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Elite Bodyguard Series: Pt.4 Side Story

Male reader x Tzuyu

Tags: Fluff, Smut talk, unedited

A/N: Short ss. Focuses on storyline only.

Tzuyu makes her way to your house after your call. You didn’t plan on her coming, instead you rather go to her, but she volunteered to come either way. You text Tzuyu the code to your gate and to the front door. You go back to lay down on your bed as you wait for her arrival.

You hear the dials at the door as Tzuyu types in the code. You become unknowingly eager for some reason and get up quick to open the door for Tzuyu. Your eyes meet each other, beautiful as she is while you get lost in her eyes. You begin to fall in love harder.

Tzuyu is wearing tight jeans and a white shirt. You guide her in as she walks behind you shyly. Tzuyu sits on your couch while you get her a cup of cold coffee that you made minutes ago.

“I want to know you more, Tzuyu.”

“Oh.” She smiles in the shyest way as you couldn’t help but also smiling shyly to her.

You assume she’s either playing hard or just casually giving you the shortest answer possible. You sit by her—far enough but to give her some comfort. Tzuyu takes a sip of coffee as you turn on the TV to a variety show that’s airing.

“This coffee is good, I like it.”

You stare at her side profile, every angle of her is beautiful as she takes another sip. “We don’t talk much, but I need to know you for important times.” You made a lame excuse.

“I want to know a different side of you, not a bodyguard. You’re very private sometimes.” Tzuyu said.

“I’m used to being private due to my background, but I want you to change it.”

“Oh,” She giggles. “If I can be helpful enough.”

“You want to play Jenga, Tzuyu?”

“Um, sure.”

You get up to grab the board game under the TV stand. You come back, seeing her hourglass figure even when she sits. You were unknowingly falling deep in love with her. “You know the rules right?”

“Yes.” She laughs.

You open the box and guide her to remove a block. You both take turns, having small conversations as you know her more. You take the lead, asking her questions and laugh with her.

“What do you do when you aren’t working?” Tzuyu asked you.

“Not much. Stay inside and go somewhere outside sometimes.”

“Oh.”

“You can go first. I’ll go second.”

Tzuyu removes a block and both take turns again until the tower becomes unstable. It’s now your turn and gently remove the block.

“Go easy on me.” Tzuyu laughs. You pause and stare right at her. You both stare into each other as it gets quiet. Tzuyu’s cheeks were already glowing by you looking at her. She easily removed a block. You give her a smile and knock the tower over purposely during your turn. “I didn’t tell you to go that easy on me.” Tzuyu laughs again.

The aura changes with her opening herself up slowly, the shyness of Tzuyu is going away slowly as you both keep playing Jenga. It’s now late in the evening as you have a time with Tzuyu.

“Oppa, can you show me around your house?” Tzuyu said.

“I can.” You give her your hand and she still accepts it. You get to feel her hands for the first time, it got your heart fluttered. Tzuyu’s heart beat rapidly holding your hands. You take her to your garage first and sees your cars.

“That’s a nice car. I like the blue color.” She points to your Porsche.

“You want to sit in it? You’re the first woman to see inside my house and get in my Porsche.”

“Okay.” She blushed.

You open the driver seat and she sits in it, amazed by how high end it is while she touches the carbon fiber parts. She makes cute faces that get you to smile as Tzuyu touches steering wheel.

“You’re cute, Tzuyu.”

She blushes more and sucks her lip with a visible smile and her dimples showing. You both stare at each other while she’s still sitting in your car and you holding the door frame. It’s been several seconds and she gets out, you give her space and she gets out to check the exterior.

Although you wanted to hold her hands, you take her around the house, to your bed, guest beds, and the backyard pool.

You take her to the closed room on the second floor. “Guess what room this is, Tzuyu.”

“Wine room?”

You sigh and chuckle, then open the door to the room. She’s surprised to see shiny badges and many photos. “I’ve never shown this to anyone.”

Tzuyu leads you into the room, looking at all the engraved words of each of your operations, photos, badges of honor, and all the uniforms.

“I’ve never seen you in military uniform. This is my first time.”

“How do I look in those pictures, Tzuyu?”

“Handsome.” Tzuyu said straightforwardly and continues to stare at everything curiously. You follow behind her, explaining what you can.

Time passed by fast although it felt like hours with Tzuyu. The evening was just talking to her. You flirted with her and made her laugh and smile. After all the talking, you’re sitting right next to her comfortably.

“Just call me, Tzu.”

“Tzu…Tzu. It’s cute.”

“Are you free tomorrow, Oppa? I have a schedule later.”

“I am. Let me take you home.”

“Come over tomorrow since I came here today, Oppa.”

“Okay, Tzu.” You smiled.

——

“You’re beautiful today, Tzu.” You said as you stepped inside her house. “Dahyun is out?”

“She went over to Jeongyeon.”

She beckons you to come sit on the couch and you sat right next to her.

“Tzu. I think we need to have a talk.”

“I’m all ears, Oppa.”

You took a deep breath, “Do you have a different image of me after sleeping with your members?”

Tzuyu nods, “No, why would you say that, Oppa?”

And you continue to stare at her, unable to read her nonchalant expression, “I would end this just to be with you, Tzu.”

“Is it weird to say I like you, Oppa? I always try to hide it but i think it’s safe to say we’re interested in each other.”

“I really want you, Tzu. Be my girlfriend,” you said straightforwardly. “I’ll move at your pace, but just know that I’m yours at the end of the day.”

The mood becomes embarrassing to you, the fact that you’re confessing straightforwardly.

“By my boyfriend, Oppa. I don’t care who you’re sleeping with.”

“Why are you doing this to me, Tzu.” You said in a gentle manner and chuckled at her smiling right at you.

“Am I too pretty for you, Oppa?” She laughs and you laughed also.

The thought of having sex with Tzuyu wasn’t what you wanted yet. You’re willing to move at her pace through whatever.

“You’re lips look kissable, Tzu.” And you get closer to her face. Tzuyu’s heart starts racing, and so did yours.

Somehow in a way, your heart always races differently around her. Sana, Momo, and Jihyo didn’t make your heart race like Tzuyu.

Tzuyu closes her eyes, accepting whatever your going to do. And you gave her a quick kiss. Tzuyu’s face becomes red, glowing right in the beaming sun from the windows.

“Tzu. What do you want to do today?”

“Let’s watch a movie. Stay with me today. But I’m not ready for…”

“It’s okay, Tzu.” You cut her off, knowing what she meant. “We don’t have to move this quickly.”

“Are you always like this? I only seen the manly side of you. But I like how soft you are when you’re around me.”

“It’s because you’re making me go crazy, and I can’t stand it but be like this around you, Tzu.”

“That’s cute. Well, I’ll get some blankets and we can watch the movie.” You nod and she goes to bring blankets.

Cuddling was the only thing happening between you two while watching the movie. An hour into the movie, she’s on top of you sleeping in the afternoon. You unknowingly fell asleep after she did. The movie wasn’t paused at all.

While sleeping and the movie reaching the credit scene, Dahyun comes back, seeing you and Tzuyu all cuddled up.

You heard her walking towards the kitchen and got up.

“Hi, Oppa.” Dahyun greeted you.

“Hey. When did you get back?”

Tzuyu wakes up, embarrassed to see Dahyun seeing what happened and remained silent.

“I just got back minutes ago. Don’t mind me. Treat Tzuyu well.” It doesn’t take much knowledge for Dahyun to know the relationship. “The bed is off limits here, Oppa. I’m sorry.”

“Thanks, Dahyun. And I understand.”

You can tell Tzuyu is embarrassed as her face becomes planted onto your chest. You tap her back gently.

“Oppa, don’t you think Sana is too obsessed with you?” Dahyun questions.

“What are you trying to say?”

“If you push Sana away, she’s only come right back. If you know what I mean.”

“It’s not like I can really do anything about it, Dahyun.”

“That’s kinda true. When was the last time you slept with Sana?”

“Let’s not talk about it, Dahyun. I don’t want Tzu to hear this.”

“It’s okay, Oppa.” Tzuyu replied.

“Tzu is okay, I’m just curious.” Dahyun said and sat closer. “I bet Sana will fall for you if you keep giving Sana what she wants.”

“Don’t jump into conclusions, but you really aren’t wrong, Dahyun. I was with Sana a couple days ago.”

“Would you able to handle two women in love with you, Oppa? I’m just worried.”

You’re silent, patting Tzuyu’s back and coming up with an answer. And you didn’t mind Dahyun giving you a slight lecture, it was very eye opening that she did.

“At the end of the day, it’s Tzuyu that I want and need. I don’t know what the future holds.”

“Tzu looks like she isn’t against it at all…somehow not answering.”

[audsthoughts]

I get it, live actions aren’t for everybody and that’s totally fine. Not everyone’s gonna like it. But to shit on the stupidest things, or draw the dumbest conclusions??? Blocked. Y’all look dense as fuck. Views will be mixed as they always are, quit clogging up the tags with your negativity and find some chill 😂 The originals are still there to watch or read and enjoy…so go do that…it’s literally on the same app 👏🏻 I’m trying to be understanding I am, but some of y’all are so damn hung up you’re letting it completely destroy something you’d otherwise enjoy

Anyways!! Here’s some of the stuff I loved from the atla live action!

•cinematography, soundtrack, costumes - all on point

•getting to see the airbenders flourishing!!! Also the dude who played Gyatso?! Didn’t think I could love him more!! Even though it was painful as FUCKKKK getting to see the first invasion of the fire benders was an epic masterpiece

•speaking of, the first scene?? With the earthbender soldiers in the fire nation?? Iconic

•Omashu: unpop opinion I’m sure (bc y’all hate change but simultaneously hate when it’s carbon copy????????🤦🏼‍♀️) I loved how they incorporated like 3 or 4 episodes into one, and they flowed really well together. Jet is FOINEEE. Mechanist was perfect & his son is a freaking badass, amazing casting! Even though it was change, the secret tunnel scenes were still really freaking cool and the badgermoles were SICK AS FUCK. Also I love that Bumi was still cooky but not just randomly cooky? Like mans was run down from being king basically the entire war…which FAIR. And it made sense that he was peeved with Aang BECAUSE they were such good friends. Like the other avatars being mad at him? Yea that’s whatever. But for Bumi it was kinda personal. Also CABBAGE MAN WE MISSED YOU 👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻 Oh! And the way they mentioned other episodes like they were lore when Zuko was trying to find Aang? That was an amazing way to tie back to the OG series

•I love how they incorporated the blue spirit, Koh, the fog of lost souls & parts of the ep where sokka and Katara got sick & Aang had to get them frogs - just reimagined it. Oh also Hei Bai! Yea, I loved that whole episode. Koh & Hei Bai were SCARY as fuck, it was awesome!!

•HAHN MY BELOVED…I ADORE YOU! Favorite character that they added/changed. Katara getting the other women involved in the battle?! Tui & La? The oasis?! 😭😭 stunning!!!! I also LOVEDDDDD Aangs avatar spirit that he turned into, literally perfect! And I loved the change that he gave himself over to the spirits wrath..fucking SICK. Also right before aang turned into the spirit/whatever that’s called, I was praying they’d do the line and thEY DIDDDD!!!

•Fire lord Ozai?? 😳😚 nothing needed to be said - perfection

•Kyoshi?! The Kyoshi warriors?! SUKI?! - speechless

•I like that they’re making more of a point to show how smart Sokka is! Mechanist calling him an engineer…I hope they play more into that! Ik they did a bit in the show with the subs (cartoon), but still

•”~hE rAn~” seriously my favorite line, I was DYINGGGG!!! The scenes with Zuko and Iroh, Zuko before the war meeting, the leaves from the vine being in the background at the funeral….ARE YOU FUCKING WITH ME?! Zuko’s crew being the crew he SAVED?! And when they find out they all do the fire nation bows to their prINCE?! 😭😭😭😭

I’m being fair y’all - things I don’t love/hope they change:

•this one I’m 50/50 on - I don’t love that they tried to give Kuruk a reason for disappearing. They tried to pull shit from Korra to make him look meaningful & not useless as an avatar and it didn’t hit for me

•some of the wigs: obviously we won’t see Yue again, but I wanted her hair to be white. I didn’t love the wig but it wouldn’t have been as bad for me if it wasn’t so grey. Also do NOT love Azula, Tylee or Mai’s hair. Ik they look just like the show but whether that’s wigs or their actual hair (I’m clueless) it needs some serious improvement. Azula’s looks great down, I just don’t like how big the side pieces are that frame her face when it’s up.

