#i promise they'll be fulfilled soon!!

[soobnny]

ten things lee know says when he thinks you’re asleep — fluff, established relationship, squint of angst

chan | LEE KNOW | changbin | hyunjin | han | felix | seungmin | jeongin

one. ah, i forgot to tell you, there's a new barbecue place that opened recently. i saw it while i was walking with hannie, and i heard they have really good meat. we should go there soon, maybe have it over a few drinks. i'll buy you meat, let's go eat it together.

two. yongbok tells me i should tell you 'i love you' more. i think he's right. i'm sorry if i don't say it enough. i'm just—new to this. but i really do love you, more than you know.

three. i never feel like i'm wasting my time when i'm with you. even if we're just sitting beside each other in silence, even if we're just drinking tea, even if we do nothing for hours. every moment i spend with you feels so fulfilling. it would be hell with anyone else.

four. soonie, doongie, dori need a mom, hm? they already love you anyway. sometimes i think doongie loves you more than he loves me. i think it's because he's most like me. ahh, do you think they'll love our kids in the future too? do you think they'll get jealous they won't be our only kids? (sigh) i can't wait to marry you.

five. when i'm having a really hard day, i feel healed just by having you with me. how do you do that? how do you make my day better just by talking to me for a minute? i think... wait, i know life is less of a hassle because i'm living in it with you.

six. i've never been the type to wish for time to stop, but there is something about being with you that makes me consider it. when i look at you laughing, unaware that you look so beautiful, i understand for a moment.

seven. i’m sorry. i’m sorry. please don’t leave me. i’m sorry. i hate seeing you cry. i hate that it’s because of me. i’m sorry. please stay with me.

eight. i always find myself describing you when someone asks me what love is.

nine. you promised to eat well, didn't you? did we promise? i guess it wasn't a promise, but i asked you to do so. are you eating well lately?

ten. i love you. i love you. i love you. i love you. i love you. and for as long as i’m alive, you will always be loved.

[ckret2]

would you say Ford is overall happier in the Evil Ford AU? Strangely, it seems he's more fulfilled as Bill's weird little pet rather than trying to destroy him, but then he gets the trade off of the people who actually love him hating him forever

(I guess Bill cares in his own way? But, it's not the same)

I'd say he frontloads more happiness, but ends up unhappier overall.

There comes a time in every Gifted Kid's life that they hit adulthood and discover they aren't, as they'd been told, an intellectual superhero who will change the world, and that they've let down everyone who thought they were.

In canon, Ford had that realization after Bill exploited him, and then spent the next thirty years trying to live up to that high expectation anyway just to try to undo the damage he'd caused while he was being manipulated. But by the end, he makes peace with being Part Of A Family rather than a lone hero who must do it all himself.

By joining Bill, Evil Ford didn't have that realization. He got to spend the next thirty years telling himself yes, he IS that great, he WILL change the world—already HAS changed the world, he's already done the magnum opus that will (figuratively AND literally) immortalize him. All he has to do is wait—while being preemptively hailed a hero by Bill—until somebody repairs the portal.

So instead of being 30-something when he has his great disappointment—you're not the Great Scientist you were promised you would be, you let your family and friends and yourself down—he's in his 60s.

And he comes out of Weirdmageddon alone. As soon as Bill's destroyed, he runs.

His muse, partner, and longest friend is dead. He's sure his niece and nephew hate him now. His brother lost most of his memories, without Ford's help he still doesn't remember half his childhood, the family had to hire a nurse to look after him, and now Ford's estranged from him again.

(In truth Stan's doing okay—he regained most of his memories, and anyway his mind is sharp and he's functioning fine. But the family outside Gravity Falls heard he's losing his memory, went "oh, dementia," and decided a nurse was necessary. However—Ford doesn't know that. He thinks Stan is much worse off than he really is.)

Ford's too ashamed and angry to face his family now. So he finds one of the mini-rifts that opens in Gravity Falls after Weirdmageddon, jumps back into the Nightmare Realm, and goes to rejoin the Henchmaniacs. He doubts they'll be excited to welcome him back, after Bill hyped him up for 30 years and it all came to naught, but where else can he go? Maybe there's a way to resurrect Bill, or maybe he's not really dead. It's the only thing he can think of to do.

And at the end of it all—he still doesn't think assisting in Weirdmageddon was the "wrong" or "bad" decision. If they'd been allowed to finish—if Stan hadn't interfered and ruined everything he'd worked for, for the third time—then he'd be ruling the galaxy like a god and he could have elevated his family with him.

He's not ashamed because he's realized he was wrong; he's ashamed because he's a failure, and everyone he cares about has suffered for it.

[livefastdriveyoung]

Every team has a first and second driver. It is just that not every driver fulfills the role in the same way.

At Aston Martin we know Fernando is driver one. He is the more experienced driver, and right from the mouth of Lawrence Stroll himself, was brought in to make Lance a better driver so he could one day be the first driver. He does media, he's funny, and he also clearly has a mentor/mentee relationship with Lance.

I call this the mentor/mentee set up

At Mercedes, we know that Lewis is Driver one. Based on titles certainly, age almost definitely, and also because he is Lewis Hamilton. Until February, and even after, when you think Mercedes, you think Lewis. He is their better driver. He won six championships with them. He's stayed longer than most drivers stay on the whole grid. It is his through blood, sweat, and tears. George is the prince, he's set to inherit, potentially (BTW TORGER, I would like a word), and has a lot to live up to. Comparisons are hard, especially when the first driver is Lewis. I think that it's a forced proximity set-up, but they are friendly. Mostly off the track because on track they do not have their greatest moments.

I call this the King/Heir Apparent set up

At Red Bull, we know that Max is Driver one. Aside from the championships, he is just too fast. Every time one of the other drivers who drove alongside him was brought up to Horner or Helmut (YIKES to both), they would compare where they raced to Max. It is unattainable, and isolating. Until Checo. Checo didn't think he was going to be able to drive after BWT. He didn't have a contract, he was a middle of the pack driver, Mexico's son, and his story was supposed to end there. The Red Bull contract was a dream, but for all of the weird behavior some of y'all have with him (again, he's had his problems but the racism and idiot syndrome some apply to him is also NOT OK) he's not an idiot. He knows he's on a limited contract, he knows he's no spring chicken. Hearing him talk about next year, he knows he's very likely out of a contract. But he doesn't let any of this impact his relationship with Max. They are teammates, Checo will do what is best for the team. Max's whole world is predominantly driving. Checo has more of a balance, and in some ways, allows Max to be young.

I call this the Sibling set up.

At Ferrari, Charles LeClerc is Driver one. He is il Predestinato, the second coming, Monaco's prince. He can do no wrong. Carlos Sainz is the second driver. In spite of the fact that he got dropped from the team, in spite of the fact that he has won them two races, he is the one that is being pushed out. But he and Charles are friends, and teammates. They've driven together for several years now. Ultimately, while Carlos has done most of the heavy lifting on his side of the garage in terms of strategy and driving, he is also the one who knows when to walk away from the fight, when to stop letting yourself get hurt by the team that should be defending you. For Charles, Ferrari is a promise to Jules, to his father, to himself. He cannot walk away. In some way, Carlos can. That's why he makes the good second driver. The second in command is the one that sees the whole picture, including the first in command, because they never look at themselves.

I call this the friends/us against the world set up.

At Mclaren, driver one is Lando Norris. An indefinite contract, the sponsors, the adoration, Lando is the golden child. But Oscar is too, sort of. They're both young, both incredibly talented. But they're young. They're doing this together. McLaren went from disaster to top of the pack last season, and they're both on this ride together. I think McLaren is going to do whatever it takes to get Lando his win, but then I think they'll split 50/50. What will happen then, I don't know.

