#red ass in venice

[jbjonesxdomme]

Red Ass in Venice | F2F | JB and Delilah

Who: JB Jones and Delilah Jones @delilahjanepierce Where: Venice hotel room When: At some point during the trip Triggers: Spanking, no other triggers known.

JB and Delilah had been teasing eachother all day via text, and JB knew that Roman has spent a lot of the morning teasing Delilah with the vibrator in her ass through the app on his phone. But the time JB and Delilah found some time alone that night, Delilah was a dripping mess. JB hadn't let her cum since before they came to Venice, and she was trying to decide if she'd let her while they were in Italy. There was something fun about an orgasm in every country. While she pondered, she called Delilah's naked body into the room. JB had already laid a cane, clamps, Delilah's favorite suction cup dildo, wooden paddle, crop and belt on the bed next to her as she sat on the edge of it. "Come, baby doll," she moaned thickly, "Time to lay over Daddy's lap and make that ass bright red." @jaybird

Her thighs had been trembling all day. Sir Ro had driven her insane with the toy in her ass, leaving her even more of a wet mess than she had been previously. After some time out in the sun - where several people looked at the mess between her thighs with interest - she was back in the room, struggling to think about anything but her need to be touched. Delilah practically teleported into the bedroom, moaning in relief when she saw what was laid out for her. "Oh Daddy, thank you," she breathed, hurrying to lay over JB's thighs, popping her ass up perfectly as a target.

JB smirked, "That's my good girl. Hope you're ready. I wasn't kidding. It's going to hurt to sit," she teased, running her palm over Delilah's perfect ass, tapping the plug still deeply inside her. "You know he gave my phone permission to play with this too, right?" she teased, before giving a quick slap of the girl's ass. "You're going to be polite, aren't you baby doll? You're going to remember your manners and be grateful Daddy is giving this ass so much attention?" Quick, hard slaps of her hand echoed off the walls, one on each cheek.

She squirmed at the touch, whimpering when the plug moved inside her. "I know - he texted me about it,' she whined. A loud moan fell from her lips at the first hint of pain. "I promise, Daddy, I promise I'll be good," she whined out, her aching core already dripping over her Domme's lap.

She smirked, silently enjoying Roman and Delilah talking together, even if it was about ways to torture Delilah herself. JB continued to smack her hand hard against Delilah's ass, alternating cheeks with each one. By the time she had adminstered about six on each side, Delilah's flesh was starting to pink and swell a bit. She could feel the girl's wetness puddle on her lap. "Say 'thank you Daddy'," she hummed, rubbing her hot skin. She picked up the crop, holding it high on the handle. She gave a quick crack of it, watching the leather strap slap Delilah's ass, then repeated on the other cheek.

The sweet bite of pain was everything she needed. it both ramped up and took the edge off of her need, muting the ache between her thighs for the delicious sting dancing across her ass. "Thank you, Daddy, thank you, thank you," she breathed, one hand clutching to JB's calf, the other to the bed. Delilah let out a sharp cry for the first crack of the crop, her body trembling all over as the heat of it sank under her skin. "Feels so good, Daddy, love when you hurt me like this," she whimpered blissfully, wiggling her hips in a silent plea for more.

JB growled, the sadist in her bubbling through her body and out her hand. She delivered more cracks of the crop, hard and fast, peppering Delilah's ass with marks of a deeper pink. Delilah's body rubbed against JB's lap with each movement, leaving more and more of a wetness as they continued. "That's a good girl," she moaned between strikes and Delilah's cries and whimpers. She lifted Delilah from her lap and rose to her feet. She snuck a quick kiss ot the top of Delilah's head, "Bend over the bed, ass out, feet spread apart," she ordered, picking up the paddle.

Delilah was lost in the haze of pain, whining and nearly sobbing in turn with each crack of the whip on her ass. And yet, she only felt her need consume her even more, head spinning deliciously in the way she loved to sink into. She rose on wobbly legs when JB lifted her, smiling for the sweet kiss - her Daddy loved her so much - before bending over as ordered. "Does your needy pussy look pretty for you, Daddy?" she asked, tilting her hips up to put her aching cunt on display.

"Of course it does. My pussy should always look pretty," she said, watching as Delilah tilted her hips, the glistening wet lips and swollen clit obvious to the Domme. She hummed as she stood to the side of Delilah, the paddle pressed against her ass. She swung and cracked the paddle across her entire ass evenly. She waited a moment, enjoying the reaction of the other girl before winding up for another crack, then a third and a forth. Delilah's ass was bright red at this point, and JB could feel the heat of the angry skin when she ran her hand over the flesh. She slipped her fingers between Delilah's folds with a hard moan, "Mmm, you love it when Daddy hurts you, don't you, babydoll?"

JB's response had her giggling, only to have the sound shift to a shriek when the paddle came down on her throbbing ass. Arousal pulsed through her, and she could feel the thick drip of her juices down her thigh, another gush following with each crack of the paddle on her ass. Delilah whined, clutching onto the sheets to keep from arching back into the touch to her aching cunt. "Yes, Daddy, feels so good when you hurt your doll," she moaned shakily.

She loved everything about how Delilah reacted - her moans, her cries, the way her body jumped and shook the higher the pressure built. "Good girl," she hummed, removing her hand and administering 5 more hard cracks of the heavy paddle. Delilah's skin was screaming, and it was one of the most beautiful sights in the world. JB turned behind them to a coffee table, placing the suction cup dildo securely on top of it. "C'mon babydoll," she encouraged, helping Delilah stand and make their way over to the table. JB helped Delilah perch herself on the table and lower her body until the cock was deeply stuffed inside her needy pussy. "How's that feel, doll?" she asked, grabbing Delilah's favorite decorated nipple clamps and pinching one to each nipple, and a third to the girl's swollen clit.

The pain didn't even feel like pain anymore. Just heat and pleasure and delicious sensation she would always crave more of. Her legs were weak, and she was glad for JB's help in moving over to mount the toy. Her bleary blue eyes fixed on the Domme, mouth dropping open on a moan as the toy pushed into her. "So good, Daddy, love taking cock for you," she breathed. She squirmed slightly as the clips fastened to her nipples, a strained moan bursting out for the squeeze of a third on her clit. "Did you want me to move, Daddy?" she asked, her thighs tight to try to keep still.

"I know you do. You take cock so well, dollface," she hummed as Delilah moaned and whimpered, settling the toy deep inside her. JB shook her head as she put the cane in her hand. "Not yet," she said, "we're going to practice some self control. I want your cheeks all the way down on to the coffee table. You wiggle or start to ride that cock, and I'm going to cane your tits. Understand? We'll see where we're at in 10 minutes," she said, putting on a timer.

She couldn't help but whine softly, managing to keep the sound from turning too bratty. She ached to move - but Daddy didn't want her to, so she would do her best to obey. "Will you - make pretty patterns on them, Daddy?" she asked, always here for the aesthetic of their play as much as the sensations.

JB raised a brow as Delilah reacted, though kept the smile strong across her face. "Well of course I would, but the whole point is notto get struck with the cane, silly doll," she smiled, running the cane gently across the tits absently.

Her nose crinkled and she giggled, the clamps bouncing gently with the action. "Oh right. I forgot, Daddy," she said with a cheeky smile.

"mmhmm," she hummed in a 'i don't believe you for a moment' kind of way. She watched closely, for Delilah to move, but also just to watch her. She had the most beautiful body JB had ever laid eyes on and it was hard not to stare for too long.

Delilah would never get tired of the way JB looked at her. She rested her hands on her thighs and arched her chest slightly, putting her tits on perfect display. On top of everything else, the heat in her Domme's gaze sent shivers down her spine, and she couldn't help the way she wriggled ever so slightly, sending the clamps in a gentle bounce on her chest and clit.

"No wiggling," Jb reminded Delilah, cracking the cane against both tits, just above the clamped nipples. "You've still got six minutes. No moving, no wiggling, no fucking," she reminded again.

She couldn't deny that the crack of the cane against her tits was exactly what she wanted, her scream high and tight and followed by a moan. "Yes - yes, Daddy," she panted out, digging her nails into her thighs to try to keep still.

"Good girl," she moaned, continuing to absently run the cane against her breasts, and right over her sensitive, clamped tits.

Delilah was breathing hard in her effort to stay still. Her nipples were firm and swollen, so sensitive from her arousal and the clamps. Every trip of the cane over the buds made her whimper, but she fought not to move, despite the way her cunt dripped around the thick toy buried inside of her.

The timer went off and JB offered a bright smile, "That's my good girl," she moaned, running her fingers along the side of Delilah's face. "Does my doll want to fuck that cock now?" she asked, words thick pressing a kiss to her cheek.

She leaned into the touch, turning her head to lick and kiss at her Domme's fingers. "Thank you Daddy," she moaned softly. Her eyes widened and she nodded. "Please Daddy, yes, please?" Her toes curled tight to keep from moving until given the permission she needed.

"Just wait," she said, pulling up her phone and setting up an Only Fans live. "There we go. Should we show your fans how red your ass is first?" she asked, going behind Delilah and helping her lift up, ass bright red and already starting to bruise. "I made our favorite girl cry with this one," she said, mostly to the camera and she snuck in one more crack of her hand. "Alright, dollface, you've been such a good girl. Go a head, fuck that cock like a good little whore."

Delilah giggled as JB set up their OF Live, wiggling her fingers in a wave to the camera. She whimpered, lifting to show off her red and bruised ass, squawking as JB spanked the sensitive skin more. "Daddy!" She let out a relieved sigh, and started to bounce on the toy, her arms crossed under her ample tits to keep them pushed together. "Oh god, Daddy, it feels so good," Delilah moaned raggedly, her head falling back slightly.

"How good, dollface?" she asked behind the scenes, panning around to get the best shots of Delilah's face, tits, and her pussy going in and out of the thick toy. "And how does that ass feel, hitting that table over and over?"

"So fucking good, Daddy, but not as - mm, as good as yours," she whined. "It hurts so good, feels like your paddle!" Delilah's back arched, hands clutching to her sides as she moved, struggling to keep her balance.

"Look at you, you'll keep hurting yourself just to feel a cock inside you, hmm?" she teased, moved the camera for a close up of Delilah's face, slipping her thumb into her girl's mouth. "Just like that little whore. We all love watching you ride a nice cock." She got a few more angles from the camera, lowering it along with her hand to rub against the clamp on Delilah's clit, jiggling it, pulling it, listening to the beautiful reactions and watching Delilah drip against the cock.

Delilah nodded frantically. She would do anything at this point to feel a cock inside of her, filling her up. Her lips closed around JB's thumb, hungry for any taste of her Miss. She couldn't help but smile at the compliment - only to scream a moment later when JB started playing with the clamp. "Daddy!" she whined loudly, feeling her thighs begin to shake, her body moving frantically along the toy inside her.

"What is it babydoll?" she teased, rubbing the clamp against her needy clit again, watching the girl come completely unglued as she fucked herself against the table. "Use your words."

She whimpered, furrowing her eyebrows as she struggled to form words. It was so hard when she was like this. "Daddy, I can't - I," she broke off, a soft sob spilling from her lips.

JB looked over Delilah's sweaty, blissed out face. And yes, she loved nothing more than when Delilah cried. But there was a fine line to be towed so she put her hand on Delilah's shoulder. "Color, doll," she asked, the pressure on Delilah's shoulder a sign to slow down.

Delilah shuddered, taking a moment to gulp in a breath and try to calm herself - and to head off the guilt she couldn't help but feel when JB had to check in with her during a scene like this. "Green, Daddy, but words - they're h-hard when I'm like this," she whispered haltingly, each word taking a massive amount of effort.

"Ok," she agreed softly, massaging Delilah's shoulder softly, "That's okay, let's slow down, just for a second," she promised. "Breathe deep with me. Three good ones," she said, breathing deep along with her. "There we go. Do you want to continue, or do you need to stop?"

She sniffled, reaching out to hold onto JB as she took her breaths, the air coming out in a shuddering heave. It took her a moment to think about what she needed, blue eyes wet and cloudy as she looked to her Domme. "I don't want to stop but I don't know h-how much longer I can go without d-disobeying," she whispered.