•Katara, my love, I am PRAYING part of your development is also going to be her becoming more outspoken and badass, bc this season we saw the tiniest of glimpses of it, not a fan (unless it’s a part of her development…she did grow up in a tiny ass tribe so I’m giving them the benefit of the doubt)

• IK they’re going with a much more serious Aang, but pleaseeeee give us some actual moments of him being a kid. We saw that like twice 😭

•Dante is the PERFECT ZUKO, I will hear NO slander. However, I need him to be more of a dick. I’m hoping we’ll get that when he gets super desolate when they’re on the run & then we have Zuko alone & he has his inner battle. I need snarky dickhead Zuko, so you can truly see the big differences between what he’s fighting (himself vs. who his dad wants him to be)

Have fun kids!

In case I haven’t made it clear, idgaf if you disagree. I go so hard for these live actions because it’s fun! It’s just supposed to be fun and different and new. If you get so serious about it you’re ALWAYS going to be disappointed, there’s no way around it bc nothing is ever going to be as good as the original book, the original show, the original tale. OG atla is ALWAYS gonna be the winner, nothing will compare! So sit back ~relax~ and find some joy in the little things

[alexalessandro]

This is just me being silly goofy on Main, but can we talk about the similarities between Drake and KipperLily Copperkettle? l-

Like the fact that they’re both minorities Kipperlily’s an halfling and Drake is black but also they are so clearly drenched in privilege like KipperLily being from a family with enough money to rent multiple fucking food trucks and buy expensive ass spell components from Aelwyn and drake being half white and rich.

(not to mention in a world where black people exist she is a blue eye blondie with a superiority complex that ain’t lost on me character design wise)

But still both of them wanting that trauma porn and identity of other more marginalized people like Riz or you know other black rappers

I don’t know the more I think about the Drake/Kipperlily parallels between their personalities and backgrounds the more hilarious it becomes

And at least Kipperlily doesn’t have all the other allegations that Drake has but you know just personality and background wise they’re such a carbon copy.

I just find it funny it makes me giggle.

[temperqnce]

Shakarian Heist-Fic

This is a small piece of a ridiculously long ME2 fic I've been keeping close to my chest and working on-and-off on for like. Ten years. This comes right after Garrus said something stupid on Purgatory (the for-profit ransom jail, not the club) that was insensitive considering her slavery-related PTSD (she has the colony background.) They worked it out. Next thing he knows, he's on a heist-date on Bekenstein, orchestrated by Kasumi. Shep's determined to mess with him a little while they're out. This is pre-relationship.

Please be nice, I have NEVER posted work publicly before!!!

Port Observation Deck

The door to the observation deck slid open and Garrus stepped inside. In front of him, the vastness of space glimmered with sparkling stars. To his right was a small, self-service bar and lounge - a civilian ship luxury, stocked with liquors of all colors in mostly regulation space-travel friendly cylinders. They were mostly levo drinks, friendly for most non-turian species, but a few were carefully separated and labeled dextro. He had come here once or twice before, to break the ice with some of the crew. Since Kasumi had moved in, she had taken over the left half of the room with tasteful displays of (mostly stolen) art and other personal effects, but there was still plenty of space to lounge and watch the stars go by. 

On the black corner couch in the middle of the room, Kasumi and the commander were chatting and having a few drinks. Shepard was on the half of the couch that faced the door. She was dressed down in some comfortable-looking civvies, and the two women seemed relaxed. Shepard had been intently listening to whatever Kasumi had been saying before Garrus entered the room. The two looked up at him and Shepard smiled brightly and stood. 

“Garrus! Thank you for coming by. We have a favor to ask of you. Come sit. I’ll get you a drink.”

“Anything for you, Commander,” he said, and obeyed, sitting next to Kasumi on the side of the couch facing the bar. 

Shepard came back shortly with an unfamiliar midnight-dark concoction that bubbled on the sides of a narrow-topped, spouted glass. “Jane. What is this?”

“Try it. I’ve been experimenting,” She said, looking a little devious as she sat back down.

“...Are you trying to kill me, Shepard? Is this revenge?”

“Of course not! Look, it’s just xin and Drossix, but with a sort of… Quarian twist. Trust me, okay?”

“Trust you? You haven’t even tried it. You couldn’t. This could actually kill you.”

“That’s an exaggeration,” Kasumi cut in. “She’d get indigestion, at worst. You know when they say ‘Drossix Blue makes human stomachs explode’ they just mean drunk assholes shitting themselves, right?” 

“...Right. Well, here goes nothing,” he said, and tossed back the drink in one gulp. Shepard’s eyes lit up, watching his face. The base of the cocktail was richly bitter and strong, but the bubbles popped tart and almost sweet on his tongue. The carbonation was dense, but the beverage went down smooth. He felt a light pleasant buzz hit the back of his brain. 

“Wow,” he said, setting the glass on the table. “That’s nice. When did you develop an interest in dextro bartending?” 

“Two of my closest friends are dextro, Garrus, it’s called cultural competence.” 

“Only one of those friends is a dextro that drinks.”

“Well… consider it me plying you for that favor.” 

“Right. You’ve liquored me up, now what do you two want with me?”

Kasumi and Shepard shared a conspiratorial look, and Kasumi nodded. The commander grinned at Garrus and asked,

“Do you wanna be my date on a heist?” 

Bekenstein

The self-driving cab descended, hovering ever closer to a huge compound taking up the edge of a dramatic cliff. The mansion at the center was made of tall glass walls and sweeping white curves. Spreading out around it were several warehouse facilities patterned almost like waves breaking away from the centerpiece. It was an incredible sight to behold as the sun crept towards the horizon and tinted the sky pink. The sunlight played gently on the mist that gathered over a vast and rocky canyon. Shepard was taking it in when Garrus grunted next to her. 

“Nice digs.”

“That’s an understatement.”

“Paid for in blood,” Kasumi darkly added in the seat behind them. “The rest of the compound is an arms manufacturing facility.” 

Kasumi had asked Shepard to help her infiltrate a party of high-class criminals. Hoarders of culture and art, elite mercenary bosses, corrupt politicians, arms dealers, the works. Their mission was to break into the vault belonging to the host and retrieve a greybox belonging to a fellow thief. From what Shepard could tell, Keiji had been Kasumi’s partner in crime as well as in life. The greybox contained his memories, and as if that weren’t precious enough, encrypted within them was some damning intelligence that could cause serious upheaval in the Alliance. Keiji had been killed and his memories stolen by the criminal and art mogul Donovan Hock. Shepard was going undercover as Alison Gunn, a mercenary alter ego designed and made almost real by Kasumi’s expert work online. 

“I still don’t know why you aren’t doing this with Jacob,” Garrus complained. “The two of you would probably make a more… believable couple.”

Kasumi snorted. “HAH. Doubt it. At best they would think he was her employee. At worst his domineering mother-in-law. Come on bud, you were a detective. Crime in Citadel Space is your thing.” 

The cab touched down in an empty roundabout in front of the main hall of the mansion. They were a tad late. The cab opened up, and Kasumi lithely hopped out. 

“Hey, I’m not old enough to be anybody’s mother-in-law!” Shepard called after her, adjusting the one bracelet she owned, a simple silver chain. She started to stand. “Trust me Garrus, this is better. Kasumi’s right, you have experience dealing with these types.” She climbed out of the cab the best she could in the dress Kasumi picked out for her. It was a black halter-top dress that showed off her muscular shoulders and back. It was entirely too clingy for ease of movement, accentuating the difference between her toned waist and her bulky thighs. “It also helps that you’re not borderline afraid of me.” 

Garrus laughed, climbing out after her. “Oh, but I am.”

“Are you?” She asked, amused. She turned to offer him a hand, and he took it, but with his long legs he was already out of the car. Instead he linked their elbows and gave her a wink. 

“Oh yes. You’re terrifying. Squishy, but terrifying.” 

“Squishy?”

“Let’s move, lovebirds!” Kasumi called. The art thief was standing next to a second car fiddling with her omni-tool. As she worked, the car opened and a large gold statue of the turian spectre and infamous legend Saren Arterius slid out on a hoverplate. “We still have to go over the plan one last time.” 

They huddled together around the gaudy statue. “This really is tasteless. I can’t believe he’s taking it,” Garrus commented. 

“After a certain point, wealth actually makes your taste infinitely worse,” Kasumi said matter-of-factly. “The richest of the rich have houses full of garbage. You’ll see once we get inside.” She grimaced. “Can’t put a price on your soul.” 

“So, Garrus and I go in as merc leader Alison Gunn and…” Shepard trailed off, at a loss. “What’s Garrus’ cover? He’s famous in his own right these days. And as cool as it would be to bring Archangel, he’s supposed to be dead.” 

“Oh, I’ve got a name for the big guy,” said Kasumi. “You’ll be attending as Altus Avaros. No cool background, you’re just a wife guy. Pure arm candy.” 

“I can do that,” said Garrus, addressing Kasumi but staring at Jane, who had doubled over in silent giggles, covering her mouth with her free hand. Kasumi grinned knowingly at Garrus’ confused stare. 

“Let’s just hope there aren’t a lot of guests like our girl that know both Palaven Standard and Latin.” 

“Do I wanna know?” Garrus asked while Shepard pulled herself together. Big bird. BIG BIRD. She wanted to tell him but she knew it would ruin it. 

“Don’t worry about it,” Kasumi smiled innocently. “You two are going to go in. Schmooze a little, but not too much. We don’t want people asking you too many questions or your aliases will fall apart. Then we locate the vault, find its weaknesses, and I’ll guide you through exploiting them. I’ll be with you, and scouting around the house unseen. The statue will smuggle our weapons and armor for when we get into the vault. You can keep your sidearms. They’ll probably expect you to.” 

After briefing, Kasumi vanished, leaving the pair to start up a set of stone stairs, hovering Saren statue in tow. 

“I still can’t believe you called me squishy,” Shepard jabbed, elbowing her date as they walked.

“Speaking of squishy, where are you hiding your pistol in a dress that tight?” 

She snorted. “I could show you, but then I’d have to kill you.” 

The interior of the mansion had an incredible view of the sunset given that the entire western wall was made of glass and crystal. The center of the main room had a water feature, a large but gentle fountain with benches nearby for sitting. To either side, roped off sets of spiral stairs, and beyond those, alcoves of priceless paintings and art. The host hadn’t shown himself yet and Kasumi was scoping out the vault entrance, so Garrus and Shepard browsed the exhibits. 

The two made thoughtful noises here and there as they walked slowly through the displays. Eventually, Shepard sighed.

“Is it just me,” she whispered, “or is this…?”

“The most bored you’ve ever been in your life?” Garrus leaned over to rumble in her ear. 

“Oh thank God. It’s not that I don’t like art, it’s just-”

“Hey, you don’t have to pretend to be cultured around me.” 

“Really though! Kas was right, this stuff is uniquely bad!” 

“You know, I bet it’s better with booze. Everything’s better with booze.” 

“Garrus, we shouldn’t. We’re on a-”

“My name is Altus, thank you, and I’m already walking away. Don’t go anywhere,” he said, and he was around the corner and out of sight. 

Shepard grumbled and sat down on a bench by a small fireplace. The fire was set into the wall opposite the paintings they were looking at, which also hosted shelves upon shelves of books and knick knacks. She was about to pick up a book when a pale human male with a jar-shaped head and the worst facial hair she’d ever seen sat down next to her. 

“Alison Gunn, I presume?” he said in a bizarre accent she couldn’t place, holding out his hand. Jane took it and smiled politely. 

“Yes, good to meet you, Mr…?”

“Hock. I am your host tonight,” He said smoothly. Instead of shaking her hand, Donovan Hock lifted her hand delicately and pressed it to his lips. Shepard’s stomach soured. “Are you enjoying the party thus far?” 

“I am, Mr. Hock. You have a breathtaking home,” Shepard did her best to maintain a level countenance as she took her hand back. If she could be cool under gunfire, this should be easy. Right?

“Please, call me Donovan, Ms. Gunn. And thank you for the compliment. I paid the architect three times his usual fee for his undivided attention and for dealing with participation on my part. I wanted it to reflect my tastes well,” He smiled slyly at Shepard. She felt her face start to traitorously wrinkle with disgust, and schooled it into something more like vague interest. “Come with me across the gallery for a moment, will you?” Hock continued. “I would like to show you something.” 

“This is good,” Kasumi chimed in Shepard’s earpiece. “I need a voice sample from him, it’s one of the keys to the vault. Keep him talking.” 

“Alright,” Jane said in reply to both, and she stood to follow Hock. 

