#halo eu

[short-wooloo]

Ok so, clearly I have a thing for 7 ft Cyborg Supersoldier Sniper Women, because every time there's a Spartan team with one they end up being my favorite character of the group

August-099

Linda-058

Kai-125

[nekoprankster218]

okay so was anyone gonna tell me that Halo released a short story about a Sangheili telling a little girl the story of Fal 'Chavamee while protecting her only to be like "actually this ending is depressing how about you make one up with your toys"

or was I supposed to just find a random comment, wonder wtf they were talking about and thought they meant Oasis from Halo: Fractures, google "halo story shard", and find out there's a whole part of canon that I've just completely never heard about???

[b00mrang]

Gonna signal boost this, sharing is appreciated. #StopKillingGames If you are an EU citizen PLEASE sign this! tps://eci.ec.europa.eu/045/public/#/screen/home

We're halfway there with one more month left. Send this to everyone you know.

[halo-exe]

~pula, pizda, coa-ie-le~

~au început răz-boa-ie-le~

~pula scoate un pis-tol~

~stai, pizdă! că te o-mor!~ <3

(să-mi interzică cineva aplicația asta să mor io)

[felassan]

Post on the Dragon Age website:

"Journal #2 The Voices of the Veilguard Get acquainted with some of the voice actors and join us for our upcoming character panel at SDCC! --- Hey everyone, We're packing our bags and heading down to SDCC this week and alongside that comes more Dragon Age: The Veilguard reveals! Today, we're excited to reveal some of the voice actors who bring our characters to life - a few of whom will be joining us for our character-focused panel at the convention. ICYMI, our SDCC panel "Dragon Age - Meet The Heroic Companions of Thedas” will feature Creative Director John Epler and Creative Performance Director Ashley Barlow as they discuss bringing the cast of Dragon Age: The Veilguard to life. Moderated by Lucy James, host and video producer at GameSpot, panel attendees will hear from Neve, Emmrich, Harding, and Lucanis’ voice actors as they discuss their motivations and inspirations that have lit up the personalities and uniqueness of each companion. The panel will be held on Friday, July 26 from 3:15PM - 4:15PM in Room 6BCF.  If the panel isn't enough to satisfy your Dragon Age cravings and you'll be at SDCC in person, join us at the Dark Horse Comics booth (#2615) where we will have swag to give away as well as talent & developer signings. Keep an eye on our social channels for more information on this. Discord members who drop by the booth and show us that they're a part of the server will receive a Romancer pin while supplies last. For those of you who will be keeping an eye on SDCC coverage from home, we'll have the full panel video available at a later date. Stay tuned. With that said, let’s get into our cast."

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"Four Rooks are Better than One Featuring the most comprehensive character creator in Dragon Age yet, your character, nicknamed Rook, debuts with four different voice overs to make this story truly your own. Rook is Dragon Age: The Veilguard’s leader in the making who has to bring the Veilguard together to take down the threats on Thedas. Immerse yourself even further by picking your voice, with two options from US/North American personalities and two from the United Kingdom/EU.  Rook’s voices have been provided by iconic television, film and video game personalities Alex Jordan (Cyberpunk 2077, The Amazing World of Gumball), Bryony Corrigan (Baldur’s Gate 3, Good Omens), Erika Ishii (Apex Legends, Destiny 2), and Jeff Berg (Battlefield 1, NCIS). What even is Dragon Age: The Veilguard without the Veilguard? These 7 companions stand ready to join the fight to restore order to Thedas. We're happy to announce that our cast of companions includes: - Ali Hillis (Mass Effect 3, Naruto), returns to the fray as Harding, the dwarven scout, a Dragon Age: Inquisition hero with a big heart, a positive outlook, and a ready bow – as well as unexpected magical powers. - Ike Amadi (Mass Effect 3, Halo 5: Guardians, Insomniac's Spider-Man) as Davrin, a bold and charming Grey Warden who has made a name for himself as a monster hunter. - Jee Young Han (Perry Mason, Unprisoned) as Bellara, a creative and romantic Veil Jumper obsessed with uncovering ancient secrets. - Jessica Clark (True Blood, Pocket Listing) as Neve, a cynic fighting for a better future, both as a private detective and a member of Tevinter's rebellious Shadow Dragons.  - Jin Maley (Star Trek: Picard, Silicon Valley) as Taash, a dragon hunter allied with the Lords of Fortune who lives for adventure and doesn't mind taking risks.  - Nick Boraine (Call of Duty: Modern Warfare, Black Sails) as Emmrich, a necromancer of Nevarra's Mourn Watch who comes complete with a skeletal assistant, Manfred, voiced by Matthew Mercer (Critical Role, Fallout 4). - Zach Mendez (Horizon Forbidden West, Married Alive) as Lucanis, a poised & pragmatic assassin who descends from the bloodline of the House of Crows, a criminal organization renowned throughout Thedas.  Last but not least, we’re excited to let you know Gareth David-Lloyd is returning as Solas, and Brian Bloom as Varric. We have so many more people to introduce you to, including some returning characters, but we’re not quite ready to reveal all those yet, because of you know - story spoilers.  While that’s all we have for now, we’re eager to meet those of you attending SDCC and to continue our summer filled with reveals from Dragon Age: The Veilguard. Talk soon. — The Dragon Age Team"

[source] [Twitter post]

[thornowl]

Halo Pack (4 accessories, T-EU)

Unfortunately, they have nothing to do with the hit FPS game by Bungie.

Unisex, teen-elder (might convert for toddlers and children if there's demand for it).

All 4 accessories include proper handmade (not decimated) LODs (halo4 LOD3 is 272 tris, for example).

Original meshes. 32px textures. Technically CASTable, but they weren't meant to be, so patterns appear tiny.

The glowing effect is thanks to basic Sims 3 bloom. If you have disabled it, the accessory will appear as a silhouette.

Custom CAS thumbnails.

Download (SFS):

Install only one version!

Dental category — get this one if you're unsure.