JB nodded again, "Good girl for being honest with me," she said softly, pressing a kiss to her head. "That's okay. Are you afraid you're going to cum without my permission? Or is it getting to hard to ride the toy?" she asked for clarification.

"The first one," she said as quickly as she could, both arms wrapping around JB to bury her face in her Domme's chest. "Everything is too good, Daddy, but I don't want to be bad."

"You could never be bad, dollface," she promised, holding Delilah close to her chest, her arms tightly around her. "Even if you came without permission, we both know it would never be on purpose, and we'd do the correction and move on, right?" she clarified softly. "Do you want to cum today? Or do you want to wait?"

Delilah shook her head. She'd never deliberately cum without permission, ever. "Right," she wihspered, sniffing again. "I - if you want me to, Daddy, I want to, but I want it to be just for you," she added in a small voice.

"Your orgasms are always just for me," she winked, another kiss to Delilah's forehead as she picked the phone back up. "That's all for now, degenerates. Stay tuned, maybe I'll let her cum for you one of these days," she said with a wink and disconnected the live. She remained close to Delilah, crouching down in front of her and placing her hands against Delilah's thighs. "Alright, dollface," she hummed, rubbing her thighs and looking up at her girl. "Start riding again. Wait until I get to zero. Ten.....nine.....eight," she continued in a slow but steady rhythm. "Two.....one.....Cum, doll."

She giggled softly at that and nodded, feeling much better as JB got up to end their live. She wiggled her fingers in a wave to their viewers, then happily focused on her Domme. Delilah held onto her shoulders lightly, moaning low, the toy making the most erotic noises as she bounced on it. The countdown had her squirming, her breath coming quicker and her hips moving faster. The weight of the clamps wiggling on her tits and clit had her whining, whimpering until finally JB gave her the order. A broken cry fell from her lips, tears streaming down her cheeks as she came hard, sobbing out the relief and pleasure of being allowed to fall over the edge.

JB watched, just watched as Delilah completely came apart. She stayed in front of her so Delilah could use JB's body for balance. Her moans and cries elevated the room and JB couldn't tear her eyes away. She smiled at the tears racing down her cheeks, from relief, from pain, from frustration - all equally beautiful. "That's my girl," she chuckled as Delilah continued to cum, finally starting to slow down from her insane high. "Good girl," she hummed, "That's such a good girl for me."

Shaking wildly, Delilah clung to JB, her hips still moving without thinking on the toy, the action more of a reflex than anything else. "Your girl, Daddy, always your girl, forever," she whimpered back, nuzzling against her Domme's soft hair.

JB smile, rubbing Delilah's back as she tried to settle against her back. "Yes, always, forever, and then some," she promised softly. JB helped Delilah off the toy, removed the clamps and craddled the blonde in her arms. "C'mon, sweetheart. Let's get you patched up," she smiled. She carried Delilah to bed again, laying her onto her stomach softly. She grabbed her favorite cream and generously lathered it over the screaming skin of Delilah's ass. "How are you feeling, dollface?"

She curled into JB's embrace, content to let her take care of her now. She didn't think she would be able to walk anyway with how shaky her legs felt. Sighing, she snuggled down into the bed, letting out a little hum of relief as the cream hit her skin. "M'good, Daddy. Really good. It hurts but I like the hurt," Delilah mumbled, wiggling her hips slightly, a bit of sass still lingering.

JB smirked as Delilah wiggled her bright red and bruised ass at the Domme's focus. "Mmhmm, because you like it when Daddy hurts you, don't you, Dollface?" she teased, her free and dry hand roaming up to her blonde hair, running her fingers against Delilah's scalp.

Delilah giggled softly. "I do, Daddy. I love when you hurt me and use me like a dirty whore, but then you take care of me and snuggle me and everything just feels amazing," she sighed happily, her voice lazy and warm as exhaustion began to creep in.

JB double checked Delilah's ass was completely saturated with the cream and the skin starting to drink it up. She smiled as the very sated and sleepy face. "You ready for a nap, dollface?" she asked, happy to cuddle up next to her girl.

She nodded, making half hearted grabby hands for JB. "Come snuggle, Daddy," she mumbled cutely, already half asleep.

[lu-is-not-ok]

Everything you need to know from Leviathan

First things first: this is Not a story summary of Leviathan. This is merely a collection of all the pieces of characterization, backstory, and worldbuilding that I believe is or will be relevant in Limbus Company.

I encourage everyone who has finished Library of Ruina (or doesn't care about spoilers to that game) to read Leviathan yourselves, as I will be skipping over most of the actual plot of the novel.

Also, due to the nature of Leviathan as the direct sequel to Library of Ruina, some endgame spoilers to that game will inevitably come up. That being said, I will try my best to keep those spoilers as minimal and vague as possible.

Preamble: Done. Let's get into this. Something something long post warning ahead. It's also kind of chaotic and borderline incomprehensible. If I missed something then, uh, whoops.

Event Timeline:

The end of Library of Ruina directly causes an event dubbed "the first miracle" by some, and "the second passing of White Nights" by others, during which the people killed in the Library would begin returning to the City as if nothing happened.

An orphanage in the Backstreets of District 22 (V Corp's) was at the epicenter of this event, being destroyed in the process and causing the Ring to take interest in the children raised there.

The events of Leviathan follow half a year after this event, and seem to take place over the course of at least a few days. It's as of yet unclear how much time has passed between the end of Leviathan and the beginning of Limbus Company.

Vergilius:

Vergilius comes from District 22 (V Corp's), a Nest filled with wide water canals and boats that make use of them, making it somewhat reminiscent of Venice.

Vergilius used to be the operator of a highly-experienced and skilled Fixer Office. The lowest Grade Fixer at that Office is Grade 3 until a rookie joins them during the events of Leviathan. This Office seems to be dissolved by the end of Leviathan after half of the Fixers working for it die.

Vergilius's title, the Red Gaze, is a stealth pun in Korean. The word used for Gaze is a homophone to the characters used in an epiphet meaning Immortal Poet.

The red eyes Vergilius is named after appear to have a certain kind of aura to them, which causes him to draw attention to himself and be easily recognised. For missions where stealth is involved, Vergilius has a special pair of glasses to make his gaze less recognisable.

Also, Vergilius owns whole-ass calling cards with his Fixer title and a portrait in a Roman-inspired style.

As a Color Fixer, Vergilius is extremely strong and fast, being able to crack the ground underneath his feet when running at full sprint and literally cut through buildings. In fact, Vergilius's body is heavily augmented with artificially woven muscle fibers, which Vergilius compares to hydraullic cylinders and motors in how it feels to use them, though they're not literally mechanical. Despite that level of power, he's noticeably less experienced or skilled than another Color Fixer seen in Leviathan - Iori, the Purple Tear.

Speaking of her, Vergilius appears to know quite a bit about her, including her name, what happened to her in Library of Ruina, and what one of her goals is. She's also implied to have taught Vergilius a technique called Shin that gets introduced later in Leviathan. Also, Iori calls him a junior, implying a difference in either age or experience between the two. Oh, and he also knew Roland.

In addition to knowing those people, Vergilius appears to have also known Carmen before she died. He recognises the nickname Carmen uses for him within the Light as the one she used for him back when they knew each other. Also, back then, Vergilius's weren't as they are now, implying they've known each other before Vergilius was a Color Fixer.

For some time during his work as a Fixer, Vergilius has had the ability to sense "Flow". A fate-like pressure that he sees as trails of shadows and light, pointing him towards a destination he doesn't know. It's a force he notably struggles to resist, only being able to by following dim Flows, rather than the slow but bright Flow. However, doing so merely brings ruin to Vergilius's life, as the dim Flow inevitably guides him back to the slow Flow.

For ten years, Vergilius has been visitting an orphanage in the local Backstreets, donating money and goods and spending time with the children there. He even keeps an old photograph of him with all the orphanage's residents on him.

Before he found the orphanage for the first time however, Vergilius would go on rampages and kill people he believed were contributing to the horrible current state of the City. One of those rampages involved the slaughter of a whole Syndicate, the leader of which was Lapis's father. It's heavily implied that all the children within the orphanage landed there as a direct result of Vergilius's actions.

Vergilius is consistently shown to be stoic and emotionally distant, yet deeply caring underneath his aloof exterior. This is most clearly shown through his relationship with Garnet, the previously mentioned rookie who was raised at the previously mentioned orphanage. Though Vergilius denies Garnet's claims that he raised him, and regularly thinks about how Garnet's sentimentality is going to get him killed, yet he also can't help but feel proud of Garnet in moments where he truly shines, care a lot about Garnet's safety, and feel horrible guilt when he fails to protect him.

Back during his rampaging days, Vergilius is unable to show mercy, with his "attempt" to do so involving giving the last survivor a cut that would let them survive for a few hours, in gratitude for giving him a code to the door. Inversely, current day Vergilius appears to have softened, as his gladius has a heating mechanism that immediately cauterizes the wounds it inflicts. This ensures non-fatal wounds remain not fatal, even if leaving his target alive could cause him issues later on.

Vergilius's motives for taking care of the kids at the orphanage despite being the one who orphaned them are as complex as they are layered. Guilt is clearly a part of that, as Vergilius believes there's no reason for him to see Lapis again when Garnet offers to take him along for his meeting with her. Another part of it might have been Vergilius secretly wishing that one day, one of the kids would realize what he'd done and take their retribution... however it's unclear how "canon" that particular motivation is due to it only being brought up in a vision of a Mirror World. The orphanage was also a reprieve from his former reality filled with wails and begging for mercy. It was a place of warmth, filled with voices of delight waiting for him every time. At the same time, it was a source of hope for him. A place where he could redeem himself, to raise children who could live with the heart he couldn't have, and who could potentially change the City with their virtues alone. All of these motivated Vergilius to cover up and forget about his true goal. One he's been actively burrying during his visits at the orphanage.

That goal? Redacted from the viewer. The first explicitly set up mystery in Leviathan. However, we know that it is directly tied to how Vergilius wishes to change the City.

Vergilius believes that the City is deeply wounded, with its injuries having festered for a long time. He believes that the way to change it is to continue spilling blood, never letting it dry out. To try and pierce through the City's thick shell into its wounded core. When describing the world he wants, he says it's "a world that can only be understood once you feel it with your whole body".

After a talk with Carmen, Vergilius effloresces into his E.G.O, which allows him to wield blood as both a weapon and armor. It also allows him to become one with pools of blood, however he would be unable to leave them if they were to dry while he's inside. However, the usage of his E.G.O is limited by the amount of other people's blood he has available to him. If he were to run out, he'd be forced to use his own, dying painfully in the process.

Also, Vergilius keeps coming up with one-liners when beating people up. It's kinda funny.

At the end of Leviathan, Vergilius is invited into Limbus Company, being promised to give him Lapis (who had been replaced by Charon) and Garnet (who has been reduced to a tiny glowing jewel) back. Thinking back on his past, Vergilius accepts, though the story ends before we get to see the exact terms of his employment.

Charon:

Previously, Charon was known as Lapis, and was one of the kids at the orphanage Vergilius would regularly visit. She was especially close friends with Garnet, who would later become a Fixer and join Vergilius's Office. In fact, Garnet notes how Lapis wouldn't usually open up to anyone but him, and when they did talk she would often talk about Vergilius. She's also noted to not be a fan of studying.

Lapis ended up at the orphanage after Vergilius killed her father during his slaughter of the Syndicate he led. While we don't get to know much about her father, we do know he cared deeply for her, to the point his last words were calling out her name.

In a flashback to her childhood, we learn that Lapis would always suck on bitter candy as she's able to preserve it and suckle on it little by little, whereas sweet things melt away much sooner. She follows this anecdote of hers up by revealing her wish to "try all the flavors in the world" when she grows up.

After aging out of the orphanage, Lapis got a job at a fruit-harvesting company. During the events of Leviathan, Lapis has decided to meet up with Garnet at a private location. However, the area turned out be occupied by Syndicate members, including that of the Ring, and Lapis was kidnapped to be used in the Ring's experiments with Mirror World technology.