Hock took her out of the northern gallery alcove and around to one of its outer walls facing the back windows. On a pedestal against the wall, was that… an old Earth optical disc? It was huge. Wider than Hock’s own massive head. 

“I admire your work, Ms. Gunn,” The man began, stepping uncomfortably close. “You keep the barbarians at bay. Those backward-thinkers that try - and always fail - to stop people like me from doing what is necessary to keep the world turning. You understand the value of my work. I appreciate that.” He gestured to the disc. “You see this? A relic of a bygone age. If it weren’t for people like us, making the right moves, making the difficult choices, doing the galaxy’s dirty work… humanity would be stuck in the dark ages. Swinging clubs and writhing in the mud.” He stepped aside and let the colorful, sparkling gradient of sunset light behind them shine on the reflective surface of the disc. 

“That was… an enlightening speech, Mr. Hock,” Shepard managed to say, turning back to the host. “And of course I agree. I appreciate that we, uh, share that understanding.” She forced herself to smile. 

“There is much I have to share with beautiful women, Ms. Gunn,” Hock said smoothly, sliding back into her personal space. Shepard felt her biotics flicker, her hand twitching and the back of her neck getting warm. She clenched her fist and-

“Heyyyy, honey, I got that drink you wanted!” Garrus said cheerfully, sliding one arm around Shepard’s waist and putting a champagne flute in her hand with the other. The maneuver effectively created a barrier on all sides of her body for a moment, and forced Hock to back up. Jane felt her building rage and tension soften. Trust Garrus to be a smooth operator, she thought, relieved. 

“Sorry, Shep,” Kasumi said in her ear. “I had to hold him back for just a second while I got the recording. But we’re good, so you guys can feel free to get Hock out of your hair.” 

The art mogul scowled, then schooled his expression and tilted his head up slightly as if to look down at the pair. If that were possible, given that Garrus was at least a whole head taller than him. 

“Mr. Hock, I appreciate you inviting my wife and I into your home tonight,” Garrus said warmly, pulling Shepard a little tighter into his side. “It’s a gorgeous place. We were just talking about how captivating the view is. You wouldn’t mind if I stole her away for a moment on the balcony…?” 

“Of course, please. I have other guests to attend,” Hock said coolly. “Thank you for your time, Ms. Gunn.” 

Shepard smiled as sweetly as she could at him, not trusting herself to speak, and let Garrus lead her down the hall and out the glass door to the wide balcony overlooking the canyon. An air highway crossing the canyon led directly into the sweeping skyline of Milgram, Bekenstein’s capital city. The buildings there were some of the tallest she’d ever seen outside of the Citadel.

Garrus let go of her waist once they reached the edge. They stood next to each other, not touching anymore but still close, resting their glasses and their arms on the thick balcony railing. They were quiet, taking in the view. Then,

“Sorry. For grabbing your waist.” 

Jane was surprised. “No need. It’s fine.” 

“No, I mean. It’s more normal for humans than it is for turians,” Garrus explained, an edge of nervousness to his voice. “We don’t really do… public displays of affection, even with partners or family. I had to sort of code-switch for a minute, and it’s fine surrounded by mostly humans. But… I would have been slapped, doing that back home. So. I feel like I need to apologize out of respect for you, even though… it doesn’t mean much to you. As a human.”

“Hmm,” Shepard said, thoughtful. It was endearing of Garrus to think so much about their cultural differences. He seemed to know a lot more about what was normal for her than she did for him. She would have to catch up. “I’m not sure what I should say.”

“You don’t have to say anything.” 

“I appreciate you. For stepping in. It was good timing.” 

Garrus chuckled softly. “Well… again, normally I wouldn’t do something like that. I know you’re capable of handling yourself. But normally you’d be able to hand a guy his ass with very few consequences.” 

“Yeah,” Shepard sighed. “I really wanted to do it.”

“Kick his ass?”

“Yeah.” 

“Me too,” he admitted ruefully. “Did you know I was top of my class for hand-to-hand combat in the academy? I bet he doesn’t know that.”

“Maybe he’ll get to find out later,” Shepard mused. “The night isn’t over yet.” 

“You’re right,” Garrus sighed. He tapped his glass with a talon. “You should drink this. It’s good.” 

“Your drink?”

“No. Our drink. We’re drinking the same thing.” Shepard had failed to notice that the pale, icy-green colored liquid was in both of their glasses.

“How is that-”

“It’s a newer kind of dual-chirality wine,” He explained. “Asari-made. Levo and dextro friendly, without the weird taste. I’ve been wanting to try it for a while, but it’s expensive, and, well, I didn’t want to do it alone. There was never a right moment.”

“But now, on this rich asshole’s dime…”

“Exactly.” 

Shepard touched her glass to his, a pleasant chime ringing over the vast canyon in front of them, then she took a slow sip, savoring the moment. It hit her tongue tart but settled dry, somehow both intense and impossibly light, like someone had taken an Earthen white wine and hit it with a particle accelerator. Whatever undoubtedly alien ingredients they used reminded her more of lychee and pear than of grapes. 

“Wow,” she said. “This is nice. I like it a lot.” 

“I’m glad. I’ll have to find some on the Citadel the next time we go.” 

“Thank you, Garrus. For this, and for earlier.”

“You know I’ve always got your back.” 

Static buzzed in Shepard’s ear. 

“You guys are gross. Married for all of five minutes and already making me puke,” Kasumi teased in their ears. “Get back inside, I got everything we need to get in the vault. It’s time to get suited up.” 

Jane felt a blush coming on. She left her glass on the balcony and grabbed Garrus’ hand, doing her best to twine their mismatched fingers together and pull him back indoors. They descended the stairs to the long hallway that led to the vault. 

“Hold on,” Garrus started, and they froze on the last step. “Guards coming down the other side.” Sure enough, Shepard saw the shadows of two armored men lingering at the top of the stairs at the other end of the hallway. A wicked idea fixed in her mind and she flashed a wide grin at her partner. 

“Oh, that’s easy,” she said, and with her left arm she tugged him down the last step while with her right she shoved him up against the wall. She got a rush of satisfaction at witnessing his shock and nervousness, his eyes wide and his hands up in disarmed surrender. “I know you just said turians don’t like PDA, but…”

“I’m sure I’ll survive,” he replied quickly with an urgent glance down the hall.  

How does one kiss a turian? Shepard mused, pressing up against him and elbowing his arms down. The guy doesn’t have lips. She supposed she’d have to improvise. Garrus settled his hands on her hips tentatively and she wrapped hers around the back of his neck, gently craning his neck so she could reach him. A mandible is like a jaw, right? A sensitive, more expressive part of a jaw? She placed soft kisses down the uninjured side, smiling at the panicked heartbeat she felt reverberating in his chest. What happened to Mr. Suave? She wondered, before finally pressing the first of a series of exploratory kisses on his mouthplates. Kissing turians won’t be necessary, she heard her own voice in the back of her mind say to Ashley in the Cargo Bay all those years ago. She was okay with being wrong. Not because she was into it, or anything, of course. Just to get under the usually cool and confident sniper’s skin. And by his reaction… shallow breathing, tightly fluttering mandibles, a high timbre in his chest that she could only describe as acute distress… she had succeeded. That was pure satisfaction. 

She was lost in figuring out how to describe what his very foreign mouth tasted like when she heard a cough from behind her. Garrus had apparently forgotten what they were doing all of this for, because he jumped a little and let go of her quickly, like a teen having been caught under the bleachers. That was fitting enough, though, and Jane stepped back, making a show of fixing herself up though he hadn’t done anything other than attempt to kiss her back and clamp onto her hips for dear life. 

The two Eclipse guards looked some combination of embarrassed and dumbstruck. Turian-human couples weren’t very common, for good reason. “Sorry for the uh, interruption, ma’am,” one of them said, flushing and not meeting her eyes. “Just - well. This hallway isn’t off-limits, per-se, but it’s not private, either. You might wanna… I mean. Mr. Hock’s estate is extensive, I’m sure staff could find you and your, uh, friend a room if you wanted.” 

Shepard gave the men her most devastating smile. “Thanks, boys. We’ll finish up here and probably head home.”

“Of course, ma’am,” the guard said, and quickly moved along, elbowing his partner to follow him.

When they were out of sight, Shepard turned back to Garrus, whose blue-flushed neck was slowly returning to normal along with his steady breathing. He glowered at her. 

“You enjoyed that a little too much, Commander.”

“Aww, was it really that bad?” Shepard pouted. 

The blush returned. “No! No, I, uh, well, it was, uh. Just. New,” he spluttered. “Different.”

“Calm down, big guy, I’m only teasing,” she laughed, and grabbed him by the elbow to pull him down to the vault door. 

She was going to have to thank Kasumi later. This was the most fun she’d had on a mission in a while. 

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Kasumi flipped backwards off Hock’s gunship and back down onto some shipping containers in the coolest feat of acrobatics Jane had ever seen.

“I do love a professional,” Garrus buzzed in her ear. She could hear the smile in his voice through the radio. Having disabled the ship’s shields, the only thing left to do was blow it out of the sky. 

Shepard pulled out her grenade launcher and crouched to load it. High on the landing pad but behind some crates, Kasumi made quick and precise shots with her pistol at the windows of the gunship, clearly going for Hock’s head. Garrus popped up from his spot on the opposite side of the platform from Shepard, shot a few strategically-aimed high-caliber rounds, then disappeared to reload. Shepard could hear them both muttering to themselves over the radio. 

“Take that, you bastard. I hope one of these lobotomizes you but keeps you alive so I can shoot you a few more times you sick fuck-”

“-turian design, weak points in the armor… here, here, and… here-”

Shepard looked up and hefted the grenade launcher to her shoulder. She waited for Hock to pause between his hail of bullets and the next round of pummeling rockets. She charged her shields, hoping to draw Hock’s attention. She popped up and rapid-fired, three grenades at once. She figured one or two of them might interrupt the barrage while the other snuck past. Garrus also popped up. Hock fired his missiles. But not at Shepard. 

“Shit-” Jane heard, and then Garrus’ radio cut out. 

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Garrus hit the ground. Hard. Something buzzed on the screen of his visor and his radio cut. Diagnostics told him he’d cracked a tiny part of the receiver - no big deal, he could weld that back together with his omni-tool. 

His combat HUD told him all three grenades Shepard sent off had hit the gunship square on. Kasumi cheered, loud enough that he’d picked it up without the aid of his radio. Safe now from rocket fire (thank the spirits) he sat up to take his visor off and quickly zap it back into shape. He thought he heard the commander yelling from pretty far away. Then suddenly she was right in his face. 

She’d lept over his cover and landed haphazardly beside him, then grabbed his shoulders with force that would have completely fucked his welding if he hadn’t had the presence of mind to stop. Her eyes were wild and her hands were shaking. Concerned, Garrus wrapped his hands around her elbows in what he hoped was a comforting grip. 

“Jane? What’s wrong?” He asked, thoroughly confused. 

“Rocket,” she said between heavy breaths from the dead sprint she must have been in. “You didn’t pop back up.”

Oh. 

“I’m fine,” he said, his subvocals coming out low and warm, the emotion stronger than he expected. He squeezed at the joint of her arms. “Just broke the receiver in my visor. I was fixing it.” 

She shoved him a little, clearly miffed, and knocked a fist against his armor. “You have at least two backup radios. What did I get you this stupid suit for? You and that damned visor.” She shook her head, but smiled as he pulled it out to finish the quick weld. 

“Guys! The Kodiak is almost here,” Kasumi called from above, leaning over the railing of the landing pad. “We probably want to get out as soon as we can.”

“Got it,” Shepard said while Garrus gave an affirmative hand signal, and the thief disappeared.

Garrus replaced his patched-up visor and re-connected to their combat frequency, then caught Jane’s arm before she started vaulting over the concrete barrier between them and the stairs. The playing-pretend part of the evening might have been long-since over, but he couldn’t forgive himself if he didn’t see the bit all the way through. 

“Before we go,” he said quickly to her surprised face, “I just… wanted to say thanks. This was fun.” 

The commander’s expression was caught between amusement and confusion, a small, open smile showing while her brows furrowed. She looked away from him, blinked a few times, then said, “Uh, yeah, it was, wasn’t it? I’m… glad.” She seemed to gather herself, then looked at him again, smiling in a more relaxed way this time. “I’d say we should do it again sometime, but…”

“What, get invited to a high-class criminal soiree, drink their booze, steal their shit, and blow it up? I’m game if you are.” 

“It’s a date,” she said, winking at him, then she slung herself over the concrete divider and hurried up the landing pad stairs. 

His heart was hammering, all of the sudden. 

It was just a joke. Wasn’t it? 

Shit. 