Left garter category — alternative version for sims who are already using a dental accessory. Camera zooms in to a sim's thighs when CASTing the accessory.

[tosomeonessomeone]

Chamego or 포근함?

Brazil series.

words・ 4.2k /pairings・ Jisung x reader / genres・fluff / warnings・ mdi, smut

포근함 (pogeunham) — Describes a cozy, warm feeling of comfort, often linked to physical closeness (e.g., hugging, cuddling).

Chamego — (primarily used in Brazil) that describes a warm, affectionate, and intimate form of physical or emotional closeness. It conveys a sense of cozy tenderness, often linked to actions like cuddling, snuggling, or sweet whispered exchanges. However, it’s more nuanced than just "cuddling"—it carries a romantic, playful, or deeply comforting vibe depending on the context.

The sun hung heavy over the secluded Brazilian coastline, its molten light gilding the waves that kissed the sugar-white sand. Salt-kissed air tangled with the smoky perfume of charcoal, wrapping around the beach house where laughter spilled like music. Stray Kids’ voices ricocheted off the infinity pool—Hyunjin cannonballing, Felix’s sunshine giggles harmonizing with Changbin’s bassy groan as he lost another volleyball rally. But you stood rooted at the heart of it all: the open-air kitchen, where skewers of *picanha* glistened like rubies over flames, and secrets simmered alongside the *feijoada*.  

“Sunday *churrasco* isn’t just food—it’s *alma*,” you said, soul slipping into the word as you threaded garlic-rubbed beef onto skewers. Soo-jin, Minho’s sharp-tongued girlfriend, smirked while dicing mangoes for *vinagrete*. “Alma, huh? Explains why you’re sweating like this is a holy ritual.” Minho, ever the provocateur, flicked a sausage on the grill with a chef’s flourish. “Hyunjin’s been eyeing the meat like it’s his ex’s Instagram. When do we eat?”  

The trio fell into sync—knives chopping, flames crackling, banter sharpening. Soo-jin nodded toward the pool, where Felix and Changbin clinked glasses of *caipirinha*, lime wedges clinging to the rims. “Ten-to-one odds Felix faceplants in the pool by sunset.” Minho’s gaze slid to you, sly as a cat. “But you’re the main event. Still pretending you *don’t* short-circuit when Jisung exists?” The tongs slipped in your grip. “I don’t—” “Liar,” he sing-songed. “You turned red when he called you ‘master of the grill.’” Soo-jin snorted. “And him? When you explained *farofa*? Bro was writing ballads in his head.”  

As if conjured by the tease, Jisung materialized beside the grill, sleeves shoved above his elbows, hair wind-wrecked and eyes bright as the horizon. “Need a hero?” His voice was honey and mischief, and your pulse stuttered. Minho thrust a bowl of onions into his chest. “You’re on peasant duty. Cry us a river.” Jisung mock-saluted, shoulder nudging yours as he settled beside you. The rhythm didn’t falter—your hands seasoning meat, his fingers peeling onions with comedic precision. “Seungmin tried surfing earlier,” he said, grin crooked. “Looked like a wet cat fighting a dishwasher.” You choked on a laugh, and his knee bumped yours beneath the table. *Lingered*.  

The ocean breeze carried Jeongin’s voice demanding more *brigadeiros*, Hyunjin’s splash-battle yelps, and the sizzle of fat hitting flames. But here, in the kitchen’s humid halo, time bent. Jisung’s jokes softened, his glances lingering on your profile like he was memorizing the slope of your laughter. When your fingers brushed passing a skewer, the world narrowed to the salt on his collarbone, the fleck of chili powder on his thumb, and the unspoken thing glowing brighter than the embers beneath the grill.  

Platters of *picanha*, glistening with garlic butter, sat beside bowls of *farofa* and jewel-like *vinagrete*. Chan, ever the doting leader, leaned back in his chair, his Australian girlfriend laughing as Felix’s boyfriend mimicked a kookaburra call. “Feels like home,” Felix sighed, fanning himself. “Just swap the eucalyptus for palm trees.”  

Minho and Soo-jin bickered over charred sausage links, their banter sharp but fond, while Changbin’s girlfriend—a makeup artist with a lethal eyeliner wing—snapped photos of Hyunjin posing dramatically with a skewer. “Single *and* starving,” Hyunjin lamented, flopping next to Jeongin, who was already halfway through his third *brigadeiro*. Seungmin’s girlfriend, a pro baseball player she was skinny but with biceps that could crush coconuts, arm-wrestled him for the last slice of grilled pineapple. “You’re *embarrassing* me,” Seungmin hissed, though his grin betrayed him.  

And then there was you and Jisung.  

Perched at the edge of the weathered teak table, knees almost touching under the checkered tablecloth. He’d claimed the seat casually—“Easier to steal your *feijoada*”—but now his leg bounced nervously, his jokes a half-beat too quick. You focused on the way the sun caught in his hair, turning it amber, while he drummed his fingers to the bossa nova drifting from the speakers. *Your* playlist.  

“Pass the *pão de alho*?” Jisung asked, leaning close enough that his whisper brushed your ear. You handed him the garlic bread, your fingertips grazing his. A spark. A pause. The table erupted as Jeongin accidentally knocked over Hyunjin’s *caipirinha*, the lime-soaked ice cascading onto the sand. “*Ai, meu Deus*,” you muttered, scrambling for napkins. Jisung laughed, low and warm, as he helped mop the mess. “Hyunjin’s gonna make this his villain origin story.”  

Conversation ebbed—stories of Australia’s beaches, debates over the best *churrasco* cuts, Seungmin’s girlfriend recounting her no-hitter game. Yet every lull pulled you and Jisung into orbit. His shoulder pressed to yours when reaching for the chimichurri. Your laugh harmonizing with his at Minho’s impression of a capybara. A shared glance when Chan mentioned “unfinished business,” his tone teasing but pointed.  