I call this the to soon to tell set up

At Williams, Alex Albon is so clearly driver one. Last year, he scored the majority of the points, they signed him for an extended contract, and they're desperate to keep him for 2026, when the car is supposedly going to be insane. Logan is the second driver. Alex wants to be the mentor, and to some degree he is. But Logan's narrative from last season to this season has shifted dramatically. Less and less people want to see him gone, they like the American. Williams renewed him. Whether because of sponsorship or genuine interest in his improvement, I don't know. But, in the last two races, they have managed to tank Alex's reputation, and boost Logan's. You don't publicly destroy your second driver's confidence, and career potential so publicly and walk away clean. We've seen it with Red Bull and Pierre, and Alex. Both times, those two drivers walked away with insane support. Logan is now receiving the same, but I wonder if it is going to make a difference. I think that Logan talking about what is best for the team is what is keeping him going, but if you watched the newest Team Torque, you can see fatigue and some tension between him and Alex. I don't know if it is jet lag, or work, or stress, or damage to the relationship. But this is a driver relationship on a razor wire.

I call this the Icarus set up

At Alpine, it is Pierre. He gets away with murder, at least by the team. Esteban has certainly mellowed a little, but he calls Pierre out still. However, they are both miserable with the car this year, so I think they are probably commiserating. The fact they can work together after years of rivalry and blatant hurt between the two is interesting. I think that both of these men have racing above all on their heart, and they will do whatever it takes to stay there. So for now, they suffer in the car, and they are colleagues.

I call this the "there's no other choice" set up (aka forced proximity)l

At Visa CashApp, there's currently a power struggle. Daniel is Daniel. He's been second driver for a few years, he's been third driver. He's got the popularity, though it is waning, and more importantly, he's got Christian Horner's support. That, plus the fact that the team talks about Daniel's presence being about helping them improve, makes him sound like first driver. Except, Yuki has been First driver for years. He's the one who stayed through the revolving door of drivers. This is his team. Honda pays the majority of his salary. So when you bring someone in, someone who doesn't even want the seat as much as he wants the Red Bull seat, the seat that should be yours, you're not going to go down without a fight. It creates this weird tension, but then Daniel is like "I know how lucky I am to be here, I'm focused on driving here," and is already being threatened with losing the seat like Nyck was, and Yuki realizes he might never get the Red Bull seat. So you have these two guys who are fighting for the same thing, that doesn't want them.

I call this the Alone Together set up

At Sauber, it is Valtteri. He has won gps, he's former Mercedes, who used to come second usually only to Lewis. He's funny, older, a weirdo that people love and feel they know. Zhou is younger, he's dealing with the pressure of being China's only son, and the higher expectations of him. Valtteri helps keep him young and focused. He's been through the wringer, and he's teaching Zhou that it is not going to be what breaks you.

Also Mentor/Mentee except the mentors are nuts in a different way

I don't know what the hell is going on at Haas.

[vitaminseetarot]

Lenormand PAC: Messages From the Eclipsed Sun 🔆🌑😎

Sup y'all. Welcome to my lil end-of-March reading! Thank you for voting in the polls for April's next PAC topic for the 1 year special, which will be coming up next. Also thank you very, very much once again for participating in my 2nd tarot game! I'm still answering feedback and I'm glad so many of you enjoyed it as I did. I'm looking forward to the next game in summer (possibly a Midsummer game? 🧚‍♀️🐈🎶☀)

I was shuffling my Alchemy Elements deck and noticed that three random cards I pulled out were from the Sun suit (the four suits in this oracle are Moon, Sun, Star, and Earth). I had no topic in mind, so I allowed different mystery messages to come through. These light messages will be relevant to you as you pass through the new moon solar eclipse and all through the next lunar month.

Pick which one of the three sun cards resonates with you:

Flower 💐 Animal 🐎 River 🌊

Pile 1. Flower 💐

Gratitude, Bird of Paradise, Knowledge; Mountain, Astral Travel, Tower, Promise, Garden

The world outside is calling you, pile 1. You can't smell the roses blooming if you keep containing yourself under the roof. The beautiful days want you to explore and wander like a child discovering nature for the first time. Perhaps there are flowers you've never seen up close, maybe it's been a while since nature gave you new things to learn and marvel. Botanical gardens are filled with surprises, as are concrete cracks in the city.

Your hands seem too easily tied up in the working world, fulfilling task after task as if every day was meant to be the same. I see a person staring outside their cubicle, wondering when they'll find the time to make it to the park. Wondering when they'll be able to go to that fair, or practice surf lessons. Wondering, hoping, dreaming of the day when the walls can come down, and there will be no separation between daily life and the life filled with endless creative possibilities, waiting to be picked and weaved into crowns.

The path is neither just up ahead, nor light years away; it's right in front of you now. Accept the moment you find yourself in, even if it's impossible, because the surprises you are looking for are already surrounding you. It may feel like you have to climb far to see any hope of change, but you're asked to find stillness and beauty hidden within the climb. Even if you're not wandering through a field of wildflowers yet, there may be chance blossoms within your reach. Be thankful for the present peace you find. Ivy wraps around ivory walls; nature will find a way to you.

Wherever you intend to go, you may need to leave behind the opinions of others that don't help or encourage you. Let them have their perspectives, for they have their own paths to walk. You have yours waiting just outside the door. The light outside may overwhelm you, but it beckons you to appreciate what it has in store for you. So much more awaits you. But what you have today is just as beautiful.

Pile 2. Animal 🐎

Balance, Lenten Rose, Insight; Letter, Mirage, Heart, Bouquet, Moon

I hope the sun brings you brighter days, pile 2. There are friends (including animal friends!) who want to bask under the warm luminous skies with you. This time encourage us to stretch our arms out, walk with an extra skip, and enjoy what tomorrow has in store. However, there is anxiety keeping you held in, preventing you from racing ahead. You are being called to expand, move your body, and find ways to embrace joyful freedom more.

Before email and mail trucks were a thing, we had pony mail, which could take weeks to arrive to your mailbox. The information you're receiving doesn't match up to the reality you're soon living in. By the time you're reading the newspaper you have, another one will be on its way, contradicting the one in your hands. Reading over and over can help us feel ready to take on the world, but does it? Or is it keeping you in a loop of confirming news that confirms the news that conforms to the news you're expecting?

Newsflash: the most important place, the space that occurs before it's recorded in the papers, is the place your attention should focus on. If you can meet up with your friends in person, try hanging out with them outside of chatting online. Allow yourself to experience life alongside someone, to feel the wind in your hair as they drive; if you have a pet, spend an afternoon with them on a long walk. A friendly person who can help you desires connection.

Life is a mix of bright and sunny days, mixed with cloudy and rainy days. There are days to be serious and days to be goofy. There are times to stay at home online and times to go out with others. There are moments to feel sadness and worry, and moments of humor and happiness. Take it easy on yourself, pile 2, and whatever topic has you fixated on it, allow yourself the chance to step outside, walk away, and feel the light of the sun and moon on your face.

Pile 3. River 🌊

Desire, Cyclamen, Reminiscence; Tree, Protection, Animus, Star, Crossroads

It's okay to not know everything about your path ahead, pile 3. You may be figuring things out as you go along, without any set marker. You're being reminded that whatever path you take, things will turn out okay. Many twists and turns can make a long river, but you will be prepared. It's safe to keep moving in the flow with the currents. When the rolling waves seem slow and steady, it's best to ride along with it, for you have more time than you think to row through.

At times you may desire to keep your boat docked, unable to leave the shore and its many amenities. You may look back on what you used to love (or perhaps found addicting) and wish it were easier to wave it away. Don't be afraid to take souvenirs with you, to remind you of the good times you had. It'll make the transition smoother for when it's time to depart to your next destination. Big changes often require carrying things lightly.

Your north star is shining its beacon out to you. To find it, you must make it; to make it, you must find it. You must set your course by getting clear on where you most want to go. No one else can make this choice for you, for it's your unique trip. The map is with you, provided to you by years of experience and growth. There may be many different distractions, and it's okay to stop to them first just to explore instead of making it to the end goal right away. It's all part of your grand adventure, and the many secrets and surprises make it all the more exciting..

When there's a wish, there's a way. You have the drive within you to set sail towards your greatest yearning in life. Even if it doesn't seem it, you are able to channel the bravery and passion from within. When the skies are dark and you cannot navigate with the stars, you can look to the light beaming out from your soul to find your own way.