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Garrus found himself back where all of this had started, staring at the Normandy’s meager selection of dextro liquor and mixers in the starboard lounge. He was alone, thank the spirits. Shepard and Kasumi were debriefing in the commander’s cabin, deciding the fate of the greybox. 

He thought about trying to mix up what Jane had made for him before the mission, but he didn’t really have the presence of mind to recreate it properly. He poured himself a glass of straight xin and sat on the couch with a huff. 

Over and over again, his mind was replaying that moment on the stairs, right before they broke into the vault. He’d frozen up completely, as nervous as a fledgling boy. He was damned near thirty years old, he should have been able to do something. Anything at all. Shit, he’d wanted to. Run a hand through her hair. Pull one of her legs over his hip. Try to find where she’d hidden that gun… Just to be convincing. To the mercs who were watching. The patrolling mercs that he had forgotten about as soon as she started kissing him. 

The door behind him slid open and Kasumi walked in, silent as the grave. She placed her greybox on her desk gently and sat on the couch on her side of the room, pulling her legs up to her chest and resting her head on her knees. 

“You don’t have to leave,” she said as he started to get up. Her voice was calm. He rose to his feet anyway.

“I was going to ask if you wanted a drink,” he said, gesturing to his cup. She looked up at him and smiled faintly. 

“Pour me half a glass of that blue bottle up top, and fill the rest with the red juice in the fridge. I’m feeling like a party girl,” she said with a hiccuping laugh. Garrus couldn’t see her eyes under her hood, but he’d wager high creds that she was crying. 

He did as she asked and brought it to her, sitting down on the other side of the same couch. 

“Are you… alright?” he asked slowly. She took a few small sips from her glass before answering. 

“Yes. And no,” she said. “I’m keeping the greybox. It’s all I have left of Keiji. But… I don’t think the commander approves. It was a hard conversation.” 

Garrus nodded, staying quiet. He watched her wipe tears out from under her eyes. 

“She said it was my decision. But that Keiji wouldn’t have wanted me to have a target on my back for the rest of my life. That he’d have wanted me to live in reality and not in the past. She was right.” 

“She has a way of being right about things,” Garrus grumbled. “It’s pretty annoying.” 

Kasumi laughed again, sniffled a little. “I got pissed at her anyway. I yelled. What does she know about what Keiji would have wanted? She doesn’t know him like I do. Nobody does,” she shook her head. “But she didn’t even get mad. She just gave me a hug and let me cry. She said she wouldn’t judge my choices. But I don’t know, Gare. It just… feels so wrong, to disappoint her. She’s so…” she trailed off, at a loss for words. 

“I know,” Garrus said, setting his glass on the table. He leaned towards her a little, trying to see if he could catch the shine of her eyes. “Look, I’m not the best guy for this kind of advice. You know where loss sent me. But it doesn’t have to be all or nothing. That’s something I’m… learning lately,” he admitted gruffly. “Give yourself some time. Keep it for now. But with the intention of saying goodbye,” he watched her nod slowly, clutching her glass with two hands and rubbing her knuckles for comfort. “Work your way towards being able to let it go, and then… I dunno. Blow it up over an ocean, or something. Jettison it into a star. Make it special.” 

Kasumi smiled at him warmly. “Thanks Garrus. That sounds… nice. I’ll think about it.” She swung her legs to the floor and set her glass on the low table in front of her. 

“No thanks necessary. A turian lives to serve.”

She snorted and leaned back, crossing her arms. “Right, sure. If we’re keeping score, you owed me, anyway.” 

“How so?” Garrus asked, tilting his head curiously.

“Who do you think suggested you come with us?” She grinned devilishly. “After you shoved your foot in your mouth on Purgatory I thought maybe you could use a chance to get back in the lady’s good graces.” 

Garrus’ jaw dropped. “Uh,” he scrambled, “Kas, we’re not, I’m not, uh,” Shit. Fuck. Shit.

“Could you hear the noises the giant bug orchestra in your chest was making when Hock was all over her? And when she was all over you?” 

“You could hear that?” He asked, panicked. Most humans could tell something was playing underneath a turian’s primary vocals, but rarely could discern the difference between one tone and another. Their hearing was simply not sharp enough, their brains untrained to identify the nuances. It was something turians could often use to their advantage in interspecies engagement: a facade of emotional detachment was useful in negotiations of all kinds. 

“I’m the best thief in the galaxy, Vakarian. I’ve got a few upgrades. Understanding how people feel is important in any kind of undercover work… as you know, detective.” There was an impish sparkle to her countenance that Garrus resented. There went the one advantage to being the only turian on this ship. 

“The commander has a… a partner,” Garrus insisted, echoing the language Shepard used in their conversation on the Citadel. “He’s my friend, too. I’m not interested in getting mixed up in that. You can read whatever you want into my interactions with her, but we’re just friends. She’s important to me. I’m loyal to her. She’s… frustrating, sometimes. That’s all.” He hoped that was convincing enough. He wasn’t sure which one of them he was trying to convince the most. 

“Sure, Gare,” Kasumi said slyly. “Whatever you say. I’ll keep your little secret. But I don’t think it needs to be kept.” 

Garrus was about to ask what she meant when the door to the room slid open and Shepard stumbled in out of breath. He stood quickly, almost dropping his drink. 

“Jane. What’s happening?” 

“Another colony is being hit. Now. I just set a course,” she gasped for breath, then locked gazes with him, her eyes filled with fear. “Garrus. It’s Kaidan.”

~~~~~~~~~ That's the end folks. Someday maybe in another ten years I'll post more lmao

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Caelus meets up with Sunday

C.W. - A Caelus / Sunday ship - Religious themes and imagery - Mind control - Dubious consent - Hurt / comfort - Pining - Kiss and make out - Implied healing sex - Aventurine, Robin and Firefly mentioned

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“Let’s make it quick!” 

Caelus summons his galactic baseball bat, and swings it directly at one of the Dreamjolt Troupe’s Bubble Hounds. Originally a delivery robot of SoulGlad, it appears that they went out of control due to the emotional interference in the Dreamscape. Even after losing its sole purpose, it is still dispensing sweetness, inviting everyone to taste this delicacy, its sickly-sweet scent of soda that fills the air, a harbinger of the creature's foul nature. 

With a loud smash, Caelus destroys the hounds with his baseball bat! 

The hound howls in pain as Caelus found its mark, a small crack opening on its stomach. But to Caelus’s horror, the noxious flood of soda gushes forth from the hound’s belly, spraying outward in a fizzy torrent. 

With a deafening roar, the hound collapses to the ground, its form dissolving into a puddle of sticky, syrupy liquid, one with a golden hue.

But as Caelus was about to strike another one at his six o’clock, he was suddenly engulfed in a blinding haze of sticky, soda spray. 

“My eyes!! It stings!!” 

Caelus staggers backwards, his vision obscured by the sugary mist, his senses reeling from the oncoming onslaught. For a moment, he stood helpless, his mind clouded by the fizzy deluge. Then, he was knocked down by one of the hounds from his back, causing his grasp on his baseball bat loose, falling to the ground with a loud clunk. 

“It’ll take… more than that.” 

Blinded by that sudden, fizzy strike, Caelus’s world becomes a realm of darkness and pain, his senses overwhelmed by the carbonated liquid that blinded him. He stumbled and faltered, his movements clumsy and erratic, as he groped blindly for some semblance of orientation. 

“My baseball bat… where is it?”

Just as despair and the hounds threatened to overwhelm him, something– or perhaps, someone appeared, their presence merely a whisper in the chaos of battle. 

“Enough.” The voice calls out, but not to Caelus. 

Amidst the darkness, Caelus could only hear the sounds of battle fade into the background as whoever fought. Before his vision was recovered, the mysterious saviour was nowhere to be found. The hounds’ mechanical bodies all disintegrated into ashes, gleams of blue and white light casting out of its body. 

“Hello?” Caelus calls out to them. Just then, he hears a sound coming from behind him. He turns his body to find the golden halo that encircles around the precious, blue-gold treasure, dissipating in the air. The treasure unlocks itself, revealing the goods. That serious look of his changes instantly. 

“Great! The more the better!” 

Caelus gleefully runs over to the chest, and slowly opens it, revealing some world currencies and relics. Just then, he remembers that someone had saved him.

“Uh… Thank you for saving me!” Caelus calls out to the air, but is only met with silence. 

“Huh?” He notices something on the floor, one that looks like a card. He picks it up immediately, seeing this fancy blue-gold card in his hands. “What’s this…?”

~~~~~~

“Oh, it seems that you have received one of the invitations.” One of the Head Hound Guard takes a good look at the card in Caelus’s hand. “How lucky, not many citizens of Penacony would receive such a gift to have a chat with the leaders of The Family.”

“I… Suppose I am lucky.” Caelus could only reply like this. 

But… I didn’t receive it, I found it. 

“Anyways, allow me to escort you to him. He’s just in his office.” The guard opens the door, and Caelus walks into the Dreammaster Hall. The place is spacious, as the main hall of the residence is filled with five orange lounges, each with their own family crest, a place where the leaders of the five major lineages regularly gather to discuss the situation and plan for the Dreamscape. 

A finely crafted city sandpit is placed at the centre of the hall, one that is modelled after the Dreamscape, made in the image of Penacony with a 1:100 ratio to the real deal. 

“Wow…” Caelus wanders off to have a look at the sandpit, admiring how every single detail is made: From the npcs models, to the giant wine glass displays, to even the pinball machine mechanics. 

“I wouldn’t touch that if I were you,” The tall, buff guard with his sunglasses and rugged arms folds his arms. “Unless I have a lot of money to pay for it.”

“Sorry…” Caelus quickly takes a step back, and rubs the back of his neck sheepishly while giving the guard an awkward smile in return. The two of them resume walking, and they finally stop at a grand door. Before the guard could even open the door, Caelus could hear a faint voice coming from the other side of the room. 

“Please, for the love of all that is Halovian,” The voice seems muffled… and familiar. “Just keep an eye on that gambler.”

Before Caelus could hear it, the guard opens the grand doors and invites him inside. Caelus enters the room, and is enveloped in an atmosphere of quiet reverence. The walls were covered in rows and rows of towering bookshelves, their wooden frames laden with tomes of knowledge and wisdom, their spines illuminated by the soft glow of lamplight.  

In the centre of the room stood a large, round table, its polished surface gleaming in the natural light. Around it, the chairs were arranged in a perfect circle. 

But it was not the sight of the room's furnishings that captured Caelus’s attention; rather, it was the figure that stood at its centre, bathed in an ethereal aura that seemed to emanate from within. 

Caelus’s eyes widened in wonder as he beheld the sight before him: A familiar figure with angel wings behind his ears like a mantle. Smooth wavy greyish-blue hair, a bright, bronze halo behind his head, representing his Halovian heritage.  

Sunday. 

Caelus’s heart skips a beat as Sunday turns around to greet him, his smile warm and inviting as the first time they met at the hotel, his eyes sparkling with a wisdom that seemed to transcend mortal understanding. Next to him, a male assistant quickly bows his head and quickly walks off the room. 

So does the guard, leaving the two of them alone in the room. 

With a graceful bow, Sunday beckons Caelus forward, his demeanour serene and welcoming.

"Welcome, trailblazer." Sunday said, his voice soft yet commanding, carrying with it a sense of profound reassurance. "I have been expecting you."

Caelus’s pulse quickens with anticipation as he approaches the table, his gaze never leaving the enigmatic figure in front of him. Something about Sunday's presence made him feel awestruck and reverent, as if he were in the presence of a powerful being. 

Caelus then takes his place at the table, and sits down on a chair. 

Sunday does as well, sitting just next to Caelus. 

“How was your trip so far in Penacony?” Sunday initiates the conversation. “I trust that everything is alright.” 

“Well…” Caelus looks down on the table. As much as he enjoyed wandering the land of dreams, where he could eat unlimited cones of ice-cream, splurge on a lot of unique products, and even get to meet the Lord Trashcan, the negative memories outweigh the positive ones. 

The enigmatic meme back in the Memory Zone, one that is believed to be a manifestation of people’s fear of death and murder. With its piercing purple and pink shades, along with its squirmy body that looks like a centipede, it sends a shiver down Caelus’s spine. 

He could never forget how it pierced into Firefly’s chest, causing her demise. 

He could never forget how her last words were an apology.

He could never forget how the luminescent blue-pink goop explodes Firefly’s body, splattering onto the floor, his clothes, and his hands. 

Even if we had only met for a few hours, still…

“I… No, not really, to be honest.”

Sunday’s eyes widened slightly, the realisation hitting him.

