGNER DE MODA. Dizem que ele é DESASTRADO E EXAGERADO, o que não exclui o fato de também ser ENGENHOSO E DIVERTIDO.

Vocês viram KEN TAKAKURA / OKARUN, de DANDADAN, pelas ruas da cidade? Nem me lembrava que se parecia tanto com MACKENYU ARATA no auge de seus VINTE E OITO anos. Apesar de ser natural de BLACKVAIL, pode ser encontrado em NEONEXUS agora, trabalhando como YOUTUBER COM O CANAL “STRANGE, DARK AND MYSTERIOUS”. Dizem que ele é ANSIOSO E ANTISSOCIAL, o que não exclui o fato de também ser LEAL E INTELIGENTE.

Vocês viram MARY JANE WATSON, de MARVEL, pelas ruas da cidade? Nem me lembrava que se parecia tanto com ELLA PURNELL no auge de seus VINTE E TRÊS anos. Apesar de ser natural de SKYWATCH, pode ser encontrada em VERIDIAN agora, trabalhando como ASPIRANTE A ATRIZ. Dizem que ela é REBELDE E DRAMÁTICA, o que não exclui o fato de também ser ATENCIOSA E INDEPENDENTE.

Vocês viram MAVIS DRACULA, de HOTEL TRANSYLVANIA, pelas ruas da cidade? Nem me lembrava que se parecia tanto com MARGARET QUALLEY no auge de seus VINTE E OITO anos. Apesar de ser natural de BLACKVAIL, pode ser encontrada em NEONEXUS agora, trabalhando como DESENVOLVEDORA DE REALIDADE AUMENTADA. Dizem que ela é DRAMÁTICA E ANSIOSA, o que não exclui o fato de também ser GENTIL E LEAL.

Vocês viram PEETA MELLARK, de JOGOS VORAZES, pelas ruas da cidade? Nem me lembrava que se parecia tanto com LEO WOODALL no auge de seus VINTE E SEIS anos. Apesar de ser natural de NEONEXUS, pode ser encontrado em VERIDIAN agora, trabalhando como ADVOGADO. Dizem que ele é TEDIOSO E CARETA, o que não exclui o fato de também ser BENEVOLENTE E FIEL.

Vocês viram PETER BENJAMIN PARKER, da MARVEL, pelas ruas da cidade? Nem me lembrava que se parecia tanto com JOE KEERY no auge de seus VINTE E TRÊS anos. Apesar de ser natural de SKYWATCH, pode ser encontrado em VERIDIAN agora, trabalhando como FOTÓGRAFO JORNALÍSTICO. Dizem que ele é TEIMOSO E IMPULSIVO, o que não exclui o fato de também ser INTELIGENTE E LEAL.

Vocês viram ROSEMARY WINTERS, de RESIDENT EVIL, pelas ruas da cidade? Nem me lembrava que se parecia tanto com JESSICA ALEXANDER no auge de seus VINTE E DOIS anos. Apesar de ser natural de SKYWATCH, pode ser encontrada em ELYSEON agora, trabalhando como APREDIZ DE SACERDOTE. Dizem que ela é EXPLOSIVA E QUIETA, o que não exclui o fato de também ser LEAL E SAGAZ.

Vocês viram SERGEI KRAVINOFF / KRAVEN, da MARVEL, pelas ruas da cidade? Nem me lembrava que se parecia tanto com AARON TAYLOR-JOHNSON no auge de seus TRINTA E QUATRO anos. Apesar de ser natural de SKYWATCH, pode ser encontrado em CALTHERION agora, trabalhando como MERCENÁRIO. Dizem que ele é OBSESSIVO E CONVENCIDO, o que não exclui o fato de também ser HONROSO E AUTOSSUFICIENTE.

Vocês viram SHERLOCK HOLMES, de SHERLOCK HOLMES, pelas ruas da cidade? Nem me lembrava que se parecia tanto com JONATHAN BAILEY no auge de seus TRINTA E SETE anos. Apesar de ser natural de MONTCLAIR, pode ser encontrado em BLACKVEIL agora, trabalhando como DETETIVE PARTICULAR. Dizem que ele é ARROGANTE E RECLUSO, o que não exclui o fato de também ser OBSERVADOR E RACIONAL.

Vocês viram SNOW WHITE, de BRANCA DE NEVE E OS SETE ANÕES, pelas ruas da cidade? Nem me lembrava que se parecia tanto com SOFIA CARSON no auge de seus VINTE E OITO anos. Apesar de ser natural de CALTHERION, pode ser encontrada em BLACKVAIL agora, trabalhando como GARÇONETE CAÇADORA DE MONSTROS. Dizem que ela é INTRANSIGENTE E DESORGANIZADA, o que não exclui o fato de também ser CORAJOSA E PERSPICAZ.

Vocês viram VIOLET "VI", de ARCANE/LEAGUE OF LEGENDS, pelas ruas da cidade? Nem me lembrava que se parecia tanto com SOPHIE THATCHER no auge de seus VINTE E SEIS anos. Apesar de ser natural de NEONEXUS, pode ser encontrada em SKYWATCH agora, trabalhando como CAÇADORA DE RECOMPENSAS. Dizem que ela é IMPULSIVA e AGRESSIVA, o que não exclui o fato de também ser PROTETORA e LEAL.

