#rc meet

[onlyhappyvibes]

[uselessgay10101]

In all seriousness- she has no business being so beautiful

[lamieresoul]

This is actually ✨ICONIC✨. We love a feline loving man. 😭

I hope we get a option where he keeps this shirt, it's too cute! 💖

[mostlymobilegames]

Lada and Tata's relationship is the most normal out of all of them when it comes to its development and general lack of toxicity.

They're newly made friends who bonded over someone close to both of them who died, they're both loners, outcasts who struggle to fit in (Lada is the withdrawn shepherdess and Tata is "no one's girl") who get brought together by collective suffering. They're close in age and mentality. Their positions and reputations in the village are similar.

Tata's romance makes the most sense: two young women finding some (maybe) unusual comfort in each other due to shared trauma.

This is notable imo because female LIs rarely appear like the 'correct' decision. Sure, most of them are "the best friend" or "the roommate" or "the maid" but the story obviously doesn't present them as the player's best pick, the canon choice, as in her romance path is natural.

Can you tell I like this route?

[what-do-you-mean-theyre-evil]

The way I'm not romancing Dragan or Tata because I refuse to be a rebound

[roydeezed]

I play games really slowly and I finally got Kiryu his new fuckass suit that keeps popping up in the opening credits and

I was wondering what the chains on his shirt symbolized from when I first saw it and I think so far it feels like its showing how Kiryu is chained down by the life. The life of a Yakuza. And chained down by his devotion to the people he believes he owes his life to. I was talking to a friend who'd played the series about what the core themes of this series are and she explained to me about how it's more like this perception of the noble yakuza clashing against the brutal and harsh reality. She'd also mentioned how beating the full game unlocks a gallery with the meaning of back tattoos and because of those two things I can sort of imagine the devs have also infused details like Kiryu's shirt with as much detail. And along those lines the chains on his shirt basically representing Kiryu's devotion to that noble ideal of the yakuza while others use that to their advantage to control him.

[danielhicks0808]

Claude Frollo fic

18+warning! including : teasing, fingering, begging, and--of couse--sex.

"If it's sin, then let it be. I'll be mad if I stop!"Frollo was pacing in front of the bars that held Esmeralda. He seemed completely lost, and farly beyond loosing his mind. "The deepest sin will make the madest happiness." The shouting suddenly turned into a low whisper. "A priest and a witch can be together in the corner of hell, and I'll be the happiest--"

"BANG!" The door of the dungeon was kicked open, hard. A man walked in. He wasn't storming, but his face was cold. Frollo seemed to recognize the man because he stood frozen at the spot. His eyes were cold, too, but not with power but fear.

Keys clanged as the prison door swung, "You may leave now, mademoiselle. I apologize for everything you experienced. You're free to go. All charges dismissed." The girl's eyes sparkled with unbelieveble joy, then ran out quickly.

"Now, what shall I do with you?" The mysterious man turned around and faced Frollo. What's that burning in his eyes? Anger? or desire? or......both?

"Bishop." Frollo managed to say, voice trembling. "I--"

"Take your priest clothes off." Romulus--Yes, that's his name--rested his gaze between Frollo's neck and chest. The top button of Frollo's black robe wasn't doing it's job, so Romulus had to swallow to comfort himself. "I said TAKE IT OFF!" He raised his voice when seeing Frollo still hesitating.

He obeyed. The white chest revealed as Frollo started to unbutton. It looked even purer white compared to the black clothing. Romulus studied closely. Frollo wasn't the muscular kind since his passion was reading and learning. That also explained the color of his skin. Romulus sighed rather quietly while Frollo's hood was removed--His hair already turned grey, and didn't leave much to turn white, making almost everyone asuming he was around 55, but only a few people remember Frollo was only in his 30s. Romulus was one of them. He selected Frollo as archdeacon himself. There was no doubt that Frollo deserved the place, but most of all, Romulus wanted to keep him closer.

Similar to the young man, Romulus' parents decided to let him become a priest as a kid. He went to the same school as Frollo. They even became priest at the same age:19 years old. But there was a difference, that changed Frollo as it changed Romulus now. Unlike Frollo who had to hide his desire of women strictly, Romulus didn't have to. He was gay. And what made it simpler? He was only into one man--Claude Frollo.

Soon, the only piece of cloth left on Frollo was his brief, also white, so the red marks on his chest were clearly visible. It was plain that hi had slashed himself atleast four times, and it was still bloody. "So you're willing to do this for Miss Esmeralda, ay?" Romulus stepped forward and put out a finger, caressing the wounds.

Frollo hung his head, asuming this was part of the punishment. Until Romulus' lips pressed on his own. "Mmm...mmmm......hmm...mmm......" The two fingers that lifted his jaw moved to his nipples and started the rubbing and pinching. "Ah!" Romulus gave Frollo a beat to gasp, then sucked bits on his bottom lip. He licked the saliva which leaked out with moaning. Frollo couldn't help himself. With his whole life in the church, Romulus could let him collapse with the worst skill. Not to mention he was good.

Barely standing, Frollo's legs were quivering. The only reason he didn't topple was a strong hand on his back. He had no idea how to react to everything, especially his own reactions. He felt his warm liquid soak his brief. Blood flushed on his cheeks as his cock grew solid, dribbling more.

Apparently, Romulus noticed his changes, too. He brought his left hand to Frollo's hip and gave it a hard spank. Frollo yelped but sounded more like a whimper. "Why are your panties wet?" Romulus asked casually, pretending to be curious. "I...I......" Now, Frollo was very red. Romulus moved his fingers to the gap and rubbed outside the fabric. "Let me tell you why." He then began prying on the edge of Frollo's brief, little by little. "Don't help. I want to take it slow. Tell you what, I LOVE surprises." He went on murmuring, "I can't wait to know how enjoyed you are......"