At the end of Leviathan, Lapis turned out to be the only of the "gems" to have survived the experiments. However, she did so because she was the only successful one. Her former identity was completely erased, replaced by that of Charon. Initially, Vergilius is hesitant to make contact with her, feeling like keeping his distant will save both of them from pain. However, he relents when Charon finds a still living piece of the jewel Garnet had turned into.

Gubo:

Gubo is one of the researchers at N Corp, and during the events of Leviathan he comes to an auction held by the Ring for the sole purpose of gaining access to their Corridor and retrieving Aseah.

His connections to a Wing allow him to casually bid 10 billion Ahn like it's nothing. Gubo is also notably frustrated when the auctioneer appears to be breaking their own rules, trying to convince them that doing so would put their gallery in ill repute.

To enter the Corridor despite his failure at the auction, Gubo is willing to sacrifice the lives of the people that had accompanied. Notably, Vergilius is able to tell that Gubo did no fighting himself due to his appearance, reckoning he merely hid while others fought in his stead.

Gubo is someone who's willing to keep himself calm and composed regardless of the situation. He's constantly calculating ways to reach his goal, willing to do anything and pay any price to do so. However, that composure is said to reflect insecurity, obsession, and yearning. He is shown to take some ridiculous risks in pursuit of his goals, attempting to attack Vergilius twice despite being clearly outmatched against a fucking Color.

Despite N Corp being at potential odds with the Ring, due to them kidnapping Aseah, Gubo doesn't act hostile towards the Ring's members outside of getting rid of those who were directly standing in his way.

Aseah:

During Leviathan, Aseah is the main researcher working on the Mirror World technology for the Ring. He's specifically working on modifying and tuning an invention made by Young-Ji, the Glass Window.

By that point in time, Aseah had already joined N Corp, however the Ring kidnapped him to use his knowledge for their own gain. Despite such seemingly dire circumstances, Aseah does not seem bothered to be working for the Ring in the slightest.

Aseah is a cold and usually emotionless individual who only cares about his research. In fact, he only ever shows emotions, specifically passion, when realizing he's made a breakthrough or describing how the technology he's researching works. He's easily swayed to risk other people's lives for the sake of pushing his research even further.

One of this main motives for using the Glass Window is to create a Singularity to surpass Yi Sang's creation, as well as any other competing technology of this kind. Despite his self-imposed rivalry with Yi Sang, Aseah still calls him a friend.

At the end of Leviathan, Aseah is successfully retrieved by Gubo . However, a question is posed: for both to get back out of the Corridor, Aseah must be able to know how to navigate it. If that's the case and he could have escaped this whole time, why didn't he? He must have had reasons to not fly away, even though his cage was wide open. Add that to the mystery counter.

Limbus Company:

Limbus Company shows up at the very end of Leviathan, being a new enough Company for Vergilius to have never heard of them before.

A Special Operations Team from a department called LCA raids the Ring's lab, specifically searching for Vergilius. A woman with hair that seems white from far away, but appears graysih close up, approaches him. This is revealed to be Faust, and she's the one who gives Vergilius an offer.

Work for Limbus Company, and we can bring Lapis and Garnet back.

The Ring:

The Ring are a Syndicate that are said to only believe what they see with their own eyes, and are dedicated to the creation and display of various types of art. They also hold auctions for various pieces.

Some of the Ring's art falls within our understanding of it, such as paintings and sculptures. A large amount of it however includes acts of extreme violence or otherwise cruel behavior.

Many of the lower-ranking members of the Ring and Backstreets residents under their protection are considered to be akin to students, being graded on their pieces and taking art exams. While the Ring does allow resits on their exams, flunking too many times will result in death. In such an environment, a lack of inspiration causes people to have mental breakdowns.

As far as we've seen, the Ring hold two different types of art galleries, which I'll refer to as Syndicate-facing and Public-facing respectively.

Syndicate-facing art galleries are structured more like schools, complete with classrooms and suspicious "art" exhibits within the halls. One of those exhibits we see are "statues" of people with animal heads. However, these statues are actually sill living people that are forced to stay completely still under the threat of violence, or "scolding". Oh, and those people also had their mouths and ears sewn shut. This particular exhibition is revealed to be a part of a test that the Ring was holding that night.

Public-facing art galleries look more akin to modern art galleries we'd see in our world, and their lower floors are accessible to pretty much any public person. These floors are filled with more standard types of art, like paintings and sculptures. The top floor of these galleries is considered the VIP floor, where auctions are held and the true disturbing nature of the Ring is shown to the guests there.

During the auctions, every participant has a veil put over their head, and they are to bow in respect when the one holding the auction enters the stage. The art pieces sold on these auctions can be anything from paintings of real slaughters that took place in the City, to objects made out of or containing pieces of actual people, to straight up dancers stuck eternally dancing in glass stages in which time flows slower. Additionally, the person who wins the bid on the "meister's most cherished work" will be allowed into the Ring's Corridor.

At the time of Leviathan's events, the Ring not only has access to the Corridor, but also Mirror World technology in the form of the Glass Window.

A secret research lab was kept hidden within one such Corridor, where the Ring would test Mirror World technology on "gems" - young people who came from the orphanage at the epicenter of the Miracle. These experiments involved these people experiencing many Mirror Worlds at once within their mind, with those people physically shattering if pushed too far.

The Ring's goal with their research of the Mirror Worlds is to open as many Rifts to as many of them as possible, with one of the high-ranking Ring members saying they wish to open ten thousand rifts at minimum.

This plan appears to be thwarted by the end of Leviathan. It's vaguely implied that N Corp and/or Limbus Company seized the tech in the Ring's possession, leaving it unclear if the Ring still has access to it currently.

Over the course of Leviathan, we learn of two different high positions within the Ring: Docents and Maestros. Each can be identified by the kind of ring they wear on their ring fingers. Also, all of the ones we've seen thus far are gender non-conforming as fuck.

Docents are responsible for taking care of and monitoring the art galleries. Notably, they are responsible for guiding guests and giving lectures on the lower floors of their public-facing galleries. These lectures appear to involve explaining the ideals of their Maestros. Docents wear two-coiled rings that extends down the top of their hands and coils around their wrists.

Maestros are responsible for holding the auctions and appear to have a high amount of control over the Ring's actions. They wear three-coiled rings. They also notably act a lot more according to what they believe is true art, as opposed to the Docents who can still be swayed by money and social standard. As an example, Maestro Jumsoon decides to give his most prized artpiece not to the person bidding billions of Ahn, but to the person who convinces him they can complete the piece due to being personally involved in what it represents.

N Corp:

The physical location of the Ring's secret lab appears to be within N Corp's District. However, due to its entry point being connected to the Corridor, it's unable to be accessed from outside the Corridor.

One of N Corp's main source of income and culture are so-called suicide vending machines, or vending machines that dispense canned experiences that specifically allow a person to experience suicide. This bit of technology is considered both amazing and condemnable, and is said to be one of the main reasons people move to N Corp's Nest.

N Corp Taboos are upheld vehemently. Recorded footage of that secret lab, even without knowing it's located in N Corp, would result in Taboo Hunters being sent out over the breaking of the Nest filming taboo. They are highly efficient, going after everyone who had seen the recording before finally retrieving the footage.

M Corp:

M Corp's full name is MDM Enterprise. In Leviathan, we see M Corp do business with the Ring through delivering their product to them - an entire moonlight stone.

A moonlight stone delivered in a massive box filled with a flesh-like cushion around the stone. Opening the box requires using an unlocking mechanism composed of multiple various levers. Everyone present in the same room as the box during its opening are required to wear ear plugs, while those actually opening it also require airway protection. Upon being pulled open, the stone needs to be cut out of the flesh cushion using a knife.

If sufficient ear protection is not worn during this process, the sound the stone emits while being forced out of its container will cause all that hear it to experience a "wave of hiraeth". This is shown as a sort of dissociative state where the person rambles about the ocean being their home and family, and how they need to return to it.

The moonlight stones themselves appear similar in shape to large pearls. The Ring appears to use them by putting them in translucent containers, where the stone is attached to multiple electrodes and tubes for a yet unclear purpose.

The Light:

After the second passing of White Nights, people would begin transforming into forms similar to cocoons or eggs. This happens when a person becomes aware of how unbearable the world around them is, causing them to retreat from reality.

When seperated from their bodies, people establish their... Redacted. Yet another mystery. However, it's implied to be something along the lines of the ideal world they wish to create, or the dream they wish to make true. If they manage to set this Redacted and endure the process, they can be born anew as a Distortion (or potentially with Effloresced E.G.O). If they can't their bodies are seized by their sins, resulting in the creation of a Peccatulum.

This process is pointed out as being different to the process of Distorting that we're used to seeing, though it's not yet unclear to what extent.

The inside of the Light as utter stillness, shimmering as if somethered in light. When someone is inside the Light, Carmen attempts to guide them towards a specific conclusion, acting kind and trying to absolve them of any guilt over their actions, while showing an utter lack of pity or genuine feeling. She's able to see past the facades people put up, directly looking into what they have been through. She uses that knowledge to direct people towards realizing their true desires and wishes.

Carmen is able to meet and talk with people whose hearts "crack". Who are too overwhelmed with their emotions in the moment. When she discovers a person's true wish has been buried and hidden away, she acts as if the act is so painful that it hurts her by proxy. She uses this opportunity to offer these people the power to create they consider right, one only for their own eyes.

She claims that she's helping everyone paint the City with their own colors, much like the Light, in which all colors perfectly blend together. When it's pointed out to her that doing so would be impossible, due to everyone's colors being different and thus it being impossible for them all to exist together in perfect harmony, Carmen responds by saying everyone should be dedicated to protecting and fighting for the sake of their own world, even if it means fighting the entire world itself.

Carmen describes the process of Distorting or Efflorescing E.G.O as becoming a "self unbound by the eyes and standards of the City", with Carmen attributing the latter to being Ayin's idea. Carmen says that she believes the final destination of everyone's ambitions is Love, specifically unconditional Love towards oneself, as the only person that can truly understand and love them is themself. This is where Carmen and Ayin come into conflict. Ayin believes people should be able fight using clothes and tools, holding the human form in high regard. Carmen, on the other hand, sees that as unnecessary moderation, and argues one should express their love through their body, so that it and their heart can become one.

Effectively, Carmen is trying to guide people to only caring about themselves and their desires, disregarding everything around them. She does so through a "friendly, yet ruthless pressure", by offering the seemingly perfect solution of absolute self-love at the cost of being blind to one's reality. She knows what the "right" choice is, and will be disappointed if one were to choose the other option, but she won't stop anyone from pursuing their desires even if their way is different from what she's envisioned.

...There is a purpose to it all. A goal Carmen has for herself. After all, she's a person too. It's another bit of information that's redacted, setting it up as yet another mystery, but we do have a hint towards what it could be. Somehow, a person who was given power by Carmen failing to fight for their wish appears to contribute towards Carmen's personal purpose.

Speaking of that, Leviathan reveals another, more violent way to defeat a Distortion. By proving the fundamentals of a Distortion's beliefs wrong, by breaking the foundation upon which their wish was built, the Distortion begins to fall apart. With nothing left to its form but vague concepts, an Abnormality is born, tearing out of the Distorted person's body and killing them instantly.

Peccatulae:

The Peccatulae are the result of the process enabled by the second passing of White Nights, in which a person retreats into a cocoon-like form upon finding the world too unbearable and faces an ordeal within. If the person fails the ordeal by not being able to find a wish for which's sake to return to their world, their body is left to be fed on by their sins. This results in their bodies transforming into manifestations of those sins - the Peccatulae. Once this transformation takes place, it cannot be reversed.

Peccatulae are not Distortions, as they are what happens when one lacks the strong desire needed to either Distort or Effloresce E.G.O. They are also not Abnormalities, as unlike them the Peccatulae can be killed.

The Peccatulae visually lack any humanity they may have had before the transformation. At the same time though, the cries they let out are compared to that of humans burdened by life, by the sin of bearing sin.