“My apologies for asking such an insensitive question.” He places his hand on his heart. “I understand what happened to Miss Firefly, and I would like to ask for my condolences. But rest assured, we are still investigating this matter, and I promise you that we will find the truth about this. Again, as stated before, no one can be harmed in the dreamscape.”  

Just then, a memory brings Caelus back to someone. 

Robin. 

He could never forget how Robin laid, fully clothed, submerged in the Dreamscape’s bathtub, her body limp and lifeless, a stark contrast to the vibrant energy that had once animated her every movement every time she’s on stage singing and dancing to her audience. 

He could never fail to recall the large gash that marred her chest, a glowing scar that pulsed with an otherworldly pink-blue light. 

He would never, ever forget how Robin began to dissipate in front of his eyes, her form dissolving into a cascade of iridescent bubbles that shimmered and danced in the air, her essence fading into nothingness as if she had never existed.

As the last of the bubbles dissipate into thin air, nothing remains but an empty bathtub and a lingering sense of unease.

Sunday’s words were overshadowed by the weight of the revelation that had just been dropped into Caelus’s lap. 

Sunday’s sister is… gone, just like his close acquaintance, Firefly. 

The same tragic fate, the same cruel twist of fate had taken away both of their loved ones. And here he was, face to face with someone who was going through the same pain and loss that he had, not so long ago. 

As the weight of the revelation sinks in, Caelus felt a pang of empathy tug at his heartstrings, a deep sense of sadness for Sunday's plight. He could see the pain etched in the lines of his face, the raw emotion simmering beneath the surface, ready to spill over. 

Is that why he called for me? Caelus thinks it through in his mind. No, I still need to wait. Maybe it’s for something else.

“You are quite easy to read, trailblazer.” Sunday’s words cause Caelus to reel himself back to reality. Just then, he notices how Sunday’s stare intensifies slightly in interest. “You can confide in me, if you wish.” 

“Sorry,” Caelus lets out a chuckle, trying to reduce the tension in the room. “I was just.. Thinking of all of those innocent people who were… gone. Just like that.” 

“I know.” Sunday’s wings slump around his neck. “I’m still… trying to not get it into my head. A leader should have a clear head if they want to get things done, after all.”

As much as Caelus wants to reach out to Sunday, to put his hand on Sunday’s shoulder in a gesture of silent solidarity, he could sense that asking or saying anything about Robin’s situation would be unwise. 

He retracts his hand back into his lap. 

“Mr Sunday, I know we only met twice. Once, at the hotel lobby, and the other time when I fell down at the Golden Hour.” Caelus says easily. “But, as an Astral Express member, I would like to extend my help to you. If you ever do need any kind of assistance, big or small, I’m here for you. We all will. You can count on me.” 

Wow, that’s probably the most mature response I’ve ever said! Caelus thought to himself and smiles.

Meanwhile, Sunday's heart aches for a minute, because he so desperately wants to be taken care of. 

But he is the Oak Family's leader and a representative of The Family of Penacony. Allowing someone else to care for him in any capacity would reveal a weakness he cannot admit to himself. He must always uphold the integrity of his position. 

“I do not need to be taken care of,” Sunday says, managing to keep his tone gentle, almost neutral. “But I appreciate your offer, nonetheless.”

“Of course not.” Caelus rubs the back of his neck, thinking how lamely his words must have sounded.  

“But, sometimes,” Caelus continues. “It’s better to take a break and let someone close to you help you out, especially to those you can trust.”  

Sunday is not a fool. Never is, never was, never will. He catches the underlying genuine kindness in Caelus’s words, and his instincts scream at him to accept. To hug Caelus in his arms, to lay himself in Caelus strong and capable hands–  

No.  

Penacony cannot afford Sunday’s divided attention. A pawn under the Dreammaster or not, the result remains the same: Sunday has maintained Penacony, and, now, must maintain it even more. He cannot allow himself to be distracted, especially when Robin– his sister, the only one he can trust, his only kin, the other remaining survivor from the aftermath of the Stellaron Disaster, disappeared without much clues. 

Asking someone else from The Family to fill his papers would be absurd. 

A leader should never be weak. 

He cannot rely on anyone but himself.

Yet… the wings behind his ear inches forward, wishing for salvation for someone’s touch and comfort, even if he only met the trailblazer for the third time.  

“Oh, by the way. I found this card, and I think it belongs to you.” Caelus takes the card out of his jacket pocket, and hands it to Sunday. 

Pulling himself back to the conversation this time, Sunday takes a glance at it, and shakes his head. “Keep it, you should have it instead.” 

“Oh, is that really… okay?” 

Sunday's touch on Caelus's hand was gentle and tentative, as if he was afraid to intrude on the trailblazer’s grief, but wanted to offer some small measure of comfort in his time of need.

Wait, his hands are so elegant.

A kind thought. Caelus allows himself an indulgent smile— as much in response to the thought as the way Sunday holds his hand above Caelus’s hand, allowing Caelus to adjust his hold. “Of course, you are part of the Astral Express after all.”  

I can’t believe how perfect his hands are. So slender and delicate…

This obsession with Sunday’s hands is a curious thing. Caelus cannot help but wonder about his wrist— 

“Were you wondering why you have that invite card on you?” Again, it seems that Sunday, the Halovian man’s words, would always reel Caelus back to reality, lulling him in. 

Caelus blinks in confusion, then the cogs and gears turn into his head. 

“Right! The card, I found it after I got attacked, and–” 

Realisation dawns on Caelus as Sunday releases his grip on Caelus’s hand, rubbing his thumb and middle finger into his temples as he sits back at his seat.

“...You’re the one that saved me.”

Sunday lets out a soft chuckle, one that sounds smooth– like warm and sweet vocal cords. “Indeed, I was the one that rescued you. But, no need to worry too much. I have also dealt with the other monsters from the surrounding area.” 

“Thank you so much for saving me,” Gratitude swims in Caelus’s heart. “Mr. Sunday.” 

“Just call me Sunday.” Sunday smiles warmly. “No need to be formal with me.”

“Then, Sunday– ” 

Sunday did not realise how need and desire braids together in his gut the moment someone like the grey-haired trailblazer calls out his name, how achingly sweet it sounds.  

“How did you defeat them?” Stars twinkle in Caelus’s eyes, pumping his fists in excitement. “I want to know!” 

Sunday ponders in his seat for a moment, then looks back at Caelus, his expression inscrutable. “Well, it’s all thanks to my power.”

“Is it really that powerful?” 

Sunday considers his words carefully, his face giving nothing away. “Powerful? Yes, it’s powerful. But it can be a double-edged sword, capable of great strength, but also great danger.” 

“Danger to who, exactly?” Caelus asks another question. 

Sunday’s eyes flicker with a dark intensity. “To those who wield it, it is a great responsibility. If misused, it can lead to corruption and destruction.”

“Well, with someone like you,” Caelus gives him a soft smile. “I’m sure that you won’t do anything bad to it.” 

Sunday gives a single, sharp nod.

“Yes, it’s not a power to be taken lightly.”

“Then, what kind of power is it? Can you use it right now for demonstration?” Caelus asks again. 

Sunday pauses for what felt like a minute or so, studying Caelus with an intense gaze. “Are you sure you wish to know the power I wield for the Family?” 

Caelus, as oblivious as he can be sometimes, nods eagerly in response. “Well, it would be cool to know! Maybe I can learn a few tricks from you and that I can defend myself and my companions more!” 

“...If you say so.” 

Before Caelus notices how Sunday’s smile looks much wider, Sunday chants out the prayer out loud. 

Oh, Triple-Faced Soul, please sear his tongue and palms with a hot iron, so that he will not be able to fabricate lies and make false vows. Under the light of the Harmony, all wickedness is revealed. I implore THEM to shed THEIR light, and I’ll ask you questions on THEIR behalf.

The feeling of unease creeps over Caelus like a shroud, suffocating him. His gaze is locked with Sunday's, as he is drawn inexorably into the depths of Sunday's yellow irises with purple pupils. 

A shiver runs down his spine as he feels a strange sensation wash over him, as if tendrils of smoke are weaving their way through his mind, clouding his thoughts and obscuring his perceptions. It was as if he was being dragged into a trance, his willpower crumbling under the weight of an unknown force.

His body feels heavy and sluggish, as if he were moving through molasses, each step a herculean effort. He could feel the colours swirling around him, vibrant and chaotic, a messy wet painting of colours that dances around his eyesight in a dizzying display. 

“What is this…?” Caelus asks out a whisper to Sunday, who reclines in his armchair, legs crossed.

His hand moved in a circular motion, causing the red liquid to swirl in the glass in his hand. In the dimly lit room, his eyes glowed like molten gold as he stared intently at the scene in front of him. 

Sunday was truly the epitome of elegance. 

“Sunday, answer me– Ugh…” Desperate to break free from the grip of whatever power the Halovian man held him captive, Caelus tries to shake his head, to resist the hypnotic pull that threatened to consume him whole.

[f1delitous]

Ranking the 2023 liveries!

10. McLaren MCL60 - 2/10

It was an easy dead last. I’m sorry, but the empty patches of exposed carbon and the obscene amount of sponsors are not giving. I do love colorful cars, especially when the grid is so dark, but the orange is a bit too saturated and the chrome on the front wing is…. not it. How much is google paying them??? Do a classic gulf livery please!!

9. AlphaTauri AT04 - 4/10

I don’t really get the hype around this one. It’s a bit more interesting than last year but not very memorable. I do like the wheel covers though! I wish they stuck to the old Toro Rosso livery.

8. Alpine A523 - 4.5/10

Look. If they used the full pink livery I would put it in the top 3 because she’s pretty. The blue feels very forced and the sponsor placement disrupts this livery even more. As my friend says, “it looks like a gender reveal party.” Props for being colorful though.

7. Red Bull RB19 - 4.5/10

He’s the same. When I first saw it I was so disappointed they didn’t do the white livery (imagine Max’s white and gold helmet as a livery!!) However, it is not last because it’s still a really good livery. But I can’t put it any higher just for lack of creativity.

6. Haas VF-23 - 6/10

Most improved for sure. I like the white lines against the dark background, and the red works. I would rate it a lot higher if there weren’t so many red and black cars.

5. Alfa Romeo C43 - 6.5/10

Speaking of red and black cars… I liked it when I first saw it, but now I’m not crazy about it. I really liked the white and red last year, and the black makes it look too similar to a Ferrari. The body of the car is incredible though—the side ridges. 🤌🏼

4. Williams FW45 - 7.5/10

One word: DURACELL. Whoever came up with that sponsor placement is an absolute genius. I love the pearly blue, but I think it would look more elegant without the random geometric shapes.

3. Aston Martin AMR23 - 8/10

Just making the podium is Aston Martin. This was by far my favorite livery last year, and it looks very similar. I don’t know though, I’m just not salivating over it like I used to. I think all the sponsors in white text really breaks up the (gorgeous, delicious, sensational) British racing green and makes it look messy. The green with the chartreuse accents is so iconic though, and I’m sure she will be glowing under the sun.

2. Ferrari SF-23 - 9/10

She’s hot. We all know this. I apologize for objectifying this car but UGH. The side pods look incredible from overhead, and I love the slits. My only comment is that I would have preferred a pearly red. I know the matte is lighter but I want to see her shine like a Mazda in red metallic.

1. Mercedes W13 - 14/10

*Slaps the roof*

*Sinks to my knees*

When I watched the reveal my jaw dropped.

I won’t apologize for objectifying this car because she is sex. I would do anything for her.

I mean….

I have nothing I would change about her. The lines. The side pods. The stabby parts next to the front wheel. It’s absolute filth. If I was run over by this car i wouldn’t be unhappy.

Fidelity, didn’t you say you liked colorful cars?? This is just all carbon.

SHUT UP. She’s perfect. I will gatekeep black cars just for Merc. And the story of stripping paint to reduce weight is so iconic to the Mercedes story.

Name a human more attractive than this car. I will wait.