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2024, @VitaminseeTarot ™

[alilarew23]

make your desires small

you know how everything you have in your current physical world you just sort of...have?

you have a phone. you have a stuffed animal. you have a car. you have a boyfriend. you have an apartment. you have a cello.

and unless you're directly engaged with them you don't really think about them all that much?

and when you do think about them they're just sort of...there?

in consciousness?

just a part of you?

your desires are no different.

soon after they materialize in your physical world (which they will--god's promise--chill lol), they're going to go from being these enormous aspects of your consciousness which you've imbued with so much power and meaning to just...being there.

to you just...having them.

normal. natural. small (smol).

even the desires you qualify as "big."

yes, even that million, even your beloved SP.

they're just going to exist, and you'll still be right there at the center of everything, imagining.

generating thoughts and feelings.

so hear me out.

why not make them small now?

why not let them simply exist in your consciousness, let 'em swirl around, and when they come boop-boppin' to the forefront of your mind, which of course they will, give them no more energy than a gentle, almost-apathetic shrug and an, "oh yeah, that's mine, it's done" and then move on?

and by "move on" i mean take all the energy you've been putting into "getting" them or worrying you're "doing something wrong" or "might not get them" (they're already yours, goofball, stop!) and put it instead into building yourself up?

building up who you are--your I-AM-ness--in relation to them?

building up your--you guessed it!--self-concept.

you desire them for a reason, and that reason exists in whatever feeling you imagine they're going to give you.

you think your SP is going to make you feel more loved and whole? you think that book deal is going to make you feel successful? you think that thiccccc paycheck is going to make you feel secure?

well, i've got news for you.

they're not.

because your desires don't exist outside of you.

they are not separate from you.

they ARE you.

right now, and when they materialize, they'll still just be aspects of your consciousness, and the only power and meaning they'll ever hold is the power and meaning you give them.

in imagination.

the FEELING you give them.

in imagination.

which, for whatever reason, is something you imagine you are lacking now.

so ask yourself for real: this thing or this person or this whatever i'm trying to get, what feeling have i attached to it?

how can i give myself that feeling now?

not so you can "get" your desires faster--though inevitably you will, because when you put that energy back on yourself and fulfill yourself within that is *always* when the magic happens--but instead because, well, it'll always just be you, and your imagination.

and you're god.

and god deserves to feel loved now. god deserves to feel whole now. god deserves to feel successful now. god deserves to feel secure now.

because god already IS.

loved. whole. successful. secure.

because you already ARE.

loved. whole. successful. secure.

and everything else you desire to be.

everything else you desire to feel.

you already ARE.

i promise.

so please, beloved, don't wait.

make yourself big now.

you are so beyond worthy of this.

[chuckeroo777]

Frieren Liveblog- Chapters 9-12

Welcome back! Last time, we finally got our main mission! Let's see what meager progress they make this time!

This scene is sweet, even if I don't think Heiter can fulfill this promise.

Uh-oh. Fern is totally gonna fall for the monster's deception.

Have I mentioned how cute these two are?

So, what if instead of silly Amongus shenanigans, the shapeshifter inflicted pure psychic damage.

Heh, Himmel is such a goodie two shoes that his evil doppelganger surrendered immediately.

...Fern is frighteningly powerful. Frieren probably even more so.

):

There's no way this pans out the way they think. Right?

Naturally, as soon as I compliment their power, they run into a foe immune to the big'ol blast.

Ah. I'm guessing this will be the guy with the axe I briefly glimpsed when checking the timescale. I wonder if this will be a core cast of three, or if they'll gain any other companions?

With silence that pointed, Stark is either really good, or really bad.

Fern, please prevent Frieren from delving too deep into the forbidden magicks. That stuff can be used for great evil.

How very interesting. Gonna toss this theory out before the reveal: Stark didn't intimidate the dragon. The dragon is Stark's comrade. That's why he's upset to hear they attacked it.

Lmao, come back when you have a proper scar vertically bisecting your eye, like a real warrior.

Ah yes, I knew Frieren had good taste. Another Golem appreciator.

Ah, so not a secret dragoon. (Though with a little luck, that could still become true by the end of the chapter.) Hopefully he isn't too whiny if he's gonna stick around.

Fear not the man who learns 100 techniques, but the man who uses one technique so much he reshaped an entire cliff face, holy cow dude. Even if his gumption is low, his power is high. Hopefully that axe is adamant or something. Can't imagine how much repair a steel axe would need over three years of chopping solid rock.

Oh no. Don't tell me these two are going to have a romance arc. I can feel it in my gut. Maybe I'll warm up to it later, but for now, Fern is too good for you Stark.

Fern would rather not play tag with a dragon today.

I see you are approaching me. (That's another manga I've got to get around to reading eventually.)

Crit stacking builds are always fun. Reminds me of the last campain I was in, where our warrior was THE dps, laying down ridiculous damage with his two handed mattock. Alas, he had the weakness of dozing off before the session was over, leaving the rest of the party to fend for themselves.

God, I love this stoic little gremlin.

You could always just use booze. I'm sure Heiter would love it.

Noooo! Not you too! Turn away from the dark side Fern!

Unfortunately, in my experience, getting into trouble is practically all adventurers do. A little surprised Frieren isn't more of a troublemaker, but I suppose she is exceptionally patient.

Yep, they're totally flirting, whether they know it or not.

:/

Odds of you returning in time are... not amazing, considering the themes being explored. Then again, if this mission is successful, you could always talk to him in Aureole.

Curses! My slovenly plans have been foiled!

Another fun session. Stark seems like a good addition to the crew. With one companion from Hieter, and one from Eisen, I wonder if we will get someone connected to Himmel, or if that's just Frieren.

[kurogane2512]

Hello! Can I request maybe some.. sub!eden (from honkai impact) x dom!reader? :3

take your time!

Omg I love Eden so much I was hyped for this! <3

18+ CONTENT MDNI

Game: Honkai Impact 3rd

Characters: Eden x fem!Reader

Type: Smut and Fluff (oral, teasing, sub and needy Eden <33)

"Come in~"

Eden mused as a knock was heard on the dressing room's door.

"Ah, it seems you are almost ready." you said as you walked inside, looking at Eden sitting in front of the mirror with a makeup artist beside her.

"Ms Manager, how much time do I have?~" Eden asked, looking at you in the mirror.

"About 20 minutes, we should do some vocal exercises then get going."

The makeup artist bowed and left at your instruction, leaving you and Eden alone in the room. You came behind Eden and gently caressed through her hair to set them then picked up the red lipstick bottle and applied on her soft and supple lips.

"You look beautiful, Ms Eden." you said with a smile after putting down the lipstick.

Eden smiled back and you were about to walk away but she held your hand and stopped you, making you turn around to face her.

"Ms Manager, won't you help me warm up my voice?~" Eden smirked, and you knew very well what she meant.

Within moments, you were on your knees between Eden's plush thighs and lapping her sweet cunt. Her fingers gently entwined in your hair in an attempt to push you deeper since you were only licking her outer folds, making her desperate.

"Mhm~ Y-Y/n, hurry up...aahn!~"

Eden pleaded in her angelic voice, trying to bring you closer as she wrapped her thighs around your neck to prevent you from moving away.

"You know scandalous it would be if we were found out, Ms Eden? Having such kind of relationship with your manager wouldn't reflect well on your status, ma'am~"

"N-Nghh!~ You'll take....c-care of it....mhm....I know~"

You chuckled then began licking her clit, giving it small kitten licks. Her head threw back and voice cried out as she leaned against the table, her other hand also grasping your hair now and pulling you deeper. You glanced at your wristwatch to see how much time was left and fortunately, you could still carry on a bit longer.

You felt her thighs loosen their grip around your head then all of a sudden, you pulled away from her dripping core, depriving her of all pleasure and stimulation.

"It's almost time now, Ms Eden. They'll call for you soon." You spoke with sincerity, showing as if you didn't just have your face on her cunt. She looked at you in shock then stabilised herself and stood up, throwing herself in your arms desperately.