Those cries are also seemingly able to affect one's mind, causing memories associated with the Peccatulum's Sin Affinity to resurface.

The Glass Window:

The Glass Window is a piece of technology created by Young-Ji, which was co-opted by Aseah and studied by the Ring. This technology is considered to be a Singularity by Wings and Grade 1 Fixers.

The main function of the Glass Window is superimposing Mirror Worlds onto whatever is viewed through it, though in a blurry state. It's noted to be less stable than Yi Sang's Mirror technology, but in exchange it's capable of superimposing a much larger number of Worls at the same time.

The amount of Mirror Worlds and their intensity can be controlled through modifying the Glass Window's Refraction Rate. A higher Refraction Rate allows more overlayed Worlds to stack, at the cost of "yielding more of one's heart to the Glass Window".

Surviving high Refraction Rates without physically shattering involves attaining focus - a process involving perishing one's heart without killing it.

Most weapons cannot damage the Glass Window.

The Corridor:

The Corridor is a piece of technology that the Ring owns during the events of Leviathan. It's a liminal, seemingly-infinite space that can connect to places all over the City. As long as the area they wish to link has an exit, a matching entrance will appear within the Corridor.

Many of the doors within the Corridor are locked using mental locks, to be able to enter them one needs to think specific mental keywords as they attempt to open the door.

Inside the Corridor itself, electronics such as video recorders and ear pieces appear to malfunction.

Despite the Corridor being a mostly linear space, the complex and intricate rules by which its passages connect make it more than possible to get lost within. As such, navigating the Corridor is usually done when accompanied by a guide.

To navigate the Corridor by oneself, one needs to always remember two things - their starting point, and their destination. Knowing those two points will allow one to be able to find their way by feeling which directions to take. This is due to a phenomenon called Reversion of Causality, a phenomenon which some Singularities take advantage of as well.

Breaking through a wall in the Corridor leads to a massive hall made of constantly shifting purposeless surfaces lined within even more purposeless doors. Staying within this outer hall is dangerous, as one would become stuck here if the doors within the Corridor reassembled themselves.

Shin and Mang:

Shin is a technique Vergilius learned from (who's implied to be) the Purple Tear. Shin involves completely relinquishing the control of one's body to one's mind, specifically one's memories and the feelings associated with them. When Shin is used, it causes glowing rings to appear around the weapon (or body part if weaponless) one is using to fight. The glow of these rings is constantly emphasized to be that of the moon.

Vergilius describes Shin as "the power of Light", and "the power of sin".

To use Shin, one needs Mang (referred to as luna/lunae when not a proper noun), often multiple of them. Using Mang is described as filling onces emptied minds with dense and heavy memories, then letting the lunae of these recalled feelings guide one's movements.

Random Miscellanous Bits of Info:

It's a tradition in District 8 (H Corp's) to gift apples on Christmas Eve, to wish the giftee a peaceful night.

Cellphones in the City seem to be at a stage in-between Iphones and slightly older smartphones. The screen only takes up roughly half of the phone, but it appears to be a touchscreen due to the lack of mechanical buttons.

Related to that, payphones also exist in the City. The District the payphone is in gets shown to the one recieving a call from one.

The Seven Association holds seminars for new and aspiring Fixers that teaches them the basics, such as information about major Syndicates, Singularities, spatial awareness, etc. The Seven Association also holds Fixer qualification tests.

Higher education is something one can pursue in the City.

There are still video recorders that use videotapes in the City.

Cognition-warping ID Cards are a thing within the City. However, they are noted to only be useful for brief deception.

One of the canonical Mirror Worlds is literally our world.

Airplanes don't exist in the City.

[topnotchquark]

what's your top three (or more) vale looks?

I deliberated before answering whether I want to show the objectively good looks or the ones where I personally feel crazy so I guess I'll try to balance both. Let's get into it.

1. Eyeball Mugello helmet 2011.

Is it easy on the eyes? No. Does it look truly otherworldly almost terrifying. His own blue eye on the helmet, an ode to a lifetime of being watched and reclaiming the agency in it, the red suit, the yellow motifs of gloves and kneepads.

Leathers in general are some of the most captivating looking sport protective gear and his Ducati red ones being elevated in his trademark fashion, literally I have thought about them every day since I first saw them. It comes together in my mind partly because I love his freak ass so much and partly because if a bunch of alies descended upon earth, he could pass off as a revered human warrior to them lol. To me, it's a high fashion moment ™️.

2. 63rd Venice Film Festival, 2006.

Imo Face card with credit limit that could make Mansa Musa's worldly wealth look like peanuts. Cherubic glow on his face, a vaguely mellow mischievous glint in his eyes, curls settled around his head like a laurel wreath, sideburns framing his face in the trademark hot and iconic fashion. Every red carpet photo from this day is a hit. Fae prince realness served. Imo it also seems like the type of masculinity Vale always wanted to project to the world. Don't google the rest of the outfit he was in some ugly jeans.

3. Hair Color Saga.

Self-explanatory. Cemented him as an idea as a showman in the minds of people. Did it while having fun. Loved that he was on a mission to try as many colors as possible. My personal favourite is the blue hair by far.

4. Misc. Because why not.

That time he looked like a hot dirtbag at Wimbledon and god knows how many inane rules he broke in the process. Sticking it to the man in trademark Vale style.

Okayyy Miss Dior Addict Lip Glow Oil Shade 015 Cherry.

That time he got jacked??? As my husband Diljit Dosanjh said, "lookin thicc, she be on that protein". It's not even hot or anything it's just surprising because when he was young he hated the gym. (Thank you callie @moonshynecybin for these pictures because I didn't want to good Valentino Rossi shirtless ur a real one mwah mwah)

Alas I've hit the 10 photo limit so I will have to stop now but appreciating Vale's face never stops.

Thank you so much for this question. I'd love to hear your opinions, which Vale era is most attractive to you and which ones made you like him? And same for Fabio?

[little-miss-dilf-lover]

HAPPY NEW YEARS QUEEENNNN hope u r doing amazing <3333

k so i saw ur requests were open and i HAD to send something, so as i said before i absolutely ADORE when u make big ass men super soft for their girl so i’d like to request a very fluffy fluff with tan where they go on a date on his day off??? maybe do something that his gf likes like taking her to a museum or reading together at a cafe lit anything u do with it i’ll be more than happy 🥹🥹🥹 ily mwuaks

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hii bby!! this is really really fucking cute!! ily and hope you’re well. thank you for requesting, hope you like it💌

VILLAGE DATE.

tangerine x fem!reader

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Whenever Tangerine had the day off, he was always sure to spend as much time with you as possible, whether it was a movie at home or a spontaneous trip to Venice - he was keen to make the most of the free time.

Tangerine felt like he had been putting you second to work lately, so when he found out his schedule for the week, he immediately designated one of the days for you - a day to yourselves, just him and you.

This morning, when you were lying in bed, adjusting to the day, Tangerine surprised you with a hot drink with a singular red rose, a small note attached reading, 'Wear something casual and comfy. I'm taking you out for the day x.' That was all the information he gave you, kissing you on the forehead as he let you get ready. 

So now, sitting in the passenger seat of his car, you turn to face him - the anticipation making your tummy fuzzy. "Please, can you give me a hint?" you ask, tapping his hand - the one comfortably placed over your thigh. "Just a little one?"

"Wouldn't be a surprise, now would it, love?" he teases, giving you a quick glance before turning his eyes back to the road. "Oh, come on. We're nearly there."

Except it looks like you're going into the middle of nowhere. Leisurely driving down tight, narrow country roads, passing by small cottages and shops. 

He makes a sharp turn and pulls into a tiny car park - his lavish car juxtaposing the old, worn-down ones around him. He turns to face you, meeting your confused gaze.

Tangerine gets out first and walks around to open your door, his hand latching onto yours as he helps you out. 

"What are we doing here?" you ask, looking around the foreign village scenery. 

"Surprise, darlin'. Like I said," he grins, slipping your hand through the gap of his arm, leading you towards the surprise.

First, he takes you to a small, cosy cafe - the interior warm and inviting. You sit together on a sofa near the window, cuddled into each other's sides, mugs in hand as you warm up with the help of the hot beverage. He uses this time to tell you about the few things he has planned for today - a pub lunch by the riverside, a booked visit to a local museum and a little shopping trip on the high street. 

Tangerine goes on to tell you how he's been meaning to come here for a while, how he often drives through it for work but would never stay to look around, thinking you'd appreciate the charm of the small, quaint village much more. 

And he was right. 

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40 LOOKS DAMN GOOD

I saw this on Twitter and thought it'd be fun to do here as a mini celebration. Interaction has been so dead on here for everyone, it'd be fun to liven it back up! Everyone feel free to play along!

Favorite Movie(s)

The Last Duel! I love that movie. Blackkklansman is the runner up.

I actually don't care for most of his other movies at all in terms of the movie itself. 65, The Report, and Logan Lucky were decent, but definitely second tier.

Favorite Character(s)

Jacques, Flip, and Mills

Favorite Co-Star(s)

Ben Affleck blows absolutely everyone else out of the water! "Come In! Take your pants off!"

Bill Murray and John David Washington are runners up, and I loved Jeremy Irons in Gucci.

Favorite Love Interest(s)

None so far! Rey and Hanna are my absolute least favorites. I hate them, honestly. Jodie Cromer was my favorite female lead in one of his movies. Lady Gaga and Marion Cottilard were alright too. I like Scarlett Johannson the best as a stand alone actress, but I hated her character in Marriage Story. I anticipate liking Aubrey Plaza

Favorite Scene(s)

Jousting and kicking ass are hard to beat!

Favorite Sex Scene(s)

All the scenes from Last Duel! I don't care how offensive that is!

This scene from The Man Who Killed Don Quixote.

Girls seasons 5 and 6 were hard to beat. The couch scene in season 5 is pretty nice.

Favorite SNL Skit(s)

Slow for obvious reasons.

Undercover Boss Part 2

Favorite Line(s)

Dream Role(s)

I got a Knight with Jacques and an Action Hero with Mills, both of which were high on my list. I'd love to see him as a Vampire, a Dark Victorian Gentleman, an Old West Gunfighter, an Adventurer, and a John Wick style Hitman or Action Hero.

Oh, and he needs to be his actual age and not have goddamn face prosthetics, altered hairlines, or terrible fucking haircuts!

Dream Co-Star(s)

Love Interests: Angelina Jolie, Kate Winslet, Margot Robbie, Ana De Armas, and Lily Rose Depp for size kink purposes.

Co-Stars: Another hot guy like Goran Visnjic or Gerard Butler. Keanu Reeves would also be a blast.

Directors: Ridley Scott (again), Clint Eastwood, Tim Burton, Robert Eggars, Quentin Tarantino.

Favorite Photoshoot(s)

Favorite Candid(s)

Favorite Red Carpet Appearance(s)

Venice takes the cake!

Favorite Interview(s)

"Fuck you. I don't know."

"I hated this. Goodbye."

Favorite Moment(s) of Your Choice

[daisyblog]

Venice Film Festival

Our Story Masterlist Summary: YN and Louis attend the Venice Film Festival with Harry.

YN knew Harry would still sparkle at the premiere despite all the drama and speculation around the director and everything she had put the cast and crew through, but she couldn't shake off the nervous feeling that circled her. Since the day Olivia turned up at their house that day, YN had seen the older woman when YN made an appearance on the set to see Harry.

She thinks back to that day and when Harry had arrived home from his run.

Harry was drinking from his water bottle when he walked into the living room, to find YN and Teddy laying on the sofa.

"Hey baby".

"Hey".

Harry noticed YN wasn't her usual cheery self. So sitting down next to them he asked her about it. "What's wrong?".

"Olivia came here".

Harry frowned, confused why the director of the film turned up at their house. "Why...what did she want?".

YN was stroking Teddy as she spoke. "She said you invited her over".

Again, Harry was confused. "What..why...why would I invite her over?".

YN shrugged her shoulders. "No idea...she said she never knew you had a girlfriend and if she did, she wouldn't have come".

"This has to be a joke....you don't believe her do you?"