[rumble-aint-a-rumble-without-me]

dally can’t close his eyes at night. gunshots reverberate in his mind and flashes of red and blue fill his eyes. the image of someone’s body—the body of someone far too young to be so bloody—limply falling to the hard ground replays in his mind. the maroon seeps into the crevices of the concrete in the alleyway and sears itself into dally’s mind like a tattoo being inked into his soul. he tosses and turns, an empty buzzing of a dead light in his room filling the emptiness and silence in his room. silence isn’t a thing for him anymore, he forgets what it sounded like.  silence fills him with pain and sorrow and it makes him feel a loneliness that only crawls through his body in the darkest of nights where even the goddess of the moon weeps behind the thick clouds that cover her.

if dally closes his eyes at night, no longer can he escape the terrors that plague his brain, that plague his heart, that plague his ability to be anything close to what one would consider “normal”. he lost that perception of himself when the cold metal of the handcuffs strangled his wrists and forced his hands behind his back for a crime he didn’t commit. the red and blue that flashed and covered the walls of the buildings as the sirens screamed in the background burned the awful day into his memory. he doesn’t even remember where the actual criminals went, just that he was suddenly considered one.

as he stares at the ceiling, days of the past flash in his mind and he rolls over before the white paint resembles the concrete of the prison cell too much. it hurts when he closes his eyes at night, so he’ll stay up for a million all-nighters until he passes out if it means he won’t see a replay of his own brother’s blood swallowing the white in the shirt he was wearing. dally quickly sits up, drinking from the bottle of water that he has to keep on the side of his bed in case he blinks and falls asleep, awaking in a cold sweat. the nightmares become more frequent now as he grows, weighing on his brain and convincing himself it’s his fault. he should have been there sooner. he bites his lip and takes his pendant in his hand, hearing a gentle “click!” echo through the small room.

when he thinks too hard, he ends up forgetting his mother’s features, which is a thought that makes his heart begin to pound. he’s already forgotten her voice, he wonders how long ago he would have forgotten her bright eyes that had nothing but love in them. his smile is all that matches with her. he glances to his brother—who’s nearly a carbon copy of his mother—and feels his heart ache for the open eyes he couldn’t protect from the coldness of the world. he feels an emptiness force itself into him, making him wonder if he truly does deserve this second chance to protect. he’s already screwed it up and a scar is on the face of the boy dally swore to himself he’d keep from harm.

dally can’t close his eyes at night, night is when his brain is alive and it tortured him. his brain keeps him second-guessing every single choice he’s made in his life, every action that may have brought him here. he grabs a cigarette from the pack on the nightstand and lights it. perhaps they’ll help speed up the process for him to go where he truly belongs, which is not a place that allows him to close his eyes at night. nothing but pain ever follows him, though never inflicted on himself, so perhaps one day when dally closes his eyes at night, they won’t open for the sun and bright blue skies that taunt him.

Broooooooooooooo…

[namakes]

Side Order of Coral

Some random information on corals that may or may not relate to the Splatoon 3 DLC (Side Order)! We don’t have any real idea what the story is going to be about, but I guess it can be food for thought. Included pictures from the trailer and corals, so it got a little long...

Under the cut it goes!

First, all corals are made up of polyps; the majority of these tiny organisms make an exoskeleton at their base made of calcium carbonate. They’re actually related to jellyfish and anemones! Most corals are a colonial organism, meaning they are made up of hundreds to hundreds of thousands of polyps living in a group. There are two main sub-classes of coral, depending on how many tentacles each polyp has; six (Hexacorallia) or eight (Octocorallia). Hexacorallia includes the hard corals, while Octocorallia includes the soft. Most corals can photosynthesize, but they also eat plankton or small animals that get stung by the nematocysts on the polyps’ tentacles, in the same manner as jellyfish. Feeding usually happens at night when the polyps stick out of their pockets in the body of the coral.

When you think “coral”, you probably think of colorful coral reefs. Most of these types get their colors from a type of symbiotic organism called “zooxanthellae”! They live with the coral, inside the tissues of the polyps, where they’re protected and thereby able to photosynthesize. The largest part of the nutrients produced by the zooxanthellae’s photosynthesis (almost 90%) is taken in by the coral, and allows the polyps to grow and reproduce, expanding the coral reef. However, most of the corals we saw in the trailer are bleached; this can happen for a variety of reasons, such as pollution, rising water temperatures, or other stress on the coral, which causes the polyps to expel the zooxanthellae and lose their color. If they go long enough without their zooxanthellae, the coral eventually dies.

[Image of the main Octoling standing in a strange, white Inkopolis Square. The coral in the background is bleached and crumbling.]

When a coral dies, it leaves behind its skeleton. This skeleton is covered in tiny holes, showing where the polyps used to be.

[Image of a blue coral skeleton, covered in little holes the polyps used to live in. Blue coral is the only octocoral known to form a stony body.]

[Image from the SO trailer; foreground object looks like a skull, but with far too many holes. Possible coral skeleton.]

Slight side note, but as anemones also get their colors from their zooxanthellae, I thought it was interesting that Annie (in Inkopolis Plaza) also appears to be losing her color. Her hair is much paler than it was in the first game, suggesting the effects we see in Side Order may be making their way around...

[Image comparing Annie in Cooler Heads from the first game (left) to the thrid game’s DLC (right).]

Onto coral types! Stony corals, as the name would suggest, build themselves a hard skeleton. These are the types that form the coral reefs, and come in a huge variety of shapes and sizes. They tend to prefer nutrient-poor water with access to lots of sunlight, relying on their zooxanthellae for a large portion of their nutrients. The majority of stony coral polyps are Hexacorallia, meaning their polyps have six tentacles each. We saw at least one hard coral in the trailer; the brain coral! As the name suggests, they have a winding growth pattern that makes their surface look like a brain. We’ll get back to this in a moment!

[Image of a type of bleached brain coral]

[Image of the brain-like object (probably coral) from the SO trailer]

Soft corals, for the most part, do not form a rigid skeletal structure. They tend to form a tougher core with a fleshy exterior for protection, and as a result are more flexible than stony corals. The are also colonial, but don’t form reefs; however, they are still part of the reef ecosystem. Some types can also survive and thrive in the deep sea, getting their nutrients by filter feeding as they sway in the current instead of zooxanthellae. All soft coral polyps are Octocorallia, as they have eight tentacles.

This, of course, could have a potential connection to another eight-tentacled someone who happened to spend some time in the Deepsea...

Returning to our brain coral thought; corals also have their own nervous system! Their nervous system is of the most simple type, lacking a brain, and is referred to as a “nerve net”. This net connects all the polyps, allowing them to transmit impulses in any direction; it is also what allows anemones and jellyfish to swim, though slowly and largely at the mercy of the current. Further, the nerve net of cnidarians (corals, jellyfish, anemones, etc.) is thought to be the evolutionary precursor to bilaterian nervous systems; those involving a central nervous system with a brain. There are a few instances of nerve-like images, which also bear resemblance to some types of sea fan (a soft coral), and could tie into a potential “experiment”-based story line (similar to Octo Expansion).

[Image from Side Order trailer; pink lines creep down the white walls and over the black ground in a similar manner to veins or nerves.]

Finally, polyps reproduce either sexually (via spawning) or asexually, budding off clones of themselves to grow their main body/skeleton. Cloning can also happen with fragmentation, when a chunk of the coral is broken off by a storm/etc., and the colony begins to from a separate colony. As we saw clones in the trailer, this ties in nicely to our ongoing coral theme.

[Image of what appears to be clones of the main Octoling; the ones farther back are bleached.]

We don’t yet know what this DLC is going to be about, but coral, and coral imagery, features heavily in the trailer. All of it is dead.

Sources: [1], [2], [3], [4]

[ollieblogs-stuff]

(No. 3)

bitter.

"I miss you, sometimes. When it's late and I'm by myself. I shouldn't have called, but you didn't pick up, so I guess it's fine,” her small voice whispered through the phone. 

She sighed, the exhalation barely audible over the hissing white noise in the background. 

“Sometimes I wish I’d fought for you harder. A lot of times, actually. But I get it, you know? I’ve had to live with myself since the day I was born. If I could escape myself, I’d do it in a heartbeat.” 

Spencer wished Marlee had fought for them. All they’d needed was clear communication.

“I’m sorry for calling out of the blue like this. I don’t deserve your time, but I impose myself in it anyway. Classic me.” 

Reverting to self-deprecation to hide her true feelings - classic Marlee. Spencer hadn’t heard that phrase before dating Marlee, but they still used it every other day.

“Maybe I knew, subconsciously, that you wouldn’t pick up. Maybe that’s why I finally called… Spencer, I’m - I’m not great.”

Understatement of the century.

“I never imagined it would turn out like this,” she confessed with a trembling voice. “It arrives so suddenly, the bitterness inside you.” 

A pause. A loud rustling blared through the phone speakers as she assumedly readjusted her grip on the device. When she spoke again, her whisper boomed. 

“Well, actually it builds over a long time. Days that turn into weeks, months, and years, until you don’t recognise your inner self over the plague of bitterness residing inside. It builds so gradually that it feels like it happened overnight. It’s unnerving.” 

The sound of cars drifted faintly through the air in between her heavy breaths. 

“Anyway, I snapped at my kids today at work. It was unnecessarily and unfairly biting. When I looked inwards to try and figure out what the fuck stemmed that reaction, I was overwhelmed by the bitterness festering inside me. Not at them! Not at anyone other than myself, really, but it was overwhelming and terrifying.” 

“I fear I no longer exist. I’m scared that the bitterness is all that is left. All I’ll be remembered for. All my stupid existence has equated to. I haven’t felt alive in a long time, but I lived in blissful ignorance until today. No matter how hard I try, I can’t ‘un-know’ the rotten core that resides inside me.” 

“Existing shouldn’t be this difficult, Spencer. And the thing is, objectively, I realise I’ve lived a very privileged life. This fact just makes me feel even more guilty for failing so miserably at life and complaining about it… I’m a waste of oxygen. Of carbon. Of time.” 

It was now that tears fell from Spencer. No matter how many times they listened to the voicemail. Their broken voice whispered along with Marlee’s rising hysteria.

“Sometimes I find myself wishing I don’t wake up in the morning. That my life energy is returned to the universe to someone or something who will actually make something of themselves. Maybe that’s why I called you, knowing you wouldn’t pick up. I can say I tried. I can say my attempt to reach out failed. I’m sorry to leave this burden on you. I love you, you know? Loved, I guess. Alas, the bitterness has overtaken me. I’d be lying if I said I would have regretted leaving in such a selfish way - hurt memories lingering. At least I’ll be remembered.” 

The message cut off there. 

Spencer had let the missed call notification sit unopened at the top of their notification bar for a week until they were alerted of Marlee’s death. They’d scrambled frantically to listen to the message then, hyperventilating breaths increasing rapidly. They’d listened to Marlee’s voice on repeat that first night. 

And the next. 

Mid-grief google searches led to Spencer saving the voice mail, much to the disapproval of others in their life. They’d listened to the message until they could mouth along with the words. They’d even played it in therapy. That had taken a long time to unpack. 

Six years later, Spencer regularly forgot about Marlee’s final message until an innocent song or phrase triggered the painful return of memories. In these moments of weakness, they listened to the message again, at least once. Mouthing along with the words silently as they stared at their wall. 

They tried desperately to ignore the rising feeling bubbling under the surface, demanding their attention. Under the depersonalisation, the procrastination, the anxiety, the depression, the trauma, lurked a vile and vicious bitterness.

~ O.M.A

Random Prompts 18

"I love you." "I know you do. I love you too. But we both know this isn't working."

"I can't stay." "I know." "I'll call you." "I know."

"I miss you, sometimes. When it's late and I'm by myself. I shouldn't have called, but you didn't pick up, so I guess it's fine."

"Did I do the right thing?" "I don't know." "I feel so lost without them, but it wasn't working, and..." "It's okay to cry, if you need to."

"It's been two years and you haven't dated anyone since?" "That's none of your fucking business."

"They're married." "What?" "They got married."

"I... Hey." "Hi."

"I hate them, I hate them so fucking much, I wish I never met them!" "You know you don't mean that." "I wish I did!"

"I'm sick of crying. I'm sick of missing them."

"I loved them, dad/mom. I loved them so much and it wasn't enough."

[vedantsart]

The Art of Duality: A Spiritual Painting with Mahakal’s Essence

Creating art is more than just putting paint on canvas—it's about capturing emotions, beliefs, and the very essence of life. In this blog, I’ll walk you through the story behind the creation of a spiritually-inspired painting, exploring the materials, methods, and meanings that brought it to life.

The Vision

This painting draws inspiration from the divine duality embodied by Mahakal (Lord Shiva), where serenity and intensity coexist. The Hindi text provided served as the spiritual backbone, guiding the composition with its profound exploration of life, death, time, and cosmic energy. My goal was to portray these themes through abstract techniques like knife painting and spray painting while retaining a sense of balance and peace.

Materials Used

Creating a piece like this requires specific tools and materials to ensure the desired textures and effects:

Canvas: A stretched cotton canvas, size 24"x24", primed for acrylic painting.

Acrylic Paints: Chosen for their vibrant colors and versatility.