The afternoon sun melted into liquid gold, pooling over the infinity pool and glazing the beach where waves whispered promises of cool relief. Most of the group had migrated to the water—Jeongin cannonballing with a screech, Seungmin’s girlfriend hurling a beach ball hard enough to make Felix yelp—but Hyunjin had other plans. He cornered you by the tiki bar, still clutching an empty *caipirinha* glass like a prop. “Teach me samba,” he demanded, wrist flicking dramatically. “I *refuse* to let Brazilian Stays roast me again. I’ll be irresistible or die trying.”  

You laughed, but Hyunjin’s pout was weaponized. “Fine. But don’t blame me when you pull a muscle.”  

Minho, sprawled on a lounge chair with Soo-jin painting his nails neon green, perked up. “Oh, this’ll be good. Jisung! Bet you 50,000 won our *churrasco* expert can’t hip-swivel.”  

Jisung, mid-sip of guaraná, choked. “I’m not betting on—*hyung*.”  

Too late. Hyunjin had already commandeered the Bluetooth speaker, swapping bossa nova for a throbbing samba beat. You sighed, kicking off your sandals, the terracotta tiles warm under your feet. The sundress you’d thrown on after lunch—lightweight, breezy—suddenly felt too thin under Jisung’s gaze.  

Then the music took over.  

Hips swaying, arms arcing like palm fronds in a storm, you moved as if the rhythm lived in your bones. The dress clung, betrayed the curves you’d hidden under oversized shirts and chef aprons. Hyunjin gaped, forgetting to mimic your steps. “Wow,” Felix whistled from the pool, while Changbin’s girlfriend muttered, “How’s she even real?”  

But it was Jisung who unraveled.  

He’d frozen, guaraná can dented in his grip, eyes dark and wide. Every roll of your shoulders, every sharp snap of your hips, hit him like a wave. Minho leaned over, stage-whispering, “RIP Han Jisung. Cause of death: *a Brazilian goddess*.”  

“Shut. Up,” Jisung hissed, ears crimson.  

Hyunjin, ever the chaos magnet, grabbed your hand. “Teach me the *real* thing!” You guided him into a basic step, but his limbs moved like overcooked spaghetti. “No—*fluid*, like water,” you corrected, adjusting his stance. Out of the corner of your eye, Jisung stood abruptly, pacing toward the bar. *Running away.*  

Minho pounced. “Where you going, Sungie? Heat too much?”  

“To get water,” Jisung muttered, voice strangled.  

“Bring some for the rest of us!” Seungmin’s girlfriend called. “You look *dehydrated*.”  

The group howled. You spun Hyunjin into a turn, but your pulse raced for a different reason. Jisung’s reaction��the way he’d stared, like he’d been sucker-punched by longing—thrummed under your skin.  

Then Minho shouted, “Jisung-ah, your phone’s buzzing! Is it your *crush*?”  

Jisung fumbled the glass bottle he’d just grabbed, water sloshing over his shirt. The fabric clung. You missed a step.  

Hyunjin seized the chance to dip you, nearly dropping you both. “Focus, teacher!” he laughed, oblivious. But you were too aware of Jisung’s silhouette in the fading light, shirt transparent, jaw tight as he watched Hyunjin’s hands grip your waist.  

When the song ended, the group erupted in applause. Cheeks flushed, you broke away, only to find Jisung in front of you, holding out a fresh guaraná. “For the… uh. For the sweat,” he mumbled.  

Minho snorted. “Smooth.”  

You took the drink, fingertips brushing his. His gaze dropped to your lips. The air hummed, louder than the cicadas.  

The sun bled into the horizon, painting the sky in molten hues of tangerine and violet, as the first notes of *forró pé de serra* spilled from the speakers—a accordion’s sigh, a zabumba’s heartbeat. Hyunjin had long abandoned his samba quest, dragged into the pool by a vengeful Jeongin, while the others scattered like seabirds. Only Minho remained, a devil in neon-green nails, sprawled on the patio couch.  

“You can’t teach *forró* alone,” he drawled, twirling his phone like a baton. “Jisung’s two left feet need salvation. *Be his hero.*”  

Jisung, still pink from the samba spectacle, choked on his guaraná. “I’m good—”  

“You’re *terrible*,” Minho corrected. “Do it for Brazil’s honor.”  

The challenge hung in the balmy air. You swallowed, nerves fluttering. *Forró* wasn’t just a dance—it was whispered secrets in dim-lit bars, thighs brushing, hands clasped tight. But Minho’s grin was a dare.  

“Okay,” you said, voice steadier than your pulse. “But no laughing.”  

Jisung rose like a man heading to his execution.  

You positioned him under the swaying palm lights, your hand tentatively gripping his shoulder, his palm damp against your waist. “It’s… um, all about the *basicinho*,” you stammered, launching into a nervous monologue. “Three steps—side, together, side. Like a heartbeat. And the *giro*—the spin—comes after the *tippity-tap* of the feet. *Forró*’s about connection, you know? Like, your body talks. But not *talks* talks. Unless you’re, uh, into that—”  

“*Tippity-tap*?” Jisung echoed, lips twitching.  

“Shut up. Focus.”  

He tried. Oh, he *tried*. But his steps were stiff, his grip tentative, like you were made of glass. Until Minho shouted, “Jisung-ah, if you hold her any looser, she’ll float to Rio!”  

Jisung’s jaw clenched. His hand slid lower, anchoring you against him.  

The music swelled—a faster *arrasta-pé*. Your bodies synced, knees bumping, hips swaying in time. You rambled to fill the silence. “This song? It’s by *Dominguinhos*—king of *forró*. He said the best dancers listen with their skin. Which sounds weird, but—”  

“You’re blabbering,” Jisung murmured, spinning you out before pulling you back, chest to chest.  

“You’re *staring*.”  

“Can’t help it.”  

The admission hung between you. His thumb brushed the dip of your waist, igniting a trail of fire. Around you, the group’s laughter dimmed—Seungmin’s girlfriend dragging him to bed, Chan and Felix debating Tim Tam flavors in the kitchen. Even Minho vanished, leaving his neon nail polish behind like a spectral wink.  