"Of course I don't...I know a liar when I see one".

"Plus...I talk about you all time...it's become a joke on set that I don't talk about anything else".

Harry was trained to be in the spotlight, ready for any situation that could happen and how to put on a smile for the flashing cameras and how to carefully avoid answering any questions that were uncomfortable, or sometimes inappropriate.

But YN knew that this was not like any other event or red carpet she had previously attended with Harry and the band, the media had caught onto the drama and even created a false story about Harry and Olivia having an affair. YN knew the truth, she's had to deal with other girls and women creating false stories about them with Harry their entire relationship.

So when Louis said he was going to be attending the premiere to show his support to his best friend and future brother-in-law, YN was ecstatic to have her brother by her side at the nerve racking event.

The couple hadn't seen each other much, due to Harry attending the press conference earlier in the day. YN couldn't help but feel proud when she learnt that Florence didn't attend and instead was relaxing sipping some cocktails and sunbathing by the pool. She really was a bad ass, and YN loved her for it!

YN and Louis had arrived in a separate car to Harry, wanting to give Harry his time to shine on the red carpet. Before the fans and press noticed that another member of the biggest boyband was attending.

As YN and Louis travelled together in the black Range Rover, they caught up on everything that they had missed since seeing each other last, Louis showing her photos and videos of Freddie and she noticed how much her nephew had grown since she last saw him, which wasn't that long ago, as she tries to see him as much as she can whilst she's in America.

The car came to a halt, indicating that they had arrived. YN takes a deep breath, and Louis notices and reassures her "Oi..I'm gonna be with you every step okay?", he received a grateful smile from his sister who nodded at his words.

Louis leaves the car first and the sounds of the fans and paparazzi are heard shouting as they notice the Yorkshire boy, also knowing YN was likely to be with him as she hadn't arrived with Harry. YN slides out of the black car next and stands with her brother, as he waits for his security to join him.

YN turns to look up towards the red carpet in front of them, and her eyes instantly meet Harry's, who can't hide his dimples as the paparazzi and fans continue to snap photos of him. YN and Louis are instructed to pose for their first photo and both show a genuine smile, because despite everything they really were proud of Harry.

The siblings continue to walk slowly up the carpet, stopping for photos and waving to fans that called their names. But YN was caught off guard when her brother whispered "Is that her?" YN knew instantly who 'her' was "She's dressed like a fookin' lemon". YN couldn't help but let out a loud laugh, which caught some people's attention, including Harry's who was standing a bit further up, who wore his own little smirk wondering what had made his girlfriend laugh so loudly.

"Lou..you can't..say that" YN said in between her laughs, to which Louis just grinned and shrugged his shoulders.

Once they had reached Harry, who waited patiently for the pair, he pressed a kiss to YN's forehead, causing the fans to go wild at the affection from their favourite couple. But what caused the crowd to scream louder was when Harry and Louis shared a quick embrace with a tap on the shoulder. YN noticed Olivia looking directly at her, so YN decided to be the better person and send her friendly smile, but as Harry subconsciously intertwined his fingers with hers, Olivia turned her back and walked off in the direction of where her team were standing.

YN snapped back into reality when Harry guided them to stand to pose together for photos, sliding his hand around her waist, fingers resting at her hips, whispering "You look beautiful".

"You don't look too bad yourself bubs" YN turned to look at him, smirking slightly.

Stepping back, Harry insured Louis and YN to take a photo together as he stood behind them. And although the night was technically to celebrate his achievement, he looked at the siblings in front of him and he admired them for how far they've both come and what they've been through. But one thing that hasn't changed, is how they're always there for one another, always by each other's sides.

As the three finished standing and posing for photos, they continue to stand to the side, Harry's arm wrapped around his girl's waist. Gemma and Chris approached the group, greeting Harry and YN with a hug before Harry introduced Louis to them. Chris snaps some photos of the group using his disposable camera. Harry and YN posed together with their fingers doing the peace sign and of course, Louis and YN posed together doing their signature pose, with their middle fingers up.

Their heads turn when there is an eruption of noise from the crowd, and catching their eyes is the arrival of the queen herself, Florence Pugh. Harry and YN shared a knowing look, and YN couldn't help but feel proud of the star for making a late appearance at the festival. Joining in with the crowd, the other cast and YN and Louis begin to cheer and clap for Flo. Harry even lets out a whistle, but Chris pretending to be one of the paps and snapping photos of Flo as she poses is what causes the group to roar with laughter.

After posing, Flo makes her way over to the group, greeting each one with a hug and compliment, including Louis who she had never even met before. As the group laugh together, they're interrupted by Alex, who was Olivia's assistant.

"Hate to break up the fun but Olivia said the cast need group photos now" YN doesn't miss the way Olivia looked her up and down from where she stood, before the cast begin to follow Alex reluctantly. Harry's the last to follow, but not before kissing his girlfriend's cheek.

Louis and YN stood back and observed the group posing for their photo and the tension and awkwardness was as clear as day.

"Fook me that just looks awkward" Louis discreetly says to his sister, as his eyes focus on the group.

"She's got herself to thank for that" YN replied, as she watched Harry move from his spot when he thought Olivia was going to move closer to him.

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During the screening, YN and Louis were sat at the seats at the left of the room. They had noticed that family members of the cast were sat closer to where the seats at the front were reserved for the cast. Harry had also noticed because as he entered the room, he scanned it but was surprised to not see YN and Louis sat in the family section. Before taking his seat between Chris and Gemma, Harry made a bee line for YN and Louis and as reached them he brought YN to his lips and whispered "I love you" as Louis, some of the audience behind cheered and whistled and the display of affection, before Harry headed towards his seat with a smirk on his face.

YN wasn't sure what she thought of the movie, maybe it was because she knew everything that had happened and already made her mind up before watching it. But one thing was for sure, she was so proud of Harry, he truly was an amazing actor and like the other cast did his best in a bad situation.

Louis began to voice his opinion to his sister, throughout the movie, earning him a "shh Lou" and a "you can't say that" as she tried to hold in her laughter at the lack of filter her brother had. Luckily for him, only the ears of YN heard his comments.

"Why the fook is she in the movie?"

"Fook me stick to directing love"

"Why does she get so much screen time"

Louis was one of the kindest people YN knew, always looking out for everyone, never wanting to hurt others. But the fact that Olivia had ruffled a few feathers and caused drama for his sister just didn't sit right for him.

The black screen, showing the credits appear indicating the movie was over. Everybody stood to praise the movie to clap and give a standing ovation. During the standing ovation, Florence left quietly, but still made her thoughts clear, and how could anyone blame her? She was standing up for fairness and YN will always admire her for that.

Harry turns as he stands, Louis gives him a thumbs up, mouthing "Well done lad". Whilst YN blows him a kiss and mouths "I"m so proud of you bubs".

As everyone sat back in their seats, YN could feel the anger rise in her as Olivia leaned behind Chris and taps Harry's arms and mouth something to him. Harry nods respectfully but turns back around. Louis being the protective brother he is, was about to go and say something but YN's hand reaching over him stopped him and she shook her warning him not to.

Because at the end of the day, YN was the only woman Harry had eyes for.

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yntomlinson I couldn't be any prouder of you harrystyles ❤️🫶🏼 View all 12,987 comments

annetwist You all look gorgeous 😍 So proud of you my baby xx

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[moonlit-void-to-the-far-unknown]

So I’m not anti Marius, at all I get he’s supposed to be a very morally grey, 1000 years old vampire and finds Armand and is just ‘hello feelings I haven’t felt in a millennia”

Like I like his character so far, I’m like right after Marius kills the guy black mailing Bianca, so still have more to learn but

From my stance right now, Marius is a big ol’ groomer, just how I am seeing it now, okay, might change might have more opinions on him later. But dude has a harem of boys that are his apprentices, but also, Armand is like what? 14 when he is bought by Marius so, like, it’s Venice in the 1500 so it’s not like weird in the time frame but….

Like to me Marius is like ‘eh, he’s weird, and big old groomer, but like, I don’t hate him. I Don’t hate him. Though if they bring him to the series I fear how the jacking off Armand scene is gonna go….’

But I do think they better cast someone so pretty to play him, like I would be just like Armand if Marius looked at me like, golden haired beautiful man who has sorcerer abilities or so the gossip says. Damn my 14-17 year old ass would be down.

But as a 27 year old it’s more

“Ohhhh big red flags, big big flags up in the air so fast.”

[rose-and-thorn-fanfics]

Kars x Fem! OC (Ivy Joestar) Part 3:

Kars remained an enigma in Ivy’s eyes, unpredictable with his words, and irresistible with his sexual advances. She often wondered if he was hiding something, and every once in a while he’d slip up and show affection like that night when he held her in his arms in his sleep. He (of course) played it off as “you were squealing in your sleep, woman. I had to shut you up somehow.” But she sensed that he enjoyed and cherished those moments of trust when he held her. Kars let her look at the stars a few more nights, and as thanks she would indulge his hedonistic tendencies.

The pillar-men had left one day (or night, Ivy was still unsure). And she laid in Kars bed, breathing in his lingering scent. He always smelled like warm amber and Mamey Sapote, an earthy and mildly sweet fruit she had tried once when she had followed her brother Joseph to Mexico. She hugged the pillow that Kars always slept on, hoping he’d walk through that doorway any minute now. She then heard the door unlocking, and the creak of it opening. She bolted upright, ready to greet Kars with the usual attentive nature. Instead, she was met with unexpected familiar faces.

“Jojo?” Ivy sputtered, shocked to see her twin there. And next to him was a tall dark haired woman with big earrings and a red scarf.

“That’s RIGHT! We are here to save your sorry ass!” Joseph exclaimed dramatically.

“This is your sister?” The tall woman asked, somewhat incredulous.

“yeah, or as I like to call her—“ Joseph started.

“-You!!!! Y-You SERIOUSLY can’t be here right now!” Ivy interrupted,her voice getting higher with both frustration and fear. “Lord Kars could come back at any moment a-and he isn’t to be underestimated!”

“I bet I could take him in a fight,” Joseph said cockily, crossing his arms. “Lisa Lisa over here has been training me in Hamon skills!”

The dark-haired woman frowned. “Ivy is right, the pillar men are stronger than you can imagine and Kars is especially to be taken seriously as he is their leader. Let’s go, Joseph.” She walked towards the bed where Ivy was sitting and grabbed her arm, ready to yank her out from under the sheets. Ivy flinched and recoiled, her worry turning to embarrassment as she knew the sheets were the only thing covering her nakedness from this “Lisa Lisa” and her brother. “I-I’m not…. wearing anything, and you two are in more trouble if you take me away from Kars.” Ivy squeaked, embarrassed and desperate to get them to leave. “Please go!”

Joseph Joestar’s goofy demeanor changed to vengeful anger when he realized what Ivy’s words and lack of clothes implied. “He-heeeeeeeee! What?!!!!” Joseph fumed.

Lisa Lisa seemed to understand the urgency. “We are going NOW, Joseph. You are not ready to fight Kars! And you!” She looked at Ivy. “You are coming with us.”

“But—“ Ivy searched for words that wouldn’t betray her feelings for the leader of the pillar-men while still emphasizing that she wanted to stay. Unfortunately, she came up empty. Lisa Lisa grabbed her by the arm, wrapping her in the sheets like a bath robe and dragging her out the door with surprising strength.

Ivy struggled hard, but eventually complied when Lisa approached the car parked outside. Ivy was shoved into the cab, and Joseph followed, muttering venomous words about Kars. Lisa Lisa got in the front seat and sped off, probably breaking every traffic law in Italy. They ditched the car at some point in Venice, taking a small motorboat to a secluded island. Ivy was silent the whole time, stomach burning with anxiety. She hoped they weren’t being followed…. At least… that’s what she told herself. ‘For Jojo’s sake… I don’t want Kars and the other pillar men to fight him.’ But her heart wished for a way to teleport back into Kars’ bed. ‘What a mess….’ Ivy thought.

On the secluded island, Ivy was led through the front gates of a fort-like structure and immediately handed clothes by a blonde woman in a maids uniform. Ivy found a bathroom and changed, but only after sulking. She heard a sharp knocking on the bathroom door.