Primary Colors: Ultramarine Blue, Titanium White, Carbon Black.

Accents: Metallic Gold, Vermilion Red, and Deep Purple.

Palette Knives: To create bold, textured strokes.

Spray Paints: Used for soft gradients and to add an ethereal touch.

Calligraphy Tools: Fine brushes and metallic ink for the Sanskrit text elements.

Water Spray Bottle: For blending and creating fluid textures.

Masking Tape: To protect areas and ensure clean edges.

The Process

Preparing the Canvas: I primed the canvas with a neutral base of gray and let it dry completely. This gave the painting a balanced background tone, perfect for layering contrasting elements.

Outlining the Composition: Using light chalk lines, I sketched the central figure of the meditating model, ensuring the pose exuded both calmness and spiritual energy.

Building the Background:

Knife Painting: The vibrant swirls in the background were achieved with palette knives. Layering acrylic paints in bold strokes gave the painting a textured, almost three-dimensional feel.

Spray Painting: I used spray paints to create a soft, misty effect, blending the duality of light and dark tones. This technique gave the background its celestial quality, representing the infinite cosmos.

Highlighting Divine Elements: I painted significant symbols:

The Crescent Moon: A small yet striking element on the meditating figure’s forehead, symbolizing calmness amidst chaos.

Trident and Ganga: Flowing water cascading down from the head into swirls of energy, representing purification and life’s continuity.

Incorporating Calligraphy: Sanskrit-inspired calligraphy flowed around the figure, reflecting the essence of the text provided. I used metallic gold ink for its spiritual and divine significance.

Final Details: The last steps involved adding subtle highlights and shadows to the meditating figure, ensuring harmony with the vibrant background. The edges were cleaned, and the entire canvas was sealed with a matte varnish to preserve the textures and colors.

The Message Behind the Painting

This artwork is more than just a visual representation; it’s a meditation on the infinite nature of life and time. Through Shiva’s essence—Mahakal—it reminds us of the delicate balance between creation and destruction, serenity and intensity.

The knife strokes represent the sharp challenges in life, while the spray-painted gradients symbolize moments of clarity and calm. Every element works together to celebrate the cosmic energy that flows through all living beings.

Conclusion

Creating this painting was both a spiritual journey and an artistic challenge. By combining traditional and modern techniques, I aimed to craft an image that speaks to the heart and soul. This piece is a testament to how art can capture profound spiritual themes while inviting the viewer to find their own connection to the divine.

Have you ever created or encountered a piece of art that made you pause and reflect on life’s deeper meanings? Share your thoughts below—I’d love to hear about your experiences!

[wallpapers4screen]

[rainyturtlecolletor]

Panda and Rabbot Love.

Master Yo wants some love from his long-lost wife who also wants some too.

Nighttime approached the dojo no later than 9:30ish on the bamboo clock, hanging on the front door as the old black and white bear enjoyed his relaxful time on his old, dark recliner as any panda would.

¨Ahhh! this is nice.¨ Yo said, breathing in slowly as his lungs expanded with fresh cool oxygen and out warm carbon dioxide through his nose and then gradually moved his arms behind his head. He was living the dream life temporarily as his rabbit students/children were upstairs in their room from their exhausting and overwhelming training course he invested in this past week and he couldn´t be any happier with it. Usually he hated spending the dojo funding on new training equipment that would cost over a fortune but ever since his wife is pretty much the breadwinner of the house, her well known establishment has been paying it off.

A moment later as he listened to the ticking sound of the clock in the background when the sound of the front door unlocking and keys lightly clashing against it made him realize who was coming in. He grinned and pretended to head back to sleep as the familiar person slid the doors open then closed it before stepping on the smooth wooden flooring and headed to the kitchen to put the bags of groceries in their arms away.

¨Ahh! It is wonderful to be at home after an exhausting day at the clinic.¨Mia confessed, turning on the dime lights before setting down the bags on the counter and hovering her paw over her mouth as she yawned. Her day was every other day as head family physician of the clinic she has owned ever since she was nineteen and enjoyed working there, five times a week from nine to five depending if clients needed immediate medical attention.

As she set a few cans of food in the cabinet, Yo jumped out his comfy chair and tiptoe quietly like a mouse to the kitchen where the blue rabbit was present and pressed his back to the wall and chuckled softly as he averted his head inside the kitchen to her back was turned, leaving her vulnerable to his mischievous tensions that he wanted to do all day. He walk in stealthy as he used to shadows of the room to camouflage himself as he inched closer to his prey and tried to make minimal sounds from the floor as it will make a squeaking noise as he would come in to reward himself a soft buttery pretzel but this time it wasn't a pretzel he was after oh no..it's something any male would do for some mutual love from a woman. He finally came to a stop, just a inched from her back and slowly move his arms toward her with an aroused grin, wanting to feel her thick hips pressed against him but unfortunately his fancy were in vain as she quickly turn herself around before he manage to touch her and sticked her long furry finger up his lips and said in her calming japanese accent.

¨And just what are you up to mister?¨

¨Oh nothing, just wanted to help you put the groceries away." He gave her a reassuring grin as she giggled and put her paws on his shoulder to pull his head down to meet her warm moist lips for a passionate kiss . The two were intimate for a minute until Mia released her mouth and lowered her head on his broad chest while moving her arm down to his sides, humming dreamily at the warm fluff of her living stress reliever. Yo chuckled and moved his strong arms around her waist to bring her close and gently rocked her in place.

¨Stressful day huh?¨ Yo said as she hummed in agreement.

¨You bet, I had over fifty patients files to write during my lunch break and most of them were children with minor fractures on the fibula and femur.¨

¨Oh..sounds very tiring indeed so that means you´re off tomorrow?¨ Yo asked, with a devious idea proposing in his mind.

"Unless you're planning an private arrangement to see me..for a physical examination." the blue rabbit cooed in a flirty playful manner as her husband shrugged his shoulders innocently as she intentionally read his mind.

¨I mean if you're done for it? I do have a serious case of the wife not giving me attention syndrome.” Mia snicker at his smart comment. Knowing him he can be very slick when it comes to their sensual intimacy as they start dating years ago. But that is one of the many reasons why she loves him.

"Tell you what, if you put the groceries up like you said while I catered myself for a nice hot shower then we'll have our little fun time. Sounds good?" She grinned, tenderly stocking the loose ends of his beard and leaving tiny pecks on his chest which of course excited the panda profoundly as his whole body felt stiff as a sturdy pole. Even though his wife got her way through him with her feminine mentalities he could manage his manly dominance and deeping his voice purposely to show he wasn’t .

“Sure of course. I do like my rabbit meat to smell like strawberry mixed with lavender and tender as she would be when I devour her tonight.” Mia chuckled lightly and kissed his cheek before walking the other way to the staircase leaving the panda all to himself. As he heard her footsteps reach the top floor he was done putting everything away with a little help from his woo foo magic and change his direction to the jar of mints on the dining room table and snuck a few then apply mouth as he read the big book of “How not to get your partner pregnant if no protection is available.”on his recliner.

“I wonder what she will be wearing hehe everything that woman puts on is hot no matter what.”The elder panda daydreamed of the beautiful rabbit in any attire that would reveal some of her long sightly slender legs and large breast and some don’t as he know Mia would wear her clothing that will not bag or reveal soo much of her body like her modern day long sleeved red and purple tunic that only come up over her knees but the skirt is very air dynamic,overall he can’t wait to feast his eyes on her and enjoy this wonderful night alone without their children interrupting.

A few minutes later and hot steamed could be seen escaping the bathroom as the rabbit carefully stepped out of the shower and grabbed her towel to cover her wet dripping body and headed to her and Yo’s bedroom across the hallway. Once she came inside the room the first thing she did was remove the towel on her head and the loose long black hair of hers fell down in front of her face. She chuckled and grabbed the loose ends then gently stocking the remainder of water out of her hair before moving her paw to her dresser compartment for a comb and began to take her time grooming her smooth lockets into something presentable before bed. She didn’t care about how fancy her hair should be but as only it was neat and organized so she decided to settle with a simple ponytail with a red hair scrunchie and held it all together.

“Mhmm perfect! Now what shall I wear for this special occasion so my cuddly panda can’t keep his paws off of me?” She pondered with her finger on her chin humming inquiry while scanning her closest. Everything doesn’t quite fit the rabbit taste as she's been wearing them all, making it all too predictable and repetitive even if they are very comfortable and smell like her natural scent of vanilla.

“Great, well that means I need to go out shopping with Yin tomorrow but this will do for now.” She almost grabbed a green polyester night dress with a short thin hemline but then remembered that package on their bed that could be hers. She closed her closet door, walked over to the right side of the bed where the package was located and glanced down at the median brown cardboard box and to her surprise it was hers then used a pair of shears to open it. She pushed out some pink packaging peanuts before taking out a cotton made robe she’d ordered last week on a website on her computer because they were a good sale and she wanted something that she and Yin could be in as a mother and daughter thing.

“Beautiful!” The blue rabbit exclaimed, happily glancing around the robe she pursued for a moment before slipping her arms through the short sleeve robe until it was all the way warped around her whole body except her long slender blue calves and tied the robe’s belt around her waist not too tightly so leaving up to Yo if he want to explored more of her body.

“Yep, he definitely will not hehe.” Mia thought, grinning proudly at the red and black color fabrics as she looked at her reflection in the mirror in a very provocative pose. A paw on her hip as it lean to the right and the other lay to the side, perfect perfoam she would use on occasion but that wouldn't be great either for her beloved husband to drool over for especially if she trying to make thing little more fun for the both of them like any couple who wanted to do the devil tango.

For a minute she practiced on different poses in her mirror that came to her mind but none seem appealing so she resorts to Master Yo’s old playboy magazine in his nightstand on the left side. Mia knows that he probably doesn't want her looking at his little magazine because it is his private property but it is ironic when she remembers him almost reading her diary when they were teenagers because he thought she had a crush on him. She giggled, she still couldn't be mad at him for even trying as the book was magic and shocked his paws every time he touched it. She open the drawer and grabbed the paper book that had a very smutty panda woman on cover and skimmed through the pages intentionally until her turquoise eyes landed on a blue rabbit that look just like her strangely but only wearing a red thong and a leather in her paws with the cation “Someone been a naughty boy hehe ..well maybe this will set you straight.”

“Oh so Yo is a masochist eh?” Mia smirked at the thought of it. “Nah, he probably isn't, but that just gave me an idea, thank you book.” Mia kissed the magazine before placing it back to its original spot before summoning a few important items she needed with her woo foo magic and cracked her knuckles before beginning her work in the next few minutes.

Later the elder panda decided to meet his wife upstairs as he couldn’t wait any longer and finished reading the book in less than four minutes.

“Ok Yo you’d got this, breath smells good and minty, body is built like a tank and am packing let go!.”He thought and knocked softly and heard her sexy calming voice through the wooden door saying “Come in.” He grinned widely and without second thought he opened it and walked in. Once he came into the room he noticed the lights were turned off and the door quickly shut as he heard her giggling a meter in front.

“Oh I see what you’re doing, very sneaky honey bunny.”Yo said amusedly, crossing his arms against his muscular chest. Little did he know this was only the beginning to her little surprise until a candle lit a blue fire over the dresser, presenting two large bottles of apple cider and wine goblets.

“You might as well have a drink or two before we begin, handsome.”

“Nah, I'm good, I just want you and you only.” Yo said smoothly, he heard the sound of her moving off the bed hence the squeaking noise of the spring in their memory foam mattress and slowly approached him while inching her way through the darkness of the room. When she finally came into the dining light of the candle, Yo smirked after taking a good look at the by far sexist robe he has ever seen her in.

“Is that new?”

“Yes it’s soft, comfy and cuddly like someone I know and he probably will agree with me too.” Mia said in a cutie voice while wrapping her arms around his neck then gave a quick peck on his lips. “I just want to make everything entertaining for us, that's all.”

“Well mission accomplished, you’ve set me on board this crazy love train but I am a very gentle panda and respect everything we do in this bed, so no need to fear me.” Mia rolled her eyes and gently pulled his neck over to pitch darkness of the room while the panda chuckled when she pushed him on the center of the bed. Everything was hard to see since his cheeky wife decided everything was looming and mysterious, which was one of his favorite things he loved about her, keeping it unpredictable.

“Whatcha doing?” He said enthusiastically, feeling her strong but gentle arms around his massive hips slowly pulling him down until his legs got off the bed. Next thing he noticed was her giggling but not that type of amusement, even though he couldn't see her put on that little smirk she put on when she was about to do something mischievous.