Inside was a mess. Romulus sniggered at the sight. When he pulled the brief enough to see Frollo's cock, he knelt down and made Frollo lie between his knees. The right hand pulled away from his back, and turned to rest on the sensitive area beneath his cock. Frollo groaned as a finger went inside. His face whitened. But when the second finger was put in, he was whining, and trying not to look too comfortable, but his reaction gave in.

"Looks like you're enjoying, hmm?" Romulus grasped on the head. The other hand still letting two fingers in and out. Frollo's both hands were holding Romulus' shoulders, moaning. "Never had so much fun, so excited, ay? Me too."

Suddenly, Romulus stopped all moves and stood up. Frollo remain lying on the cold, hard floor. The fire that Romulus set in his body was blown out by no other than Romulus himself. "Why, why'd you stop?" he whimpered softly, confused and ashamed for feeling unsatisfied. He shivered as water on the stone floor damped his back. "Please......I...I want you, Bishop Chaleil." He fixed pleading eyes on Romulus, his cheeks flushing more than ever before.

"You want me......" Romulus knelt back down, and rest his palm on Frollo's left cheek, not surprised to find it hot. He just had this huge disire wanting to hear Frollo beg, but he hadn't expected this. Frollo trembled and closed his eyes at Romulus' touch, probably too shy to face what he just admitted. "For all these years, Claude......" Romulus felt Frollo's heart beating wildly, and smiled. Then, his collar tightened. Romulus quickly looked down, and saw Frollo opened his eyes, trying to unbutton Romulus' robe. When he saw Romulus watching, Frollo immediately lowered his arms, but got caught on the wrist. "Just rip it off next time." Romulus said, looking playful for the first time.

He straightened and ripped it off, exposing his body. Unlike the man under him, Romulus Chaleil was muscular, with his six-pack and all. Obviously, he didn't spend all his time on preying or on the court. He was also solid. After every piece of cloth away, Romulus lifted Frollo and rolled on his back, then slid in. Frollo's walls were already wet, so the cock fit in perfectly, but he still clenched his teeth when Romulus pressed him closer to go deeper. "If it hurts," Romulus whispered at his ear, "tell me."

"No, no...Don't, don't stop!" Frollo said, afraid Romulus would leave him hanging again. He responded with a kiss.

When they finally parted, Romulus said, cock in its place, "You've been torturing me every day, Claude. I...I can't believe we're doing this. Maybe it's my turn--" "To torture me." Frollo finished, "I will ruin you. I'm already ruined, so I don't care, but you...you don't, have to......" His voice traced away, sounding both guilty and worried.

"But I want to, Claude." Romulus cut in gently.

"I love it when you call me by my name." Frollo wriggled and whined. "I, I still don't know yours...yet. I just know you as Bishop Chaleil."

"Well, you know me more than that." Romulus chuckled then said, "It's Romulus. Romulus Chaleil, nice to meet you." Their bodies touched, close together, sharing breathe and heartbeat. Frollo hot, and Romulus warm.

"Romulus." Frollo repeated in a low voice. "I never thought I would fancy a man." he admitted, "I mean, Jesus......"

"Yeah, I know." Romulus hugged him tighter. "But I've loved you for more than 20 years. I know it's sin, but......let it be. I don't care. We'll go somewhere, far away, together." He waited for Frollo to answer.

Whether yes or no, Romulus thought, he will be mine.

[xserpx]

'You going to hang me now?’ He didn’t feel much joy at the thought, but not much sorrow either. Better’n rotting in that cell, he reckoned.

She watched him for a long moment. Blue eyes, and cold. Looked at him like she did the first time they met. Like nothing he could do would surprise her. ‘No.’

‘Eh?’ Hadn’t been expecting that. Left him disappointed, almost. ‘What, then?’

‘You can go.’

He blinked. ‘I can what?’

‘Go. You’re free.’

‘Didn’t think you still cared.’

‘Who says I ever did? This is for me, not you. I’ve had enough vengeance.’

Shivers snorted. ‘Well, who’d have fucking thought it? The Butcher of Caprile. The Snake of Talins. The good woman, all along. I thought you didn’t have much use for the right thing. I thought mercy and cowardice were the same.’

‘Mark me down a coward, then. That I can live with. Just don’t ever come back here. My cowardice has limits.’ She twisted the ring off her finger. The one with the big, blood-red ruby in it, and tossed it in the dirty straw at his feet. ‘Take it.’

— Best Served Cold by Joe Abercrombie

‘Some men just ain’t stamped out for doing good.’ Shivers took a deep breath, and smiled. A strange thing to see on that ruined face. ‘But it feels all right, even so. To let go o’ something.’

[hojiteaversion]

What does he MEAN???

[unnerving-presence]

omfggg i’m so tired of ppl acting like wesker kill you or tell you to kys the second you spoke to him no tf he wouldn’t y’all r annoying

[nesrinslittleworld]

"So how did the two of you meet?"

@borgiabarbie & I like ".... On a book discussion group online 😇"

[kazu-naito]

[uuuhshiny]

Russell Crowe in the Nice Guys

The Old man ;)

[mostlymobilegames]

Kay: We're just visiting my grandma, you better not wear the orange Mortal Kombat romper

Lou:

[sunshineandviolets]

Meera taking her new (and only) friend to one of her favourite places in town. However is yet to realise, this isn't the first time she met them.

[laptopcius]

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