“Still using it!” Ivy replied, although all she was doing was crying quietly as she sat on the marble counter.

“Don’t care. I need to talk to you, Ivy Joestar.” Lisa Lisa’s voice came from the other side of the door. “I need to know what went on while you were being held captive.”

Ivy slid off the edge of the counter and opened the door with irritation. “Why?” She frowned, looking directly into Lisa Lisa’s icy blue eyes.

The raven-haired woman didn’t flinch. “We need all the information we can get about these pillar men.” She said calmly.

Ivy’s cheeks turned red. She got the feeling she was going to have to tell… everything. Lisa Lisa wasn’t about to let her off the hook.

So she did. And when she’d told all there was to tell, in gratuitous detail, she felt somewhat relieved. But Lisa Lisa? The woman looked pissed.

“You’re telling me you were essentially used as… some sort of whore? Repeatedly? By Kars? Not the others? Just their leader…..”

“Yeah, but it wasn’t against my will…. I…” Ivy felt backed into a corner with the way Lisa Lisa was looking at her.

“You…?”

“I love him.” Ivy sniffled, wiping under her eyes with her wrist to stop the tears from pouring.

“You…. Love Kars.” Lisa pursed her lips together and a a shadow fell over her expression. “Ivy…. What you’re feeling isn’t love. He manipulated you, and now you’re confused.”

“That’s not true!” Ivy snapped back. “Lord Kars wouldn’t waist his time manipulating or deceiving me… he… I think it’s mutual. He just shows love differently.”

“You poor thing.” Lisa Lisa said icily. “You’re really that blind? I never expected to see…. you be foolish like this, Ivy. Not to this extent.”

Ivy shook her head, confused and upset by Lisa’s demeanor. “You just met me a little over an hour ago! Besides! What do you care? It’s not like you’re my mom. Quit being so judgmental. Geez.” Ivy huffed.

Lisa’s eyes widened momentarily, taken aback by Ivy’s comment. Then her expression returned almost robotically to being blank and unreadable. She turned around, and stormed off, her heels clicking on the tiles of the fortress. Ivy burst into tears.

Little did she know… Lisa Lisa was also crying, alone in her bedchambers.

“Ivy….” Lisa whispered shakily. “If only it didn’t endanger you to know the truth. Is this my fault? For not being there to raise you? My daughter… my precious, foolish child.” She wept.

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[tea-with-evan-and-me]

man about town interview | spring/summer 2014

for the tweam! click through for my best attempt at deciphering this (maybe impossible to find?) throwback interview

‘’I don’t think I’m scary at all. It was kind of funny watching myself being scary. Because I’m not scary.’’ Says Evan Peters, the up-and-coming up-for-anything actor best known for his extreme roles on American Horror Story, the prestige television series that treats social taboos as map points. For three seasons, Peters has excelled at playing against his offbeat boyishness by amping up his young Malcolm McDowell intensity, with results that fall somewhere between ‘’teen dream in strangler’s gloves’’ and ‘’terrifying Michael Cera.’’ He most recently appeared in American Horror Story: Coven as Kyle Spencer, the good-natured university student who is decapitated and then reanimated with the body parts of his Kappa Lambda Gamma brothers as a temperamental Rocky Horror who beats his sexually abusive mother to death with a trophy.

Over a bold chai tea with stevia, at a restaurant in Venice, California, Peters is lighthearted and dryly humorous, like a young Michael Shannon, with whom he should costar in a successful disturbing family sitcom. He wears black jeans, a well-worn t-shirt under a plaid flannel, and a necklace with a toy dinosaur pendant. He drives a 2004 Pontiac Vibe that he correctly describes as ‘’vintage’’; says that he just feels like growing his longish blond hair into a ponytail, and has a red thumbs-up permanently inked onto the to pof his right hand, that was traced over a nightclub door stamp. At one point, he raises his forearm to show off a temporary tattoo that he received the night before at the castle park family entertainment center in Sherman oaks. ‘’This is a Belle tattoo. It’s not real,’’ he explains playfully of a small portrait of the beautiful young heroine from the animated Disney film Beauty and the Beast. I tell him it’s very pretty. ‘’Thank you. She’s gorgeous,’’ he responds. I ask if Belle is his favorite Disney princess. ‘’Well, I picked her out. There was also Jasmine, Ariel and Cinderella. My other buddies got those.” ‘’What about Belle appeals to you?’’ ‘’She likes the Beast.’’ Peters says.

This summer, Peters appears as the teenage Mutant speeder Quicksilver in X-Men: Days of Future Past, the sequel to 2011’s X-Men: First Class, which has proven to be an eventful ??? movie. In October 2012, director Matthew Vaughn – who relaunched the franchise with much needed style and a new cast of young, indie + credible actors – left the film to be replaced by original trilogy director Bryan Singer. As such, fans were already touched when Singer announced that he would retell ‘’Days of Future Past,’’ the seminal X-Men time-travel storyline from 1980, an ambitious plan turned wild when he revealed that both franchises would merge into one. Cut to the 2012 San diego Comic-Con whereby unthinkable feats of scheduling – the sprawling casts of the modern-day first series and the 60’s era prequel (that include expensive names like Jennifer Lawrence, Hugh Jackmon, Halle Berry, Patrick Stewart, Ian McKellan, Michael Fassbender, and so on). Convened with ??? new additions like Peters to unhinge popular culture. ‘’You think to yourself, ‘’wow, people really, really love this stuff.” And it makes you appreciate it more. It makes you work harder at it.’’ he says about the experience.

Peters’ role in the films is crucial but concise. ‘’It’s a huge, huge opportunity but I always make sure to tell people it’s just one scene. Easy, it's just one scene.’’ Peters says, as if talking down a rearing horse. Quicksilver has already been the subject of film industry chatter regarding lawful usage of the character, who is both the son of Magneto and a colleague of the Avengers, making him fair game for inclusion in both Days of Future Past and the 20n5 Avengers sequel (in which he will be played by Aaron Taylor-Johnson of Kick-Ass). An Empire magazine Preview of Quicksilver’s costume design was greeted with comparison to Kid Vid, a ‘90’s cartoon form of the Burger King ‘’Kid’s Club,’’ and the news that Peters had been saddled with the Halle Berry “rough wig’’ role. But his fan’s enthusiasm for the project—in which desperate X-Men from a dystopias future try to stave off mutant genocide by altering the present day—is undimmed. ‘’I think it’s the best film of the francise yet,’’ proclaims Peters. ‘’It’s pretty dire. It’s a pretty epic situation. But there’s definitely some humor in there. Its’s just badass, man.’’

Quicksilver is a departure for Peters in some ways if not others. Both X-Men and Horror Story are tight productions that take extensive precautions to protect story lines. Peters says that he did not receive the full script for X-Men until arriving at the Montreal location days before shooting. Horror Story pages are often delivered the night before a scene. The short lead time can demand a ??? almost improvisational acting process. ‘’The minute we get the script, plans are cancelled, dinner is cancelled,’’ he says about working on Horror Story. ‘’Some of it you’re like, ‘Oh shit, I have to do that?’ Screaming and crying, realizing that my whole body is pieced together and I’m not myself? I’ll probably have to work on that.’’

Peters owes his career to television. ‘’I was watching a lot of TV and I kind of wanted to be on the TV and in movies. I love movies and TV,’’ he says, and cites inspirations like Joaquin Phoenix, Heath Ledger, Christian Bale, George Clooney, JIM Carrey, Chris Farley, Tom Hanks in Forrest Gump, and the millennial teen comedies Even Stevens starring Shia Labeuof and So Little Time with Mary-Kate and Ashley Olsen. ‘’That sort of stuff. I just really wanted to be a part of it and loved acting and performing.’’ He moved to Los Angeles with is mother when he was 15 years old, and steadily won work in television, on shows including Phil of the Future (2004) and One Tree Hill (2008), and in movies like the independent films Clipping Adam (2004), his first big break, and later Kick Ass (2010). Being cast as Tate Langdon in the first season of American Horror Story in 2011 was his tipping point, playing a Skull Boy-faced high school shooter in a latex catsuit who rapes his girlfriend’s mother to please a ghost. He has since become one of the five main players to appear in all three season of the series, sterling company that includes Jessica Lange, Sarah Paulson, Lily Rabe and Frances Conroy.

Now the world gets to enjoy a lighter side of Peters, like when he appeared on a 2011 episode of the G4 networks Attack of the Show and blithely volunteered that he was working a a rap song called ‘’I’ll Tap That Fucking Ass.’’ He laughs off a request to recite a verse. ‘’I can’t. That never materialized. I tried but it was too much pressure. It was just a concept. I was just trying new ideas,’’ he says, and then volunteers a different musical direction. ‘’It’s called ‘Natch Snatch.’ Like all natural snatch. Big bush. Snatch. Cause it’s nice. You know, ‘girl, you’ve got that natch snatch.’ It’s another nice concept. Probably on the same album.’’ Peters laughs in agreement at the suggestion that he is a kook in the best sense of the word. ‘’I get called a weirdo sometimes,’’ he admits ‘’But it’s like, I don’t feel that weird. I don’t feel that different. I look at everybody else and I’m like, ‘’you’re a fucking weirdo, too. You like all of your shit. I like my shit.’’ Why does one have to be weird and one have to be normal? It doesn’t make any sense to me.’’ Meanwhile, he seems to be successfully negotiating his public and private persona. ‘’I’ll try to be myself as much as I can but you obviously can’t be who you are at home in your skivvies eating donuts. You can’t be that.’’ He explains, before confirming that guy exists, with his tongue sort-of-in-cheek. ‘’You bet he does. Yeah, definitely watching New Girl. Crying.’’ But while Peters seems fairly comfortable in the public eye, fame no longer interests him. The development is not unrelated to his intense, closely-watched relationship with fiancée and two-time costar Emma Roberts (on coven and in the 2013 ?? Adult World) ‘’When I was younger I was like, ‘’That would be awesome!’’ now I don’t particularly love it,’’ he says ‘’Emma gets paparazzi a lot, and because I’m with her we get paparazzi, so it’s kind of a weird thing that I don’t love. But it’s so small in the big picture of all the positives that come with this job that I can’t really complain about it.’’ he may be surprised by the attention he and Roberts receive, but he is hardly self-ptying. ‘’Honestly, it’s not that bad. If you don’t set up a Google alert on yourself and go out searching for it then you’re not going to see it. So I don’t see it.’’ Roberts has already endured the Hollywood learning curve that Peters is now experiencing. ‘’She gives me advice, like cut your hair. She likes my hair to look nice,’’ he says, and laughs. ‘’She’s been around and knows the ropes and how to play the game very well. And she has incredible social skills. She can talk to anyone and everyone loves talking to her. I’m not that good at that stuff so she kind of helps me out with that.’’ I wonder what guidance she offers him. ‘’You’ve just got to be personable and talk to people, even if you don’t want to. Put on a happy face and buck up. Grow a pair of balls. Don’t be a little wuss.’’ Petersa says, and laughs. ‘’I mean, she doesn’t say that, but you know what I mean.’’ 

Next for Peters is Lazarus, opposite Olivia Wilde, Donald Glover and Mark Duplass a 2015 feature from director David Gelb, known for the documentary Giro: Dreams of Sushi. Peters describes the project, about a team of brainiacs working magnanimously to reanimate the dead, as a “contained Sci-Fi horror thriller” as it mostly takes place in one laboratory setting. He plays the party animal scientist. Peters encouraging sidesteps the questions of his involvement in the next season of American Horror Story, to be set in 1950 and the present day, for which Jessica Lange is practicing a German accent. ‘’I don’t know what I’m allowed to say so I’m going to say no comment,’’ he says.

‘’At the end of the day it is acting. You want to go with the biggest, weirdest, boldest shit and see if you can actually do it and go there,’’ Peters concludes, ‘’I’m very curious about everything. I feel like I don’t know that much. I’m trying to learn it all and figure it all out.’’

[monstersinthecosmos]

im absolutely feral thinking about Fem!Marius in Venice and how it changes every relationship in her life and how different it looks for everyone involved.