Night unfurled its velvet cloak, the beach house now a constellation of hanging lanterns. You didn’t notice when the music softened, or when the others slipped away. All that remained: the press of Jisung’s calloused palm, the hitch in his breath when your temple grazed his jaw.  

“Your *basicinho*’s improved,” you teased, voice barely audible.  

“Had a good teacher.” His nose skimmed your ear. “Also, I have no idea what I’m doing.”  

“Just… feel it.”  

He did.  

The dance dissolved into something slower, raw. No steps, no rules—just the creak of the wooden deck, the distant shush of waves, and Jisung’s voice, rough as sand. “I lied earlier. The *churrasco* wasn’t the best part of today.”  

Your heart hammered. “Yeah?”  

“Yeah.” His forehead touched yours. “This is.”  

The night air thick with salt and the distant murmur of the kitchen crew clattering plates. Jisung’s hands still rested on your waist, his grip loose but trembling, as if he feared you’d vanish if he held too tight.  

“The Korean way,” you pressed, voice feather-light, “or the Brazilian way?”  

His brow furrowed, thumb absently tracing the lace hem of your dress. “What?”  

You stepped back just enough to see his face, moonlight etching the panic in his eyes. “Korean style’s *ppalli-ppalli*—direct. A ‘Let’s date’ text. Flowers. Maybe a handshake if you’re feeling retro.” You grinned, but your pulse roared in your ears. “Brazilian’s… messier. You confess during Carnival, drunk on *cachaça*, or whisper it in a samba club where no one can hear.”  

Jisung’s laugh was shaky. “Sounds like a *telenovela*.”  

“It’s *passion*,” you countered, stepping closer again. His breath hitched. “But you—you’re all… *aegyo* and mixtapes. Poetic texts at 2 a.m.”  

“I’m not *that* corny,” he muttered, but his ears burned.  

The waves hissed, a rhythm older than languages. You tilted your head. “So? Which one wins?”  

For a heartbeat, he faltered. Then his hands slid up your arms, slow as a tide pulling sand, until his palms cradled your face. “*My* way,” he whispered, voice roughened by a day of laughter and longing. “The… the *Jisung* way.”  

Your lips parted, but he pressed on, words tumbling like pebbles. “I practiced a speech. In Korean. About… *neon naui bit*—you’re my light, or whatever. But then you danced, and I forgot all of it. Now I’m just… *here*. With salt in my hair and my heart doing *this*—” He guided your hand to his chest, where his heartbeat thrashed against his ribs. “—and I don’t care if it’s *jeong* or *saudade* or whatever. I just… I *like* you. A lot. *Too* much. And if I don’t kiss you right now, I’ll—”  

You kissed him first.  

It wasn’t Korean propriety or Brazilian fire—it was the shudder of his exhale, the way his fingers tangled in your hair like he’d dreamed of it for years, the taste of guaraná and nervous hope. The world dissolved into the press of his lips, the sigh he muffled against your mouth, the distant crash of waves keeping time.  

When you broke apart, foreheads touching, he rasped, “Was that… enough?”  

You laughed, breathless. “*idiota*. That was perfect.”  

Somewhere in the shadows, Minho’s voice floated from an upstairs window: “ABOUT TIME!” followed by a chorus of giggles and a thud—likely Hyunjin falling off a chair.  

Jisung groaned, burying his face in your neck. “I’m moving to Antarctica.”  

“Too late,” you whispered, kissing the shell of his ear. “You’re stuck with me.”  

——

The night draped itself around you like silk, the rhythmic crash of waves a distant lullaby beyond the shuttered windows. Jisung’s back pressed against the carved wooden headboard, your legs bracketing his hips, his hands anchored to your waist like you were the only steady thing in a spinning world. His thumbs traced idle circles over the thin fabric of your sleepshirt, the heat of his palms searing through to your skin. 

“So,” he said, grinning as you stole another kiss, “is this the Brazilian way? Stealing a man’s bed *and* his dignity?”  

“You’re the one who said I could be a real Brazilian,” you teased, nipping his lower lip.  

He groaned, fingers threading into your hair. “Regretting that now.”  

“Liar.”  

When your palm slid under his shirt, tracing the taut plane of his stomach, he hissed, “*Jagiya*—you’re playing dirty.”  

You pulled back, heart jackhammering. “Last chance to back out.”  

The cultural differences between you fade away as passion takes over. His K-pop idol perfection meets your raw Brazilian sensuality, creating an intoxicating chemistry. Your caramel skin glows against his pale complexion as his hands explore the curves that drove him crazy during all those production meetings.

"I've wanted you since the first day you walked into that studio," Jisung confesses between kisses, his accent thicker with desire. His fingers trace the outline of your full lips, remembering how they'd curl into knowing smiles whenever you caught him staring.

The secrecy of your position at JYP makes this even more thrilling - the respected producer and the rising star, finally giving in to months of tension. His perfectly sculpted idol body presses against your lush curves as the ocean waves crash outside.

The moonlight filtering through the shutters casts ethereal patterns across your intertwined bodies. His touch burns through the thin fabric, leaving trails of fire wherever his fingers roam. The intimate position has your hearts racing, bodies pressed close as the ocean's song fills the night air.

You can feel every breath Jisung takes, his chest rising and falling against yours. The way he holds you - like you're precious yet dangerous - makes desire pool low in your belly. His thumbs continue their maddening circles on your waist, each touch building the tension between you.

Your fingers trace each button of his linen shirt as you undo them slowly, savoring the reveal of his smooth chest beneath. Jisung's hands mirror your movements as he slides your dress down, his touch leaving goosebumps in its wake.

The moonlight bathes your bodies in a soft glow as more skin is exposed. His breath catches when the dress pools at your feet, leaving you bare except for your delicate underwear. 

"You're stunning," he whispers, hands settling on your waist to pull you closer. The heat of his bare chest against yours makes your head spin as his lips find your neck, pressing soft kisses along your pulse point.

His lips trail down your neck as his hands slide up your sides, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. The way Jisung touches you - reverent yet hungry - makes your breath catch. You arch into him as his thumbs brush the undersides of your breasts.