"N-No, don't leave me like that...."

You smirked, "Like what?~"

".....Please continue, just a little more...."

You pulled her face up by her chin, "Continue what, Ms Eden?~"

Her face flushed and she pouted, looking extremely adorable to you.

"Don't be so mean to your artist, Ms Manager. Didn't you promise to fulfill all my needs so that I can perform well?~"

You snaked your right arm around her waist and slid the left down her thigh, gently grabbing it. She instinctively wrapped her arms around your neck and pulled you closer by your collar to connect your lips together, engaging in a deep and passionate kiss. You then picked her up and pinned her against the dressing table, settling her on the edge before moving down between her legs again.

"We can't spoil your makeup and dress now; don't worry, I'll make up for it after the show~"

You wrapped your lips around her clit and sucked on it, her body arching up in response. You continued sucking on her clit and she was eager for you to finally touch the place she most wanted to but you denied her, still. You instead began kissing her inner thighs, mischievously looking at her,

"Y/n! You are wasting time. Just do it!"

"You'll have to tell me what you want me to do, Ms Eden~"

"....Just make me cum already!"

"Hehe, as you wish~"

You caught her off guard as you inserted your tongue inside her core, parting her wet and spongy walls to touch her most sensitive spots. She moaned the loudest ever, arching back and wrapping your head between her thighs tightly.

"Aaaaahn!~ Y/n! Yes! T-There.....mhmmmm!~"

You scissored your tongue inside her, simultaneously playing with her clit with your thumb. Her chest heaved as she whimpered and cried out loudly, pulling you closer than ever and rutting her hips against your mouth.

"Close! Y/n, I'm cumming!~"

You pushed her legs up slightly to gain a better angle and that made her see stars as she finally released, angelic voice echoing in the room while you lapped up her juices and cleaned her. All of a sudden, a knock was heard on the door behind you.

"Ms Eden, we are ready for you!"

You chuckled then looked at Eden's panting state, she smiled then sat up and composed herself while you fixed her dress and checked her appearance.

"Mhm, you are all ready now. All the best, Ms Eden."

She stood up and proceeded to walk out but beside you and leaned near your ear to whisper, "I'll be waiting at our usual spot after the show. This time, I'll reward you for being my hardworking Manager~"

[rosietrace]

A Deck left untouched

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“Do you remember this story? After all, you were the villain of it.”

༝ㅤ･ㅤ˚ㅤ。ㅤ.ㅤ⋆ㅤ✧̣̩⋆̩☽⋆゜【♛】

『 Etteilla 』 — General Information 「 The Dormitory 」

『 Name Meaning

Etteilla — The pseudonym of Jean Baptiste Alliette. A man who is known for his many contributions to the art of tarot reading. 』

✧ A former dormitory of Scepter Hall Institute

↳ Once founded under the unity of the mortal and immortal, now lost to time

✦ Made during the early stages of Scepter Hall Institute's history. Back when their original location was within the confines of the Briar Valley.

✧ Due to ████████ , the dormitory had fallen into obscurity, and soon forgotten throughout history.

✦ To this day, no member of the academy's alumni who were alive at the time of Etteilla's disbandment are allowed to speak of it.

↳ This is due in part with the fact that the academy had faced a great deal of losses around the same time of the dormitory's disbandment.

「 It seems the page has been ripped in two…. 」

↭ For more information; 『 A Dorm lost to Time 』

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『 Etteilla 』 — 「 The inner circle 」

✦ Individuals of the original dormitory, and individuals who had nothing to do with it all. 26 members, 21 cards.

✧ All of which, are under the control of Mistress Alliette — their leader. Their savior. Their Traveler.

✦ Their mistress has a goal. A goal that they must assist her in fulfilling. She freed them, and in turn, they'll return the favor with her assistance.

「 This is as far as the Mistress can allow. 」

↭ For more information; 『 A Deck of Cards 』

「 Main Story — Twisted Wonderland, Project A.V.A 」

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「 The Arcana 」 — Completed

The Mistress — The Traveler

〈0〉The Fool — The Anomaly

↳ 愚者 — エル

〈1〉The Magician — From One to Four

↳ 魔術師 — オベロン

〈2〉The High Priestess — Fallen from Grace

↳ 女教皇 — イーデン

〈3〉The Empress — The Mother of Venus

↳ 女帝 — アイシャ

〈4〉The Emperor — The Father of Mars

↳ 皇帝 — カリスト

〈5〉The Hierophant — Right and Wrong

↳ 教皇 — ゼラ

〈6〉The Lovers — The Mistress' Arrow

↳ 恋人 — ��キー

〈7〉The Chariot — A swift blow to the head

↳ 戦車 — エンヤ

〈8〉Strength — War Incarnate

↳ 正義 — カリン

〈9〉The Hermit — Hidden Forgeries

↳ 隠者 — ヒミツ

〈10〉The Wheel of Fortune — Endless Possibilities

↳ 運命の輪 — トラ

〈11〉Justice — The Disgraced Knight

↳ 力 — ノリコ

〈12〉The Hanged Man — The Executed

↳ 吊された男 — アルバート

〈13〉Death — The Loss of Juventas

↳ 死神 — メイヴェン

〈14〉Temperance — Divine Narration

↳ 節制 — エミル

〈15〉The Devil — Forgotten Warmth ✧ Forgotten Laughter

↳ 悪魔 — マリス・マレン

〈16〉The Tower — Promise of Prometheus

↳ 塔 — アセフィオン

〈17〉The Star — Lady of the Cosmos

↳ 星 — ステラ

〈18〉 The Moon — The Diva

↳ 月 — エララ

〈19〉 The Sun — The duplication of Phoebus Apollo

↳ 太陽 — ハルカ

〈20〉 Judgment — The Betrayed Trident

↳ 審判 — テミス

〈21〉 The World — E.A.N.E

↳ 世界 — コスマ

「 ❐ Disclaimer; Etteilla has been completed prior to the creation of this post. I would like to apologize for the fact that you cannot add on to the current number of members in Etteilla. 」

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[yakool-foolio]

what if. alternate universe where the other detectives in the NDA were actually around in chapter 5. because what the fuck Writers.

I have my whole chapter 5 fix-it post, but rather than just leaving it at that, I don't mind going into more detail about my reasons behind some of my changes.

Having the NDA detectives interact and work together post-chapter 4 was a huge missed opportunity. I assume that while Yuma is on the rooftop with Kurumi as she talks about Yakou's motive, Vivia is with the other detectives telling them the same thing. It's why Desuhiko says that Number One doesn't really know anything about what happened and Fubuki wishes the WDO sent in support sooner so they could've been there before Yakou received Yomi's letter. And yet, that's really all we get to see of the other detectives processing the aftermath of the truth behind Yakou's murder and death.

I still wish to keep Yuma as the one who does the investigation on his own (cause let's be real Kurumi isn't much of a help until she explains the Blank Week) because he's used to relying on others for their powers to aid him. But without that, he's back to square one like he was on the train, except this time he has the experience he's gained from his time with his allies to guide him. I also feel like the fake corpses were a very easy to see through lie as soon as the initial shock dies down. So I did what I could to remedy that by having the detectives leave their 'field research' notes and one of their accessories behind as a trail for Yuma to follow in hopes they'll all find each other and reunite. It still gives that shock of 'oh shit they might be dead' cause why would they leave behind one of their belongings (along with Makoto rolling with it and lying that they died with his announcements), but it's not as forced as the fake corpses.

Can't continue without saying that while it's definitely self-indulgent, much like Vivia himself, having the phantom detective and Yakou meet again after chapter 4 would be a heartbreaker. Yuma has to stand and watch as Vivia tells the zombified chief he wishes he'd spoken up sooner. Knowing what he knows now, he'd give up his peace and quiet to save Yakou, and he's ashamed for turning his back on what he witnessed as a ghost. But seeing Yakou again, as much as he wished it wasn't like this, gives Vivia a spark of hope to continue on with his investigation and save the city. He wants to fulfil Yakou's request more than ever, and Yuma couldn't agree more.