Like lesbian Marianca? Does Marius still dress up as a man, is it obvious? TWO CUTE GIRLS DRESSING UP AS MEN TO SNEAK AROUND THE VENETO AT NIGHT? Bianca looking up to her and wondering how she makes it work as a woman running this household? Bianca is a bad ass bitch but she's still so in awe at Marius's COMPLETE fearlessness !

Also I know we all sleep on Vittorio but it was really interesting to see how Ursula still participated in sex as a vampire--even Pandora does--but anyway something about, how much more does Marius participate when the non-functional dick is not so obvious? I wonder how it opens their relationship up beyond one partner just servicing the other. Does she allow Bianca to touch her for the sake of fostering that connection, even if it doesn't give her the same pleasure it would a human? Does Bianca go down on her and Marius just appreciates it, even without reducing sex to being about climaxing? Just lets her, because she wants to, because it makes her feel closer?

Does Marius always taste like blood? Does she still get wet? Does Bianca notice that it's tinged red, and does lapping it up give her a Blood high?

anyway anyway sugar mommy Marius bringing her little paintings and cute dresses, Bianca showing her how to do her hair in the latest fashions, do you think they can share clothes? Does Bianca confide in her about the Florentines before Marius has a chance to call her on it, because she doesn't feel threatened and wants Marius to also be safe out there?

[andguesswhat]

There are days were the things in my head are shamelessly hopeful and therefore completely illusory.

But “I must dare to dream”, right?

Venice 25

He thought about Armie’s comment when they stood ready to go in front of the mirror.

*

He got out of the car and the crowd screamed.

He was in Venice. Venice Film Festival, September 2025, premiere of Dune 3. The last act.

He loved being in Venice.

Again he wore a handmade outfit by Haider.

A kind of homage to his red sequined outfit from 3 years ago, again a neck-holder, again backless, but this time made of a robust and hard material, fine wire rings interwoven, heavy silver chains in between, a modern chain shirt. Plus some 70s punk rock vibe: leather pants, his boots with the silver heels, silver rings and bracelets on fingers and wrist, a black painted fingernail and a silver choker around his neck.

The outfit felt good, it made him feel strong and forearmed, even if right now he didn't think he needed that. Much more the outfit matched his mood, wanting to kick ass, because that's what he would do now, what they would do now.

He waved briefly to the crowd, the first flash of lightning thundering down on him, and then he held out his hand, just a little, casually, as he always did when he just wanted his partner a little closer, and couldn't help but grin happily as Armie got out of the car.

Armie looked extremely dapper in that deep-dark Tom Ford suit with a fancy little applique on the lapel, and Tim couldn't have been prouder of his partner, of his man, of his husband.

And that was it. Armie was now standing next to him, his warm hand gently running over Tim’s bare back and resting on his hip. They smiled into the cameras. Together, side by side. The way it had been private forever, the way it should be possible in public, too. It felt good and right.

He didn't care if there were hostile comments among the cheers now. The crowd that kept cheering was there and the one that mattered was standing next to him.

Armie.

Armie and him, for all the world to see.

“You look like some kiss ass rock star who has his bodyguard with him just to fuck him.”

It was the right time for them now.

The big blockbusters had been shot, he had a few more awards on his record, he had built a good network, he would be shooting with Scorsese and directors he adored. What more did he want?

He was sure that even if a few offers fell through now, he would still be making films he wanted to make. Maybe he would make less money, but as long as he could keep doing what he loved the most, something that he couldn’t live without, it would be enough now.

Armie smiled at him warmly, towering beside him and he smiled back. What had often taken them so much effort to hide was now there for all the world to see.

There was a rush in his head, his heart was pounding wildly, they had played this day out in his head for too long, too many emotions attached to it, and yet it was pride that trumped everything.

And then a gentle touch of Armie’s hand on his back and Armie was buttoning up his jacket, stepping into the background. Stephane stood on the sidelines and Armie joined him. Tim was alone again, continuing to pose for the photographers, responding to the "Timmy" calls, and although Armie was now no longer next to him, he was still more with him than ever.

When his bodyguard motioned him to go to the fans to sign autographs, he couldn’t say that he wasn’t afraid at that moment.

He tried not to listen, but of course he did hear a few things.

“Are you two really together or is this some kind of PR?”

“Are you gay?”

“How long has it been going on with you guys?”

Later he would say:

I prefer to keep my private life private. I'm with Armie but the rest is non of your business.

Then why this now?

Because I wanted to share this special moment with my partner. And the world can stop worrying about who I'm with. There should be more important things.

So are you gay?

I think we live in a society where we should be long past asking someone about their sexuality because they are with someone of the same sex.

There wouldn't be much more about them from them. Even if the whole world wanted to know everything.

For now he didn't say anything. With trembling hands he wrote autograph after autograph, took selfies, accepted gifts, and when he realized it was no different than usual, he found his voice again, the feeling of happiness increased, as did the selfies with stuck out tongue and middle finger and the joy to kick ass.

"You look amazing!"

"I love you so much!"

The hate would play out anonymously elsewhere, he knew.

Finally, he sprinted back to the red carpet, photos with Zendaya, photos with Dennis, photos with the whole cast. He felt like he was about to burst, brimming with energy, roaring and beaming, his kick-ass energy constantly alternated with pure pure joy. In between, he kept glancing over at Armie, who was smiling happily at him and apparently commenting dryly with Stephane on the whole happening.

Whatever was to come, as it was now, it was the right thing to do. Now had been the right time, and because it was the right time, they had not wanted to wait any longer, he had not wanted to wait any longer.

It was strange to be in that auditorium and watch the movie while outside the news would spread through the world like a forest fire. But he didn't mind.

Armie had been in a play, had taken small roles in television series, and next year Timmy would produce a small indie film starring him. They slowly got things going.

And even if they didn't, he would turn 30 at the end of this year. He had changed. For some time now, they had thought about having a family of their own. They were ready for change, for their new chapter in life, whatever it would look like.

As he walked into the building, and Armie walked beside him, smiling at him, their fingers casually interlocked. And that small, unspectacular touch meant everything to Tim. No boundaries, no hiding, just being themselves.

Dennis had supported him.

"I'm not sure we would have made it to Venice again with the third part without you and your collaboration with Haider. They love you! So take it, it's yours!"

Now they got Amargaddon. They would see how it would affect the box office, but he was grateful to have Dennis' blessing on it.

He loved being in this sheltered place with colleagues, friends and Armie.

Tim had wanted Armie to sit near him, so he heard him cheering in the row behind him when his name appeared on the screen, and turned with a grin when he heard him laughing dirty at a Harkonnen joke. It felt good to have him there. Very good.

When they all hugged during the applause after the movie, he turned around and hugged Armie too, and although they hadn't talked about it before, when Armie slid his hand down Tim's neck and gave him a kiss on the mouth, as other couples would, Tim couldn't stop grinning.

He knew there would be blurry video of that kiss. There wouldn't be much else, but at least they could offer that to their fans.

As they left the movie theater, as they made their way to the hotel, shouting cheerful see-you-later’s to the others, the fog in Tim's head cleared, the buzzing slowly diminished, and when he saw an undisturbed corner, he pulled Armie into it, into his arms and never let go. Armie did the same, squeezing him so tight he almost couldn't breathe.

For quite a while they were just standing there, crying and laughing and hugging and feeling all these feelings they felt. Together.

He felt all the tension inside him release. The tension that he didn't even know was inside him. The prison that they knew how to ignore so much that they had forgotten the freedom they lacked.

"We did it, Armie."

"Yes, we did."

And when he heard Armie's brittle voice, tears came to him, too, and he had to hold Armie even a little tighter.

"It really does feel as good as they say, doesn’t it?"

"It does."

Clap your hands for Tinkerbell them.

Later that evening, they had a carefree premiere party with lots of laughter, dancing and singing. They were happy, they were them. Some more blurry pictures would show that and it was fine.

And even if it was none of the world's business that they were together, it was an incredible feeling that the world knew now.

*

[foulbearobservation]

hm. I'm gonna have to do a full rewatch of all 3 Branagh Poirot movies but I think A Haunting in Venice is gonna turn out to be my favorite of the bunch.

They made a ton of changes to the source material (agatha christie's lesser known halloween party) but I do generally like what they did with it. If I were a book purist I'd be deeply unhappy, but I'm more of a vibes based critic so I'm not upset by it lmao. It's a very good cozy fall mystery movie. There's a touch of the supernatual that gets explained away in a very agatha christie ass way (said affectionately). Hard to figure out who the killer is, just enough red herrings that you think you've got it before you realize you absolutely don't. great screenplay and clever writing (somewhat surprising coming from the man who brought us the hot mess of death on the nile)

I think the reason this one worked the best is that it had the least amount of A list actors there being A list actors, if that makes sense? It had a few bigger names but nobody on the level of the other films. (Michelle Yeoh is the exception, but she can actually act so I wouldn't group her with the other A listers.) (Tina Fey is also the exception because her character was meant to be flat and one dimensional)

I think this was the most well shot of Branagh's Poirot films, the color grading is especially nice compared to the mountains of dull cgi marvel films I've been watching recently.

overall 8/10, fun movie, -2 points for branagh's accent

[th3-0bjectivist]

Dear listener, I tried listening to six full hours of mainstream radio this week again. I tried, oh, sweet merciful Jesus, I tried. Lo, I have at this point all but confirmed that modern radio is a steaming pool of liquid dogshit. Given a second appraisal, it’s dogshit with a candy-coated hardshell for ease of ingestion! The disheartening repetition, the complete lack of cutting-edge creativity and genuine emotion, ten to twenty ass-ramming commercials in a row only to come back to the feckless frenzy of fail that comprises the vast, vast majority of modern music? It was all terribly grating, and somehow the music was even worse. As soon as I couldn’t take a millisecond more of the doldrums of modern radio, I went to YouTube and listened to two straight and comparatively blissful hours of immortal work by Antonio Vivaldi. So, get into the time machine again with me dear listener, and set course for the early 1700’s, a time when radio didn't exist! The social standards might not have been top-notch, but the powdered wigs were undeniably gorgeous, and the quality of the music… to die for!!!

As anyone who comes from a musical family has likely experienced, Vivaldi had the principles of composition fused to his DNA, and perhaps even down to the subatomic level with the help of his father. Having trained for priesthood in his early years, Vivaldi instead gradually gravitated toward a now celebrated career in music. Becoming an elite level violinist under the tutelage of his father Giovanni Battista, whom he regularly toured Venice and played duelling violins with, this legend of orchestra developed an immense capacity for transforming the basics of music into something so immensely interwoven and sublime that very few can or will ever dare so much as approach the legitimate majesty of his body of orchestral work. Known as something of an Italian religious dogmatist, his calling to the church and desire to be a priest secured him the nickname ‘Il Prete Rosso’ (The Red Priest) because he was a ginger, or in modern politically correct parlance… a natural red head. During a three-decade long gig serving as Master of Violin at an historical Vincentian orphanage, Ospedale della Pietà, Vivaldi managed to gather inspiration and organize his most emotionally powerful compositions. I could probably add a lot of unnecessary details here, but his greatest and most everlasting works are part of his ‘The Four Seasons’, a set of four violin concertos that are meant to express nearly the precise sensations and emotions of summer, winter, autumn, and spring. If you smash play on the above track you will be treated to Presto (from the Summer section), a song you probably know or have heard before. Presto means ‘quickly’ in Italian and is performed at one of the quickest speeds a human can possibly play music (second only to prestissimo speed, I think). Vivaldi also had a strange disease throughout all his life which many historians suspect might have been severe asthma. And with his penchant for taking numerous ‘leaves of absences’ to tour the world and develop an international reputation, this clearly mega-talented rockstar of yester-century ended up spending all the money he earned during his lifetime. Sadly, after approaching the end of his life and skidding through a decade’s worth of career decline, all accounts show that he died completely broke, having spent what little money he had left on multiple assistants that circumnavigated him through his now dire and at the time completely untreatable health issues. Vivaldi isn’t my personal favorite composer of all-time, I’ll leave that distinction to Bach (who himself was inspired by Vivaldi). But his works live on to this very day because he accomplished exactly what he strove to do; embody the excellence of execution in his craft to produce works that bring us together as human beings and sometimes inspire a rare spark of imagination to propel us to create the very best work we can possibly bring forth.