"You're driving me crazy," he murmurs against your collarbone, nipping gently at the sensitive skin. His hands move to unclasp your bra while yours explore the lean muscles of his back.

The sound of waves provides a rhythm as clothing continues to fall away, skin pressing against skin in the moonlit bedroom. When his fingers hook into the waistband of your panties, you shiver in anticipation.

"Please," you whisper, rolling your hips against his growing hardness.

Jisung's hands explore every inch of your exposed skin. He manhandles you, laying you on your back and laying himself between your legs. His weight presses you deliciously into the mattress as his lips find your neck, leaving hot kisses and gentle bites that make you gasp.

His hands slide down to remove your panties, dragging them slowly down your legs while kissing a trail along your inner thighs. Once they're off, you reach for his boxers, pushing them down his hips to free his hard cock.

The moonlight illuminates your naked bodies as he settles back between your legs. His hands roam over your curves, squeezing your breasts and teasing your nipples until you're arching into his touch.

"Want you so bad," he groans against your neck, grinding his bare length against your wet pussy. The friction makes you both moan, bodies moving together in growing desperation.

With a mischievous grin, you push Jisung onto his back and straddle his hips, your wet pussy sliding against his hard cock. His hands immediately grip your thick thighs as you begin rolling your hips, teasing him with the friction.

"Fuck, you're so sexy," he groans, watching your breasts bounce as you move. You reach between your legs to guide his cock to your entrance, sinking down slowly until he's fully sheathed inside you.

The angle has him hitting deeper, making you moan as you start to ride him. Your hands brace on his chest for leverage as you pick up the pace, your ass jiggling with each bounce.

"Let me show you how we like it in Brazil," you purr, climbing off his cock and getting on your hands and knees. You arch your back, presenting your dripping pussy and round ass to him.

Jisung groans at the sight, gripping your hips roughly as he positions himself behind you. Without warning, he slams his thick cock deep inside you, making you cry out in pleasure.

"Fuck me hard," you demand, pushing back against him. "Show me what that Korean dick can do."

He sets a brutal pace, his balls slapping against your clit with each thrust as he pounds into your tight hole. His fingers dig into the soft flesh of your ass, spreading you wider.

Your moans fill the beach house bedroom as Jisung pounds into your dripping pussy from behind, his cock stretching you perfectly. His hands grip your ass, spreading your cheeks to watch himself disappear inside you over and over.

"Fuck, you're so tight," he groans, speeding up his thrusts. The sound of skin slapping against skin mingles with the crashing waves.

You can feel your orgasm building as his thick cock hits your g-spot repeatedly. One of his hands slides around to rub your clit, making your thighs tremble.

"Cum for me," he commands, his voice rough with desire. "Want to feel this tight Brazilian pussy squeeze my cock."

Your orgasm crashes over you like a tidal wave as Jisung continues pounding into your clenching pussy. Your arms give out, face pressing into the mattress as your walls squeeze his cock rhythmically.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum," he groans, his thrusts becoming erratic. His fingers dig into your hips hard enough to leave bruises as he chases his own release.

With a guttural groan, he slams deep one final time, his cock pulsing as he empties himself inside your sensitive pussy.

Jisung collapses on top of you, both of you panting heavily as you come down from your highs. His cum drips down your thighs as he slowly pulls out, making you whimper at the loss.

"That was..." he trails off, rolling to pull you against his chest. His fingers trace lazy patterns on your sweaty skin as the ocean breeze cools your heated bodies.

You snuggle into him, feeling thoroughly satisfied as his hands continue their gentle exploration. The moonlight catches the marks he left on your skin - evidence of your passionate encounter.

"Think you can handle another round?" you tease, grinding your ass back against him. His cock twitches with interest against you.

——

Later, skin sticky and souls quiet, you lay curled into him, his heartbeat a drum under your cheek. He traced idle patterns on your back. “So… do I get a citizenship now?”  

You snorted. “You wish.”  

“Worth a try.” His arms tightened around you. “For the record? The ‘Korean way’ involves breakfast in bed tomorrow. *Kimchi* pancakes. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”  

You smiled into the dark. The ocean sighed. Somewhere down the hall, Minho’s voice echoed, “USE PROTECTION!” followed by a door slam.  

Jisung buried his face in a pillow. “I’m *actually* moving to Antarctica.”  

“Too late,” you whispered, kissing the fluttering pulse at his throat. “You’re Brazilian now.”  

——

The first rays of sun seeped through the gauzy curtains, painting Jisung’s bare shoulders in gold. You woke to the weight of his arm slung over your waist, his face buried in the crook of your neck, breath warm and steady. For a moment, you lay still, savoring the quiet—the distant crash of waves, the rustle of palm fronds, the way his fingers twitched against your hip even in sleep.  

Then reality hit.  

A clatter of pans echoed from the kitchen below, followed by Chan’s booming laugh and Felix’s off-key rendition of *“De manhã”*. Jisung stirred, blinking groggily. “Are they… *frying bacon* to a samba beat?”  

You giggled, rolling to face him. His hair stuck up in chaotic tufts, pillow creases etched into his cheek. *Adorable*. “Welcome to a Brazilian morning. Chaos included.”  

He flopped onto his back, arm slung over his eyes. “I need five more years of sleep.”  

“Too bad.” You pressed a kiss to his collarbone, delighting in his shiver. “Chan’s probably making kimchi pancakes. *You* promised me breakfast.”  

“I was *delirious* last night,” he grumbled, but his hands slid down to your thighs, anchoring you against him.  

——

Descending the stairs hand-in-hand, you braced for impact. The group was clustered around the dining table—Hyunjin scrolling through dance videos, Minho flipping *pão de queijo* with a spatula, Seungmin’s girlfriend arm-wrestling Changbin.  

The room froze.  

Minho’s smirk was nuclear. “Well, well. Look who survived the *Brazilian initiation*.”  