And finally, I think we can all agree that the NDA detectives deserve one big found family group hug. When they never thought they'd see each other again after their lives were put in danger in the abandoned village, a tearful wave of relief cascades down upon them. They confront Makoto together as a group, upholding their promises to themselves and their chief. And when the Mystery Labyrinth is over, all the detectives are there for Yuma, the real Number One, as he explains himself to them. Despite everything he says, they embrace him, not as the leader of the WDO, but as their friend who helped them bring the truth to light.

[vampuppyy]

🏳️‍🌈 for don limbus and iori crsm house

OH GOD ok uh. Adding some stuff for the hcs because I'm having funsies ^_^

Ok. Don quixote limbus. I'll be very honest yes I do think she's a lesbian but like in the very queer sense of the word because i also don't think she's fully a girl. Don is the peak of genderqueerness for me and I don't think she'd care so much as to label her sexuality. Lesbian who'd kiss masc people even if i can go so far as to say it. Like def relates to lesbians etcetc but yeah. Body wise yeah she's shortie but also I definitely feel she has some muscle, especially on arms and thighs. Also if I can be self indulgent that's my top surgery girlie <3 def got it at some point and it's prob those sharp stylized ones if yk what I mean!!! Neopronoun hoarder, really like using cir/cirs for her <3

Iori crsm...... My beautiful transfem in denial. The peak of "I'm probably trans but I have a job rn so idrc about that" everyone in the fucking household is aware there's something going on with their gender but Iori herself will never acknowledge it at ALL. Considering my other hc of transmasc kei these fuckers swapped clothes all the time back in hs and def fucked around with their gender presentation before Iori just went back presenting in a more androgynous fashion. They don't mind wearing maid dresses skirts etc but they refuse to think about gender. Ever. One day they'll think about stuff I promise. Peak of unlabeled to me, never gave a shit to pinpoint his romantic nor sexual attraction and just loves people ^_^ queer if anything and absolutely necessary to put it into words, also 100% on arospec (not on acespec though). Hypersexual (also bpd lol) freak but more in control of it than amahiko. Really thin body due to not eating ever at alllll. Like you can see his rib bones thin. It's gotten better since he started living in the house w the others making sure he's eating but it's still worrisome. Used to pass out constantly because of that and overworking but it's getting better :]. Flattest ass in the wooooorld. Verse bottom btw I refuse to believe this man tops but he can definitely either dom or sub nods. Freak. Hope she realizes stuff soon and fulfills her petplay dreams

[atopvisenyashill]

Book Daemon, at least, appeared to have genuine feelings for both Laena and Rhaenyra. If she said she would marry him after winning the throne, I don't think he would have left her. Show Daemon though seems to care less for anyone except Viserys.

WEll.......while I do agree it's very obvious in the books that Daemon loved both Laena and Rhaenyra, and I kinda roll my eyes when people insist he only loved one of them, and yeah, I definitely agree book Daemon would agree to hold off on marrying if she promised a Specific Date (ie after I get the throne/after Jace and Baela have a kid). BUT. I don't agree he doesn't care about anyone but Viserys in the show. I think a) erasing his love for Laena is just point blank nonsensical and stupid and i will fight and die on that hill against anyone who wants to argue that stupid ass "well what relationship does it make sense to make the emotional base of the show, rhaenicent and daemyra or laenyra and daemyra" because none of those things are actually in opposition to each other but also b) again, like most of the blacks in the second half of the show, daemon seems to not have many very close relationships outside of Viserys and Rhaenyra because they just cut all the relevant scenes. We barely see him interact with Baela, Rhaena, or Jacaerys, and they don't really make Steffon Darklyn stand out, he doesn't live on Driftmark with Laenor, Rhaenys, Laena, and Corlys, so Daemon is just like, being a weirdo all over Westeros without any real emotional ties.

BUT. I do think the fact that Daemon doesn't have as many clear cut emotional ties also does make his more erratic or goofy ass behavior in show canon make more sense. Because he's constantly waiting for (imo) Viserys or Rhaenyra to make the first move here, he isolates himself, but he also never quite explains that he feels discarded/jerked around outside of moments where he's just straight up arguing with Viserys. I also think show Daemon has a few more....scruples? shall we say? When it comes to his seductions of both Rhaenyra and Laena than book Daemon does. Book Daemon clearly does not care about the age differences between him and the women he's involved with (or, well, if he does care, he doesn't show it very much) whereas show Daemon is (rightly) wrestling with the appropriateness of eloping with a teenager. IMO, that's why he stays in Pentos instead of writing to come home to Viserys; he can't really tell Rhaenyra "you were too young" when he's shacked up with someone even younger than her, whereas in the book, he never "abandons" Rhaenyra nor does he keep Laena from her home for very long, so he just doesn't have that emotional issue with them.

So like yes, while I do think his attraction to Rhaenyra is completely tied up in his attraction to Viserys, I think it's also very clear he is attracted to Rhaenyra, and he craves emotional validation from her in the exact same way he does from Viserys. It's why he's so weird at Driftmark with the both of them when he first comes back; he's once again panicking, feeling both that they don't want him there, they're just placating him and they'll reject him again soon, he's third wheeling this dynamic, etc., while also feeling extremely guilty over not fulfilling his "role" of protecting them, of once again taking advantage of Rhaenyra when she's emotionally vulnerable, of being able to ~see clearly~ that Viserys is surrounded by vipers and doing nothing to stop it, etc etc.

[lowkeyclueless5137]

Day 6- Bed Time Story

Pair:Malleus x Idia x Azul

Prompt: -

Au: Medieval au

Notes: not moi fulfilling my medieval folklore wants, no sir, Def not! :3

Additional note: You can read this for some context.

Once upon a time, in a land far, far away, there was a King and Queen.

And they wanted a baby so bad, but it was futile. The Queen simply couldn't conceive a child. Soon, the kingdom lost all hope of having a heir. And the couple were falling into more dispair, their hope of having, at least 1 child, seemingly a distant dream.

One day, the Queen was walking through the garden. It was gloomy, never a flower blooming in it. The leaves rustled under her shoes as she weeped for, yet again, she couldn't have a child of her own.

"Why are you crying, my queen?" An old woman asked, her beady eyes framed by various wrinkles. "Why shouldn't I? I can bear no child." She weeped, crystaly tears falling onto her round cheeks as the old woman wiped them with a hankerchief. "Don't cry my dear..." She said with a warm smile, putting in the queen's hands 2 seeds. "You are a beautiful woman... To bear a child just as beautiful as you, I gave you this 2 seeds. Put them in a pot and keep them at your window. If one sprouts, you'll have a child. If both do so, you'll have 2. If it's a poppy, you'll have a boy, but if it's a rose, you'll have a girl." She explained.

"But beware... Your first child will have to leave your palace at a given time... They will fall into the devil's whims and doom us all if you don't teach him." She warned, before leaving as a small dove, flying into the sunset.

The queen hastily put the 2 seeds in a pot, by the window. She watered it with the purest water the kingdom could offer and set them by the window of her chamber. She slept by her husband's side that night, promising him that finally, they'll have a chance at a child.

In the morning, the rooster bearly could sing his morning ballad that the queen went to her window, her husband close behind. Both were anxious as they peered over, to see the pots.

The sun was raising, showing with its light 2 small plants, growing. One was taller than the latter, it's small scrawny leaves trying to cover the smaller one's head. The royal couple looked at each other in awe.

In a year, the queen gave birth. And on the day she birthed, the first flower bloomed into a beautiful poppy. A small boy came to the world and the whole kingdom was celebrating it. They had a little prince!

And they named him Idia.

Still, in the pot, another flower was growing, as the poppy remained bloomed, it's blood red petals not once flattering at all. And Idia grew into a small boy, with curios golden eyes like his father and pale skin like his mother. On his head, his hair was made of fire, which scared the servants for years. Yet the blue flames, oh so loving and inviting, only brushed by like a warm blanket when the child would rest in his mother's lap as she told him stories about fairies and monsters.