Right above this paragraph is a live variation of The Four Seasons, a classic musical work of art and transcendent beauty that I cannot recommend highly enough. Vivaldi sure did one thing that modern, corporately funded, concentrated and even desperate bands just can’t… and that is actually innovate. He had immense natural technical skills, had them brought to bloom by his family and his own efforts, and he ended up creating over 500 instrumental and choral works, plus about 40 operas. Have *you* created 500 instrumental and choral works and 40 operas!? Didn’t think so. So, get to work on that! And join me next time for some jaunty Brahms. Image source: https://www.craiyon.com/image/dPwZA5VRRTawSH1T9Sslcw

[cowboybarzy]

howdy! first of all, love your works sm❤️ i’d love a little sunny vacay blurb please! i’d kill to see a venice trip with k’andre miller. i’d love to see them explore venice, being all cute, and k’andre being full on pda. maybe the reader is a little insecure too! i’d love to see him be a fashion icon and help dress his partner, who’s maybe a little insecure and he showers her with love and says how beautiful they are. do as much as you want with this. thank you so much!!!🥰🥰🥰

thank you so much for the request!! this is super cute and I def now have a newfound love for k’andre <3 (but go isles!!)

come along the world trip

📍venice, italy with k’andre miller

"Let's go in here," K'Andre pulled on your hand and pulled you into the Prada store.

"Babe, this is way too fancy," you whispered as you passed the security holding open the door for you.

"Shh, act cool. We'll find you something." He grinned and wiggled his eyebrows, before being greeted by a sales person. She showed you around the store, explaining the latest collection and trying to sell you on everything you had your eye on. K'Andre was in his element. He loved looking at everything, showing you what he liked, and of course sending everything back to the fitting rooms.

You on the other hand, while you liked a lot of things you saw, weren't as confident in picking things out as he was.

"This dress would look amazing on you," he said holding it up to you. When he saw you hesitate, he leaned down to kiss you. "Please? For me?"

You gave in with an eye roll, blushing when the sales woman gave you a small smile. He was able to convince you to get a few more clothing pieces before you made it back to the most private and luxurious dressing room. You had your own little fashion show while being served coffee and tiny Italian pastries.

"No, I like the red one better." K'Andre did another little spin for you showing off the suit, trying to convince you on the deep green color, but you he was unsuccessful. While it did look good on him, as anything did, the deep maroon suit he tried on before was your favorite.

"Fine, I'll get that one then." He changed back into his clothes. "Your turn."

He had picked a few basic pieces out for you, like a blouse and shirts, even a pair of shoes that after trying them on you absolutely loved. Then it was time for the dress. "Mmhm. My girl."

He stood up from the little sofa in the waiting room and immediately took you into his arms. His hands wandered down your body, so did his eyes as he sported a devilish grin. You blushed and tried to look away, but his fingers got ahold of you chin and forced your gaze back up. "Gorgeous." He kissed you softly and you melted in his arms. You felt safe and loved.

"We're taking it and you're wearing it to dinner tonight."

"Yes, sir." With a little growl, he smacked your ass and pushed you back into the dressing room before your sales person would see.

K'Andre got you to pick out a purse as well while he shopped for some ties for his hockey games. You checked out and left the store with a happy grin.

Your little shopping trip was far from over though, K'Andre wasn't done using you as his little dress up doll. But you loved it. As always, he was very touchy-feely, always tell you how beautiful you looked in anything you tried on. He knew what you liked and what you felt confident in, so he knew what to pick out.

"Thank you." You pressed a kiss to his cheek and wrapped your arms around his torso. He pulled you even closer with his free arm to kiss you. You were in the middle of a busy street, so you pulled away from him, but he wouldn't have it.

"What are you–?" Before you could finish, he had already pulled you across the sidewalk towards the buildings against one of which he pinned you. He smirked before claiming your lips again, this time a deeper kiss. "There's people," you tried to mumble.

"I can't get enough of you," he said between kisses, which he then started pressing against your neck.

"So, this morning when you had me for breakfast and the time in the shower wasn't enough for you?"

"Never enough with you, baby." He went back to kiss you, but you were interrupted by a strong male voice with a thick Italian accent.

"Hey! None of that here!" You broke apart only to realize that it was a Venice police officer yelling at you. He looked pissed and nodded his head for you to keep moving.

"Sorry, sir." K'Andre tried his best to contain his laughter while you were mortified. He pulled you away from the officer, laughing when he wasn't in earshot anymore.

"That's so embarrassing," you whined, but his laughter was so contagious, you sooner joined.

"Well, safe to say we will remember Venice and Venice will remember us."

You stopped at your hotel afterwards to rest for a bit and change before dinner. You did as promised and wore your new dress to dinner. You walked around the canals a bit and took a boat's tour through them. At night, the city felt even more alive than by day, especially all cozy in your boyfriends arms.

[braveclementine]

An Unknown Enhanced

Warnings: None, angst

Copyright: I do not own any Marvel characters or locations. However, I do own my OCs, which consist of Penny Fury, Elizabeth Nelson, Elijah Chan, Katya Venice, Violetta Moscow, Lan Le, Josh, Trang Tien, Ahni Jallow, Mai Ito, and Ghaida Kashual as well as other OCs that will come up throughout the story.

Violetta, Elizabeth, and Katya at Violetta's 14th birthday party (the first birthday party she had after moving to Ohio from the red room). 

🐈👨‍⚕️ şŤ𝓸ⓡ𝕐 🏺🐈‍⬛

Penny didn't have to wait long in the cell before she could hear the sounds of fighting ensue throughout the building. She knew they would find her quickly with Ghaida's help and they wouldn't waste any time.

The only other visitor that Penny had had, was when the fighting first started. He was a tall man with blue eyes, wearing a strange helmet and suit. He even had a red cape to go with it. He had come in front of her, raising a hand. The bars of her cage had smashed together, the lock so destroyed that it didn't feel it could ever be broken or opened.

And then he had gone, metal flying after him in his wake. Clearly, he was some sort of enhanced that could control metal. But how dangerous would he be to the others?

To dangerous, Penny decided. If he could control metal, or at least manipulate it, then he could send Steve's shield back at him. He could damage Sam's wings while he was flying. He could hurt Trang, Tony, and Rhodey in their metal flying suits. Even Bucky- what could the man do to Bucky's Vibranium arm?

It scared Penny and she waited on edge for the others to come and find her.

It didn't take long, she could hear the sounds of Steve, Bucky, Loki, and Stephen fighting against the army that Lucinda had.

Finally, they arrived in front of her cell. She was already standing, looking at them. They were covered with blood, flecks of it on their faces, and it was all over their suits.

"Penny, are you alright?" Loki asked immediately while Steve started to bring his shield down on the lock over and over again.

"There is an enhanced here." Penny shouted over Steve clanging the shield and lock. Stephen grabbed Steve's shoulder, creating a portal to get her out.

"What?" Loki asked again.

"There's an enhanced here, someone that can control metal." Penny said, pointing back to the cells, "He's the one who did that. I- If he can manipulate metal, what can he do to Tony, Trang, Rhodey, Katya, and Sam?" She asked fearfully.

"Did you guys copy that?" Steve asked into the coms, "Get out of your suits. Tony get back to the ship."

Bucky handed Penny a com and a pistol and she put the com in her ear just in time to hear Trang say, "Copy, I'm dropping in through the window now. I'm joining Violetta on the stairs."

"I'm circling one more time." Tony warned them.

"Don't you dare." Loki growled, "I will spank your ass so hard when we get home."

A minute of silence and then, "I'm heading back to the Quinjet."

"I'll send Redwing out when I get somewhere safe." Sam said, panting like he was running.

"We have Penny, we're heading back to the Quinjet. Nat, Thor, anything in the file rooms?" Steve asked, "Everyone regroup through the main room on the first floor."

"There are a lot of files here." Natasha answered quickly. "Like a lot, a lot. They were smart. They were expecting raids so everything is in paper files. There isn't enough time to grab everything. There isn't even enough time to try and prioritize. Nothing is labelled properly. Whatever the system is, it's unknown to me."

"Describe the room to me." Elizabeth shouted, metal clanging on the side of her coms.

"Circular surprisingly." Nat said. "File cabinets on every wall-"

"Alphabetically by the last name of the author." Elizabeth snapped and the sounds of a man gurgling in pain. "In this case, alphabetically by the amount of numbers a word will have. What do you want to look up first?"

"Your own mother perhaps?"

"Thirteen letters, somewhere in the direct middle, probably on the right hand side." Elizabeth said, her voice strained. She grunted and her coms fell silent again as she let go.

"Are you all heading towards the main lobby?" Steve asked as they headed down the stairs now. None of the Ohioans answered but they got Thor who said, "Yes, we're heading down the stairs on the side opposite of you."

"Your two groups are the only ones in the building." Ghaida informed them. "The Ohioans are already in the lobby room. Careful there are a lot of hostiles. I also have-"

Ghaida cut out as there was a scream in the background that sounded like it came from Katya.

"Hurry." Bucky said in a stressed voice.

They broke out into a run. Loki and Steve leading with Penny behind them and Stephen and Bucky taking up the rear.

"How many hostiles are we talking?" Steve asked as they neared the doors that would lead them into the room. It sounded quiet though.

"Redwing isn't scanning many. Almost none, actually." Sam sounded confused in the coms. "I'm flanking back to the Quinjet now. Maybe I can see what Ghaida knows."

"Thor and I are almost the lobby on the other side." Nat said, "We have barricaded doors though. I can hear shooting behind them."

Steve burst in through the doors and skidded to a stop. The others came in and stopped with them.

Penny felt her heart constrict as she saw the entire room, doused with blood.

The Ohioans were dead.

[cosmic-navel-gazin]

@razielim this started out as an ask and got outta hand x)

I remember once you talking about movement in videogames gabe. About how satisfying and important just the act of moving can be (which arghhhh yess I couldn't agree more!), and compared it with movement in dreams. And I remember you mentioning Asscreed II as an example and I was thinking (as I was listening to some asscreed ambience on youtube), do you think the visuals and music also contribute to that dreamlike feel too?

I've noticed more recently how like, in spite of the attempt at capturing all the historical places realistically and faithfully, they don't feel like that, or, perhaps I should say, they feel as realistic as a dream of Florence or Venice can be?

The colours are all somewhat muted (like if everything has the opacity not quite at 100%, contrast and vibrancy is way down too). Just a more muted colour palette in general (big emphasis on white with light pinks and oranges and browns, greyish blues and greens with just the occasional sharp bright red of clothes or flowers);

Just so much white! The white interface of the animus and the animus loading effects of the towns being reconstructed on these white digital canvases. And the draw distance (Silent Hill taught me that if you want that dreamlike atmosphere you play with that draw distance son, obscure details, don't let players see everything, imply don't just show)! The skies! I can't remember a vibrant blue sky in this game, it's always a greyish blue or white or pink.

I dunno tell me if I'm talking outta my ass, I think it helps evoke this dreamlike/nostalgic feel. And this extends to Jesper Kyd's music too, how it's oddly experimental honestly? It's not authentic Italian Renaissance-era compositions or something that sounds close enough. Minus the chase and combat ones, the town ones (Home in Florence, Dreams of Venice, Leonardo's Inventions, etc) have this ethereal feel and tranquility to them. It's like the visuals: somewhat muted, somewhat vague, they don't draw too much attention to themselves, listening to them it's like walking through that same white haze the visuals have.

It's this, AssCreed II's movement, visuals and music are dreams of the Renaissance in white laminated glass to me:

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that whoever did the box art for the game MADE MY POINT FOR ME BY HAVING THE DEFINING IMAGE THAT ENCAPSULATES ASSCREED II BE:

White-ass laminated glass-looking background with the contrasting vibrant red and the blurred hazy characters.