Jisung’s grip tightened on yours. “Hyung, I will *end you*—”  

“*Aww*, they’re matching!” Felix cooed, pointing at the twin hickeys on your neck and Jisung’s.  

“*FELIX!*” Jisung lunged, but you tugged him toward the kitchen, where Chan stood flipping pancakes with one hand and sipping *cafézinho* with the other. “Ignore them,” he said, sliding a plate of *kimchi jeon* your way. “They’ve been placing bets since sunrise.”  

Jisung groaned. “Who won?”  

“Me,” Minho called. “I said you’d look like a disheveled puppy. *Pay up, Lee Know supremacy!*”  

The table was a collision of cultures: golden *pão de queijo* beside spicy kimchi, fresh *açaí* bowls next to steaming *doenjang jjigae*. You split a *brigadeiro* with Jisung, laughing as he pretended to hate the sweetness. “It’s *too much*,” he complained, yet stole another from your plate.  

Hyunjin, ever the menace, kicked Jisung under the table. “So. How *Brazilian* was it?”  

Jisung choked on his coffee. You kicked Hyunjin back. “How *single* are you?”  

The table erupted. Jeongin hurled a *pão de queijo* at Hyunjin’s head.  

After breakfast, you escaped to the beach, toes sinking into sun-warmed sand. Jisung walked beside you, quiet until you reached the tidepools. “Last night…” he started, uncharacteristically hesitant.  

You braced for regret.  

“...I didn’t know it could feel like that,” he admitted, staring at the horizon. “Like… *home*.”  

Your chest tightened. “Even with Minho’s commentary?”  

“*Especially* with Minho’s commentary.” He grinned, then sobered. “I’m… scared. Of fucking this up.”  

You interlaced your fingers, salt spray kissing your skin. “So don’t.”  

He huffed a laugh. “Simple as that?”  

“No.” You turned to him, heart in your throat. “But we’ll suck at it together.”  

He kissed you then—slow, sweet, flavored with coffee and *brigadeiro*. When he pulled back, he pressed his forehead to yours. “Deal.”  

[yarastilinski]

Pleαse Never Chαnge

Esse imagine pertence a @uglyducklingofthe2000s e eu estou apenas traduzindo.

Lando nem sempre termina seus dias jogando ou fazendo lives, mas, quando está em casa, isso acontece com frequência. Sn não se importa — na verdade, ela até gosta de ouvir a voz dele ecoando pelo apartamento.

Depois de um tempo, o sono bate, e ela começa sua rotina noturna: cuidados com a pele, com o cabelo... tudo o que é importante, obviamente. Então ela bate levemente na porta e vê Lando se virar antes de checar as horas.

— Oi, amor — Lando sorri, afastando a cadeira. — Já é hora de dormir?

— É... só queria passar aqui antes de deitar — Sn faz que sim com a cabeça, sorrindo quando ele dá tapinhas no colo, fazendo com que ela vá até ele e se sente ali. — Tá jogando o quê?

— Halo — ele sorri, desconectando os fones pra que ela ouça os meninos, e puxando o microfone na direção dela. — Dá um oi.

— Oi, gente — Sn sorri lendo o chat, onde todos estão derretendo com a forma como Lando é com ela. — Estão dizendo que você é adorável.

— É, eu sei. Eles também sabem — Lando responde, arrancando um suspiro dela, que revira os olhos enquanto se recosta nele, encostando a cabeça no ombro e deixando que ele beije seu pescoço com carinho. — Tá tudo bem, amor?

— Tá sim... só queria ficar aqui um pouco... se não for problema.

— Claro que não — ele responde na hora. — Eu quero você aqui comigo. Se fosse por mim, você estaria aqui o tempo todo, mas sei que acaba ficando entediada — ele brinca, mesmo que esteja dizendo a verdade.

— A gente vai ficar assistindo vocês dois fazerem o resto de nós se sentir dolorosamente solteiro — até os que estão em relacionamentos — ou vamos continuar jogando? — pergunta Max, fazendo Sn dar um leve pulo.

— Sim! Foi mal — Sn dá uma risadinha antes de se aconchegar mais um pouco. — Continua aí.

Lando volta ao jogo, mas seus olhos não deixam de procurá-la. Ele observa a atenção dela na tela, até que os olhos começam a pesar e o corpo dela se torna mais pesado contra o dele. Ela tenta lutar contra o sono por alguns minutos, mas eventualmente cede — escorrega um pouco e fecha os olhos. Ele nem tenta esconder o sorriso com a cena fofa diante dele.

Lábios levemente entreabertos, rosto amassado contra o peito dele.

— Amor... por mais que eu adore você aqui, acho que precisa ir pra cama — Lando sussurra, recebendo um resmungo como resposta antes que ela se endireite e solte um bocejo.

— Eu quero ir pra cama sim — Sn diz com uma leve careta, sabendo que, se dormisse ali, inevitavelmente Lando teria que levá-la até o quarto, e ela acabaria acordando mal-humorada e levaria uma eternidade pra voltar a dormir.

— Me dá um beijo, amor — Lando sorri, sabendo que esse era o verdadeiro motivo de ela ter ido até lá.

Sn sorri, cansada, e se inclina pra dar alguns beijos rápidos, sem querer exagerar porque sabe que a live está no ar. Mas a mão grande de Lando sobe até seu rosto, segurando-a para um beijo mais demorado e cheio de carinho.

— Não vou demorar — ele diz ao se afastar, roubando mais um beijo rápido antes que ela possa ir.

— Vocês ainda têm outra missão pra completar.

— E eu tenho uma namorada — Lando dá de ombros, fazendo ela rir antes de se aproximar do microfone.

— Tchau, pessoal... boa sorte nessa missão aí — Sn boceja, se levantando e andando lentamente até sair do quarto, enquanto Lando a observa com um olhar apaixonado até ela desaparecer pela porta.

— Ok... se você vai sair daqui a pouco, pelo menos presta atenção na gente até lá — exige Max, fazendo Lando revirar os olhos antes de voltar o olhar pra tela.

— Ih... ficou bravo.