Yet the 2nd flower in the pot, came to also bloom. Another poppy, smaller, yet still beautiful, made the queen to bring to the world a 2nd child, whom was named Ortho.

Idia was small, young, bearly as tall as the king's knees, when Ortho was sleeping in his crib. A small, peaceful face, with round cheeks and coal like hair, curly like his mothers. Idia looked to the side, tilting his head. He still couldn't understand what was wrong with it. Something was wrong. His mother, by his side, smiled and told him that nothing was wrong with the sleeping child, but Idia insisted that something was wrong.

And years later, the smaller poppy started to wilt.

And Ortho grew ill with it.

Doctors were running, people were panicking, the king and queen were crying. Everyone said the same: 'there's no cure! That's a sickness of the devil!', they cried.

And Idia, now a fine man, stood by the bed of the boy, his blue flames licking at the younger's hand as Idia sobbed, begging the latter to get better.

"Tell me... What can I do to find a cure?" the older brother cried out to no one but himself, but the younger was long gone to his illness. He was alive still, but in pain, in useless pain as people were still trying to find some cure, like some headless chickens trying to eat.

"You are in pain... In so much pain... Let me soothe you..." A voice responded, smooth and alluring as Idia perked up at the sound. Ortho was fully asleep, his chest raising up and descending just as slow. "Whose there?!" the older prince rose up on his feet, drawing out his sword. He was shaking on his feet, bearly holding the weapon still as he looked around.

"Foolish prince... To think some mere metal could slay me..." The voice rolled out as a man stepped out from behind Idia. "To think you could actually harm me..." he smiled devilishly as his hand grabbed gently on Idia's chin, forcing him to look at the bed of his I'll brother.

"But if you truly want to save this dying flower... Do as I wish... Leave the regal garments when I will ask and be my servant." he whispered. Idia closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. "Fine... I'll... Serve you..." He breathed out.

The next day, a fine man presented at the castle, on a big black stallion, as his horns imposed an air of authority. Everyone bowed down at the sight of him, yet the king stood tall and proud. "What do you wish out of my kingdom?" He demanded. The man simply made a short bow, before facing the monarch with a smile. "I want your eldest, sire. In exchange, I can offer the cure to heal your youngest." He offered.

The king, hesitant, summoned Idia forward and asked him. "My son... This man says he has the cure for your brother... But he wants to take you away." "And I'll do as he says, father..." Idia looked down at the floor, head low and flames dim, as if ashamed of himself. "I plead you, father... Let me go... Ortho needs to be healed..." He begged.

And the king finally indulged, accepting Malleus's offer.

The said man gave to the king a pot of water, pure and clear like no one has ever seen. He told him: 'half of the pot goes to the poppy and half to the ill' and the king did as told. Half in the pot of poppies and half to the bedridden prince.

As the sun dawned over a new day, Ortho was just like new. His rosy cheeks and big doe eyes radiating with health. It was a miracle and the family couldn't be more happier.

Yet Malleus still demanded to take the eldest away with him.

"My son... My beautiful boy... That man is the devil we were warned about..." The king sat down Idia for a last talk. "Whatever you do... Kill him in his weakest and run away as far as you could... You're in your life's height, find a good spouse and come back home healthy..." He advised. Idia took a deep breath. "I can't... I promised to serve him... I'm afraid I cannot do anything anymore..." He breathed out.

And so, the Queen weeped, the young prince cried and the king was so sadned when they had to watch their eldest leave behind the one they saw as pure evil.

"Where do you want to go?" Idia warily asked Malleus. "I want to find a beautiful spouse for my kingdom to rejoyce." he puffed proudly. "I want the child of the red empress." he mused.

And for 3 days and 3 nights, the 2 had to venture through the unknown, until the palace of the red empress was seen. Tall towers to pierce the skies, roofs made of silver and golden doorframes. And Malleus, with no shame on this world, knocked on the doors to be welcomed inside.

"You came for my son's hand?!" The empress was outraged at Malleus's request. "Well aren't you bold? I'll give you 3 days and 3 tasks... If you do all of them... My son's hand is yours..." She mused and Malleus accepted this challenge.

"But if you don't... I'll have your head on a pike! And so will be your servant!" She warned.

For the night, the 2 newcomers were urged to sleep in a guest chamber, with a not so wide bed. "What are we going to do?" Idia asked, sleep hardly finding him. "Sleep... And then we'll see what it is asked of us." Malleus mumbled, hand hugging the firehead as he got almost engulfed in the fire hair, oh so warm and inviting.

The next day, in the morning, the empress gave them their first task: bring for his son gems, but not just any gems! Gems so beautiful and clear that one can forget their Woes by just looking at them.

"We don't even know where to look at for a beginning!" Idia mumbled as he and Malleus walked among the halls, contemplating their 1st task.

"I can help you..." A voice piped in as a man dressed in rags mused. He holded a mop and his white hair had a cloth covering most of it from the back. "A servant?" "I merely wash the halls... But I saw many like you go and fail... The empress put their heads on pikes and their bodies were turned into mud for the pigs." Idia trembled a bit at the description. "Then... Please aid us..." Malleus asked.

"I will... But everything has a price..."

Both Malleus and Idia looked at each other before at the 3rd. "What do you wish for? Riches? A better house? Some noble position?" He insisted. "What I want... Is to not say my name to the empress unless she demands it. She can't know I'm helping you at all!" The servant insisted. "Consider it done." Malleus puffed. "But what is your name that you fear so much?" Idia tilted his head.

"My name? Azul. My name is Azul."

And the servant helped the 2. In a few hours, Malleus and Idia presented to the empress the most beautiful gems, sparkling like stars and so clear one could see their face in. Her majesty was pleased for the day, so she indulged for the 2 to sleep here another night.

"You have a kind heart, Azul..." Malleus spoke with the servant that night. "Maybe you should come with us... Malleus isn't that scary as he looks..." Idia mumbled. The latter seemed bashful, looking in another part with a blush dusting his cheeks. "I am merely a servant... I cannot offer you anything..." "I beg to differ..." The tallest of the 3 insisted. "But that is something we should talk about later... We can't let guards catch us in the middle of the night..." Idia reasoned.

The next day, the empress demanded to be brought to her a golden goose who makes golden eggs. And again, Azul helped the 2 get the bird and present it to the empress. She indulged for a final night spent in here, before the final task.

"I... Can't help you anymore..." Azul spoke at night, on the dark hall. "And we won't ask for more. You've done more than enough... I wish we could properly repay you." Malleus mused. "Run away with us, Azul! We... I don't know... We could go to Malleus's kingdom... Or mine! It doesn't matter... You won't have to clean halls all day long." Idia insisted.

"I... Can't... As I told you... Keep my name a secret until the empress demands for it... Tomorrow... Tomorrow is your last day... That's where most perished..." He grabbed the 2's hands in his. "Please... I plead to you... Be careful... I don't want to see your heads on pikes..." He begged.

Malleus hugged gently the 2 as Idia ran his hand through the puffy white hair. "Promise us... You'll come with us after all this..." Idia whispered. "I-" "Azul... You begged of us... So we beg of you as well..." Malleus insisted.

That night, 3 people slept in a chamber meant for only 2.

But in the morning, Azul was nowhere to be found. He usually appeared to greet the 2 in the morning, even going as far to steal a sweet gaze from the 2. But today, it was like the earth swallowed him whole!

The empress called the 2 forth today. And both boys presented on one knee each before her Majesty. "For your 3rd and last task..." She made a pause as 3 people entered the room, all 3 dressed like royalty. "If you wish to have my son's hand, tell me who he is..." She gestured towards the 3 males.

The first one had shiny ebony hair, their piercing green eyes just like emeralds. He was dressed in garments that could, alone, cost a fortune, beautiful and fitting for their tall and proud stance.

The second one was a man with long golden hair, tied by how it was fit. Their garments were even more elegant, as their face was radiant and carefree. Delicate, poise, with a perfect posture and alluring blue eyes.

And the 3rd one, was none other than Azul. The garments were draping over his body, as the once cinder smeared face was now clean and beautiful. The white hair neatly combed, blue eyes greedily taking glances towards the 2, when one wouldn't be looking.