[moonmeg]

Gastronomy really gives you the full experience of how insufferable some people are...

"Can I order?"

"My colleague will be right with you to take your order"

"I'd like a beer." "A Caipirinha for me!"

"Unfortunately I (the barwoman of the evening, unable to take orders to keep everything at least a little organized) cannot accept your orders. My colleague will be there for you in a minute."

"But I'd like a beer."

"My colleague will be right with you to take your order."

What is there NOT TO UNDERSTAND

Edit: those two men were part of a bigger group (30 people) and we simply couldn't have three people running around taking orders - it would've been absolute chaos

[kguesss]

[reusedtvseriescostumes]

This red lace wrap crop top is worn two times in Charmed, First worn on Melonie Diaz as Mel Vera in Out of Scythe (2019) and later worn on barwoman in Ambush (2019)

[wiinestories]

🍷 @alexis-vaughn [ closed starter ]

Amidst the cacophony of faces and voices echoing through time, John emerged from the shadows, ready to confront those who had wronged him, killed his wife Helen and their dog Daisy, and sought his demise. Survival in this unforgiving world had become a relentless battle for a year now, where each city harboured a mole who had laid eyes on him, entangling him in skirmishes that left him battered but resilient, always emerging alive. The metropolises proved to be treacherous labyrinths, ensnaring him like a mouse in a trap, as he experienced in London, Rome, Berlin, Tokyo, Seoul, Brussels, New York, Chicago, and Rio de Janeiro. Though there were still cities left where he could seek refuge, the reality remained that his American identity made him conspicuous, inadvertently catalysing the enemy's pursuit of him.

Despite the obstacles, he maintained his belief that distant locales beyond the grasp of the United States offered potential refuge for a temporary respite, with Auckland emerging as his current sanctuary. Renting an apartment for a month, he settled into the small space he temporarily called home, even taking precautions by adopting a German Shepherd to guard against any unwelcome intruders. Despite the risks, John had succeeded in establishing a crucial contact within the city: a barwoman named Alyssa. He frequented the establishment she worked in, using these visits as an opportunity to gather intelligence on the organization's activities as they continued their relentless pursuit of him.

"Nothing new to report tonight, babe," Alyssa mentioned as John sat calmly at the other end of the bar, indulging in a sip of the fine bourbon he typically favoured at such establishments. Despite the circumstances, his taste remained refined, a testament to his expensive preferences. "That's a gutter. Let's hope they decide to take a breather for a bit." he remarked, leaning his elbows on the bar. Alyssa responded with a half-sided smile before attending to cleaning some glasses. Lost momentarily in his own thoughts, John's attention was soon captured by the sound of a woman addressing him. "Good evening," he greeted at her formally.

[venus-morningstrars-blog]

Barwoman.

México, Coahuila, Saltillo

[vievieveda]

busy | merrymock & veda

@merrymockthejester:

Merrymock thoroughly enjoyed the chaotic atmosphere that thrived within the tavern, it was precisely the reason he had chosen this place as his stage. Of course, the patrons as rowdy as they were meant that they were often not very interested in his performances and instead of laughing with him or at him, they would chose to throw things at him for their amusement, which suited the broken horned tiefling just fine. Engagement was engagement! For the moment though, he was not performing, perhaps later if the inspiration struck him suddenly he might find himself doing so but for now he was here for a drink and landed himself in front of his favorite barwoman with an exaggerated pout.

"Dearest, is that any way to speak to your most favorite jester?" Even if this were not true, it was something he would assert with confidence and a flourish. "I will take a pint of your worst and look, see here, I have coin for you!" Merry flashed a brilliant winking smile as he produced from his trousers a small handful of dull looking coins to pay for his drink, a great accomplishment for him for he was often without any form of payment. "A finely dressed half ogre mistook me for a peasant!" Merry guffawed, "Can you believe it? Me? A peasant?" He laughed haughtily as if such a concept were wild beyond belief, despite the fact that they did look very much... like they were not well off. His dark blue doublet, though newly stitched for he lived with a talented seamstress, was filthy, almost as if he'd been rolling in the dirt outside -- though more likely he'd gotten tossed around a little bit by some rowdy drunkards who had taken a fancy to pushing him around -- and his dark curled hair though tied up was done so in a very disheveled manner so it hid the broken remnants of his horns atop his head.

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"Dearest," the woman began with a small uptick to the corners of her lips. "It absolutely is the way I speak to everyone, regardless of their status or social standing. Emperor, King, Emissary. They can say please and wait their turn like the rest." Not that the first two titles ever showed up to her dirty, often sticky tavern. But Veda doubted even their presence would cow her general attitude and demeanor. All were equal under her roof. The thoughts kept her company as she poured out a pint for the jester, though she was kind enough to not make it her worst brew. There was a soft spot for the man that she'd never consciously added, but it was there all the same.

Didn't mean she was opposed to taking his coin. Merrymock's presence in the pub often increased her profits given the patrons who bought things simply to throw at the performer. It was why he did get free ale or food from time to time, but money was always appreciated. "You, a peasant?" she deadpanned with one eyebrow raised, neither insulting him nor agreeing with the ogre. Vee nudged the pint the jester's way. She never considered herself anything above a peasant, despite the fact that she was a business owner. Titles had never mattered much to her in general. If she'd had one before being born and abandoned, said title wouldn't have protected her in the slightest. "How dare they."