— Eu não tô bravo.

— Você foi grosso com a namorada dele. Ele ficou bravo.

— Cala a boca — Lando resmunga, soltando um suspiro antes de colocar os fones de volta.

Lando ama o jeito que Sn precisa ir dar um beijo nele toda vez antes de dormir. Ele ama o fato de ela querer fazer isso. Mesmo que os amigos às vezes o zoem por causa disso.

[unadulteratedpiratepizza]

The "Wait no, the PS3 isn't retro" List

Have you ever said "The Wii isn't old, that came out when I was in High School"? Do you remember getting an N64 for Christmas? Did you play Halo 3 on Xbox Live with your friends while complaining about your math class? Then get ready to be destroyed by the ages of your childhood game systems (As of 2023)! Just remember that an age of 15 years makes it retro.

Famicom/NES: 1983(JP)/1985(US) Age: 40/38

Mega Drive/Genesis: 1988(JP)/1989(US) Age: 35/34

Super Famicom/SNES: 1990(JP)/1991(US) Age: 33/32

Sega Saturn: 1994(JP)/1995(US) Age: 29/28

PlayStation: 1994(JP)/1995(US) Age: 29/28

Nintendo 64: 1996 Age: 27

Sega Dreamcast: 1998(JP)/1999(US) Age: 25/24

PlayStation 2: 2000 Age: 23

GameCube: 2001 Age: 22

Xbox: 2001(US)/2002(JP,EU) Age: 22/21

Xbox 360: 2005 Age: 18

PlayStation 3: 2006 Age: 17

Nintendo Wii: 2006 Age: 17

Nintendo Wii U: 2012 Age: 11

PlayStation 4: 2013 Age: 10

Xbox One: 2013 Age: 10

[moonthay]

Diana Ártemis 🏹🌙

I wanted to redesign Artemis to add the doe mask to match her better, inspired by other drawings I saw of her, being the goddess of the hunt and I changed her color palette and other details

Eu queria redesenhar Ártemis para adicionar a máscara de corça para combinar melhor com ela, inspirado por outros desenhos que vi dela, sendo a deusa da caça, e mudei sua paleta de cores e outros detalhes

I really love the goddess Artemis and I thought that her loose hair full of braids would suit her better, in addition to her dark skin and the light blue tunic (in fact, her tunic is white like Apollo's and is illuminated by her moonlight like her brother's tunic is by him sunlight) to give contrast representing the goddess side of the moonlight and the goddess of hunting and wildlife

Eu amo muito a deusa Ártemis e pensei que seu cabelo solto e cheio de tranças combinaria melhor com ela, além de sua pele escura e a túnica azul-clara (na verdade, sua túnica é branca como a de Apolo e é iluminada pelo luar como a túnica de seu irmão é iluminada pela luz do sol) para dar contraste representando o lado da deusa do luar e a deusa da caça e da vida selvagem

Artemis and the Ceryneian doe, below is the statue that I used as a basis for this drawing, I love Artemis as the goddess of animals too

Ártemis e a corça Cerineia, abaixo está a estátua que me baseie pra esse desenho, eu amo a Ártemis como deusa dos animais também

In addition to this statue, I also wanted to keep the braids from the first statue in the first drawing of her here and the tunic with sleeves

Além dessa estátua eu também quis manter as tranças da primeira estátua do primeiro desenho dela aqui e a túnica com mangas

Statue and my first drawing of Artemis, photo of the statue from a video I found on tiktok | Estátua e meu primeiro desenho da Ártemis, foto da estátua de um vídeo que encontrei no TikTok

And she and her little twin brother, both with their hair down to match, but with totally different vibes

Artemis' hair in my design is a brown that was a blonde that darkened

E ela e o irmãozinho gêmeo dela, ambos com o cabelo solto pra combinar, mas com vibes totalmente diferentes

O cabelo de Ártemis no meu desing é um castanho que foi um loiro que escureceu

More of the twins in the continuation of a comic I made and already posted here/Mais dos gêmeos na continuação de uma hq que eu fiz e já postei aqui:

Artemis' moon halo doesn't have a statistical place to stay, it usually just floats and stays kind of tilted like a moon getting crooked, unlike Apollo's sun halo which usually stays in the same place just following his head

A auréola de lua de Ártemis não tem um lugar estatístico pra ficar, ela normalmente só fica flutuando e fica meio inclinada como uma lua ficando torta, diferentemente da auréola de sol de Apollo que costuma ficar no mesmo lugar só seguindo a cabeça dele

I like to draw her eyes as green, but here are the other ways I also draw them

Eu gosto de desenhar os olhos dela como verdes, mas aqui os outros jeitos que também desenho

And that was it ^-^ I hope you liked it and until next time, kisses My Black Diamonds

E foi isso ^-^ espero que tenham gostado e até a próxima bjos My Black Diamonds

[darkmaga-returns]

While European regulators polish their halos and crank out legislation faster than Brussels can subsidize cheese, Pavel Durov is out here playing the role of a digital heretic.

In a French interview, the Telegram founder is sounding alarms over what he sees as a not-so-slow crawl toward speech control disguised as safety. The latest darling of the bureaucratic elite? The Digital Services Act is a piece of legislation that reads like it was written by a committee of risk-averse interns with a fetish for vague language and zero accountability.

Durov isn’t whispering his concerns at think tank luncheons or lobbying dinners. He’s calling it what it is: an institutional greenlight for censorship. “Once you legitimize censorship, it’s difficult to go back,” he says, which probably makes him the least popular dinner guest in Brussels since anyone asked about eurozone debt.

[short-wooloo]

According to a new Halo Waypoint Canon Fodder update, the Silver Team Spartans now officially exist in the Prime Halo universe, and actually appear in Halo Wars no less

See in the Halo Wars mission Arcadia Outskirts you encounter Omega Team, a six-Spartan unit, half of Omega Team was established in Halo Wars 2 DLCs to be August-099, Leon-011, and Robert-025, but the other half was left unnamed, until now

[angelicbyhoon]

☼Halo 👾 19 👾 she/her 👾 Eu based 👾 mdni- please do not interact

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[sngl-led-auto-lights]

Why do car lights bother me at night?