He felt a shiver down his spine when something very moist and warm was gasping his bamboo stick with little room surrounding it. Yo knew exactly what she was doing to him from the gigging and wonderful sensation as her soft tongue rubbed against the tip of his erection, luckily he wasn’t on the verge of climaxing since this was only the starter of a three way course.

He groans, minutes later as she comes to a very sensitive area of his fleshy appendage that could make him release his sweet creamy seed but it will take several minutes to get back as a panda, so a second more his concerns quickly vanish as her lips pulled back slowly, leaving a trail of dripping saliva on the floor and then wipe her mouth as if she read his mind.

“How was that Yo?” She asked but he only responded with an amusing “Uh-hha” and fell on his backside on the soft mattress as another candle lit on one of their nightstand which was brighter that obliterated the darkness. She grinned as her work was successful and a warm feeling that was original in her stomach but now all over her pelvic region when she made eye contact to his eight incher.

She took the avenge of him collecting himself before sitting down on his lap slowly as it entered her warm intense wetness of her womanhood and moaning in satisfaction. She then leaned forward over the panda head and locked lips with him in a slow steady pace passionate make out session. Yo’s heart beat faster as Mia began to thrust him into the comfy bedding as she was dominating him this go round which he was fine by it as most men hated their wives for leading in this type of intimacy but man she was so damn good at it well not as better as him on the contrary. He moved his muscular around her wide hips pulled her further down his length while also squeezing her plumpy buttocks as it tenison up from the unexpected touch. Yo merely chuckled and whispered in her long ear

“You like that..don’t you baby.” Mia blushed, knowing he touched her weak spot which made her arms trimmed as it helped her stay steady on top of him but his tight grip made her accidentally fall on his chest.

“You jerk.” She said in annoyance as the panda chuckled and flipped her over to her backside as he was on top now.

“What? You can’t be mad at me for doing that?” The blue rabbit didn’t want to hear it and scoffed then crossed her arms as she looked the other way.

“Women, so petty aren't they” Yo pondered to himself as lowered his nose to her exposed neck and began to tenderly pepper it with tiny kisses which made her giggle a little from his small jester but not enough to forgive him.

“Come on babe I didn’t mean it, you know how much I lead at the last minute.”

“And what type of excuse is that mister? You men always have to lead when it comes to love making.” She is not wrong about that, Yo knows but at the same time women are more likely to want to cuddle afterward anyway,ironically she is prone to be the little spoon.

“And you women would like to cuddle afterwards so what is your point?” He said as she instantly went silent from his smart comeback and sighs in defeat while staring at him with a cute grumpy face.

“Aww you know you look adorable when you’re mad Mia.” Yo cooed as she mumbled but then paused when her mouth met his for a tasty kiss. He pushed back a moment as she was still linkering from it.

“Now can we finish this so we cuddle for the rest of the night?”

“Fine but you still own me by cooking breakfast for the kids and I tomorrow.” She said as her husband nodded in response as they both continued their make out session. It had been over ten minutes or so when the panda knew it was time to release his seed as he was gradually pushing in the sweaty rabbit pipes against the pillows as she moaned again from her tenth orgasm leaking from her feminine folds as she liked it. Mia also felt it as it pulsated inside of her that strangely felt good and wrapped her legs around his side to help me finish as she could tell he was about to collapse from exhaustion. More sweat went down the panda head as he went for the last and impacted one yet as his penis couldn't take it much longer aaaand…

“Ohh!..yes!.” Was the only thing he heard from the rabbit mouth as she slid off of it when she felt his seed filling her up uterus as the panda quickly moved from her so he wouldn't fall on her and lay beside, panting heavily while woo hooing himself.

“Yo..” Mia choked through her panting while staring lovingly at him. “That was wonderful, I miss us doing this you know?” Yo answered her with a smile and scooted closer to her while snaking his arm around to hold her close.

“You bet life without you was hard especially for the children and sometimes I blame myself for it.”

“Sweetie, it is not your fault for why that happened. We both got our memories erased by Ti and Chad which made us forget the birth of our beautiful children and ..our happy marriage but we can’t change the past and move on for a better future.” Mia said, snuggling her head on his chest, while remembering these harsh years without her beloved family that she created along with her hunky husband and wished she could have been there for the twins as they were babies.

“I know but I’ve been kind of an ass father to them by making them cleaning maids, making fun of Yang’s romantic poetry and accidentally broke Yin’s triple horn horse toy and made her pay for it.”

“Yeah and I don’t disagree with you, even if you didn’t know they were your offsprings that doesn’t mean you would treat them poorly, heck when I saw them I instantly had a feeling I knew them from somewhere but I didn’t know when,” When she said that he nervously chuckled and scratched the back of his head.

“But even though you were hard and unspeakably harsh toward them you still took them in and showed them what a true father should be toward his kids. Do you know how I know that?”

“How?” Mia layed her paw on the center of his chest while feeling the slow steady pace of his heartbeat against her palm then looked up to him with a wholesome smile on her face.

“Because you have a good heart underneath that tough exterior and I believe Yin and Yang could say the same thing. They love you just as much as I love you too.” Yo couldn’t help but smile at her sweet comment since it was true, he did have a soft spot for the little twerps and even though doesn’t admit all the time he loves them equally and is proud to be their master and father.

“Yeah I guess you’re right but wanna watch a movie until we fall asleep babe?”

“Sure after I use the bathroom and I get to pick the movie this time.” She declared as Yo shocked his head unsurprise what she will be the one choosing tonight. She kissed his cheek before sliding off the bed and putting on her robe then headed down the hallway as Yo decided to clean the bed up a bit like fixing their king size bed covers and re fluffing the pillows as they deflate from their messy sexytime.

After that he summed a large bowl of caramel popcorn for them to share and poured the frizzling apple cider into goblets and tugged himself in on his side of the bed, waiting for the blue rabbit to return from the ladies room.

Ten minutes in the night when he was busy biting his fingernails for the sake of boredom and heard her soft footsteps walking in the room as Yo untugged the blank on her side to allow in her the warmth. She released a dreamy sigh as snuggled up to his side and tenderly played with the loose ends of fur on his chest as he chuckled.

“You must really like my fur honey bunny.”

“Can’t you blame me? Panda fur is just so darn soft and cuddly like I can’t help it but to snuggle it. It's just me working a ten hour shift every day can be very stressful so I always long for the feeling of it as it brings me comfort and love from the person who claims it”

She said, pausing what she was doing then used her woo foo energy beam to gather a whole handful of popcorn to her mouth.

"Oh well I really can't, you're the only woman that doesn't be disgusted by me and shit.” Yo confused, remembering the times where he tried to flirt with women that came across him and always threw water into his face and told him he ugly,a pervert and a child molester. Even though he tried to ignore the verbal abuse it still hurt like hell.

“Oh, don’t listen to those types of women, they usually have a harder time finding love anyway. And beside there is one woman who thinks you’re very attractive from your strong muscular and cuddly physique," Mia said smoothly, stocking his chin tenderly as an aroused grin formed on the panda face when he felt a shiver down his spine.

“He's incredibly sweet when he wants to be, and has a smart and charismatic personality."

"Oh so who is this so-called woman who likes all my competition personality and physical characteristics?" Yo asked in a sarcastic manner to which he earned a gently nudged in the shoulder from his wife.

"Me ya slow poke!,who else would rush you to marriage on our first anniversary as a couple."

"You mean you did , you literally proposed to me after class at the saloon we eat at after school with a hundred thousand kachins ring made with diamonds,haha of course I didn’t forget about that,” Mia blushed and nervously chuckled at that embarrassing day she was supposed to be engaged with him as any foolish teenage girl dream but luckily it happened again years later with Yo the one proposing.

“But after that crazy day I knew you would be the one for me since then, now and forever because we are woo foo and woo foo stick together…”

“No matter what.” Mia continued his sentence , like she heard this phase more than a hundred times before. “You really are very cheesy when it comes to loving moments like this aren’t ya pandy?”

“Well I am very cheesy coming from a great woo foo master of wisdom, but I do like a little cheddar on my pretzels occasionally.” Yo said, taking a bite of the giant size pretzel he summoned from the kitchen a few seconds ago, making his wife giggle as they both turn their attention to the brand new flat screen tv on the wall that plays Mia's favorite romantic comedies “Life, Love and Baby,”on blu ray.

The movie was okay for the elder panda to enjoy with his wife with its hour long screen time and questionable character designs like Asrid, a grumpy old black man who is a slightly overweight man that wore black and white spandex and also likes to broad on his recliner about how life is miserable.

“Man this dude reminds me of ..me.. Strangely?” Yo ponders without realizing Mia heard everything from him talking to himself and shifts her giggling with a paw to her mouth, as she finds the habit of his really entertaining to know what her partner is thinking, all thanks to her long rabbit ears. To be clearly honest she does like Astrid compared to everyone,aside from his grumpy side he can be very kind and wiseful, traits that the blue rabbit loves in a man like Yo,which is probably why she enjoys his character. Thirty minutes in the movie the elder panda begins to yawn and wipes his watery ears for his body is ready for a nice eight hour slumber but for some reason his brain told him otherwise from Mia complaining he always would eventually fall asleep on her when they are watching a movie together after sex, since men like him does.

“Babe, how long are we going to watch this movie for?” He whispered, gently tapping her head for a response but none spoke.

“Babe!..babe ... oh for the love of foo and she had the nerve to talk about me.” Yo realized the blue rabbit woman had fallen deeply asleep before he could ever, from her low soft snoring and muttering something endearing in her dreams.

“Good night Mia.” He whispered in her ears after carefully grabbing the remote from her grip to turn off the tv and set it down on his nightstand before drifting off to sleep while caressing his lover closer.

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[brandonwayneb]

Since the level of insecurity in united states,

people are told “stay set”

and “continue playing ur part”

and “party mixed management”

is handled with detrimental nicknames including Food codes

such as Dexter Red Tomato

meaning “Blood Dick HairCut”

as innocent citizens are sized up,

targeted and forced into brutality situations, of confused mixed management and government forces who speak FLUENTLY the codes in “blood astrology”

knowingly trafficking victims based on “energy levels”

and “blood languages”

that include the mutilation and traffic of historical levels of misinformation campaigns

human death lawsuits

in america,

easy access

Mckinney Texas

Dallas Texas

Seattle Washington

Tacoma Washington

“Aromatherapy”

“Gas Light”

“Gas Chambers”

“Greek PC Geek”

“Cherry Keys”

CAM.

chimera, campaign, macaroni, bar, and grill

Mckinney Texas

DEXTER & LEXASS

“Toy Oak”

“Toyota & Lexus”

Car Tributes

Ribbon Carbon Emissions

“KITE KEY”

“BLOOD PIE OAK MAT TEA”

MATEL,

BARBIE & KEN

FACTORY

“KENDRA SUN DRAGON”

“CREW PSY FIX SURGICAL PROCEDURES”

world class death lawsuits

open practice “CYBORG”

and “BOARD ROOM”

PIG STYE

AMERICA GOTHIC PLAY MAPS

ZAPPA FRAPAY

POLICE AND POLTERGEIST

RED TOMATO PAY RAY

BLUE TOMATO POOR RIOTS

“KEPT QUITE” murder Valerie

BRIANNA

BRIDGE

“Garden Ridge”

“Salad Garden”

Christmas Shoppers

CHILD MARKET

“Campaign”

“MACKEREL”

“COREY”

“BRIANNA”

BRIDGET LONDON

FRUIT TAPE

PAY RAY

Death law suits,

free human resource market,

mass abuse brutality clubs,

double language, mixed office management,

harassed and undermined workers,

perpetuating prejudice crimes agaisnt humanity,

codes in practice,

that have several background MALICIOUSLY driven motives,

sizing and “cutting” or mutilation of citizens “brain stems”

on “duck duck goose mallard”

human traffickers codes,

where common citizens arent fully aware of the modern day human trafficking designs

MASS REFORM,

“aromatherapy”

“GREEK TOMATOES”

Geek Codes..

Geek Squad shortcut to “Tomato Reel”

Look at Israeli & palestine

protect valentine,

“NEW CUP BIDS”

“NEW CUPIDS”

“NEW CUT KIDS”

Human trafficking

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Dallas Texas

Tacoma Washington

Seattle Washington

SEE CAT TILES

SKITTLES & STRAWBERRIES

SUNDAY SHORT CODES,

“CAM PIZZA MARKET”

“LAB DEXTER”

Toyota Lexus

TOYS R US,

JEFFERY STAR

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Good Luck,

Mckinney Texas

Tacoma Washington

and several locations world wide,

however freely and close to unregulated, “white supremacy”

brutality codes

not properly educated on the masses