"I'll let you advise with your servant and tell me your final Verdict." She mused, taking a seat on her lavish throne.

"If... He is a servant... Then we must decide in between the other 2... That is what he would want..." Malleus whispered to himself. Idia looked at him in horror. "He set us up! Don't you see?!" He whispered back. The taller nodded. "I am aware... Then... I'm ready to give my Verdict!" He declared, taking by surprise the empress.

Malleus proudly made his way towards the 3rd of the options, taking Azul's hands in his. "You asked of me to not speak your name unless its demanded... So we choose you..." he declared, Idia behind him with a soft smile. "And even if we are wrong... We wouldn't mind be executed for you..." the firehead added.

"And what is his name?" The empress asked. "My name is Azul... Mama... I decided..." The white haired boy replied, turning towards the throne and bowing before he resumed speaking. "I wish to be taken by them... For both shall get my hand in marriage..." He declared. The woman on the throne smiled, visibly pleased. "If that's what you wish for, dear, then we shall have a big celebration!

In 3 days, the invitations were sent and the wedding was prepared. Idia's family attended as well, happy to see their eldest ready to marry whoever his heart dictated.

Everyone celebrated, danced, ate and drunk for 3 days and 3 nights!

And so, our 3 lovers lived happily ever after! The end!

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"And they had a big palace?" Ortho asked as Azul exhaled with a small smile, tucking the young fairy into the bed. "I believe yes..." he mused, raising from the side of the bed. "Now you have to sleep, alright? Your brother will be upset if you don't rest." The latter nodded. "Goodnight, Ortho..." He mused, leaving the said room and going on the deck.

"What kind of story did you tell him this time?" Idia piped in, hugging the mer from behind. "Ah... Just how we meet... But I took the liberty to omit that it was all in secret..." He responded with a small kiss on the cheek.

"And I believe the little Shroud enjoyed it?" Malleus came forth, hugging the mer from the side as well, Azul responding with a soft nuzzle. "It's pretty late... Maybe you 2 should sleep... I'll handle the sailing for now..." He mumbled. "No way... We stay with you..." the firehead puffed. "You are so petty..." the mer pinched Idia's cheek in a playful manner, where he previously kissed him.

"And I assume, your heroes lived happily ever after in a big castle?" Idia piped in. "Like always... But I know you don't like them that much..." Azul mumbled. "A castle is pretty restrictive... Personally I prefer this ship..." Malleus hummed. "You like it because it's ours..." Idia refuted, which gained a giggle out of Azul.

"Well... Maybe the story wasn't a 1 to 1 replica... But this is definitely better..."

[canines-alter-creation]

uh! Hey guys! So if you guys didn't know, uhm Bunni and MJ and stuff are all part of a particular sidesystem. Every now and again our side systems sorta drift around, and they aren't as close to front at the moment, so requests might slow down a bit until they float back near front! Sorry about that, most of the rest of us aren't really all that interested in BAH stuff so we might not fulfill requests until they come back! Sorry guys! But I promise they'll pick them back up just as soon as they can!

[solar-sunz]

To my dearest Gabriel,

I do believe I’ve caught myself in quite the conundrum. I already know you're making that face at my words. Always had a way of seeing straight through me, you did. Would you be… offended, if I found someone new? I know you’d ‘want me to be happy’ and all that poppycock- but, would you truthfully want me to move on? I just- feel as though I’m betraying you, by even speaking to other people. I've- I’ve met this woman, you see… and she’s like.. No one I’ve ever met. She’s amazing-! Gabe and there's this other man, too… It’s obvious he has romantic intentions with me, he's not at all quiet about it. He, too, is breathtaking. Is that rude? I do not see myself in a longstanding relationship with him, or with her, but rather for fear of harming her. It’s been so many years- since we last laid together, since I’ve felt the considerate and careful touch of another person- I don't think anyone else could match up to you. But that's unfair to them, yes? I don't mean to be. It's been so long since I saw you last, Gabriel. I still remember how it felt. I feel disgusting, still feel ashamed of what that man was able to do to me. But you never pushed. Always allowed me to move at the pace I needed. And I think that's the most considerate and kind thing anyone has ever done for me. She is similar to you, in a way. Never pushes if I say ‘no’. Not that anything has happened, of course. I’m far too much of a coward to court her properly- and I’m not even sure if that's my intention! I’ve only known her for a month, and I knew you nearly all my life before I even considered the way I felt about you was more than friendship. And to my utter shock- you felt the same.

I do not believe she feels the same way about me, but I was never the best at being able to tell. She stayed the night at mine, last night… I gave her the bed, and I myself slept in a chair nearby- she had woken up in the middle of the night and came to fetch me, so I stayed nearby in case she roused again. I think she suffers from nightmares, poor dear. She's awfully kind to me, Gabriel. Like you wouldn't believe. Like I don't believe. Like I don't deserve, Gabe. I had planned to marry you. I don't think I’ve ever told you that. I wanted to run away together and have our own happy life- away from all the people who would harm us. It was always nice to think about- even if unrealistic. We could have been happy together, still- but… I do believe I’m at fault for that being an inability, now. I'm sorry. This was supposed to be a letter questioning our opinion, and now it's turned to this. I’m not sure if you even hear it when I read these to you, all these letters I’ve written to you. But I hope you do. Or at least, get to see them in some way. I wasn't given the ability to speak to or see the dead, but I hope you're doing well, wherever you are. I must return to my current home, now. Visitor to cater to and all. But it's always nice speaking to you. I'll be back soon after I’ve written to you again. I'm sure you know that, though. I think of you quite a bit these days, you know. I miss you terribly. It only seems to hurt more, the more people I see pass as I outlive them. But they say that my purpose is not fulfilled. They say once I complete my task they'll let me truly rest. I do not know what this task is, but I do hope they bring it around soon- I’m so tired. It's been too long. The civilians don't like me. I'm actively hunted. “Grab your torches and pitchforks!”, Like they're from the time we’re from. Unless I’m talking about the rifle-wielding ones. That's a whole other shoe box. I don't even want to begin to get into that. It’s harder to patch my wounds when you're not here to scold me for not being careful enough. The six have gained power. They reign over the city, taking up the most important roles and promising the people to get rid of me. And like sheep, they flock to them. They see me as the wolf. It's far too late to change my past actions or how the public views me. So I won't try. I’ll continue doing what I've done for the past 157 years. Pissing off the general public and taking out the true vampires in our society.

[miffy-junot]

Felix Yusupov on Rasputin's confessions

!! content warning for sexual abuse !! the passage containing this will be highlighted in red

"Really, you have a great deal of common sense, my dear boy," he declared one day. "You understand everything right away. I'll have you appointed minister, if you like." The offer took me aback; I knew how easy it was for him to carry out his promise, and I was horrified at the thought of being known as the protegé of such a man. I laughed and answered: "I'll give you my help willingly, but please, never dream of making a minister of me." "Why do you laugh? Perhaps you think I can't do what I say? I can do anything and everything I like, and everyone obeys me. You'll see. You'll be made a minister." He spoke with such assurance that I felt extremely uneasy. I could already imagine the general astonishment when the appointment was announced in the newspapers. "I beg of you, Grigori Yefimovich, do nothing of the sort. What kind of a minister would I make, anyway? And what's the use? It would be far better for me to help you secretly." "Perhaps you're right," replied Rasputin, "have it your own way." He continued: "It isn't everybody who thinks as you do; most people who come to me say 'Do this for me, do that for me.' Everybody wants something." "And how do you fulfill these requests?" "I send them to a minister or some other influential person with a personal note. Sometimes I send them directly to Tsarskoe Selo. That's how I hand out appointments." "And the ministers obey you?" "Every one of them!" cried Rasputin. "They all owe their positions to me. How could they disobey me? They know very well that if they don't obey me, they'll come to a bad end... ." After a moment's silence he continued: "Every one of them without exception is afraid of me. All I have to do to enforce my will is to bang my hand on the table. That's the way you aristocrats should be treated. You're filled with envy because I walk about the palace in great clumsy boots. Every one of you is a mountain of pride, and it's pride, my dear boy, that breeds sin. If you wish to please God, you must, above all, stifle any feelings of pride."