Discomfort from headlights at night is a widespread problem with medical, technological, and environmental factors at its root. Here is a detailed analysis and science-based solutions:

⚠️ Major causes of light sensitivity while driving

1. Physiological factors

Astigmatism (33% of adults): Uneven cornea scatters light into starbursts/halos (see simulation below).

Night blindness: Degeneration of rods reduces low-light contrast.

Cataracts (early stage): Clouding of the lens scatters light, causing headlights to “glare”.

Mydriasis: Young people are born with wider pupils (↑5-7mm), causing the retina to be flooded with too much light.

2. Modern lighting technology

Light type Glare intensity vs. halogen lamp Problem frequency LED 2-3 times brighter 48% of complaints HID/Xenon lamp 1.5-2 times brighter 49% Halogen lamp Benchmark 3%

Peak glare cause: LED/HID lamps exceed the 10,000 cd/m² safety limit for retinal adaptation (according to CIE 150:2017), so it is important to calibrate the light height and adjust the light pattern to avoid looking directly at the light and glare, so it is important to upgrade the lighting to choose LED bulbs with adjustable light patterns.

3. Environmental triggers

Wet road surface: Glare reflected upwards (intensity increased by 300%).

Dirty windshield: Oil/scratches can refract light.

High beam misuse: 41% of drivers report oncoming vehicles using high beams illegally.

🔍 Diagnose your specific problem

Test yourself in safe conditions:

Starlight/halo test: → If your headlights look like this at night:

Left and right A[light source] --> B[sharp light] A --> C[halo]

→ **You may have astigmatism or cataracts. **

Pain/strabismus test: → Discomfort after light passes through that lasts for more than 2 seconds = Pupillary muscle fatigue or Photophobia.

🛠️ Effective Solutions (Evidence-Based)

✅ Immediate Fix

Night Driving Glasses: Choose amber/yellow lenses with ≤15% lens tint (darker, lower visibility).

Avoid “blue light blocking” coatings – these reduce color contrast (Johns Hopkins study).

Clean lenses: Wipe windshield (inside and outside) with isopropyl alcohol (70%) monthly to remove polymerized oils.

Adjust mirrors: Switch mirrors to night mode (angle to reduce glare).

✅ Medical Intervention

Condition Treatment Effectiveness Astigmatism Anti-glare coating on prescription lenses Reduces glare by 85% Early cataract UV-protected lenses + cataract surgery Reduces post-operative halos by 99% Dry eyes Preservative-free artificial tears Prevents light scatter

✅ Vehicle Adjustment

Angle Correction: Lower headlights 1-2° to prevent blinding others, per SAE J599.

Anti-glare film: Apply 70% VLT film to side windows (blocks stray light).

Dashboard lighting: Reduces interior brightness to minimize pupil constriction.

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🌐 Global regulations and reality

Region Headlight brightness limit (max lumens) Actual compliance USA Unregulated (NHTSA loophole) 45% exceeds safety level EU 2,2000 lumens (ECE R112) 22% above standard Australia 1,5000 lumens 18% above standard

👉 Legal note: Report excessive lights to the U.S. Department of Transportation Vehicle Identification Number (VIN) Lookup or your local transportation department.

❌ Hazards to avoid “solutions”

Excessively tinted windshield (VLT < 70%): illegal in all conditions; 37% increased risk of nighttime crashes.

Wearing polarized sunglasses at night: 1.5 seconds delay in brake light recognition (UMTRI study).

“Blue light blocking” lenses: reduce rod sensitivity, leading to decreased night vision.

💡 Proactive prevention

Get a comprehensive eye exam every six months (contrast sensitivity test required).

When driving: Enable auto-dimming rearview mirror + set headlights to auto mode.

Route: Avoid roads with flashing signs (reflective brightness of highway signs is 300 cd/m²).

Important: If lights cause migraines, nausea, or discomfort with night driving, consult an optometrist specializing in binocular vision - untreated photophobia worsens over time. Your safety cannot be compromised. 🛑

[helix-enterprises117]

What is an "Ultimate Universe?"

In my psychotic and incoherent ramblings about an AU that I've kept FAR TOO LONG to myself, I'm sure you all have occasionally seen me use "Ultimate Universe" as a means of describing my AU; hell, it's literally on on the summary paragraph for my AU's series on Ao3.

That's begs the question, a question no-one asked: What's an Ultimate Universe?

To put it simply, for those who don't know: An Ultimate Universe is an alternate-continuity reboot of an older IP that's meant draw in the general audience (who know little of the source-material) to this new work so that they can become new fans of both the work itself AND the franchise at large.

The term was coined by Marvel Comics, who created the "Ultimate Comics" line-up (a series of graphic-novels that can be found on store-shelves anywhere) in the Turn Of The Millennium to draw in new fans with their "Hip, Trendy, Edgy, New Wave and Experimental" alternate-universe take on classic Marvel. It worked. So well, in fact, that just last year... they rebooted the Ultimate Comics, reusing the name but doing everything in a completely different way.

Other examples beyond Marvel include:

The Kelvin-Timeline Star Trek films by JJ Abrams.

The Dark Knight Trilogy and Smallville were this for both Batman and Superman respectively.

The recent Planet Of The Apes films by Matt Reeves.

The Legends EU became a retroactive inverted example after Disney rebooted the main-universe.

And most appropriately, Paramount+'s Halo The Series is basically this for the Halo franchise.

That last example is more or less why I made this post. Basically, I saw what the show was trying to do and decided that I wanted to follow the same concept, but do it my way.

Halo Reloaded, aka 'The Reloaded!AU,' is MY attempt at an 'Ultimate Universe' for Halo.

Hopefully, that clears things up. Thank you for coming to me TED Talk.

[lady-ree]

Se o sol, a lua e as estrelas continuarem iguais, eu nunca te deixarei.

- The Villain’s White Lotus Halo