Rasputin burst into cynical laughter; he was tipsy and in a confidential mood. He went on to disclose his method for fighting pride. "And that's that, my dear fellow," he continued, smiling strangely. "Women are worse than men and have to be dealt with first. Yes, this is how I proceed: I take all the ladies to the public baths, I just say: 'And now undress and wash the muzhik.' If they put on airs, I have a good way of convincing them and ... they soon swallow their pride."

I listened in horrified silence to the abominable account which followed, the details of which are impossible to repeat. I was afraid to interrupt him, and, as he talked, he emptied glass after glass. "But why aren't you drinking?" he asked. "Are you afraid of wine? Yet it's the best of medicines; it cures every ill and isn't made up in a drugstore. It's a God-given remedy to strengthen body and soul. Wine makes me conscious of the tremendous power the Lord has bestowed on me. And, by the by, do you know Badmayev? There's a real doctor for you, who knows how to make up his own remedies. As for fellows like Botkin and Derevenko, (*Physicians of the imperial family.) they know nothing. Badmayev uses herbs provided by nature herself; they can be found in forests, in fields, on mountains ... God makes them grow, that's why they have divine properties." "Tell me, Grigori Yefimovich," I asked with some trepidation, "aren't the Tsar and the Tsarevich treated with these herbs?" "Most certainly they are. She herself and Annushka see to it, but they are afraid that Botkin will hear of it. I tell them constantly: 'If one of your doctors ever hears about my remedies, it will go very badly for the patient.' So they take great precautions." "What kind of medicine do you give to the Emperor and the Tsarevich?" "All kinds, my dear fellow. The Emperor is given a tea which causes divine grace to descend on him. His heart is filled with peace, everything looks good and cheerful to him. And anyway," continued Rasputin, "what kind of a Tsar is he? He's just a child of God. But you'll see how we'll settle things later on. Everything will be for the best then."

"What do you mean, Grigori Yefimovich? What will be for the best?" "You are too inquisitive, you want to know everything ... when the time comes, you shall know it all." I had never seen Rasputin so communicative. Obviously, so much wine had loosened his tongue. I wanted to seize this opportunity to learn as much as possible about the plots that were being hatched. I then suggested that we should go on drinking. For a long time we silently filled our glasses. Rasputin drained his at a gulp, while I only pretended to drink. After finishing a bottle of very heavy Madeira, he staggered to the sideboard to fetch another one. I filled his glass and feigning to replenish mine took up the conversation where we had left it: "Grigori Yefimovich, do you remember having said some time ago that you wanted me for an ally? I'll help you with pleasure, but you must tell me more about your plans. You've just said that there will soon be more changes; but when will that be? And why don't you tell me about them?" Rasputin stared at me intently; half closing his eyes, he said after a few moments of thought: "This is what is going to happen my dear fellow: enough of this war, enough bloodshed. It's time to end this slaughter. Isn't Germany our brother too? The Lord said: 'Thou shalt love thine enemy as thine own brother.' That's why the war must cease. He constantly opposes this; she won't hear of it either. Someone is certainly giving them bad advice. But what does it matter? If I give an order, they'll have to do as I say. But it's still early in the day, everything isn't quite ready, "When we've settled this matter, we'll make Alexandra regent during her son's minority. As for him, we'll send him to Livadia for a rest. He'll be glad to go, he's worn out and needs a rest. Down there, at Livadia, with his flowers, he'll be closer to God. He has enough sins on his conscience to atone for. A whole life of prayer wouldn't be enough to atone for this war. The Tsarina is a very wise woman, a second Catherine the Great. Anyway, she's been running everything lately, and, you'll see, the more she does, the better things will be. She's promised to begin by sending away all those chatterboxes at the Duma. May they go to the devil! Look at them, they have decided to rebel against the Lord's Anointed. Well, we'll give them a sound drubbing. They should have been sent packing long ago. All those who have found fault with me and complained will come to a bad end." Rasputin grew more and more excited. Under the influence of the wine, he forgot to keep a watch over his tongue. "I'm like a hunted animal," he said. "All the aristocrats want to destroy me because I stand in their way. On the other hand, the masses respect me because in spite of my caftan and heavy boots I've managed to become the Sovereign's adviser. It's God's will. God has given me this power. I can read men's most intimate thoughts. You have common sense, you will help me. I can arrange for you to meet certain people ... it will bring you a lot of money. But perhaps you don't need it, perhaps you're richer than the Tsar himself. Well, you can give the money to the poor! Everyone is the happier for a few extra pennies."

[...]

Each of my visits to Rasputin convinced me more and more that he was the cause of Russia's disasters, and that if he disappeared the diabolical spell cast over our Tsar and Tsarina would vanish with him, It seemed as though fate had led me to him so that I could see for myself his evil, destructive role. So, why wait? To spare his life only meant increasing the number of war victims and prolonging the country's miscry. Was there a single honest man in Russia who did not sincerely wish for his death?

source: Lost Splendour by Felix Yusupov, chapter 22

[rustyironskillet]

"Zombie" Apocalypse OC Chart

So I saw someone I follow use this template and wanted to make my own. I put zombie in quotations because my oc isnt really in a zombie apocalypse but more of whats going on in Mycopsychosys, a game by Delta Cat Studios, I'll link their twitter and itch.io below incase anyone want to check it out.

It is a really good game and is set in Spain, which is nice to see since I am also from there and I don't get to see lots of game set there. I really like their ideas for the world and while there are a few divergents from the game and the world of my oc, everything else i basically the same.

The OC's, name Apollo or Apo for short, lore is that they are sick and dying of cancer when their is a huge spore out break, infecting millions of people. They manage to not get infected by wearing a mask and get out of the hospital, which is full of infected people. Once escaping, Apo has to figure out what to do with the rest of their life and decides to get a journel and document their final days. Queue them traveling to as many places as possible and recording every single day in their journel, so that if in the future someone find their book, they would now how humanity ended.

In the background of all of this, the mycelium that is infecting people is slowly becoming more and more sentient and now has to ability to be more crafty when infecting other humans. It now can plan attacks, push peoples buttons, smoke them out of enclosed areas, etc, however, it lacks a lot compassion and empathy.

The mycelium, using the body of an infected person, finally catches Apo and is about to rip off their mask when Apo tries to strike a deal, if the mycelium lets them continue writing about the last days of humanity until their journel runs out of pages and then they'll willfully get infected. The mycelium agrees, partially because their is about a hand full of humans left alive in the world so its not like Apo can avoid, and partially because they want to see where this will got.

After a while of surviving the apocalypse together, the mycelium ended all humans except Apo by this point, Apo finally get on their last few pages. Unfortunately, their cancer is catching up to them so they ask the mycelium to bring them somewhere nice to die. The mycelium ends up taking them to the ground zero, where the physical mycelium is, and lays them down is a patch of mushrooms as Apo finishes writing their final page.

As soon as they finish, Apo give their journel to the mycelium and asks them to take care of the book and when they become a civilization, because Apo believe they can be, to let anyone read it so they can know how the last days of humanity were. The mycelium, who learned about different emotions and how to navigate thme through Apo, learns the last emotion they ever will from them, grief. They promise to fulfill Apo's last wish and Apo take off their mask reveling a smile that has been hidden under neath it and take a deep breath, in filling their lungs with the spores of the mycelium.

Sorry for the info dump on my oc but I hope you like their lore! The ending of it can just stay like that or it can have a good ending with the mycelium working to get rid of the cancer inside Apo and preserve their bodies till they are healthy again and can come back a see the future world, but I kinda prefer the original ending.

Anyway here is the character sheet.

Sorry for the bad quality of the images, I didn't draw this on an actual drawing software but on of those remarkable tables for pdf annotation.

Here are the links by the way

Mycopsychosys on itch.io

Delta Cat Studio Twitter

And the link to the blank templete